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[sugrhigh]

ALL YOURS - ( roomie!matt pt 5 )

summary- you and your roommate matt have been sleeping together for a minute now, but neither one of you wants to ask the other what it means. feelings come to fruition one night at a party and the dynamics of your relationship change once again.

warnings- nsfw content ahead people so read at ur own risk, swearing, drug/alcohol use, dom!matt kinda, unprotected sex, it’s straight up smut at the end so fr don’t read it if u don’t want to!

roomie!matt x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS TECHNICALLY PART 5 OF THE ROOMIE!MATT TEXT SERIES so if you haven’t read those you might be a bit confused. link to the master list is here.

strap in because it’s kinda long so i hope u guys love this final chapter as much as i do <3 inbox is always open xo

@sleepysturnss

rain patters against the windows mercilessly as the tv drones on, interrupted only by booming thunder every few minutes.

its late in the day now, and the cloud coverage makes it extra gloomy, even with interior lights on. not that this bothers you.

storms have always been a source of comfort in your eyes. something about them makes you feel safe, reminds you that the world is far bigger than whatever is worrying you.

“oh, i’ve been meaning to ask if you’re still seeing that guy. what’s his name again?” nick asks from beside you, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he slumps against the couch.

you’ve been sitting like this for hours together, rotting in his living room while it continues to pour outside.

“it’s luke, and no, i’m not talking to him anymore.” you reply, trying to sound as casual as possible.

he looks up at you now, clearly a bit shocked to be hearing this. “please tell me it’s not because of my bitch ass brother.”

you bark out a laugh before you can stop yourself, mostly due to the fact that it’s absolutely because of matt. just not for the reason he thinks.

“as if. it was my decision, don’t worry.”

this is only half true. you did cut the poor guy off, but only because matt had essentially instructed you to do so before you guys had sex for the first time a month ago.

and then you hooked up again. and again. and a couple more times after that. neither of you could stop coming back for more apparently.

none of your friends know yet. as much as you want to be honest with them, you haven’t really talked about the details of this little situation. you’re almost positive matt hasn’t been seeing anyone else, but you also haven’t outright asked.

and there’s no use telling everyone about something that might not even be real.

“what made you do that? was the sex bad? is he an asshole?” nick interrogates further, clicking his phone off so his full attention is on you.

you can’t tell if he’s suspicious or if you’re just genuinely paranoid, but you don’t like this line of questioning either way.

“no he’s fine, he just wasn’t doing it. and his breath always smelled for some reason.” you’re lying through your teeth, but his face morphs into an expression of disgust like he’s buying it.

“ew, major turn off.”

“you’re telling me.”

nick sighs and snuggles further into the cushions, resting his head on your shoulder as he stares at the tv.

“well for what it’s worth, i’m sorry it didn’t work out. but who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone sexy at nathan’s tomorrow.” he says.

“yeah, maybe.” you feed into the hypothetical, even though you know that won’t be happening.

at least not if matt sturniolo has a say in it.

-

your music is playing softly over the speaker as you get ready, perched in front of your vanity like a doll. you’ve just finished your makeup when you hear a singular tap on the door.

“can you hurry it up in here?” matt calls as he pushes it open slightly.

you find it funny that he’s always sure to knock, ever since he walked in on you naked that fateful afternoon. even though you’re literally sleeping together now, he makes it a point to not invade your privacy.

“can’t rush perfection, matthew.” you taunt him as you put your palette and brushes back in their rightful place.

he moves further into your room, walking over to stand behind you. he’s dressed up in jeans and that black muscle tee you love so much, tattoos on display as his hands go to knead your shoulders lightly.

“you do look amazing.” he compliments.

“likewise.” you reply before meeting his searing gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

he increases his pressure slightly, digging his fingers into your neck in a steady pattern. you already know what he’s angling at and he hasn’t even spoken.

“you know, we could just stay home.” matt suggests with a smirk.

“c’mon, we can’t keep ditching our friends. they’re gonna get suspicious at some point.” you shake your head and stand up, because the massage is starting to feel a little too good.

“nobody cared when we left early last time.”

you cross your arms over your chest and turn to give him a pointed look. “because you convinced them that i was sick.”

“so i’ll just tell them a different lie.” he shrugs.

“oh my god, i am going to this party with or without you, so you better make up your mind before the uber gets here.” you say over your shoulder, headed out of your room toward the stairs.

“such a brat.” he grumbles, but you hear him following you regardless.

