#damn this feels so cheesy and young at points damn it

[happypotato48]

List of Thai BL dramas i've watched with short opinions about them i guess :P

Thai BLs that i finished:

A Boss and a Babe. It's cute for what it is, i loved the gaming friendships and i'm a sucker for forcebook. 7/10 need more unhinged energy from book.

A Tale of Thousand Stars/Our Skyy 2 : Bad Buddy x A Tale Of Thousand stars. this show reminds me a lot of early to mid 2000s lakorns. it's a beautiful by the book love story, i appreciated that a bl got to take a spin on this kind of quiet thai story. 8/10 loved it but still too vanilla for my taste.

Bake Me Please. Guide Kantapon is the cutest man alive and CAKES! that it, that all i have for this show. 6/10 it's a show that exist.

Be My Favorite. damn fluke gawin is so pretty what was this show about again? :P i'm kidding, i actually really liked this show. i watched it when i had zero knowledge about bl industry, i was oblivious about krist's controversy and i find krist acting to be charming and think kawee is very relatable as a cringe fail human myself. 8.5/10 this show made me want to collected weird thingies.

Cherry Magic (Thailand). oh boy this show. it's was everything to me also the only show so far that i've written extensively on this site. here is my personal feeling about this show. 9.5/10 would kill for taynew.

Cooking Crush. what! the fuc$! look look, i just learned that both offgun are older than me. when i first saw the show i thought they were some rookie actors with how young they looks. watching cute bl is gonna be the death of me. anywho this show is supercute don't have a lot of thought about it though. 7.5/10 cutting half a point cause of no samsee x metha.

Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe. what a fuckin legend of a series. all the characters have zero braincells and somehow all the rich pretty boys are engaged to each other and by arranged marriages nonetheless. wtf is this fanfic version of thailand and where can i get hit by a truck and get isekai to it. 7.5/10 still haven't watch Cutie Pie 2 U, i hope it get dumber.

Enchanté. this show is so dummmb it should've go full camp reverse harem yaoi nonsense but it didn't and ended up being kinda boring. 6.5/10. meh, i'm still a sucker for forcebook.

Last Twilight. UGHHH!! i'm still so mad. this show was going to be THE SHOW for me then ep 11-12 happened i legit mentally check out halfway through ep 12 and i basically blocked the ending from my mind. this show came out at the right place and the right time for me, the first 9 episodes helped me through a very tough time in my life. the story of two people helping each other finding their way out of the dark was very compelling to me. ughh. 5.5/10 (9/10 for ep 1-9) P'Aof why are you like this!!

Laws Of Attraction. yassssssss this show slay(literally :P) the show is a breath of fresh air for me despite how very lakorn of it is. i'm glad that there is a bl that feel this soapy and campy cause like i do love my angsty and innocent school bls but the industry really need show like laws of attraction. jamfilm also were very great in their roles espically film, charn is the most babygirl corrupted cute evil lawyer of all time. 9/10 no note headempty only charn's evil smirks in my mind

La Pluie. now, this is a romance. this show is one of the most romanctic media that i personally have experience. i loved that the show took the cheesy premise of soulmates and work it so well to do both deconstruction and exploration of the trope. i think using rain, thing that isolated people as a narrative tool for love connection is absolutely brilliant. last but not least pat is just the perfect bl love interest, he's an very idealized character but he do feels like an actual person. i want to give a shout out to Pee Peerawich the way he said "มันหนาวอ่ะ" in ep 8 sent me, the raspy voice, the eye twich and combo those with a back cuddle, sir! you just commited a mass murders with that move. 9/10 plz i need season two with my baby boy tien.

Love in Translation. the unhingendness of that first meeting is probably my favorite bl meet cute. look if you don't get into a fistfight with the guy you destined to be with then what is the point of life. this show fake date is very well done it's doesn't feel forced like in a lot of other bls and it make the growing attraction feels very genuine and it pay off in one of the best sex scenes in all of bl, yang is such a freak and i loved him for it. 8/10 the last two episodes did got slightly off the rail for me but i still enjoyed the show.

Moonlight Chicken. one of the most beautiful shows i ever watched. when watching this show i can feels, smells and tastes everything it depicted. from the comfort khao man gai to jim's loneliness, from alan's heartbreak to liming and heart's midnight motorcycle ride. this show gave me all the feels and i still can't completely shake it off. 9.9/10 this show is a healing.

My School President. These boys!!!! i can't, i loved these boys so much, all the boys, YES ALL OF THEM! this show is on the opposite spectrum of Moonlight Chicken for me. while MC give me the good heartaches this show give me unbridled joy it's like heartstopper on cracks. i absolutely adored tinn and gun and the show relentless optimism about thier first love. love is awesome no matter the romantic, familial or platonic kind and i think this show hit the marks with all three. 10/10(i'm super bias but fuck it idc i even liked the singing) this show made me started watching thai bl and it always will have a place in my heart.

My Ride. this show is lacking in intimacy but making up by being all heart. could this show be better if they fleshed out and explore more of tawan and his cheating bf's relationship, maybe but i'm happy for what we got. 8/10 mork and tawan were very cutie patootie, i don't remember much about the het and the side couple were just st ok.

Step by Step. man trisanu is exactly the same height at me and i want everyone to know that is the only reason i started this show🤣 . i feels like this show have a lot to say about stuff but i kinda got lost staring at man trisanu while watching. one thing i really loved is the very fem *ตุ๊ด coworker who got to be a real character not just a jokey sidekick and having a loving relationship with a hottie. 7.5/10 can i get more man trisanu in bl plz.

Triage. asshole doctor stuck in a timeloop for him to find the meaning of life, yes plz give it to me. i loved stories about assholes who need to better themself for love and other junk. tinn and tol are both grumpy bitches and i just loved that the show use the timeloop to soften these nerds. at the end i just want to wrap them in blanket and let's them cuddle each other forever. 8.5/10 the last ep is bit convoluted but i forgave the show for that cute clocktower kiss.

You're My Sky. i started this show for my boy suar and he did not disappointed. the pining and the longing for an older boy who been there for you most you life, chef kiss. this show also very beautiful to look at. 8/10 i'm kinda meh about the side couples, i do think they all got the "good ending" for their stories.

Thai BLs that i didn't finish or gave up and skipped to the ending:

Bad Buddy. Oh boy, am i gonna get murder for this??? sorry but idk why i didn't wholeheartedly love and give this show my undivided attention. i watched this show very weird and out of order, i started with the last ep than just watch other episodes in bit and peice. i think i've seen 70% of this show. plz forgive me this is the first thai bl i tried to get into but can't. maybe i need to give this show another chance and watch it properly. or idk maybe cause the way i watched it, it's ruined for me forever. 6.5/10 i loved the rooftop kiss plz don't kill me.

Dangerous Romance. this show is trash and not the good kind, how this show depicted relationship between a rich asshole and a poor boy feels very gross to me. i fast forward a bunch and gave up after the not just dumb but very cruel breakup. 4/10 it's watchable if you ignore the plot and the chatacters.

Hidden Agenda. wow this is the most nothing show that ever nothing for me. it's a perfected white noise while playing chill video games. i stopped watching after ep 8 cause look like there going to be a dumb break up, i have no desire to revisit this show. 5/10 joongdunk were kinda cutes.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear. this show is too god damn long with too many side plots the one and a half hour per episode killed the momentum for me. i liked the show and do think i want to revisit and finish it one day. 6/10 for now.

Vice Versa. why are they giving jimmysea this show. this show is so boring for me, i gave up in episode 6. 4/10 gmmtv give my babies better shows!!

Thai BLs that i've watched all the sex scenes and have no intention of watching the actual show:

Kinnporsche: heheehehhehehe everyone were so hot, too bad i don't like rich mafia story. mile being a nepobaby also significantly killed the mood for me. 55555/dead bodyguards (idk how many there are but i don't care) the ost are bangers though.

Venus in the Sky and Love in the Air. cringe gay sex for the wins. 69/420.

ok, whoo that was a lot. gonna pin this cause i don't think anyone want to read all that in one sitting. i think i'm gonna make another post for non thai BLs in the near future. thanks for reading my unhinged opinions hope i'm not gonna get moider for it 55555555.

#thai bl #bl drama #bl meta #bl shows #dumb boy rambled #i think i got all of them #but idk maybe i'm missing one or two shows #i shouldn't written and posted this at 5 am after staying awake all night but fuck it

[dargoww]

"To Many More." — Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

pairing: married!(leon s. kennedy x fem!reader)

warnings: some implied angst; language; taylor swift reference (it doesn't need a warning but just in case)

summary: a married couple celebrates Valentine's Day together; fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 1348 words

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! <3

i'm sorry i couldn't with this picture 😭

A couple seconds after, you saw a familiar figure walking down the street. And your face lit up even more.

***

You stood by the window witnessing the aftermath of a sunny day — people smiling, birds singing, life awakening all around. This sight brought a smile to your face as well.

'Tis the damn day.

Every year Leon would do this. Never has he ever forgotten to buy you your favourite flowers for Valentine's Day. Although he wasn't that good at remembering dates, there were a few he never allowed himself to skip. Today was one of them.

You continued to watch him walk towards the door of your apartment building until he disappeared under the windowsill. He was smiling.

Damn, Leon. You thought to yourself.

He always made you feel like that.

Loved. So loved and appreciated you forgot any other feeling existed. Like there was nothing except this very moment, this very warmth that spread all throughout you and beyond.

Oh, he was an expert at this.

You heard the keys turning the door, like a sweet chime filling in the room. You felt yourself tingle as if you were not a grown-up married woman, but a little teenage girl waiting for her knight in shining armour to burst into the tower.

"Where's my girl?" Leon's voice unfolded across the place, being a perfect balance of cheesy, confident, and frisky.

"She's right here. Blushing already, by the way. Did you see how many women looked at you when you passed the street? They must be devilishly jealous."

"Wait, so you were spying on me?" Oh, such an actor.

"How could I not spy on such a handsome man?"

"Fair point there." He gives you the flowers, kissing you swiftly on the lips. "These are for you, gorgeous."

You return the kiss, accepting the flowers.

"They're wonderful, Leon. You're wonderful."

"Oh, I know that. You fell for my charm years ago and you're still under the spell, aren't you?" He embraced you, smiling so wholeheartedly that your own heart skipped a beat.

"You're damn right, handsome." You said, filling a glass vase with water and putting the flowers in.

Leon gave you another smile before his eyes lit up, a rare, but familiar spark that appeared whenever Leon had something on his mind.

"Let's go walk around a little."

***

And you went. Trekking for the closest park, you two finally felt... Normal. Yes, normal. Like a couple that spends every weekend like this. It was... A nice change.

Having reached the park, you seated on a bench. And then, a young teenage boy came over to the two of you. He addressed Leon.

"Hello! For 1$, can I make up a Valentine's Day song for you and your girlfriend?"

Leon chuckled. "Sure, why not. Anything for my lovely wife."

"Oh, wife! I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, sweetie." You said.

Leon searched through his pockets, putting out a 5$ banknote and handing it to the boy whose eyes immediately lit up. Leon said:

"This your business or something, kid? Consider it an investment."

"Whoa, thank you so much! It really means a lot! Can you, uh, can you please tell me your names?"

You spoke up first. "Y/n."

"Leon." No, but he didn’t have to sound so hot while simply saying his name.

"Got it!"

The boy took a couple seconds to take a big breath in.

And started singing.

"Roses are re-ed!"

A smile glistened on both faces — yours and Leon's. The young man carried on.

"Violets are blu-ue!" He chanted.

You couldn't help but smile even wider. The little guy was really putting his soul into this.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/n! Leon loves you!"

After a swift moment of somewhat awkward silence, you applauded. Seeing it, Leon repeated your gesture and reassuringly looked at the boy. Oh, we love a supportive husband.

The boy was quick to leave. Probably looking for his next clients.

You and Leon exchanged glances.

"Well, that was something." Leon grinned.

"The little singer's definitely trying his best. Let's give him credit for that."

"Yeah, we definitely should."

You two sat there for a couple more minutes, cherishing the present moment. It was a rare occasion for you and Leon to go out somewhere just like normal people. It wasn't just about his job. Leon has never really been the type of person to spend a lot of time outside the apartment you share. That's why your quality time together is usually pretty domestic, but it doesn't lessen the meaningness of it. Reoccurring death sentences made you both learn to appreciate the simple moments.

Because life gets tough. You both learned it the hard way, many times. When your husband came home all bruised. When you spent sleepless nights questioning if he's even alive, never being able to contact him. When Leon woke up after nightmares where he would lose you again, and again, and again. When he was sure that he was not gonna make it out. When he was so afraid he would not be able to come back to you, goddamn, this fear was consuming, sucking on his soul. But he came back. And he will keep coming back no matter what he has to face — he took an oath he would.

That's why this solace moment felt like mending a heart's wound. In times like this, you felt that you two could actually heal one day. Heal from the fear, heal from this never-ending trauma. You didn't even know if it was actually possible, but you tried. You both tried your best. Being with each other helped you carry through all of this. You shared each other's burdens and it made life a little more bearable.

"I wanted to tell you something," Leon says, his tone soft and discreet.

"What is it?" You ask, turning to his side and looking him in the eyes.

"It's really nothing. It's just something I had on my mind for a while. You know I'm not very good at vocalising these kinda things. But I felt like today's occasion was a good reason to speak up on this."

You decided to play it off sarcastically. "Oh-oh. Sounds serious. If we weren't already married, I would've thought you are proposing."

"Oh, come on. I'm about to say something good for once."

You giggled. "I'm just kidding. Of course, love, go on."