“only for you.”

two hours later you’re standing in the middle of nathan’s living room, dancing along with the typical crowd. nick and madi are on either side of you, both bopping around drunkenly to the beat.

you’ve had three shitty drinks at this point and your head feels a bit fuzzy. you’re positive your cheeks are flushed, which is actually kind of nice.

matt was with you minutes earlier, but he’s ventured off to get another drink. it’s selfish that you miss him every second he’s not around.

it’s just nice having him by your side. sure, it was kind of casual at first, and you didn’t think it was going to develop so quickly. but now whatever is going on between you means a whole lot more.

you like when he asks you to spend the night in his room, or when he saves the last can of redbull for you so you don’t go to work without caffeine. you like that he’s been replacing the flowers he got you every time they start die, the way he insists on driving you places even if it’s out of his way.

you just like him, and it’s more than casual. at least it is to you, and you can’t imagine that at this point he doesn’t feel the same.

but you don’t want to be the one to try and put a label on it. quite frankly, it scares the shit out of you, and you’re still not drunk enough to keep thinking about it in the middle of this party.

you see chris a few feet away against the wall, beer in his hand as he chats animatedly with nathan. you know he has what you’re looking for, so you shout that you’ll be back and head their direction.

they both smile at you as you approach, almost perfectly in sync.

“what’s up!” chris leans down a bit so you can hear him better.

“do you still have that joint you mentioned earlier?” you ask into his ear.

he nods happily, and nathan shoots you both a questioning glance. by the looks of his sleepy eyes, he’s probably already crossed.

“we’re going to smoke!” you fill him in, motioning toward the front door.

nathan nods and tells you he’ll stay back, so the two of you shuffle your way out of the living room, trying to avoid bumping into as many people as possible.

you pass the kitchen, and as your eyes scan the people you spot matt huddled in the corner. he’s talking to a very obviously enthusiastic girl, one that you don’t recognize. your stomach drops at the sight of them, and you hate it.

he doesn’t see you, so you turn your head and keep following behind chris. he’ll stop talking to her soon. he’ll probably even come looking for you instead.

right?

the crowd thins as out by the door, and the two of your step out into the fresh air moments later. the street is relatively quiet, and once the door is shut the noise of the party is muffled. there’s nobody else outside, and you’re grateful.

the other townhouses stare at you as chris crosses the short driveway so he can hide underneath the tree in the yard. you follow his lead, watching as he fishes the lighter and joint out of his front pocket.

“keeping it handy, huh?” you joke.

“you caught me at the right time, i just packed it upstairs.” he smiles before putting it between his lips.

the flame burns the end as he takes a hit, exhaling up toward the sky. you pass it back and forth in silence, both enjoying the momentary break from socialization.

chris clears his throat a minute later, nudging at the grass with his toe absentmindedly. “so, i have a question to ask you.”

he looks over so he can hand the joint back, and your hands shake ever so slightly as you reach out to take it.

“yeah?”

“i think matt is seeing someone. do you know anything about that?” he asks bluntly.

you try to remain calm as you shake your head at him, though it seems impossible. you aren’t prepared for this at all.

“uh, no?”

chris smiles just a little bit, like he’s already got you right where he wants you. “so he doesn’t bring anyone over? it’s just the two of you?”

your narrow your eyes at him. “just ask what you want to ask.”

“are you guys together?”

there it is. you were expecting it this time, and it still makes your stomach flip.

“no. i mean, kind of? we’re not like, dating. we’re just…uh…hooking up.” you’re trying so hard to figure out how to put it that it sounds horrible.

he just laughs. “no you’re not. that kid is in love with you.”

your jaw drops slightly in surprise, and this only makes chris chuckle harder.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” you ask him once he finally calms down.

“i’ve seen how he’s acting lately. so fucking goofy, like he’s got his head in the clouds. he only ever gets all dopey like that when he really likes someone, and i kind of suspected it was you.”

it’s hard to find any words. there’s simply nothing on your brain, no coherent thought to be found. chris gives you a playful nudge.

“it’s okay, i won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. but i think you feel the same.” he makes a guess, and he’s very accurate.

you look away as you take your final hit, trying to decide how you want to respond. you exhale the smoke and pass the remainder of the joint back to him.

“okay, you got me. i do want it to be like, a real relationship. and i’ll talk to him about it soon, i promise. just please don’t tell anyone until i do.” you plead.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. you relax into him, and you have to admit you’re a bit relieved that at least somebody knows now.

“of course not. i’m here to support you both whenever you’re ready. everyone else will be too.”

“thank you. that makes me feel a lot better, seriously.” you say truthfully as he pulls away.

“good.” he nods in satisfaction, giving you a loopy grin.

“i’ve mooched enough, so i’m gonna go back inside, but thanks again. i owe you a blunt for the reality check.” you point a finger at him as you back up off of the grass.

“i’ll never turn that down.”

the high has taken over as you spin around to walk normally, and it’s nearly impossible to stop smiling. having confirmation that you’re not crazy for feeling the way that you do is wonderful.

you head back inside the house, almost positive that you’d find matt hanging out somewhere with your friends.

but as you pass the kitchen again, you spot him in the same place, leaned up against the end of the counter with a solo cup in hand. it seems like the girl is even closer than she was before.

your face falls immediately. it makes you angry that it’s been so long and he still hasn’t told her to get lost yet. if he wants to be all possessive over you, then you shouldn’t have to act so cool for him.

you’re certainly not feeling collected right now. and he deserves to know that.

you wedge your way around the people chatting and pouring themselves drinks without a second thought. matt sees you coming before you actually reach him, and he looks confused by your irritated expression.

you wrap your fingers around his arm wordlessly, right in the middle of the nameless girl’s sentence. he doesn’t put up a fight. in fact, he’s practically hot on your heels as you pull him back toward the hall.

“uh—hey! we were talking bitch!” she shouts after you.

“don’t care.” you don’t even give her the satisfaction of making eye contact.

there’s really no point. matt is trailing behind you like a puppy, and that’s all that matters. he clearly doesn’t want to be there any more than you want him to.

“what’s going on?” he asks as you maneuver around the outside of the crowded living room, making a beeline for the staircase.

it’s taped off to everyone except your group, in case of emergency.

this feels like one, considering you don’t even care if anyone sees you together. you don’t respond, you just let go of his hand and step over the thin barrier, glancing behind you to see if he’ll follow.

there’s a curious look in his eye, but he does the same.

you continue up the stairs, making sure he has the perfect view of your ass as you go. you can literally feel him staring, which only stokes the fire.

“are you taunting me right now?” matt asks as you reach the second floor.

this makes you pause, and you turn around so you can wrap your hand in his shirt. you yank him into the bathroom, slapping the light switch on with your free hand.

you close the door behind you, which suppresses the booming sound of nathan’s music playing through the speakers.

“what the hell is this?” you uncurl your fist and shove his chest to put some space between you.

his eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he regains his balance and sets his cup down on the counter. you realize you probably spilled some of it by dragging him around, but that’s not your main focus right now.

“what do you mean?”

“don’t you dare play dumb. you can’t stand it when anyone else even breathes near me, so why would you think that i would be okay watching you flirt with some random girl for fifteen minutes? you either want me or you fucking don’t, matt.” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

it’s shocking that you’re being this honest with him, but you’re faded and you’ve been pushed beyond your limit.

no use tip-toeing around it now.

“you think just because she came up to me that somehow means i don’t want you?” he asks, and there’s more of an edge to his tone now.

“how am i supposed to know? we haven’t talked about it, whatever this is.” you wave your hand back and forth between the two of you.

a look of understanding passes over his face. “oh, this is about labels, huh?”

this infuriates you more, because that’s not even the point you’re trying to make. he’s aggravatingly calm right now, like he’s so sure of himself.

“look, if you don’t want to be in a real relationship with me, then fine. i don’t care. but i’m not gonna keep exclusively sleeping with just you if that’s the case.”

matt is silent for a moment, eyes darting across your face. you can see him gazing at your lips, and it drives you crazy.

he takes one step forward, staring you down with those pretty blue eyes. even though your height different is relatively small, it still feels like he’s towering above you.

“are you really trying to tell me you wouldn’t care at all if i wanted to see other people?” he asks quietly.

his face is so close, and you breathe in his familiar smoky cologne. it’s dizzying, being this overwhelmingly attracted to someone.

“of course i’d be upset, but there’s not much i can do about it if you don’t feel the same.” your voice is hushed now too, and you wish you didn’t sound so weak.

matt cups your chin gently with one hand, forcing you to keep your focus on him. your heart is slamming against your ribcage now, begging for some kind of relief.

“i want to be with you so bad that it kills me.” he finally admits.

it’s your turn to be stunned, and you stay completely still as his thumb grazes over your bottom lip slowly.

“i had this whole thing planned, i was going to take you to a fancy little restaurant and ask you out like a gentleman. but you just couldn’t wait, could you?” his voice is husky, pupils blown out in lust.