Leon tilted towards you a little. "I wanted to say thank you. For everything, really. For every time you've been there for me. For staying with me. For choosing me. Not gonna lie, when I was younger I wasn't even sure I would ever find anyone who would be alright with what I do. I kind of accepted it, that I would end up alone. But here I am. Happier than I ever was. With you. Saying cheesy pick-up lines every time I see you wake up by my side."

You smiled warmly.

"Leon, I know you like the back of my hand. You're such a hopeless romantic. I've seen this in your eyes the very moment you said «I love you» for the first time. I will never forget that look you gave me. You still look at me like that sometimes and every goddamn time my heart flutters. I felt like all of my previous... situationships that cut me to the core were worth it."

"It's like in that song you like. What was it? Without all the exes, fights, and flaws..."

"We wouldn't be standing here so tall. Yeah. That's true." You nodded to Leon's words.

"We've been through a lot, haven't we?" He sighed.

"That we have... That we have."

Leon put his arm over your shoulder, resting his head on top of yours.

"I love you, Y/n. Happy Valentine's Day."

You couldn't help but smile at how special this moment felt. You lived for these. There was nothing better than this.

"I love you too, Leon." You smiled softly and then placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Happy Valentine's."

Kissing you back, Leon gently put his hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes with a tender, loving expression.

"To many more." He said.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x y/n #leon s. kennedy #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy resident evil #valentine's day #leon s. kennedy x reader

[scandinavianfairytale]

She drives me crazy

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC, Bradley Bradshaw x Reader & fantasy Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: 18+, almost a bit of stalkish Jake (on accident), meet-cute vibes, cursing, smut (male masturbation, groping, trouble getting off, description of a fantasy, cheating in the fantasy, very bad dirty talk, oral sex (m & f), fingering, brief handjob, creampie, squirting), Jake is quite sweet in this (given the warnings you wouldn't think so), awkward Jake, Bradley is also in this & he's adorable, also Natasha (I love her), a lot of Hangman puns (sorry I couldn't resist 🤣🙈)

Jake was happy. He had the reputation of one of the best pilots in the US Navy, he had a gorgeous girlfriend that supported him and had amazing friends and family back home. Life was good. Especially when he got called to Top Gun for a once in a lifetime opportunity. And then he met you.

He was happily playing pool, boasting about how he never misses his shot. Omaha was the first one that spotted Natasha, but Jake wasn’t bothered, barely nodding a hello, completely focused on the game. His hand slipped as you entered his field of vision, making him miss his hit.

Who in their right mind would wear a fucking red summer dress to the Hard Deck? 

You introduced yourself to everyone, your handshake firm, a stark contrast to the sweet smile playing on your lips. You were the star of the evening, all pilots were incredibly interested in you, especially Rooster fucking Bradshaw. Jake clenched his jaw throughout the whole night as you sat on the bar stool, laughing at the pilots' undoubtedly cheesy jokes. He had to hand it to Bradshaw, he looked cool even with his tacky Hawaiian T-Shirt.

"What's the matter Bagman? Cat got your tongue?" Natasha sauntered over to him as she observed the cocky pilot that has been gripping his pool stick way too hard.

"Shut it Phoenix." He barked back, making her snicker. She knew the effect that you had on her fellow navy men. Since she has known you, you had more than enough attention on you. The cute, young and funny addition to the marketing department. A sight for sore eyes in your civilian clothes. So it was no wonder Natasha's fellow Top Gun attendees were head over heels for you. She just didn't expect Jake Seresin to be one of them, so this was an interesting turn of events. One she thoroughly enjoyed. 

Of course she didn’t know the full effect you had on him. Jake himself didn’t realize it, until he caught you sneaking out barefooted off the base, your shoes in Bradshaw’s hand and you were trying to stifle your giggles. Bradley pushed you into the street light, kissing you goodbye and Jake felt something shift in him as he watched Bradley’s hand move to cup your breast, before you slapped it away with a smirk. 

It was the point of no return.

"C'mon." Jake let out a frustrated groan, as the same sound echoed in his room for the 17th minute. "Fuck...c'mon Hangman. C'mon!" He was angry. And frustrated. And annoyed. And so fed up. And it was all thanks to you. As he admitted defeat and left his angry red leaking cock alone, he groaned and thought about how low he fell in such a short time. He has been having problems with getting off for days now. He tried everything, calling his girlfriend, imagining all the things he'd like to do to her, when he will finally be able to see her. He never expected to be hit with blue balls, yet here he was. And he knew what he could do, but he refused to go down that road, the love for his girl back home was too strong and it just didn't feel right.

However he also knew that he was close to losing his mind, especially if he's going to have to keep watching you sitting with your crossed legs, your little dresses hiking up your legs and laughing with fucking Bradshaw.

"I'm sorry Beth..." Jake whispered as he put down the picture of his girlfriend and dimmed the lights.

"This damn dress..." He growled as he turned your body around and tore your red dress open. Jake smirked as your body tensed and you let out a soft gasp.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll get you something even prettier to wear." You shuddered as his lips met your heated skin. He kissed up your body, before finally finding your neck. You smelled sweet and spicy, he couldn't quite place the scent but it fit you. Your hand tangled in his hair as he sucked on your collarbone and Jake could feel his cock twitch as your soft moans finally escaped your throat. He spun you around to face him.

"Gotta see your face." He groaned as he crashed his hips into yours, making you feel his standing cock. Glancing down at his uniform trousers before meeting his eyes, you bit your lower lip. Jake smirked and kissed you harshly, his teeth scraping over your lips as well, knocking at your teeth. There was no more room for waiting anymore. He felt your hand graze his cock as you quickly unbuttoned his pants, eager to feel him.

"Well Hangman...you certainly are well hung." You giggled at your own pun, but Jake could only pant as your hand started stroking his member.

"Fuck..." Jake moaned as he finally could feel some relief as he masturbated.

"Careful, don't hang in the towel just yet. There's a lot more I wanna do with you tonight." You whispered in his ear. You were really having a good laugh on his callsign.

"Then you better let me go." Jake shuddered as your finger slid over his frenulum.

"Come on, Jake, where's that stamina you like to brag about?" He could collapse thanks to the evil grin you sported as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

"Let's get naked and I'll show you." Both of you lifted your eyebrows before the clothes were scattered around, leaving a crumb-like trail of your deceit.

"Damn, you're gorgeous." Jake paused as he took you in, stopping at your breasts. You weren't shy either, staring at his family jewels.

"I think there was enough talking, wouldn't you agree?" You licked your lips before pushing him to the bed and nestling yourself between his legs, grabbing at his cock. Slowly licking up the shaft, you quickly took him down your throat as much as you could, enjoying the restricted sounds Jake was giving. Your head bobbed up and down, making it obvious that you were enjoying this just as much as him, if not more.

"Fuck, baby, you're so good at this." Jake moaned, one of his hand grasped your head, pulling you off him, before he pulled you to him in a sloppy kiss. He turned you over, so you were under him and grabbed your legs, pushing them as open as your muscles allowed before he got a good look at your pussy.

"Well, I'm not the only one barely holding it together, now am I?" Jake teased as your pussy oozed juices, making you impossibly wet. Your back arched as his fingers penetrated you.

"Fuck, Jake!"

"That's it sweetness, give it to me." He licked the entirety of your entrance and kissed your clit, making your pussy clench around his fingers.

"Please..." You begged and Jake smirked before bending down and dipping his tongue in you.

"You taste delicious." He said to your pussy, making you keen as he blew air into you.

"Jake, please, just fuck me already." You let a frustrated groan.

Jake laughed, pulling his fingers out of you and climbed up your body, kissing your nipples on his way. "Since you asked so nicely." He smirked and rubbed the tip of his cock over your entrance before slowly entering you.

"So fucking tight..." Jake groaned, his hand speeding up, gathering his precum. The sweet and familiar tension started building up in his body.

"You feel so good." You whispered, stroking his hair as he bottomed out.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he kissed your jawline. When you nodded, his hips retracted before he fucked back into you.

"Oh God." You moaned as his pelvis met yours with force.

"That's the stamina I like to brag about." Jake joked, but he couldn't be too smug about it as your walls had such a hold on him, he was having a hard time focusing and not embarrassing himself by blowing his load too soon.

"Don’t you dare leave me hanging, Hangman. Now, stop talking and fuck me, like you mean it." You groaned. And he did. He fucked you hard and good. Both of you knew it was a one-time thing. He had Beth and you had Bradley. But this was too hard to ignore and he had to give it to you good. Give you his all. Because this was not happening again.

Your back arched into him, soaking the sheets underneath you, the evidence of your sin and Jake shuddered out his release as he came into you.

"Fuck, YES! YES! YES! Aaaah!" Jake yelled out as he finally came. His release shot up, getting everywhere as the tension finally went away and he finally breathed with ease. He collapsed on the bed, panting hard and it took him a few minutes to finally uncross his eyes. His sheets were covered in sweat and even though he changed them two days ago he knew he'll have to change them again.

"Hey Jake. I didn't know Beth was visiting." Jake jumped in surprise as he heard your voice. His hand gripped the dirty sheets tighter.

"You should join us for a dinner." Bradley offered with a smile thrown in your direction. Jake turned around and stared at your holding hands.

"She just came for a quick visit and she's tired. Maybe some other time?" He offered.

"I can imagine she's really tired." You giggled.

"I share a wall with you, Seresin. We heard everything." Bradley clarified as Jake looked at you surprised.

"Right." In that moment, Jake was thankful he didn't blush. "Well I gotta clean the sheets. See you." He passed you and caught a scent of your perfume - sweet and spicy.

"He's actually quite sweet, I thought he was going to brag or something." Jake heard you say as he was making his way to the exit.

Thank you for reading! 💙😊

The GIF doesn’t belong to me - belongs to the talented creator! 🙏💙

There was an IRL inspiration for this story and I feel so bad that I took it, but I just couldn’t resist 😅 but I honestly had quite a problem writing these past few days / weeks, nothing was quite coming to me...but now I actually want to write this Reader with this Bradley - I really liked this scene Jake came across and I would like to write it in more detail 💙

#glen powell #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin imagine #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #hangman #top gun #top gun maverick #jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin smut #hangman smut #hangman seresin #hangman seresin x reader #hangman seresin imagine #hangman seresin smut #she drives me crazy #short story #fanfic

[kidsinsaturn]

Alr, I need you, rn. so you're very rich, so rich, rich. And what do most of the rich do? They go to auctions. okay, there was a very nice rare item, let's say it was a nice painting. And this painting was for sale. You both liked the painting and you both wanted it. Ok, after all the betting back and forth with many other rich people and especially Itachi, you won/acquired the painting. The auction was next to a hotel (think of something else if it doesn't fit <3) in any case he wanted to look at his beautiful loss (i.e. the picture) one last time and we end up having sex with him. Btw, we're damn hot in a pretty dress or something. I don't know if you can write this but I can't get your Itachi hcs and one shots out of my head. It doesn't matter if you don't make it possible for me

beautiful loss

[🗼] I tried doing this during the week but I had so many schoolwork im so sorry !! but it's finally hereee

idk how auctions work ok you'll have to forgive me

characters: itachi uchiha

genre: nsfw; modern au;

warnings: fem!reader; unprotected sex; oral sex (male receiving); creampie;

word count: 3k

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warm rays of sunlight were covered by your overpriced sunglasses as you eyed the item in your cellphone. you were on your way to a foreign city where the next auction was going to take place in. a rare, valuable item was going to be offered. you didn't know what it was, but it tickled your curiosity and you rushed to the place as soon as you knew of the event.

rich people were going to be there as well, you knew. they were probably going to be all old people, not many of your young age, something unexpected considering rich youths were totally uninterested in these sales.

two days before the auction started you were already at the city, setting yourself at a hotel close by. your luggage was left behind as you took out your most elegant dress. the red matte fabric felt and looked so soft and expensive. it wasn't within you to always wear your best cloths, but this time felt a bit different, a bold move from your part.

the morning of the auction, you woke up feeling like a caterpillar evolving to a butterfly. it was so cheesy, but maybe today was your day, you had a good feeling.

as you put on your dress and styled your hair, you thought about the mysterious item. whatever it was, you could either use it as decoration or re-sale it with a better price.

you arrived to the event, and as you expected, a bunch of old wealthy people were present. it wasn't that you hated them, but the big age gap could create a bit of difficulties while conversing. so you opted for staying by yourself quiet.

what lightened your day was definitely the rare item at sale: a beautiful sculpture. it was a bust of a woman, her faced covered in throned flowers. it was a piece of art left to one's interpretation, everyone having their own analysis of it. you were an art lover, you thought it was the maximum level of expressions without using verbal actions.

you were going to win and acquire it.

"what do you think the artist tried to symbolize with it?" just as you were admiring the bust, you heard a deep voice behind you. the owner of that voice was a handsome young man, the same age as you, though he looked a bit older given his speech and his manners.

however, besides his gentle aura, you were just as amazed by his natural beauty. he was truly gorgeous. your common beauty standards were broken into a new level just by seeing this man. he had long raven hair tied in a loose low ponytail, with just a few strings of hair covering the sides of his face which–god. you could swear his pale skin was glowing a bit as you gazed at his features: his cheekbones prominent, his sharp jawline, his long elegant nose, and a pair of electrifying black eyes. his eyelashes were thicker and longer then yours, even with your mascara on!

a sigh left your lips. he was breathtaking.

"it can go many ways. I think each person may have their own point of view. that's what art is: a representation of our emotions." even through your amazed state, when it was about art, you left your heart speak. the man seemed satisfied with your answered, giving you a soft smile on his meaty lips and closing his eyes.