“i…really?” you ask breathlessly.

“really. so what do you think? you wanna be mine?” he goads with a smirk, gripping your face a bit tighter.

it’s normally hard to swallow your pride, especially with matt, but you’re so vulnerable in this moment you can’t tell him anything besides the truth.

“i do.”

“good, because you already are.” he growls before closing the gap between you, lips crashing against yours.

he tastes sweet, like the soda he’s been mixing with vodka all night. it’s a pleasant mess of teeth and tongue as you deepen the kiss, passionate in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before.

his hands travel down to grab at your hips, pressing against you so your lower back bumps against the sink. you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling enough to elicit a groan.

it vibrates against your mouth, and you feel yourself throb just from that little noise alone. he’s normally not very vocal, but you bring it out of him.

matt’s hands slide up your body, finding their way under the hem of your sheer lace top. his cold rings press against your stomach as he slowly inches higher, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you let go of him, throwing your hands upwards so he can peel the shirt over your head.

“so fucking pretty, just for me.” matt praises as he tucks your hair behind your ear, attaching his lips to your neck seconds later.

you tilt your head back to give him a better angle, sighing in pleasure as he nips at the soft skin. one hand is feeling up your chest as his teeth dig into your collar, tongue sliding over the marks he’s leaving in an attempt to soothe the irritated areas.

you move your own fingers down between both of your bodies, ghosting them over the crotch of his jeans, palming him just a bit. his dick is already straining against your hand, and he hisses a string of curses into your shoulder.

“no more teasing tonight, i need you now.” he grumbles, already out of breath as his hands travel to undo the button of your pants.

you take the lead and slide them down yourself, tearing your thin panties off with them because you want him just as much. it doesn’t seem fair that you’re the only one exposed, so you tug his muscle tee upwards in desperation.

matt doesn’t protest, he just tosses it to the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. you let your fingers rake over his skin, down his abdomen and over his happy trail until your fingers meet the waistline of his jeans.

you glance up at him through your lashes as you unbuckle his belt, entirely naked now, and he swears he could finish just by looking at you.

the sensation of your hands skimming against his thighs as you drag his jeans and boxers to his ankles makes him twitch. nobody has ever turned him on the way you do, and it’s frightening how good you make him feel.

but you always enjoy everything just as much, because he’s the best dick you’ve ever had. perfect length, enough girth to stretch you out, and he knows exactly how to move to your liking. matt even keeps it trimmed nicely.

the tip glistens with precum, and you pull your hair back with one hand like you’re getting ready to put it in your mouth.

“no, stand back up baby.” he instructs, and the commanding note in his voice makes you push yourself off your knees, extending to your full height.

matt turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, one hand on your side and the other on your back as he forces you to bend at the waist. your forearms press flat against the cool marble counter, and the assertiveness of it all sends a jolt of excitement right to your core.

his palm comes down on the curve of your ass without warning, just hard enough to sting. you let out a whimper, arching your back more as you gaze at him through the reflection.

he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, smoothing his hand over the place he just hit. his eyes are so dark, so full of desire that it just solidifies the way you feel about him.

“you like that? you want me to be rough?” matt leans over you, cock pressed against you as he speaks into your ear.

“please.” you whine, shifting your hips to try and feel more of him, to feel anything.

he stops your movements immediately and smacks your ass again, this time on the opposite side. it makes you groan in delight, almost involuntarily.

“you’re gonna look at yourself while i fuck you, got it princess?” he says, backing up just a bit so he can take his dick into his own hand and pump a few times.

you nod as you feel him line himself up at your entrance, and you know that at this angle you’re perfectly on display for him.

he pushes himself inside of you in one fluid motion, and you gasp as his fingers squeeze your hip. matt doesn’t give you time to adjust to him like normal. instead he immediately starts to pick up speed, wrapping your hair in his free hand so you can’t look anywhere else besides in front of you.

your lips are parted as you moan, eyes fluttering at the stimulation. you can hear matt grunting behind you, a deliciously dirty sound.

“look at how pretty you are, taking me so well. all fucking mine.” he marvels, rocking your body against him even harder.

skin slaps together, and his pace is making your legs tremble. you can feel the party raging on underneath you, and it’s strangely even hotter in this setting.

“shit, you fill me up so good matt.” you tell him, catching his eyes for a second before he throws his head back.

“fuck.”

he’s hitting it so well, and you can feel yourself tightening around him with every stroke. it’s turning him into an even bigger mess.

“god, if you keep that up i’m not gonna last much longer.” he warns, bucking his hips into you at a slightly different angle.

you cry out at the new sensation, a guttural noise that you didn’t even know you could make.

“i’m so close, right there babe.”

matt listens perfectly, using the hand on your waist to guide you so that you bounce against his thighs in the same spot. you’re a whining mess, and you can’t keep looking in the mirror.

you feel the tears as your eyes screw shut. the fire in your stomach is growing, spreading throughout your whole body. he tugs your roots a little bit more.

“come all over my dick, pretty girl. it’s all yours.”

his words are what send you over the edge, and your body shudders as you feel yourself giving in to the high, releasing all over him.

“fuck, matt, stay inside.” you pant, and he groans loudly.

two more sloppy strokes and you feel him tense, filling you up as he finishes. matt lets go of your hair, dragging his fingers along your shoulders, you back. you look so fucked out, makeup smudged slightly under your eyes, and you both love it.

he pulls out slowly, giving you one last tiny pat on your ass.

you’ve both got stars in your eyes as you stand, and you can feel the wetness pool against your thighs. thank god you’re on birth control. this was a special occasion anyways.

you turn, and matt immediately pulls you in for a kiss. you smile slightly, because you can’t help it.

“come on, i need to get cleaned up.” you pull away slightly.

“fine.” he sighs, but he lets you go regardless.

you wipe yourself off with some toilet paper quickly and flush it while he redresses. you two have been missing for minute now.

you guess it doesn’t really matter. sure, you should probably be discrete about having sex around your friends. but you’re also together. officially.

“so, does this mean i can tell the other girls in your dms to fuck off?” you joke as you put your underwear back on, shimmying into your jeans next.

“you can honestly tell them whatever you want.” matt runs a hand through his hair, smiling at you like a fucking goofball.

you’re just situating your shirt into place when the door comes swinging open, revealing a very drunk nathan. you and matt freeze, completely unsure what to do.

his eyes go wide as he realizes what’s going on, mouth hanging open like he can’t believe it.

“woah. no fucking way”

#matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fanfic #roommate au #smut

[majimatime]

Do What You Want (Roman Roy x Reader)

A/N: I had the idea for this at like 2am right after the newest episode came out, and I finally put it into writing!! This is my first ever Succession fanfiction and of course it had to be about Roman, I adore him this season. (Also, a warning for weird business/power dynamics.)

You sit at a small desk in a poorly lit office in Waystar’s LA office building. There’s an email displayed on your laptop from Joy Palmer, an executive at Waystar’s film production company, and you’ve read it about fifty times now. One more scan won’t hurt.

‘Your CEO terminated my employment over lunch this afternoon. You will be hearing from my legal team shortly.’

As the head of entertainment coverage at ATN, you’ve worked pretty closely with Joy Palmer over the past couple years. Your department reviews all the films that flow through her production company, and you cover (and sometimes attend) the premieres of all their atrocious superhero movies. It’s a fruitful business relationship—that’s just been totally shattered.

You ball your hands into fists and rest your head against them, squeezing your eyes shut. Why the fuck hadn’t anyone told you that Roman was meeting with her? Why hadn’t Roman told you? This is just…dumb. It’s so, so dumb.

It’s not like Roman hasn’t come to you about business stuff before—you’re actually pretty close. When you were promoted to the head of entertainment coverage, you were sort of initiated into the inner circle—with the old guard, Tom, the kids, and Logan Roy himself. You were completely and utterly out of your element, attending board meetings, cross-country business deliberations, and all the other fancy shit that comes with the territory. Roman almost instantly latched himself onto you when you entered his sphere, making weird jokes at your expense and then watching attentively for your reaction with those big, expressive eyes. You found all his stupid comments pretty funny, and you liked the way he lit up when you laughed at them, and so a bond was created. Right now, though… He’s taken the stupid thing a bit too far.

Just as you’re about to look back up at your laptop and start drafting an extremely apologetic response, there’s a knock at the door. “Yeah?” you call.

“It’s your boss—open up,” comes a reply from one Roman Roy.

You exhale heavily as an exasperated, slightly amused grin stretches across your face. What exactly is he looking for, coming to you after he royally fucked your job? “Yeah, come in.”

Roman opens the door and steps inside, and Christ, does he look upset. You’re a little taken aback by this; you sort of expected him to be in good spirits, high off the power trip of firing a crucial member of the Waystar machine. In true Roman fashion, he forgoes the chair in front of your desk and sits on the small table across the room, swinging his legs lightly back and forth. “Ken told me where you were holed up,” he explains. His tone is casual enough, but he looks nauseous. “What the hell are you doing in this weird little shitty office anyways?”