"I agree with you,"

just as he said that, he left your side. you couldn't believe you just lost sight of someone who was in front of you seconds ago, but there wasn't anything left of him as you turned your neck furiously confused at every corner.

you tried not thinking too much about, it was an auction after all. you were going to leave the city the next day, regardless if you won the sculpture or not.

the bidding took place. you were uninterested on the other items at display, your eyes focused solely on the bust of the woman. you waited patiently as the other objects were being purchased by the people around you, not failing to recognize the young man you just talked to.

so he was here to bid just as you. you took noticed of his offers, some could be mistaken as risky, but nonetheless were they intelligent. he knew when to speak and what quantity to offer. he definitely knew what he was doing.

that thought alone made you blush a bit. intelligence was something that turned you on slightly. men knowing what they were doing was a thought that you could touch yourself to.

it was the turn of the piece of art that stole your interest. your strategies to get rid of others bidders were working, only leaving you and the handsome man. he looked just as determined to get the bust as you.

you would be lying if you'd say you weren't a bit insecure that he could smell your strategies and break them. but all those worries were left aside as you said your last bid, the auctioneer asking the public for any higher offers, just to be met with silent. you couldn't see the handsome man across the room nor could you hear him now that he quieted down; but that didn't matter now that the bust was officially yours.

it was given to you to your bare hands as you gave the money, along with a bunch of common paperwork you already knew, filling it with no problem. contentment was read all over your face. you were glad you acquired the only piece you wanted from it. a part of you, however, remembered momentarily the young man from earlier. he did take your breath away, you wanted to see him again even if it was for a last time.

...

you set yourself in your hotel room as you arranged cautiously the bust. you were about to change your clothes to go out eat when you heard a knock at the door.

it was a bit late at night and your hotel room was previously been cleaned already, so who could it be?

with a confused look on your face, you opened the door, only to be met with the handsome young man from the auction earlier.

"oh hi!" a surprised yet confused tone in your voice. it didn't cross your mind that he might be staying in the same hotel as you, it was the nearest and on top of that, it was a very fancy one.

"please accept my apology for showing up just casually," he told you sincerely. "my name is itachi uchiha, sorry for not introducing myself properly earlier."

his perfectly taught manners were actually a bit of a turn on for you; it was shocking to encounter a kind, gentle man nowadays.

itachi raised his hand to yours, waiting for a handshake, yet noticing your hesitation, his hand stood still. "oh yeah, sorry." you shook your head softly, "it's okay, I am y/n l/n." you finally brought your hand to his, his big hand embracing yours in warmth. you immediately liked the feeling.

"sorry for asking this way but," your sudden gaze on him made him twitch a bit, your eyes were addicting to look at. "why are you doing here?"

itachi's mind was blank for a second, completely having forgotten the initial reason to be here. it could have been your sensual dress which, coincidentally, was of his favorite color, vermillion. itachi was a gentleman, not thinking of women just that way; but perhaps it was your intelligence, your perspective of art, or just your appealing aura that was driving him completely crazy. he even forgot to introduce himself in front of you after your response to his question, already being under your spell.

"that piece of art has being on my mind since the auction," just as you... "I was wondering if you would allow me to just see it one last time."

could those be his real intentions? you didn't question that too much, allowing the tempting man inside your hotel room. you weren't against art amateurs after all.

itachi spent a good couple of minutes just admiring the bust, grabbing his phone to take some pictures of it. you just stood there a bit dumbfounded, he looked such a fuckboy, you would have thought that he would be out there fucking three girls at the same time instead of stalking the owner of some piece of art. it was cute though.

"you often do this?"

"this is unusual for me. I normally get what I want." his black eyes met yours, an intense gaze. he didn't mean to sound boastful but honest; it was his way of explaining things. but regardless of his tone, his comment made you blush, considering the way he was eyeing you, as if he was trying to look under your tight dress.

you were definitely up to play that game.

you crossed your legs slowly as you sat on your bed, leaning on your hands. your breasts moved along your soft breathing. "oh yeah? and how come this time you didn't get it?"

your intentions showed through your voice, itachi knew that.

"I will."

he approached you, looking at you as if you were his prey, he was ready to attack. you felt your core burn, your legs pressed each other together with more force to relief some of your arousal. itachi looked gorgeous and feral, a soft smirk adorning his features as his eyes screamed impure thoughts.

he still seemed a bit timid though, so you lifted your head up, gaze as innocent as a virgin. your hands went to his hips now that he was standing in front of you, his crotch leveled at your nose.

"then show me how you always get what you want."

itachi's hands unbuckled his pants as soon as those words left your mouth, pulling them down to his ankles. with his boxers on display, you had in front of you his voluptuous bulge, throbbing and begging to be freed.

delicate hands went to the waistlines of his boxers, pulling them down. his cock sprang tall. your mouth watered at the sight of his large cock; his pink base looked delicious. it was definitely was of the biggest cocks you had seen, you were sure it would fit perfectly with your tight pussy.

you grabbed his base, feeling his blood rushing through the veins of his cock, making it seem bigger. you started stroking him slowly, making sure your hand touched all of him. while your other hand covered his balls which looked just as full; you were readying yourself to receive that load inside you.

vision going white, itachi let out some carnal sounds that he didn't knew he could make. his moans echoed in your ears, your hand going faster and faster, until your lips connected with his rosy tip.

you looked up at him, your gaze still innocent, as you stuck your tongue out to touch more of him. the wet muscle made itachi shiver, his knees threatening to give up.

you guided his cock to your mouth, introducing him more and more until his tip touched the depths of your throat. the moan that left itachi's mouth sounded so erotic, the hand on his balls squeezing around them, his sounds now louder.

you sucked him off for a few minutes. itachi's hands occasionally would tangle around your hair, only for later to loose strength due to the utter pleasure he felt from just your mouth on his cock and your hand on his balls.

lewd, nasty sounds boomed through the room, your drool covering itachi's large dick and his moans getting louder and more desperate.

itachi felt a tug on his belly, his cock feeling hot for a second. his hands went to your nape, making you take the whole of his cock. you started gagging with tears on your eyes as you looked up at him once again. your nose touched his belly for a few seconds as he withdrew you from his cock, drool connecting it with your mouth.

panting, you started to take off your red dress, however itachi had other plans. his right hand went to your chin, stopping you immediately, and grabbed your face with a bit force. he bent down until your faces were connected, stealing a fervent kiss from you.

his lips were rough, his teeth nibbling on your lips softly. itachi was devouring your mouth, swallowing your drool from your chin while his hands went to your elegant neck and your nape. his control on you just made your pussy cry, you loved this dominant side from him, so unlike his docile nature.

itachi removed his hands from you just to take off his classy coat, relieving some heat from his body. just as he finished, his large hands went now below your armpits, touching slightly your breasts with his thumbs. your body reacted by itself, hopping to itachi.

a gasp came out of your mouth as itachi's hands wondered to your body, touching you as if he knew you from years. your backside had never received so much attention before.

pure dark thoughts clouded itachi's mind, he let his most animalistic side took over him. his hands hoisted the bottom of your dress, revealing your delicious bum and your pussy to him, only covered by a mere insignificant fabric.

itachi truly loved the dress, hence the desire to completely ruin your guts with you in it. he took your panties off you, tossing them across the room.

kisses were shared as your hands kept stroking him, his hands never leaving your body as well. itachi ceased his kiss with you just to motion you to the thick sofa behind him. his hand went to your ass as you walked in front of him, you turned your head to look at him and winked.

itachi sat first on the couch, patting his lap so you would sit on his cock. your pussy throbbed at the sight of his cock standing tall, it looked exquisite, ready to be covered now with your juices.

your knees were positioned on either side of itachi, and as you squatted, your pussy lips came in contact with his thick tip. itachi's hands caressed your waist, admiring the expensive fabric of your dress.

with heavy eyes, your and itachi's gaze connected. you knew back then that this encounter wasn't exactly random, he probably planned all this and all you could do was thank him for the moment.

you struggled to get him inside you, his thick head disappearing slowly inside your hole. it was as if your air was being expelled out of your lungs with each inch. you could only grunt and whorl your hips around him, while itachi nibbled on your cleavage, leaving slightly red and purple marks on it. his teeth moved your dress down for your breast to be on display. oh god, they were just perfect, your velvet mountains ready to be sucked in.

just as your pussy was finishing swallowing itachi's cock, his mouth enclosed on your nipple, sucking at it noisily. his hands moved sensually around your back until they went down to your hips at the same time you finally enveloped all of him.

soft, repetitive throbs were felt inside your sensitive hole, your hands clenched on itachi's shoulders, tears wanting to come out. you felt so full, his large cock felt fantastic yet it stuffed you well enough to already make you to sob without moving.

"oh... itachi..." you moaned out loud. "you feel so good... mmmh..." itachi thought you were funny, he wasn't moving an inch and you already were squirming.

"yeah? wait till I move, love," he said amused, and it was that moment that you actually realized you hadn't moved since you were trying for it to fit in.

your hips moved involuntarily at just the thought, a release of extreme pleasure shot through your body as his tip kissed your g-spot. itachi's hands tightened on your hips, guiding you. though you didn't need the aid that much, your hips wiggled on his cock, your wet walls clenching. Itachi tried to keep sucking at your breasts, though the pure euphoria didn’t let him continue his brutal licks.

"god... you do it just right..." itachi moaned as his head felt backwards. you went to his neck, kissing him harshly and biting some of his pale skin. his Adam's apple moved along his grunts; that sight made you go quicker.

his head kissed your cervix repeatedly, your orgasm unfolding. your butt shook every time you bounced on itachi's large cock along with your breasts which he seemed to enjoy a bit more than your butt.

sweat ran down your exposed skin, the space between your tits glowing from how moist it was. itachi's thumb went to your clit, curling just perfectly to drive you crazy, your vision going white as you screamed.

"ohh!! itachi! im going to c-cum..!" you voiced was raspy from all the moaning, yet your sensual sounds caused the same effect on him.

your body was about to give up, loosing speed and pressure as your neck flew backwards with your mouth open. itachi's look at you was piercing, trying to remember this image for the rest of his lifetime.

strong arms held your hips and legs, pounding into you with such force that you were unable to make sounds now, silent gestures only. your hands gripped on him tighter, your mind on heaven as your orgasm built on your belly.

itachi didn't stop though, wanting to achieve his own just as you did. he coiled his hips as he kept thrusting into you, his balls slamming on your asscheeks.

with thorough thrusts and sternly precision, itachi felt his balls twitch, his load ready to come and breed you. and just as his cum painted white your walls, itachi's body went rigid, staying in that position until his balls felt empty.

you felt overwhelmed with your core sensitive and his semen dripping from your tight hole. you looked at the handsome young man, trying to decipher what was on his mind.

his eyes looked at the sculpture behind you, "I guess I got something better.”

#I’ll do some old requests this weekend <3 #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #uchiha itachi #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x you #naruto

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans

Gunpowder and Watermelon (part one)

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts (part two)

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth (part three)

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns (part four)

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality (part five)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), doctor visits, depictions of ultrasounds and exams, PTSD around exams, hinted sexism, hinted human trafficking (a mention of almost being sold by family), more puns, sticky boys, Col being a goof, attempted cunnilingus, sweet moments, playful insults, mpreg 🖤 Rating: mature

I got a little choked up writing this so please keep yourself safe if you have any problems with things mentioned above. It's a very sweet chapter but it still revolves around emotions and fetal doctor visits. If anyone understands issues with that it's me. I write things like this to help me heal. I love you all 🖤

Colson didn't think his hand had ever been squeezed so hard but at the same time nothing had ever felt so good. He knew he might be bruised later but he'd heal fast even if something broke. It was heaven though because his lover was turning to him for comfort. For at least the moment he was a good enough alpha his omega felt safer with him. Of course he couldn't bring attention to any of that though without probably losing it, Dom wasn't any better at admitting fear or need than he was besides maybe sexual. Need, not fear obviously- if his baby momma was scared of something in bed he damn well better say. "Ya know if you put your feet up and give me like two minutes down there I can relax your tense ass." He teased, trying to break a little tension. It was thick enough in the room you could cut it with a fang and the stench of nerves was starting to turn his stomach.

"Ya need two? Weak game bruv." Dom huffed back but his death grip eased. He still didn't move for the stirrups however and Col shrugged, he supposed that wasn't necessary yet but he wasn't opposed to playing a little.

Dom had been right about his friend, he actually had set up multiple appointments for the week so whenever the alpha showed up they had one. Thankfully they'd just been resting when Tom entered the room without knocking to tell them. They'd rushed around to get ready, everyone including Dom fearing if he was given any time to think about it he'd have to be convinced again so that was easiest. The omega just hoped he didn't have too much of his alpha's cum still inside him.

He shifted nervously again, his thighs clenched tight even though he wasn't naked. He'd ranted enough on the way that Colson told the nurse who led them back the boy wouldn't be nude unless they absolutely had to do an internal exam. He could still remember his first appointment at such a place, it was etched into the parts of his mind that carried all his trauma. He'd barely been a teenager at the time but they knew from his birth what he'd present as, that was obvious. He remembered feeling a little sick for a few days and his mum said she was taking him to the doctor. Of course his young mind thought that was normal until he was spread wide with a male beta checking out parts of himself he'd never even explored. He'd been dry since it was before his first heat and the bastard hadn't been gentle. It didn't help that both his parents stayed in the room to hear the 'okay'. He found out a few days later his father, 'uncle', and their mob type friends had set him up to be sold. It wasn't supposed to happen anymore but rich enough men could procure whatever they desired and a male omega was rare enough his family would have been set for life. He'd run away to London the next day and never looked back. He truly never thought he'd be in this position, he didn't think he'd find an alpha he could trust. He didn't even trust most betas so finding Colson was… mental.

"We should steal some of this medical shit and play doctor." He was pulled from his thoughts by his daddy's purr and he was surprised when he could smile. He started to reply when there was a knock on the door and he startled, his body locking up tight when the doc didn't even wait for a 'come in'.

"'Ello, I'm Doctor Ward. Miss Ha-"

"Mister." Dom corrected before she could finish. He understood the confusion but that should have been fixed outside.

"Oh Mister Harrison."

"Alright I guess but Dom. Please? Jus' Dom."

"Dom. Good afternoon Dom and you- Mister- oh my god!"

Colson tried to cover a laugh with a cough while his partner huffed and he leaned over the prone punk to offer his hand. "You can just call me Col. But please, I'm barely here. He's in charge." He wasn't going to let anyone treat him like Dom's alpha, this was the kids rodeo, his stud horse just put on a good show. The doc nodded and collected her professionalism again, focusing back on the important one in the room. She smiled down at him and it seemed genuine but they both knew how some people could be around his kind.

"You know, if the two of you wouldn't mind this would be a wonderful help to the medical community. I don't believe we've had a mated pair in…" She trailed off, her gaze going distant behind her glasses but the boy squeezed him tighter.

"We'll think about it, thanks. Can we just… ya know." He tried not to grumble but it was hard, he just wanted to get his anxious omega home and safe but he needed to know his whole pack was okay first.

"Of course, I apologize. Please think about it though. Dom, do you know about how far along you are?"

"Two months, twenty eight days, and… damn. I'd remember the hours but ya know. Time zones." Kells teased and he grinned when his boyfriend blushed and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you. Well, I hate to say it but it'd be best if we checked internally. I can do an ultrasound through your abdomen but not everything may be as accessible as you'd like yet." She kept her tone gentle but Colson still felt his lip curling up in a snarl.

"Tha's fine. Luv shut the fuck up. I'm good. Jus'... Don't leave?" His voice went soft and Col nodded, kneeling next to the examination table so they could be eye level. "Stay right 'ere."

The woman left the room long enough for him to wiggle free of everything below the waist and he immediately felt a rush of cum escape him to soak in the rough crinkly paper. Kells tried not to crack a smirk but Dom could feel the pride radiating from him. "Bastard you is. Right bastard." His cheeks felt on fire by the time their doctor came back but they never broke eye contact and as soon as he could he was holding onto his daddy again. His baby daddy. Fuck.

He tried to drift while she worked, his pink socked toes curling but his alpha kept him breathing and as relaxed as possible. They were so in their own little world that when a fast steady beat started up they almost jumped, blinking at each other owlishly. "There we go." Ward cooed, moving the screen so they had a visual and for the first time Dominic didn't mind having a bloody alien probe up his core. "Is tha'?" He whispered, absolutely refusing to let his emotions take over. He would not cry. He would not.

"What? Is it what?" Col almost whined, he was too wrapped up in keeping his lover soothed that he was so fucking lost but the fingers on his free hand were tapping out the fluttering beat on the table.

"I fink tha's our baby Cols." Dom whispered, his hold on his lover's hand the only thing keeping him from floating away. It was the first time it felt truly real and the first time he didn't almost hurl at the word. There was a baby and it was his. Bloody hell.

"Fuck. What? Isn't that fast?" Colson's throat felt tight but he absolutely refused to cry. He couldn't, Dom needed him.

"That's normal for a fetal heart. They seem perfectly healthy. Thankfully." She winked at the omega, playfully chiding him for not seeing a doctor sooner. Dom thought she might be alright for them even with the rough start. "As long as you're careful now and keep up with appointments I think everything will be perfectly fine even though you've been living normally I assume?" She was trying to be polite but they all knew what was written on the papers, he didn't exactly live healthy before all this.

"Actually um… not entirely true. Jus' cause I refused to admit it don't mean I kept up me 'abits. Ain't 'ad nuffin to smoke or drink since me test. Swear." He explained nervously and Kells chewed his cheek so he wouldn't grin.

"Perfect!" She beamed at them both and moved the wand until she found the best angle.

Dom stared at the screen and tried to figure out how such a tiny jellybean was changing his life so much but as he listened to that rhythmic noise he couldn't imagine not having it now. She froze the picture for them and pulled everything free, handing him a box of wet wipes before she left quietly. The punk couldn't figure out why her demeanor had shifted until he glanced back at his friend and caught the tear tracks down his cheeks. "Oh."

"Shut the fuck up. You're crying." He wasn't actually but he knew he would later, he couldn't let himself break in public he could feel he was going to be a mess.

"'Elp me clean up and get me 'ome? I fink she can get us a video." He whined low, trying to help by giving the alpha a job. "No playing!" He snapped teasingly just in case the man got an idea while wiping him up. Kells glared but wiped his face on the back of Dom's hand before letting him go to walk around the table. Of course he didn't trust him there but he was just thankful to have a moment where he wasn't being stared at and he took a deep breath. He was starting to calm until he felt something against his hole that definitely wasn't a wet nap. The sound of the rapper gagging had him trying to sit up but he was stuck and so messy. "Twat. It ain't flavored lube ya knothead!" He huffed but he couldn't help giggling through the rest of their time in the office, his tension disappearing on a wave of… happiness? How weird.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Hope this was good, I just thought it was a cute idea 🖤

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom x colson #dom and colson fic #yungblud x machine gun kelly #com #com fics #my fics #abo #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #doctor visit #obgyn #ultrasounds and exams and all the trauma with it #nervous boys #sexism #selling omegas #babys heartbeat #mpreg

[isattt]

I don't know if you answer questions in portuguese, so I'll write in english, what was your inspiration to create gentle fall? how was the creation process?

all the best, and good luck with the game!

you can ask in Portuguese too!

My main inspiration, as controversial as it is, was school days (As a matter of fact, the game was almost called Fall Days for a little while, but I didn't want to get sued lmao). I never actually played the game but I saw a video essay about it and the feelings of love and jealousy in young love. I thought it looked really fun to tackle feelings in that way and wanted to make something quite close to it and make it pretty fucked up, but I think I ended up stranded a bit farther away from it.

Another inspo was Yuri from ddlc, I guess that one is pretty self-explanatory.

I was inspired after self-reflection, to approach some topics about loneliness, limerence, and, more importantly, growth, I don't like Yanderes without a motive and I wanted to create one that could be more real.

And, since Technoblade's death, I thought I had finally understood what grief felt like, it was a feeling I never felt before, and it led me to want to represent it somewhere.

The aesthetic and the season came afterward, I thought fall would be quite fitting for Chester as the season is comforting, yet somewhat sorrowful, it is a reminder of mortality and the end of things as winter approaches but also a nice feeling of being close to finally taking some time off and being comfortable underneath blankets.

To be honest the process was a mess I don't even think it is worth pointing much out lol, it was my very first game and I hadn't developed any kind of organization for it. But I did end up learning a lot at least. I scrolled tumblr a lot on the yandere tags for more inspiration and I even did a cheesy mood board for Chester!

and my friend also did some wattpad cover (?) type of thing

and a damn lot of dark academia searches on pinterest

#gentlefall asks #asks

[nerdsandthelike]

starting STRONG with chisme: 😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

❌ What's a trope you will never write? (note: don't say teacher/student because that one I already know and I am legit curious if there are any OTHER tropes that are never nevers for ya!)

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

😅 You KNOW I love chisme, so let's see.... a lot of my more embarrassing things never make it to Ao3. I also am just hard to embarrass. Like, I wrote my very first fic when I was pretty young and now I think it's cheesy, but also it has a lot of things that I still do (I remain a slut for tenderness and second chances and miscommunication and imperfect people making it work) and I feel such affection for baby me who wrote it. So going to something that's embarrassing enough that I never (and will never) published it, I have a high school AU of the TV show Kings that involved the characters putting on the musical Rent. Which is just such a sentence, but it was fun to write at the time. I know it was a different ask, but I would also pay a LOT of money for nobody IRL to ever read my Old Guard fic "she tied you to the kitchen chair" but that's because I don't want my students or coworkers or parents to get any ideas about my relationship to knifeplay (which I don't have! It's characters only! But I still don't want to have that conversation!)

😈 playfully mean... does stopping stories before they get to sex scenes count? Because I spend the entirety of the Billy Elliot fic "Take Me Up and Hold Me Gently" building up to a sex scene that I did not write. In a similar sort of tease without followthrough, I hint at Eliot as a Dwarf in my Leverage-Lord of the Rings crossover and then end the story before you actually get to spend any time with him. Though I'm not ruling out a "Let's Go Rob Smaug" sequel that gives him more screentime. The only other thing that's coming to mind is my unpublished WIP Old Guard Joe/Nicky enemies to lovers royalty AU where I keep letting them ALMOST communicate what they need to and then having something drive them apart again. Oh, and in the later fics of my Jane Austen/Temeraire crossover that I just started posting this week Elizabeth Bennet is literally never going to meet Mr. Darcy. Sorry!

🛒 (Mis)communication. Every damn time. So much of real life is about making connections with other people but it is so hard and so vulnerable to actually do that work and we all carry around so many assumptions and secrets I just... it's always relevant. I especially like thinking about communication between people who have very different life experiences, whether because of trauma or geography or queer identity or centuries of immortality. I also love building a story around a Secret that is central to the character and then dealing with how keeping or revealing that secret changes their relationships. Another sort of big thematic one is choosing relationships, both in a chosen family sense and a romance sense. I really think about relationships as an active and ongoing commitment, so my characters also spend a lot of time thinking about what those commitments are and what responsibilities they have to the people in their life. And then my characters (when appropriate) all have crushes on David Bowie, go to midnight showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and hate Ronald Reagan.

❌ You are 100% correct that teacher/student is a hard no for me. In the same vein, I'm pretty unlikely to write anything that could be meaningfully tagged as "Age Difference." Like, I will write canon Andy or Quynh or Booker with a mortal person in their 30s+, but that's not really what that tag is for. I don't write explicit fic, so anything that is 100% a sex trope is probably not going to come up. Also, A/B/O or dom/sub AUs (like where the whole world is divided into doms/subs, not just an individual character dynamic). Otherwise, I can at least think of a scenario where I might write a trope, even if it's pretty unlikely. I've definitely written things with tropes that I would never read if someone else did it.

🎉 I do a lot of (a very different kind of) writing in my professional life, so I really firmly believe that if I'm writing for fun it should BE FUN. So for me, a fic is really successful if I enjoyed writing it. I also am always really proud when I re-read a fic and I feel the same emotions I felt while writing it. Like, if nothing else, my writing is making me feel things! I try not to focus on the external metrics of success, but the one that really does get me is literally any comment that suggests that somebody else cared about this story. That can be a "reread kudos" because it means that somebody spent part of their life reading my story and then for some reason came back and did it again!!! Or, it can be somebody who found that the story resonated with them, like some of the comments on my Leverage series make me super emotional because people are talking about their own experiences of being queer in a conservative area or coming out later in life or parenting. And I don't have personal experience with all of those things, so the fact that my story resonated with people who do have those experiences makes me feel like I was successful (and compassionate and putting good out into the world!) in writing them.

#nerds writes #i'm having a social experience! #fic writing

[fire-fist-ann]

Star crossed lovers

According to the rumors deep in the vast forest of nymphs and other creatures that walked around the land .There was a lonely kitsune who had everything life had to offer.  He had everything he could ever want, everything that was but a lover.  Across the years he had found men who wanted to appease him by offering their bodies and souls laid bare to him . But even that was not enough for him , humans all died so young and so much faster than he would have liked. The Kitsune ran his fingers through his black silky locks, sighing at the gifts left at his shrine once more .  He had told humans time and time again that he did not require gifts or even food.  His pointy ears twitched hearing the jingle of the totem around his shrine he had to alert him of anyone snooping around. Izou arched a thin black eyebrow as he stepped out of his shrine, his long black and golden robes dragging behind him on the ground . His shoes clacked as he turned the corner.  He had to suppress a gasp seeing what looked to be a Nymph .  He had heard rumors of a garden Nymph getting into everyone’s offerings. “ And who might you be?” He asked, his voice lacking any amusement despite the curl of his red painted lips . The Nymph in question let out a loud yelp tripping over his own feet and landing right into the koi pond. He sat up with a fish in his hair , he blew a strand out of his eyes . As he sat there soaked his white tunic sticking to his chest . He let out a loud laugh rubbing the back of his head“Ah I'm not making a very good first impression am I?, the name is Thatch , what’s your name?” Izou pinched the bridge of his nose  “ Izou is my name , so Thatch this does not explain what you are doing around my shrine. “ Thatch’s face tinted pink “ Ah I wanted to meet you but I heard you liked lava lilies so I was trying to place them with your offerings in hope you would come out.” “ If that was the case you could have just knocked on my shrine door, instead of looking like an utter fool” “ I do look pretty dumb huh? But I think it was worth it, you're much more extraordinary in person if I say so myself” . He said flashing a cheesy smile in the Kiatune’s direction . Izou blinked before he felt his face turn red, damn him it was like he was trying to get him worked up on purpose . He could withstand human men; they were nothing but a means to an end but this man was different . Maybe it was due to the fact he was a creature like himself. “ Flattery will get you nowhere you know , you have to fix my flowers and pay for scaring my poor koi fish,” “O-oh sorry about that , I can replant the flowers but uh how can I make it up to you?” Izou sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes “ Well since you gave me such a headache . You may come to my shrine for a cup of tea and tell me why you wanted to see me so badly.” Thatch winced before his whole face lit up like the sun jumping out of the koi pond right over to him “ Really?!” “ Hold it, you may come once you are wearing something not so wet and flimsy , ring the bell when you come back.” Izou said as he turned on his heel walking back into his shrine the doors locking in place. Izou put his hand over his face. What was he even doing at this point? It's not like he could back off this now . He just hoped he would not regret this decision. He was only going to have a cup of tea with Thatch, that was all, so why was his heart racing. Like it once did when he had a new kitsune .                                             xx