You laugh a little, shutting your laptop and folding your hands across the desk. “It’s a pretty normal office, Roman,” you reply, “and it’s one of the furthest points in the building from where your brother’s set up shop. I was working near him for like an hour, but all I could hear was blocking and dialogue planning and set designing…” Roman rolls his eyes, and you grin. “It was like sitting backstage at a community theater rehearsal.”

Roman laughs shortly at that. “Ew. That sounds horrific.”

“Yeah, it was.” Your voice trails off, and the two of you fall into silence. Your eyes are fixed on Roman, but his are bouncing all over the place—from you, to the corner of the room, to his hands that he’s been wringing nonstop since he walked through the door. He’s obviously thinking about the monumental fucking mistake he made earlier, and you certainly are too. “…So. Joy Palmer, huh?”

His demeanor changes instantly, and he snaps his head back like he’s been poised to move this whole time, just waiting for you to bring her up. “Yeah, that was—it’s sad,” he says loudly, uncomfortably, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s not cool. But really, it was necessary. She’s not a good fit with what Kendall and I—what we’re trying to do.”

“Huh.” You lean forward a little, ducking your head so he can’t see the scowl that flashes across your face. “…Not a good fit. Okay.” She has everything, really: experience, connections, a willingness to produce shitty movies just to make Waystar more money. Sure, she had been a little shaky recently about Waystar’s politics, but that issue could’ve easily been resolved with a bit more money offered in the right way. But that’s all thrown out the window now, and you hope Roman realizes how bad that is.

You’re not sure he does, so you emphasize it. “I mean, I’ve been kind of working her for the past few months,” you offer, looking up to meet Roman’s gaze. “I know her big issue is dealing with the political side of ATN, which I mean—sure, no one wants to work with the Jeryd Mencken Fan Club. But…in the last week I was actually making some progress with her. There was potential there—“

”There was potential?” You freeze when Roman interrupts you; his voice is low but his tone is venomous. “Okay…” He sucks in air sharply through his gritted teeth, and he glues his gaze to the floor. “I guess—I guess I’m just wondering, what fucking good is potential when she’s sitting there complaining to me across the table about this thing that you’ve apparently worked out already?”

You bite your bottom lip hard and breathe deeply through your nose. “…I don’t know, Roman. So you fire her? That’s the move? You fire her so that we have to get someone else who has less connections, less experience, who is fucking lesser in every way—just because you got mad?”

“Oh my God,” he breathes, jerkily running a hand through his hair, “fuck off. Why are you doing this?” You frown; did he think you were just going to let him off the hook? Congratulate him on his first big independent move as CEO? But then his head sinks into his open palms, and he takes a deep, shuddering breath, and you realize suddenly that that is exactly what he’d expected. Or hoped for. He’s still for just long enough that you get nervous; when you’re about to ask him if he’s alright, though, he raises his head and locks eyes with you.

Your phone dings, and you break eye contact to quickly check the notification. It’s one of your writers; she’s sent you a text about the Joy news, and by the tone of her message, she’s extremely freaked out. When you look back to Roman, he’s still staring at you with that same angry disappointment—disappointment that you won’t just lay down and tell him he did the right thing. “Listen, Roman,” you begin, holding his gaze, “it’s my job too. I mean you’re the new CEO, you’re fuckin’ stretching your legs—good for you. But if we lose the movie side of our operation for a while because of this… That’s abysmal for me.”

His eyes widen a little, and you’re shocked to see, for just a second, an apology forming at his lips—but before he can finish mouthing “sorry” he stops, pressing his mouth into a hard line. He stares down with furrowed eyebrows at his hands, lightly clasped together in his lap, and he’s silent for a long time. As you watch him, he takes a deep, labored breath. “Well, in that case…” He’s barely audible. “Why don’t I just fire you too? Since you failed to convince a chief executive to stick with the company and tanked your department.”

The shocked grin that pops onto your face is completely involuntary, and you breathe an exasperated, “Oh my God.” You turn away and shake your head, taking a steady breath. What the fuck’s gotten into him? You’ve already seen that he’s not afraid to make horrific business decisions; firing you would come as easily to him as breathing right now. But you’re not going to beg Roman Roy, your only friend in this morally bankrupt circus, for your job. You refuse to. So, you fold your hands across your desk, and you reply as evenly as you can. “Technically, Roman, you don’t fire me. Tom Wambsgans does.”