Izou jolted hearing the bell ring of his shrine . He stood up opening the door to see that same garden Nymph from before . Thank the heavens he was wearing something that would not make Izou feel like he would explode . “It’s nice to see you can dress up,“ “I always dress to impress! “ Thatch countered with a arched eyebrow Izou shook his head “Just get in, I made the tea already, “ he said before pausing “what’s that in your hands?” Thatch let out a laugh “I like to cook so i asked your worshippers what foods you like so i made some onigiri, “ Izou could not help but to look surprised at that. A red tint matching his lipstick spread over his cheeks .“Is that so then it would be a waste to not give them at least a try,” He mused out loud with a sliver of a smile. “You won’t find anyone who can cook better than me, just so you know, “ Thatch said wiggling his brown brows at him getting in his face. Izou moved his hand pushing his face from his “Don’t get ahead of yourself there dumpling,” “Eh? Are you saying i'm chubby or something?” Thatch asked. “Mhm if the shoe fits.“ Thatch gasped pushing him over before he paled ah shit this day really was not going the way he would like. But it felt so natural to be around the Kistune like this it almost felt as if he knew him in another lifetime. Izou chuckled as he poured two cups of his finest green tea handing it to Thatch “Here drink before you say something stupid,“ He raised an eyebrow but took it, sipping it, his lips puckering. Oh that was bitter he forced a smile “It’s delicious thank you,“ Thatch forced himself to get out just barely able to. Izou’s lips curled up  “You don’t have to lie to appease me, green tea is not for everyone,“ Thatch relaxed “I was not trying to be insulting the taste is good but it’s not my thing:” Izou leaned back “So tell me why did you want to meet me was it because of the rumors of my beauty or something more>“ “Truthfully I wanted a friend, I have none here, sure there is the giant man, but he sees me more as a son, rather than a friend,” Thatch remarked with a fond expression on his face. “Ah whitebeard tends to be that way, you want to be friends? My answer is no,” Izou said as he took a sip out of his teacup. Thatch’s chocolate brown eyes went wide “Huh?! Why not?!” He exclaimed in complete and utter shock. Izou snorted “As ifI would be friends with someone who fell into my pond and scared my poor koi fish, you lack elegance, “ Instead of being turned away Thach grinned wider “ I will make you be my friend, you'll have to admit it.” “Fine then will give you one year to make me admit to being your friend,” “Challenge accepted! And just know I plan to win.” 

#izou #one piece izou #thatch #thatch one piece #ann #kitsune #nympth #fanasty au #izouxthatch #wb #Whitebeard pirates #op

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Nightwish's Floor Jansen: 10 records that changed my life

Eurythmics - Touch (1983)

"Growing up, my parents used to listen to Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurythmics, so that’s how I got in touch with it. Of course, Annie Lennox has a very distinctive voice and that was one of the first things I really started singing along to, so in that sense it’s a part of my own musical development.

Throughout the years I’ve started to appreciate her as a songwriter more and more. These are very old songs, and yet everybody still knows them – they’re timeless. They’ve been covered to bits, and unfortunately the covers usually aren’t better, but it says something about how good this song is and how timeless it is."

Alanis Morisette - Jagged Little Pill (1995)

"Like Annie Lennox, Alanis Morissette formed me and my interest in singing. I was about thirteen when I first heard You Oughta Know. She has her heart on her tongue and she always puts it right there as she means it; it’s very to the point.

The funny thing is now she’s been part of a little film about highly sensitive people [Sensitive: The Untold Story]. She’s in there, talking about the combination of being a highly sensitive person and an artist and of course, as an artist and a highly sensitive woman, I could really identify myself in her stories and reconnect with her at a much later age, in a sense. She came back into my life through that."

Roxette - It Must Have Been Love (single, 1990)

"It Must Have Been Love by Roxette is great sing-a-long music. It’s pretty uncomplicated, super Swedish, very well-written, very well-performed, and one that I just sang and sang! This was also played a lot in the car – you’d have to ask my mum and dad what those journeys were like, my sister and I sang their ears bloody [laughs]! It’s definitely true that the Swedes are great songwriters. It was hard to choose just one song, but this one is as good as any from that time, I think."

The Gathering - Mandylion (1995)

"I first heard The Gathering on the radio. I was listening to a lot of grunge and rock but not much metal yet; that came with Pantera and Machine Head, bands that I really liked, but nothing with a female voice that could really work for me.

There were some female singers, but they were all high and operatic, and I was missing that power – until I heard The Gathering. Strange Machines  just did it for me. That was the first step for me in thinking, I wanna sing in a metal band too! Anneke [van Giersbergen] is opening a few of my solo shows for me this year."

Skunk Anansie - Paranoid And Sunburnt (1995)

"When Weak by Skunk Anansie came out, everything about them was revolutionary. Skin was Black, bald, and gay, a lot of things that people have issues with, but the way she kicked against that – 'I am the way I am and if you don’t like it, too bad for you' – that in itself was so inspiring for a young girl growing up.

But what she did with her voice, those long howls and the effortless highs, that was right up my alley. Back in the day I played that album, Paranoid & Sunburnt, until it was just threads."

Halestorm - The Strange Case Of... (2012)

"I’m not sure exactly how I stumbled upon I Miss The Misery, but that was the first thing I heard from Halestorm. The first thing Lzzy Hale does in the song is this howl, and she really got me on the first note – that’s rare. I was like, “okay, damn!” It’s very American-produced and that hook of “whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh” is pretty cheesy, but it totally works!

I’ve seen her live and all I can think is, how on Earth does your voice survive? She screams and kicks and grunts and everything she does is super cool. Lzzy is a powerhouse, she stands for being feminine in a man’s world and describing her feelings quite to the point in her lyrics."

Evergrey - A Heartless Portrait (The Orphean Testament) (2022)

"Every day on tour in Europe with Nightwish I’ve played Midwinter Calls by Evergrey when I’m putting on make-up. I started listening to them in their early years, when they were still full-on prog.

But what I really appreciate is how every album has something different, how they as a band and Tom [Englund] as a singer-songwriter keep evolving. He has a lot of pop influences in how he sings, and soul and jazz. The common thread throughout this list is singers – you can write great songs, but if the singer doesn’t work for me, I probably won’t last throughout the song just because I can’t get over a voice that I can’t appreciate."

Symphony X - Underworld (2015)

"Without You by Symphony X is a very emotional song, but it’s a great example of what I really appreciate about Russell Allen, which is that he manages to be the glue in a prog song that can otherwise be incredibly complex, by making melodies that are followable and even catchy, and that has made it for me.

That’s why I can listen to Symphony X. He has this full-bodied rocky sound, and his biggest virtue as far as I’m concerned is that he can sing from his heart. You can hear that he means it. I’ve learned a lot from him, he gave me some really wise lessons that I will never forget: that even in stage performance, you can’t always just give everything away. Build it up."

Sam Ryder - There's Nothing But Space, Man! (2022)

"Sam Ryder has an amazing voice, it’s quite diverse: he can go from almost Queen-like singing, to very poppy, to something more like Muse. What inspires me about him is that he’s a self-made man in the modern days, singing his head off on the Internet for God knows how long without anything really happening for him until he was just lifted up and thrown into the world, and seemingly just being the same guy throughout it all, you know?

I hope he can stay himself throughout the whole pressure that’s on his shoulders, as it is right now. I hope he survives the madness of that."

Queen - Innuendo (1991)

"If you make a playlist where singers are your common thread, you can’t really make one without Freddie Mercury. It’s hard to choose one Queen song, but The Show Must Go On is one that we once covered with After Forever.

Speaking about singing from the heart, his vocal interpretation is still one of the best that has ever been. That’s not something you can learn, it’s just something you have – something that he had. This song stands for pushing through even when things are shit, and that sentence often goes through my head when I’m thinking that I don’t know if I can do this: the show must go on.

It’s empowering. It’s so beautiful. It’s an emotional rollercoaster, as music should be. That’s the beauty of writing. If I didn’t have the list I’ve just presented to inspire me, where would I be? I’m very grateful there are so many that went before me.

#Floor Jansen #2023 interviews

[theoncomingdoo-dah]

Episode 1.4 Aliens of London

so no one cares but I started watching breaking bad today. I have never seen it so this is my first exposure. it's really damn good so far.

ANYWAYS I remember really liking this episode! Let's go!

Nine just cheesing when Rose is walking off to see her mum.

Also the music starts off so sentimental to just distort and waver down when the 'missing' poster is in shot

And the PANIK in Nines face when he sees the poster.

Also love the face when he says "not 12 hours, it's 12 months. Sorry.' like whoopsie!

BAD WOLF MENTIONED (Like BIG TIME ITS THERE ON THE TARDIS)

Jackie is such a mom. That is a compliment. She's written so believably, like yeah, my mom would go off on me like that too. Holy shit.

And poor Nine. He's just standing there. Soooo awkward. He really just can't do domestics.

The utter offense Rose and Nine get when the officer asks if what's between them is a sexual thing. Not yet dude, they're still figuring things out.

"How old are you then? 40? 45?" Nines face like nope, not even

"STITCH THIS MATE" we stan Jackie Tyler in this house.

Rose's face during this whole thing...she's been here before. Absolutely.

Any scene with Rose and Jackie hits me hard because it reminds me of me and my mom. I'm an only child, just like Rose. I'm my moms baby. At one point, it was just me and her. And honestly I could see my mom acting just like Jackie does in this situation.

"I don't do families." Sure, Jan.

Remember when I said Nine and Rose can't stay mad at each other? Stays true in this interaction. Rose goes from saying "You're so useless..." to Nine to laughing at his jokes.

"Your face!" "It hurts!" "You're so gay!" Just, them. Being them. I love them.

Of course the spaceship hits Big Ben. This is Doctor Who after all.

FANTASTIC

"I'm so glad we got you." 🙄

Another scene that puts Nine waaaaay out of his element. Back at the Tyler's flat with all their friends. He just looks so uncomfortable.

and where's he's wrestling the remote away from the little boy pffft

HARRIET JONES THERE SHE IS

Yes the fart jokes are terrible but I'm also a child and I think they're great and the fact that they actually give a reason for why it happens is pretty great and makes it even funnier

tbh I'd take fart jokes over awkwardly written innuendo any day

"It's just a bit human in there for me." He doesn't even sound disgusted when he speaks, more unnerved? Stressed? Aww.

And the utter JOY he has over the human race actually evolving and changing is wonderful! the fact that he doesn't want to interfere because he wants it to happen naturally!

"TARDIS key." more like "We're moving in together. My home is now your home." Everytime it happens, it's wonderful.

Rose looks all giddy with the key in her hand. 🥹

ELLO E.T

"DOCTAAAAAAAH-!" *CRASH!*

"Damn, you've seen through my cunning plan." The fucking delivery of this line xD

NINE SHUSHING THE SCREWDRIVER. it's such a small scene but I freaking love it

Then walking in on the soliders and smiling at their pointed guns. sirrrrrr

BUT THEN FOLLOW HIM WHEN HE SOUNDS LIKE HE KNOWS WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT

The genuine hurt when they shoot the pig alien. God I love nine. 🥺

"I'm shaking my BOOTY." It's so cheesy and stupid I love it

Seriously, The Slitheen are great. Goofy mother fuckers but when it comes down to brass tacks they are ruthless and terrifying. Those are the best kind of DW baddies.

Honestly, Mickey is justified in how he feels. Accused over and over of killing your girlfriend.

"He's not my boyfriend, Mickey! He's better than that. He's much more important." Yeah I'm completely normal about this line.

"Ricky"

"Think you know your own name, how stupid are you?" NINE CHILL

He's honestly such a twit to Mickey but it's too funny I'm sorry

God you can just see the cracks in Mickey and Rose's relationship. And they weren't caused by the Doctor. They were always there. :(

"I had a wife, mistress and a young farmer." "God I was busy." Jesus Christ.

eeeeyyyy it's UNIT.

"Take me to your leader!"

And then the car ride banter. And him waving at the press!! Sir I just love you so much

"Lloyd George used to drink me under the table." See this is funny because the Doctor really doesn't drink. At all. Each time they've tasted alcohol it makes them gag.

AND HOW INSISTENT HE IS THAT ROSE STAYS WITH HIM GAAAAAH

Look at Rose being all capable without the Doctor around! Looking around for alien technology with Harriet! She's so amazing I love her

"Excuse me, you mind not farting while I'm saving the world?" Iconic.

Maybe I'm immune to bad CG because this isn't even that terrible?

ngl though these costumes are pretty damn sweet.

Conclusion:

Yeah this episode is still a banger. still a big fan of the Slitheen. not my favorite alien in DW (that would probably be the Ood. I miss the Ood...)

I'll be watching WW3 tomorrow probably. Night!

#the doctor shitposts #dw #the fantastic dw rewatch and so on

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Izuku walked closer to the front bar, which caused the brunette to raise his eyes and a smirk quickly forming on his lips. “Well, it's about time! I was starting to get worried that something happened to that pretty face.”