He raises his eyebrows, and you can practically hear the “um, actually” before he even opens his mouth. “Yeah, I know,” you continue, smiling ruefully, “you can just fire Tom, and fucking—eat him alive and become him, and then… You can do whatever you want with me, right?” This has almost become amusing; you feel a weird compulsion to laugh.

That feeling vanishes when you see the look on Roman’s face. It’s like you flipped a switch; his gaze instantly disconnects from yours and he looks straight down like he’s trying to stare a hole through his shoe. You frown a little as you peer over at him, trying to figure out what the hell he’s thinking, when you fully realize what you just said. It’s an invitation, a statement more intimate than anything you’ve ever said to each other before, and he knows it. Roman slowly stands up from his seat and you watch him, look closely at the expression on his face—and the darkness in his eyes confirms your thoughts. It’s not like you’ve never thought about him in that way; frankly, he’s the only human connection you’ve made since you started at Waystar. You’ve often wondered (or perhaps hoped) if he was ever going to make a move on you, and a long time ago, you decided that if he ever did, you’d reciprocate it. You’re going to do just that. He wants a win, and you want him—everyone gets what they need.

He takes a few measured steps towards you and you feel yourself lean just a bit closer to him; just as you’re about to stand, he bends down, snakes his arms around your waist, and practically yanks you up to meet him. With a forcefulness that you’ve never, ever seen him display, he kisses you, disregarding gentleness and letting everything run on pure, unfiltered instinct. Your hands quickly find him, and you place one firmly against his cheek while the other slides through his hair. He holds on for a bit longer, trying to put as much as possible into that first, fantastic kiss, and then he has to pull away.

As you part, both reeling, he whispers, “Say that again.” When you don’t respond—you’re still catching your breath—he mumbles, “Please. Please say it.”

You’re more than happy to oblige him, and you stare right into his dark eyes as you speak. “You can do whatever you want with me, Roman.” Your words coax a full body shudder from him, and his lips are right back on yours, hands running over every part of your body they can access. His fingers skirt under the hem of your shirt and there’s a loud fucking knock at the door—and you both freeze exactly where you are.

It’s Kendall. Great. “Hey Rome, I saw you come in here, buddy. Uh—we’re, uh, crunching some big ass numbers out here, and I would love to have your eyes on these maximizations to the user-facing stock plane.”

“What the fuck does that mean…?” you breathe, and a short, high-pitched laugh escapes Roman.

As you both try to suppress your laughter beneath wide grins, Kendall calls, “What was that, bro?”

Roman quickly clears his throat. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec, Ken.”

“Cool. Fantastic.” And you and Roman both stand there, listening to his footsteps as they grow fainter and more distant.

The rush of the moment has faded severely, and even though you acknowledge how fucking amazing that felt and would like nothing more than to continue, you know it’s not the most practical thing to do. “…You should probably head out there, right? Make sure he doesn’t just start making up figures?”

Roman snorts as he untangles himself from you. “Yeah, he would do that, wouldn’t he?” He stands before you, looking wonderfully disheveled, and you reach out to fix his collar and smooth his hair.

He practically melts under your touch as you comb through his hair with your fingers. You half expect him to kiss you again, but it seems the tension was sucked out of the room by Kendall and his corporate bullshit speak. You wish he would kiss you again. After one last sweep of his hair, you propel yourself forward and kiss him gently, sweetly; he kisses back, but he makes no attempt to move closer to you, so you take a step forward and close the gap.

“…I’m fucking this up,” he mutters, quiet and dejected, after you part. “I’m doing it all wrong and I’m being stupid.”

He’s not necessarily wrong; you try to ignore that thought as he turns and walks to the door. “Just take care of your brother,” you say with a little smile, and he gives a muted grin and a thumbs up back.

He’s so bad at this and he’s so sad. You sit back down and crack open your laptop, and within seconds about thirty emails flood into your inbox—it’s Joy’s legal team, just like she promised. You groan, and lean back, and try to get your mind off the feeling of Roman’s lips on yours so you can draft a decent apology.

#roman roy x reader #roman roy imagines #roman roy imagine #succession x reader #succession imagine #my writing

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Summer

the summer is right around the corner and we have to make sure we’re ready to have a good time and look great while also staying focused on our development and goals. i don’t care, i feel like every little change is an opportunity for reinvention. season change, new year, birthdays, etc. make the changes you feel are necessary but have been putting off.

what’s the look this summer?