At this point, he was quite used to Rody's smooth talking. And even though some stuff still got his heart pounding, most of it he was able to brush off with a chuckle. “Hello to you too, Rody. I'm assuming you want the usual?”

With a wink, the young man leaned back against his chair. “You know me well, Zu.”

As Izuku chuckled and proceeded to prepare the drink, he could've never forseen what the man in front of him was going through, and how the grenette would be the one to save him.

Call me Santa, cause here I come in my sleight delivering SS event fics left and right! This time bringing you something for the BNHA DekuBowl Secret Santa~

This fic goes to Giulia, who gave me a very interesting prompt revolving around a pub, and with me being stuck in RodyDeku hell atm, I just couldn't pass this up 🤭

“Oh Izuku~ Your boyfriend is here again!”

As soon as those words left Sero Hanta's lips, Izuku Midoriya could only sigh in annoyance as he finished arranging the set of shot glasses back into the cupboard without even sparing his co-worker a glance. “He's not my boyfriend, Sero. You know that.”

“But you want him to be, don't you?” The raven-haired man walked further into the back as he bumped shoulders with Izuku, giving him a wink while doing so. “Didn't he ask you out last week?”

“He asked me if I was doing something after work. I told him I was studying for finals and he left it at that.” As much as he was trying to keep his voice as calm and collected as possible, Izuku couldn't help but feel some warmth creep into his face as he recalled the memory. 

He started working part-time as a bartender a few months ago, all thanks to a recommendation from his friend, Shinso. He needed the extra money to help pay for his college tuition fees now that his mother had finally agreed to retire, much to her dismay and Izuku's relief. As a single mother, she always took care of him, even as an adult— but now it was his turn to take care of her. 

The first few weeks were the trickiest— everything from getting along with his new co-workers Sero and Ochako to learning his way around the pub. Thankfully, he was eventually able to master most of the skills required and felt confident enough to be serving drinks left and right to customers of all kinds. 

Which was about the same time when Rody Soul came into the picture. 

About three months into Izuku's new job, a young man with chestnut-brown hair walked into the building one night, demanding a shot of tequila and refusing to make eye contact with Shinso, who was on duty at the time. When the shots kept coming and the customer didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon, his friend eventually had to tap out and let Izuku take the shift. 

He would never forget the first thing that scraggly, mucky, stupidly handsome man had said to him. 

“Damn. Did I really drink myself to death and go to heaven, or are you just one hot devil?” He'd said with a straight face, eventually melting into a smirk. 

It was the stupidest and most cheesy pick-up line Izuku had ever heard in his life, and yet it made his face flare up almost instantly. The rest of the night was no better, as the stranger— who later introduced himself as Rody— continued his flirtatious ministrations as he made small talk with the grenette until it was time to close. The freckled young man figured that the brunette was simply drunk, and as such, tried to shrug off the night's endeavors. 

But to everyone's surprise, Rody Soul came back the following week, requesting to be served by none other than Izuku Midoriya himself. 

Ever since, the brunette had become a regular, coming every week for a dose of his favorite liquor of choice accompanied by his self-proclaimed “favorite bartender”.

“Oh! Deku's boyfriend came back? I thought he only dropped by on Tuesdays.” A female voice quickly brought Izuku back to reality as he found Ochako joining the duo in the back, peeking from a curtain to look at the various customers sitting at the front bar. 

This time, Izuku's face did visibly heat up at the girl's matter-of-fact comment. “Ochako, he's not my boyfriend!”

Turning to look at her distressed friend, the girl scratched at the back of her neck as she raised her hand in an attempted apology. “Right, right, sorry! Can't blame me for the way he treats you, though! Besides, you like guys like that and he's not ugly or anything so I figured-”

“Please 'chako, you're killing me here…”

“Ahhh! Sorry!”

“Hey!” A fourth voice chimed in, causing everyone to freeze in their spot and Izuku to sigh in relief. 

Shinso stood at the back room entrance with arms crossed and stared at the trio with furrowed eyebrows. Sero immediately began placing glasses into the cabinets like Izuku had been previously, while Ochako headed for a clean tray and a few bottles of whiskey before heading out to serve at the tables again. 

Looking over to the grenette, Shinso sighed and then gave him a small smile as he nodded to the door. “Your number one customer is waiting.”

A pout formed on his lips. “Not you too…”

Walking past his chuckling friend, Izuku straightened the tie around his suit and took a deep breath before finally arriving at the front. 

It was Friday, yet for some reason the pub wasn't as lively as it usually was. That didn't mean it was empty by any means, since Izuku could clearly see Ochako walking among multiple tables to take orders and place drinks. The front bar was relatively full— three to four people maximum. And among them, was the fluffy chestnut colored hair that the grenette had grown so familiar with. 

Rody seemed to be scrolling aimlessly through his phone, a neutral expression gracing his features as he tapped his fingers against the wooden surface in an attempt to keep himself distracted. Izuku found the sight quite endearing. 

As soon as he walked closer, the brunette raised his eyes and a smirk quickly formed on his lips as he pocketed the phone without a second thought. “Well, it's about time! I was starting to get worried that something happened to that pretty face.”

Izuku couldn't help but roll his eyes with a smile. At this point, he was quite used to Rody's smooth talking. And even though some stuff still got his heart pounding, most of it he was able to brush off with a chuckle. “Hello to you too, Rody. I'm assuming you want the usual?”

With a wink, the young man leaned back against his chair. “You know me well, Zu.”

Chuckling softly, Izuku nodded as he reached for a glass and began preparing Rody's signature drink: Sex On The Beach. Something fitting for his character, no doubt. As he rummaged for the ice, he began their usual small talk. “You came twice this week! What's the special occasion?”

Rody could be heard chuckling as his hands were placed on the wooden surface once more. “Looks like someone's keeping track of my visits. I'm quite flattered~ Unfortunately, it's nothing too exciting. My younger siblings are on a playdate with some friends so I'm free of babysitting duty today.”

Izuku began pouring the vodka and preparing the cranberry juice as he hummed in acknowledgement. “Oh right, you did say you had siblings. Roro and… Lulu? I didn't know you took care of them!”

After finishing the drink with a tiny umbrella, the grenette passed it over to the brunette who accepted it gratefully. “Haha, it's actually Roro and ‘Lala’, but you almost had it! And yeah, you know how it is when parents have their hands full. They like giving the eldest some extra responsibility, especially to make sure the young ones turn out okay…”

The way Rody's eyes darted to his drink while saying that made something stir inside of Izuku. He had never seen the brunette wear that expression before. It seemed like his family was quite important to him, which was actually something he could relate to. “I get that… It's… only been my mom and I for as long as I can remember. She took care of me all the way to college, and even then she wanted to keep helping me! I didn't let her, though.”

Rody's gaze rose from its position on the glass to look at the young man in front of him. “So that's why you're working at a dump like this…” 

As the grenette's eyes widened, Rody caught on to what he'd said and immediately waved his hands as a blush decorated his cheeks. It was… a cute display. “I-I didn't mean that in a bad way! I just always wondered what a guy like you was doing in a place like this when you're clearly real smart and stuff, but if it's for your mom…”

Izuku tried to spare the other of any further embarrassment as he trailed off, quickly filling in the momentary silence. “Yeah! I mean, my mom is retired now, and someone's gotta pay the bills. Plus this place isn't really that bad, actually.”

After hearing that, the brunette seemed to quickly regain his footing as best as he could, showing the other man a grin that could rival the sun itself. “Well… I for one am grateful, since thanks to that I got to meet you.”

It was Izuku's turn to have his cheeks lit aflame at the nonchalant comment. No matter how many guys he met on the job everyday, there was always something about Rody Soul that made him want to come back for more. “W-Well, I-”

“Deku! I need some more vodka, please!”

Both men were startled and brought back to their senses as Ochako appeared out of nowhere, holding an empty tray with a pleading look in her eyes as she leaned against the counter. Izuku tried to act normally as he rummaged through the cabinets and handed his co-worker the desired bottles, but the moment was definitely ruined. 

“Deku?” Rody questioned with his usual snarky attitude back in full swing. 

Izuku blushed once more as he turned to look at the shot glasses he'd have to wash later. “It's a nickname. Ochako came up with it, but it's honestly not something I get called outside of work.”

“Well I think it's rather cute. It suits you.” A buzz suddenly came from Rody's pants, which caused him to reach for his phone and check. He widened his eyes slightly, and quickly leaned forward and took a hold of one of the foam cups Izuku had on display for drinks to-go. He poured his untouched drink inside and began rummaging through his wallet. 

Placing the money on the counter, Rody stood from his chair and winked at the freckled bartender as usual. “I'd love to stay longer, but I think now is a good time to go pick up those little rascals. Same time next week?”

Izuku couldn't help but gulp as he nodded and smiled shyly. His throat felt like he hadn't had a drop of water in days. “Y-Yeah! Come back anytime!”

Before taking his leave, Rody's expression softened once more with a small smile. “Hope everything went well with your tests last week.” Without waiting for a response, the young man walked out the door, leaving a flustered bartender behind. 

“He remembered that?” Izuku couldn't stop the warm fuzzy feeling spreading on his chest full force, and he had to do everything in his power to try and not let it show as more customers began asking for their refills. 

Oh, that guy was going to be the death of him someday. 

“See you tomorrow, Deku!”

“See you! Stay safe!”

Ochako was the last one to leave the building once they set the ‘Closed!’ sign outside the front door. As per usual protocol, she waited with Izuku until he gathered his belongings and only left until he was ready to turn off the lights and close up shop. As he finally grabbed his duffel bag, the freckled young man went to grab the locks for the door as he'd done many times before.  

The neighborhood around the bar wasn't necessarily the safest, but there were definitely worse places to be at in the middle of the night, so Izuku never felt intimidated when it was his turn to close. Once he stepped foot outside, the stillness of midnight was rather soothing as all that could be heard was the clicking of the locks as they were snapped shut. 

Or at least that's how it should've been, until the grenette was startled by a sudden crash. He instinctively turned towards the sound— it came from an alley on his right. 

Around these parts, robbery and assaults weren't necessarily common, which was why the noises were quite alarming for the boy to hear. His first thoughts immediately went to Ochako, as she had left not so long ago and he couldn't recall if she had someone picking her up that night. 

Swiftly yet quietly, the grenette ran into the alley and hid behind one of the dumpster containers as soon as he heard the crashing again, this time clearly the sound of someone being smashed against a wall. 

As Izuku dared to peek around the corner, his body froze instantly. 

It wasn't Ochako. 

It was Rody.

The unmistakable chestnut hair that was usually tied in a ponytail was now disheveled, loose and wild as the rest of his clothing, and was that blood on his shirt? His expression was the worst part— eyes wide as saucers as he held onto the hand that had him pinned by the neck since he was most likely being refrained from getting any oxygen. 

The hand in question belonged to a tall buff man, appearing to be in his late 30's. Everything about him sent red flags, and Izuku's fear was confirmed as soon as the stranger spoke. “I'm gonna ask you again, Soul. Where's the money?”

Rody shifted around the man's loosened grip, giving him a nervous grin. It was only then that Izuku noticed the blood dripping from his forehead. “I-I already told you. I have it in my apartment! If you just let me get there, I'll bring it back to the place we agreed on!”

The buff man scoffed in annoyance. “You really think I'm that stupid? I'm not letting your weasel ass go anywhere without showing me something. The boss is tired of waiting, and you know what he's like when he gets angry…”

“I totally get it, I've kept him waiting, I know! If you want, there's some cash in my wallet. Back pocket. You can have it as my fee for being late.” Rody spoke rapidly as he turned his gaze downwards toward his pants. 

Izuku kept his grip steady on the dumpster as he contemplated what to do. Should he call the police? Would they even make it in time? He didn't even know what was going to happen! 

The stranger did as Rody said, and felt up for the cheap leather wallet in the brunette's back pocket. As he opened it and counted the inside, his face twisted in anger once more. That wasn't good. “You think this is a fucking joke? This doesn't even cover your interest rate!”

As the wallet was thrown to the ground with the few bills inside flying away, the grip on the young man was tightened yet again. “I don't think I'm making myself clear enough. If you don't give me what I want, I'll have to go to the boss. If I have to go to the boss, then he'll find a way to make you pay. You have little ones at home, dont'cha? I'm sure they would fit nicely with the other rejects in his penthouse…”

The moment he said those words, Rody's eyes went dark as he placed both hands against the man's arm and twisted as hard as he could, making him cry in pain and release him. The brunette could barely stand— legs wobbling like jelly and balance completely thrown off— but his gaze was unwavering as he growled. “If you lay a finger on them, I'll fucking kill you...”

A moment of silence passed, until the tall man started laughing as he massaged his assaulted arm slightly. “You've got guts kid, I'll give you that! Maybe that's why the boss has been so lenient with you.”

After that however, his body moved quickly as he landed a punch against the young man's stomach, knocking him down into the ground with more blood dripping from his lips as he coughed. Izuku griped against the fabric of his shirt and clenched his teeth at the sight. 

Picking Rody up from the collar of his shirt like a ragdoll, the man smirked up at him. “It's a real shame I'm making sure to get those brats myself! And trust me that I'll be taking my sweet time. Who knows? Might even have a little fun while I'm at it.”

Something in Izuku snapped. His legs moved on his own as he left the safety of his hiding spot and made himself visible while approaching the two individuals. “Hey!”

Both men were startled by the sudden new voice. Rody's eyes widened slightly as he let out a small gasp, while the buff man only raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “Well what do we have here? More rats in this neighborhood than I thought. Beat it, kid! We're in the middle of some business here!”

Izuku didn't back off, but instead came closer and held an unwavering gaze. “Let him go.”

“D-Deku… D-Don't…” Rody's voice came out raspy has he silently pleaded for the grenette to back off, but the other man was already intrigued. 

“Oh, I'm sorry! Is he a friend of yours? Well in that case, you probably know about all the stuff this little street rat has done to me and my employer. Just setting the record straight, so I'd advise you to keep moving while I'm still feeling nice…” The man's grip tightened around Rody's neck, which caused Izuku to act on his own again. 

Walking backwards, he swiftly used his momentum to land a punch between the taller man's collar bone and ribs, effectively knocking the wind out of him and making him release Rody on the spot. “I don't know and frankly do not care what he did or why you're doing this. All I know is that you're assaulting a beaten up man and threatening to kidnap children. So if anyone should back off, it's you before I call the police.” 

Breathing heavily, the man looked up and huffed out with anger returning full force. “You little shit!”

As he ran towards the young man, Izuku was ready for him. He ducked as a punch headed his way, causing the man to lose footing and giving the grenette a small window of opportunity to run behind and sweep under his legs. The man didn't fall, but instead turned and threw another jab which landed on Izuku's shoulder, causing the freckled boy to grunt slightly. 

Feeling confident from landing a blow, he tried grabbing at his neck, but Izuku was sharper as he stopped the palm with both hands and immediately kicked him in his lower abdomen, causing the man to cry out in pain and hold onto his unborn children. 

Using as much strength as he could muster, the grenette threw himself against the man's face using his elbow as a weapon against the guy's nose, effectively causing him to crash against one of the dumpsters causing it to fall forward and knock the wind out of him again. 

As soon as the guy's head hit the sharp metal, his whole body fell limp and unmoving to the floor. He was unconscious. 

Silence settled into the darkness once more with only Izuku's heavy breathing resounding against the cool chilly air. 

Turning to his right, Rody was staring wide eyed, more blood dripping onto his shirt, causing the bartender to snap back into reality and run towards him. “Rody! Are you okay?!”

“Y-Yeah…” The brunette's gaze remained on the freckled man as he ran towards him and held onto him for dear life, examining all of his wounds carefully. “I… You… You shouldn't-”

“It's alright. You're alright now. Let's get you patched up. We don't know when that guy's gonna get up again.” Izuku dismissed him immediately and began holding his torso to try and get him to a standing position. 

He pretended not to see the way Rody's eyes were building up with tears as they made their way to the bar. 

“Ouch!”

“It'll be quicker if you hold still…”

Izuku quickly opened up the bar again and went for the first aid kit as soon as he left the young man to rest in one of their lounge sofas in the employee's back room. 

He'd managed to stop the bleeding on his forehead, which was thankfully only caused by some scratches and bruising. The rest of his body was now being washed in all the antiseptic alcohol the grenette could find, as he tried to make sure none of the wounds would get infected. 

They'd been silent for the most part—only talking when Izuku asked for Rody to move a certain way to clean him up better— and the bartender would've thought they'd stay that way all night until the brunette finally spoke. “Why aren't you asking me anything?”

“It's none of my business. It would be rude to ask.” Izuku tried to keep his voice at a normal level. He hadn't lied back in the alley. He could care less about whatever Rody might be involved in, since he knew deep down that he was a good person and most likely had his own reasons. 

“If it wasn't your business, you wouldn't have stepped in.” Rody retorted dryly. 

“I couldn't just leave an innocent person to get beat up like that!” Izuku replied as he went to grab another cotton swab since the one he was using was now all bloodied up. 

“‘Innocent’, huh? Well, I'm kinda glad you still see me like that…” The brunette kept his voice above a whisper, and Izuku could only frown in disapproval. 

“Rody. Whatever you're involved in, I'm sure-”

“I lied!”

The sudden shout caught the grenette off-guard, which Rody noticed, causing him to lower his head in a silent apology. “I lied. Partially. Roro and Lala are at a sleepover with a friend. I asked if they could stay there tonight because I got a text from that guy outside, asking for his money. I knew he'd come for me, so I didn't want him following me home…”

Now the pieces were starting to line up. That was probably why Rody had decided to come to the bar that night. As a way to lure the man to a different location away from his siblings without putting them in harm's way. Izuku stopped cleaning the wounds to look at the man. “You did it for a good reason. If it weren't for that, they might have been caught in some real trouble…”

Rody scoffed as he turned to face his savior. “If I hadn't done anything stupid, I wouldn't have to be worrying over them like this! I borrowed money from dangerous peeps by getting on their boss' good side, but with the little money I make back, it ends up being more than I can give back…”

“Loan sharks?” Izuku questioned curiously. 

Rody nodded. “I never meant for it to happen. But I had to find a way to bring food to the table for them and I…I just couldn't do it alone. Not all of us were blessed with supporting parents. Some just leave you to fend for yourself, and it sucks.”

Izuku looked down at his hands and contemplated the information given to him. He knew how it felt to have one parent abandon him, but never both. That was something he could never imagine happening to him, yet it was Rody's reality as he had to take care of both himself and his younger siblings. 

And that immediately made it clear to Izuku that the brunette had done nothing wrong. 

“You're trying your best, Rody. Sometimes our best isn't enough, and we do things we aren't proud of. But I can guarantee that Roro and Lala would still see you as their hero, even if you told them what you did. Because you're the one who's kept them going all this time…” The grenette replied almost automatically as he knew everything in that statement was true. 

Rody stared wide eyed for a moment, but quickly turned elsewhere as pink dusted his cheeks. “Y-Yeah well, thanks I guess. Not like I would ever tell them, though. They'd try and fight the guy off themselves with nothing but their bare hands, hehe…” The brunette chuckled softly, causing Izuku to smile too. 

“You know... I know it's not much, but… I could talk to my friend and recommend you for a job here. I think we're in need of another waiter. Poor Ochako has to do it all by herself and sometimes she can get a little mixed up with the orders.” Izuku chuckled as he recalled some instances where some angry customers would complain about their drinks getting mixed up and a flustered Ochako in the middle. 

“You'd do that?” Rody looked perplexed by the offer, to which the bartender merely looked sideways as he replied. “Don't get me wrong, the pay isn't great. But it's a start… right?”

Rody stayed silent for a moment, but quickly smirked as he tried leaning against the chair he was in like he normally would. “I'll consider it. Although if I'm gonna be working with you, I'm not sure if I could concentrate.”

Izuku rolled his eyes as he went back to cleaning up the young man's wounds. “Good to have you back, Rody Soul.”

“Speaking of which, when did you learn to fight like a freaking ninja?! What even was all of that?” Rody tried to keep the momentum going as he brought up the fight from earlier. 

The grenette sighed as he brought out some gauze to wrap around the brunette's torso. “I got beat up a lot when I was a kid. So, I ended up getting some self-defense lessons during high school. I'm glad they finally paid off.” 

“Well, it was ridiculously sexy, I'll tell you that.” Rody wiggled his eyebrows while grunting from the occasional jab of pain. 

“Hahaha! Come on Rody, you don't have to keep the act even while you're bleeding out in my co-worker's break room.” Izuku said nonchalantly. 

This however, brought some confusion to the brunette's eyes. “What act?”

Izuku's eyes widened slightly, but he returned to his ministrations trying not to let it show. “You flirting with me. Don't you get tired of it?”

Now it was Rody's turn to avert his gaze as he started shifting in his seat, squirming slightly under the other boy's eyes. “Yeah um… I'm pretty sure I come off as just a playboy to you, huh? Also why would a smartl guy like you go out with someone like me? Pretty dumb if you ask me.”

“What? Wait, I never said that. If anything, why would you wanna go out with someone like me?” Izuku finished the wrapping and stared at Rody with incredulous eyes. 

Rody blinked once. “Because you're cute, funny and easy to talk to? What's your excuse?” 

Izuku blinked twice. “Because you're hot, funny and a nice guy?”

One second. 

Then two. 

Finally three went by before the duo's face flared up and leaned close to each other. 

“You're saying you'd go out with me?!”

“You're saying you'd go out with me?!”

As the question left their lips, another blush crept across their cheeks, quickly followed by bursts of laughter. 

With a soft smile, Rody wiped the tears from his eyes as the chuckle died down. “To know all I had to do was ask. Today was supposed to be the worst day of my life and I somehow ended up with a new job and boyfriend all at once.”

Izuku returned the smile, until the realization hit him. “So, we're dating?”

Rody merely smirked in response. “Only one way to find out.”

They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, slowly inching forward until their fingers interlocked, quickly followed by their lips. 

As the kiss deepened, all Izuku could think about was how he was going to explain to everyone the next day that he now had both a new employee and a new boyfriend all in the same person. 

Well, that was something future Izuku could worry about. 

Present Izuku had his hands quite full already. 

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[spade-of-hearts]

Star crossed lovers chapter one

According to the rumors deep in the vast forest of nymphs and other creatures that walked around the land.There was a lonely kitsune who had everything life had to offer.  He had everything he could ever want, everything that was but a lover.  Across the years he had found men who wanted to appease him by offering their bodies and souls laid bare to him. But even that was not enough for him, humans all died so young and so much faster than he would have liked. The Kitsune ran his fingers through his black silky locks, sighing at the gifts left at his shrine once more. He had told humans time and time again that he did not require gifts or even food. His pointy ears twitched hearing the jingle of the totem around his shrine he had to alert him of anyone snooping around. Izou arched a thin black eyebrow as he stepped out of his shrine, shoes clacked as he turned the corner.  He had to suppress a gasp seeing what looked to be a Nymph. He had heard rumors of a garden Nymph getting into everyone’s offerings. “And who might you be?” He asked, voice lacking any amusement despite the curl of his red painted lips . The Nymph in question let out a loud yelp, tripping over his own feet and landing right into the koi pond. He sat up with a fish in his hair,  blew a strand out of his eyes . As he sat soaked with his white tunic sticking to his chest . He let out a loud laugh rubbing the back of his head. “Ah I'm not making a very good first impression am I? The name is Thatch, what’s your name?” Izou pinched the bridge of his nose.  “Izou is my name, you still haven't told me what you're doing snooping around my shrine. Thatch’s face tinted pink. “Ah I wanted to meet you but I heard you liked lava lilies so I was trying to place them with your offerings in hope you would come out.” “ If that was the case you could have just knocked on my shrine door, instead of looking like an utter fool” “ I do look pretty dumb huh? But I think it was worth it, you're much more extraordinary in person if I say so myself” . He said flashing a cheesy smile in the Kitsune's direction . Izou blinked before he felt his face turn red, damn him it was like he was trying to get him worked up on purpose . He could withstand human men; they were nothing but a means to an end but this man was different . Maybe it was due to the fact he was a creature like himself. “ Flattery will get you nowhere you know , you have to fix my flowers and pay for scaring my poor koi fish,” “O-oh sorry about that , I can replant the flowers but uh how can I make it up to you?” Izou sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes “ Well since you gave me such a headache . You may come to my shrine for a cup of tea and tell me why you wanted to see me so badly.” Thatch winced before his whole face lit up like the sun jumping out of the koi pond right over to him “ Really?!” “ Hold it, you may come once you are wearing something not so wet and flimsy , ring the bell when you come back.” Izou said as he turned on his heel walking back into his shrine the doors locking in place. Izou put his hand over his face. What was he even doing at this point? It's not like he could back off this now . He just hoped he would not regret this decision. He was only going to have a cup of tea with Thatch, that was all, so why was his heart racing. Like it once did when he had a new kitsune .                                             xx

Izou jolted hearing the bell ring of his shrine . He stood up opening the door to see that same garden Nymph from before . Thank the heavens he was wearing something that would not make Izou feel like he would explode . “It’s nice to see you can dress up,“ “I always dress to impress! “ Thatch countered with a arched eyebrow Izou shook his head “Just get in, I made the tea already, “ he said before pausing “what’s that in your hands?” Thatch let out a laugh “I like to cook so i asked your worshipers what foods you like so i made some onigiri, “ Izou could not help but to look surprised at that. A red tint matching his lipstick spread over his cheeks .“Is that so then it would be a waste to not give them at least a try,” He mused out loud with a sliver of a smile. “You won’t find anyone who can cook better than me, just so you know, “ Thatch said wiggling his brown brows at him getting in his face. Izou moved his hand pushing his face from his “Don’t get ahead of yourself there dumpling,” “Eh? Are you saying I'm chubby or something?” Thatch asked. “Mhm if the shoe fits.“ Thatch gasped pushing him over before he paled ah shit this day really was not going the way he would like. But it felt so natural to be around the Kistune like this it almost felt as if he knew him in another lifetime. Izou chuckled as he poured two cups of his finest green tea handing it to Thatch “Here drink before you say something stupid,“ He raised an eyebrow but took it, sipping it, his lips puckering. Oh that was bitter he forced a smile “It’s delicious thank you,“ Thatch forced himself to get out just barely able to. Izou’s lips curled up  “You don’t have to lie to appease me, green tea is not for everyone,“ Thatch relaxed “I was not trying to be insulting the taste is good but it’s not my thing:” Izou leaned back “So tell me why did you want to meet me was it because of the rumors of my beauty or something more>“ “Truthfully I wanted a friend, I have none here, sure there is the giant man, but he sees me more as a son, rather than a friend,” Thatch remarked with a fond expression on his face. “Ah whitebeard tends to be that way, you want to be friends? My answer is no,” Izou said as he took a sip out of his teacup. Thatch’s chocolate brown eyes went wide “Huh?! Why not?!” He exclaimed in complete and utter shock. Izou snorted “As if I would be friends with someone who fell into my pond and scared my poor koi fish, you lack elegance, “ Instead of being turned away Thach grinned wider “ I will make you be my friend, you'll have to admit it.” “Fine then will give you one year to make me admit to being your friend,” “Challenge accepted! And just know I plan to win.” 

#thatch one piece #izou one piece #deity worship #enemies to lovers #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew #whitebeard one piece

[sajaffery]

3...

i have to come up with a different proverb. maybe a new one. this is harder then i thought. but im really enjoying doing it. it feels like a wrting exercise. shit! it is a wrting exercise and i hate those. i absolutely hate them because they feel gimicky and unimaginative. but i came up with this on my own. so is it unimaginative? wait isnt there something called free association writing? is that what im doing right now? im not sure. i dont think youre allowed to think in that you’re just supposed to write and write and write and write. but how can you write without thinking? okay charger has been plugged back in and i can stop and think again. full disclosure by the way i am cheating to a certain extent because i keep editing every fifth mistake i make. im still leaving a lot in there to make this feel authentic. i felt like adding an emoticon there. cue self loathing. but no wait. old white men dont like emoticons do they? that good we like that. but young white girls do like emoticons. and justin bieber. dont know which way to turn now. lets move on. and i’m blank. i cant get justin bieber out of my head. good thing its not young white girls because that would be creepy. andd liable. is liable the right word. i want to google but i cant. new rule! no googling allowed. just train of…no no no. we cant use that either no trains allowed. old white men use trains. river of thoughts? cheesy. to similar to stream of consciousness, which isnt so bad because Virgina Woolf is a dead white woman. and i hate to love joyce. Love Dubliners. Love the idea of Ulysses, despite never getting past page 50 and not understanding what the hell happened in the forty or so pages i do read. except a young jesuit was or wasnt shaving. no word count either. new rule. im always checking word count to make myself feel good but we wont be doing that anymore. but i cant do this in the mornings anymore. not when i have to write. i mean seriously write because i would like to get published one day. read my name on the cover of a book. a hardback thak you very much because i do still love those (dead white men be damned) even if i dont particulalrly like paying for them. 15.99 for a book is ridiculous. especially when you can get it for 1p plus shipping costs in a few months time. i just cheated again. i deleted a whole paragraph i dint like anymore. its just felt repetitive like i was just telling you the same thing all over again in different word. filler. and we don’t like filler. its something EL James would use. i’m so glad EL James has become the by word for bad literature. she fully deserves it and im not just saying that because shes made a shit load of money. it does help though.it also helps that everyone seems to know who she is. James Patterson is equally shit, actually hes a different kind of shit. those alex cross books werent too bad to begin with. they certainly made good movies. anything with morgan freeman is a good movie. i hope if god does exist he does look like him. i wouldnt mind listening to him for all off eternity then. but then he started buying up unpublished manuscripts, polishing them up and printing them as his own with the real author getting a co-write. that fucking pisses me off. and he has the nerve to defend it by saying that he’s helping young unpublished authors. no you’re not asshole youre just printing money and using struggling authors just like every other arsehole looking to make a quick buck is. but you cant badmouth patterson because most nonreaders don’t know about him. but everybody knows EL James. god bless anal beads. okay im back. its the same day but i just posted this went downstairs to make some more green tea and came back up to add a little more to it. had two slices of chocolate cake too. i thought i was eating more because i was having a hard time writing but apparently i just like cake. and stuffing myself to point of explosion. edited slices and explpsion. there must be a way to switch off the squiggly lines that come up while im wrting this. typing. i’m only typing this.

[theharpermovieblog]

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2023

I re-watched Tommy (1975)

I fucking love the band The Who. I have since highschool. I also love director Ken Russel. I love pretty much every actor and musician in this movie, so I should love this movie. I haven't seen it in forever and it's time for a rewatch.

A Rock Opera about a young boy who goes blind deaf and dumb after he witnesses a murder, and then grows up to become a famous pinball champion and eventually a Messiah.

Rock Operas are no doubt difficult to create. An album that tells a story. And then to somehow make that into a film is a tall order. You have to entertain an audience and you're already ostracizing the people who don't like the musical part of musicals. And, you have to hope that the rest of the audience enjoys every song after song because it's important that they are following along with the story.

For me personally, Tommy isn't my favorite Who album by far. It's good and there are some amazing songs its just not my favorite. And maybe the same could be said of this movie and Ken Russell. I like it, but it's certainly not my favorite Ken Russell film, although it still has some great moments.

Russell's use of "weirdness" throughout a long with This version of the Who's songs can be overwhelming and muddy at times, but during the times it all comes together it's fucking fantastic. The song Christmas is a great moment in the film. Eric Clapton doing eyesight to the blind with the Who backing him up is great, despite Clapton having zero energy. Tina Turner turns shit out, being anything but low energy in her turn at Acid Queen, followed by Paul Nichols bringing life to Cousin Kevin. Elton John does a damn good version of Pinball Wizard. And, of course when Roger Daltrey starts singing, his voice is perfect. Best song for me is when Daltrey and Pete Townshend do Sally Simpson.

Ann Margret is crazy good in this movie and Oliver Reed is always his sweaty fantastic self. Knowing of his party hard friendship with Who drummer Keith Moon adds a little fun to think about what they got up to behind the scenes.

Is this a drug movie? By that I mean, is it a movie you should do drugs before watching. I mean, I'm not advocating drug use, but let's just say this would be better on drugs. I didn't do drugs and I wish I had chewed up a few mushrooms before diving on in. Not only is it a 1970's rock opera, which lends itself to drug use, it is so excessive in every way. Russell seems to have wanted to just go for it without any restrictions. It certainly ends up with some serious cheesiness, but that's part of the fun. From a sober point of view it can be a little tedious at times and you can certainly end up worn out by it all.

What I've always loved about The Who is their ability to give such a huge amount of energy to everything. Even the slow songs feel big and important and franticly grand. Ken Russell isn't a strange choice to bring The Who to the big screen with his visually stimulating images and insane style, but in bringing these things together, it might all be too much.

But, despite it's many failings this is certainly a classic of both music and film. It's a moment in time that bathes in it's era.

Overall, Tommy lands on the side of a decent movie, which is a spectacle that fans of film and Rock and Roll should see. But, may I recommend the album Quadrophenia if you know nothing about The Who. (That album also technically got a movie which is pretty great)

#tommy #the who #ken russell

[0dotexe]

Musings-22.Exe

As the year comes to a close I am left to reflect all that has happened throughout, of course at an ungodly hour. It was a difficult year to trying to deconstruct a lot of nonsense that I went through && was incorrectly taught only to realize the opposite was true instead.

Slowly, gradually, I am becoming more human than I was ever was allowed to be before. I have my husband to thank for that.

What is the point of writing this?

Contemplation is the soup of the overthinker. I have had a lot of time to think about things throughout my life. I won't get into exact details about what I have been through && what I have remembered. I am simply writing this to be able to collect my scattered thoughts.

I do feel a little sad that I was only able to really come to some of my own conclusions at the age of 27. "How embarrassing," I think to myself, while slowly realizing that my life didn't give me a choice in the matter. No matter how hard I think I could change things, I was set up to fail from the start.

I see people I once knew in my tangible life, back in my sickly small hometown, have their careers flourish, whilst I sit from the sidelines && can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Then I look at those who are struggling just as I && wish I could do something, anything, to help, but can't.

What can I even do when the only thing I can do well feels like it has become obsolete?

The world has made art feel obsolete (moreso than years prior, since the concept of a starving artist is nothing new), && as someone who was once so passionate about the craft that I did everything in my power to spite someone who died before I could show him I could do it, I feel passionless to continue. What doesn't help is that since graduation (in mid 2020, great timing as always, me) I have found myself at a brick wall. Hundreds, possibly even thousands of job applications ghosted or denied. While it is wise to not take the rejection personally, it's hard not to when it bears no fruit to begin with. Others make the process look easy, but for me, it is the tallest wall to hurdle over, && damnit I'm short.

I kick myself with regret quite often these days.

Don't even get me started on the myriad of flashbacks I had throughout the year. All either tragic, depressing, or just downright frustrating to wrap my head around. Times where the adults in my life needed to set an example, protect me, && they refused to do so. Expecting me to figure it all out at young ages. Expecting me to make sense of things that could not be explained. Expecting me to live in agony because a system denies help without proof. && for what? Valor? The *very much dead* American dream? The possibly to say "I got through this && ended up okay"? Because I damn sure didn't.

I will have to depend on others for the rest of my life, && it's their fault.

I would never wish this life on anyone. However, if someone is going through a life of turmoil at every turn, or is deconstructing that life years after the hurt has passed, know this. As cheesy as it sounds, there are others out there that understand your pain. The world owes you nothing, but you can still make a life fulfilling for yourself with at least one good friend on your side. If you need one, I can try my best to be one for you, so long as you're willing to put in the work. I cannot waste time with those who only need a fleshy punching bag to throw their trauma to && not care for the reverse to happen in kind. I've dealt with that enough in my life && am not tolerating it anymore.

For those who have read to the end, thank you. I know it was a lot to read.

I used to make read mores like this all the time when I first used tumblr back in the early 2010s. I'll try not to do them as often, but when I feel the need to write I'll do so. Tumblr has felt a lot more safe to me than twitter ever was, && I can only hope that feeling stays.

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#exe talkz #mucho texto #between the flashbacks and deconstruction of terrible ideas I've had a hard year #All I can wish for in the next one is survival #anything else that comes is a bonus

[somegirlsissues]

Hellloooo, I am back! :)

Where were we? :) Ah.. After the party night days passed.. We were spending time together, like everyday.. It was amazing, I was just thinking about him nothing else.. Then one day we went to the cinema with the all group.. I knew something is coming but I don't know what or how I felt it.. He was playing his phone during the movie I was like okey but maybe he is talking to someone else.. Then he gave his phone to me.. It was written "I want you to be in my life, I want to be your boyfriend.." Okey you can find it cheesy but we were young and unexperienced ahahah:) Anyway my reaction was more stupid I just read 5 times to understand, yes when I am nervous I am struggling to understand the things ahhahaha :) Then I just gave the phone back to him.. When the movie finished people asked me are you fine you look bad aahhahaha :) I was totaly shocked! Anyways it took me 1 month to respond him back, I was damn shy!!!! Until that moment we didn't talk anything about this..

One day we stayed in their house then we left.. Ofcourse anything happened because we were all together and anyone didn't know about anything.. Then after we left I realized I forgot my umbrella and it was heavily raining, I got back to their home. (I really forgot the umbrella btw :)))) He invited me to the home... I went inside we chatted 30 minutes I guess.. Then... He came close to me.. Then it was about to happen.. the moment I waited for loooong.. I was dreaming of.. He slowly came to me, hold my neck and he started to slowly kissing me.. I was thinking, okey, is this it? I was so excited for kissing.. But this is nothing big deal.. Then we started to passionately kiss each other.. After that I was on clouds.. We kissed almost all day, all day! You know the feeling, right?! When you start to kiss you just want to do it, anything else..

Then we started to date, we both were so happy.. We didn't see anyone else except each other.. It was a really tense, emotional and loyal relationship.. I was really wanting spend my all day every single minute with him.. I was only thinking about him.. And I am damn sure he was the same.. But you know it took me soo long for me to realize everything changes.. Anyways, I'll come to that point later..

We kept our relationship as a secret for 3-4 months.. Then he went an abroad education for 3 months.. I stopped eating, I was crying all nights.. Omg, I was such a teenage ahah :)

He came back and we told each other we won't go anywhere without each other..

But I told you time passes, everything changes.. Even feelings..

We were together 3 years, I wanted to go to the abroad for education.. He refused this.. You know, this is toxic.. But at that time I didn't know it is.. I just realized he is controlling my life.. He was a really jealous guy.. He loved to be in control.. I started to feel a bit I couldn't breathe.. Then I thought okey I won't go maybe later..

I was in my senior year at the college.. He changed the city for job.. He was older than me.. He moved out to my home town.. I was thinking the same.. then I graduated.. I got scholarship from a private University for master degree.. I moved out to my home town as well.. I was financially really struggling.. Omg.. those days.. I was really suffering.. Anyways.. Then I got an interview when I was studying and I failed because of the English test.. And I took it personally ahahha.. I immediately applied for Erasmus.. But let me put here this.. I was loving him still madly.. I just decided to do what I should do.. That's all.. But I never knew this process will change my life completely.. Ater that I never underestimate a trip.. A trip always change you.. Teach you something..

I told about this application to him, ofc we had a big discussion.. It was really bad.. However I left for Erasmus in the end.. I was leaving everything all alone for the first time in my entire life.. and it triggered something inside of me.. And that thing was hidden for a long time.. I just didn't know.. I started to have panick attacks.. Imagine, I couldn't stay alone at home, I wasn't able to sleep and eat.. I was sooo afraid being all alone in a completely different country.. I was so mad at myself as well.. I always wanted to have this.. and now what.. Why my body and mind react this way.. I was really feeling down, hating myself and life.. Only people can understand who struggle from this.. Really.. Because anyone didn't support me during this.. I was so weak for them.. During this time.. I also lost my grandad.. One week before I left for Erasmus. Damn..

I went to Erasmus, one of the most beautiful city in Europe.. I suffered.. I was afraid almost everyday, but I enjoyed a loooooot! I was feeloing sooo freee, I felt like I am breathing but was afraid too from myself from everything.. What a deadly combination.. After 1 month I started to be an a..hole to my boyfriend to my family.. I wasn't informing anyone.. I was just like a kid escaped from home.. Really.. I was just acting I don't have any responsibilities to anyone.. I am still feeling soo baad.. So guilty for all of these...

After 6 months.. I came back home.. With tears..