“she’s perfect omg” look as natural as possible yet ethereally flawless. hot girl bimboesque. glowy skin that looks hot to the touch. siren straight out of the water hair.

“body shimmer, pretty belly rings, mini skirts, dior lip gloss, laneige lip sleeping mask, lash extensions, pink binki's, pink french acrylics, iced coffee, dewy skin, big gold hoops & curly hair”

“I need a mani pedi, full body massage, spa day, a hydrojelly facial & a vacation.”

- @milliondollaprincess

“Aggressive orange blush. Skin balm as highlighter. Hydrating serums under base makeup. Applying coverage only where you need it. Setting spray over a thin layer of powder. Bronzer. Gloss over smudged liner on top of stain.”

- @plumslices

first and foremost…

let’s get the skin together. we’re going towards the glowy second skin look and it’s hard to do that with dry, aggravated skin. use gentle cleanser in the am and actives at night. go outside with spf and facial oil finished with a laneige lip treatment + tree hut shea lip butter on days when you’re not wearing makeup for the pretty natural look.

preparation

waist training. when at home or running errands wear a steel boned torso covering waist trainer and a sweat band when active.

revamp your wardrobe and declutter, then post on depop, mercari, poshmark etc. this doesn’t mean change your style but it’s always refreshing to get a good honest look at your wardrobe

get your passport. everyone loves taking trips but summertime is the time for exotic destinations.

car maintenance. make sure your transportation is in good condition so you can move freely

acid peels for your entire body

make a new summer playlist to drive around to

body exfoliation for soft pretty skin free of bumps and flakes + waxing to reduce ingrown hairs

get a new fun hobby/job

keep your brows and lip waxed

essentials

SPF!!!!!!!!

mini fan for your purse

glowy body oil

butterfly clips (let’s not sweat out our hair)

cute matching luggage for the cute trips we’re takin!

summer ‘22 diary

a mini deodorant for the hot weather

travel water bottle

new breathable pajamas

body wash with aha, bha, or vit c for glowing skin

victoria’s secret passport sleeve

clothes and accessories

lightweight tanks and sweats with girly sneakers!! super chic, very off duty model effortless pretty (check out @staszki if you need more lookspo)

bottega veneta (style) pieces. bottega screams sunny vacation to me! i’d you can’t afford designer there are plenty of hobo style bags and strappy knit pieces you can find at an affordable price!!

maxi, midi and mini tube dresses. i love a tube dress they just compliment my shape so well. they accentuate the collarbone, bust and hips

belly rings!! so sexy. girl you better snatch that waist up and show it off in the hot weather.

low rise pants to show off your waist

short shorts. look for cuts that are flattering and sexy but not extreme. PINK, Juicy Couture, Forever 21 make the best short shorties!

mini bags and purses, including baguettes and pochettes add to the effortless summery look. keep your essentials on you at all times and that’s it

tube tops, bikini tops. prissy essential duh

more: palazzo or wide legged pants, heeled and strappy sandals, ruffled and pleated mini skirts, maxi sun skirts, shirt dresses, satin and see through shirts, leather tops and bottoms, linen fabric pieces, gold jewelry, brights and pastels (not neons though, ew)

beauty

tinted moisturizer, liquid blush, full coverage concealer, tinted brow gel all for a flawless LIGHTWEIGHT face. it’s too much for thick makeup bc you’ll sweat it off

jergens natural glow, even for my dark skinned girls, trust me!

patrick ta body oil for that hot sunkissed siren skin.

edp with bright sweet or sparkling notes of flora or clean light scents. good examples include springtime in a park by replica, donna born in roma by valentino, gucci gorgeous gardenia, marc jacobs daisy love eau so fresh, si by armani, yellow diamond by versace

wispy lashes give a very natural look and compliments a lightweight face

body mist for travel! it’ll be hot we’re gonna start feeling the need for a refresher

glitter gloss and clear gloss!! again we’re going for the lightweight effortless looking beauty, plus glitter gloss looks amazing in the natural light of the sun

natural looking hairstyles like water waves, kinky straight, body wave, twist outs, braids.

juicy sheet masks!!! i don’t know what it is but these make pores disappear and skin look so beautiful. i love putting one on after my aztec clay mask and applying spf and going out with lashes and a poppin gloss

natural hair girls: invest in your hair. do a mask every two weeks. buy new tools. get a pink tangle tweezer or tangle angel brush. stay up on oil, cream and gel. it’s summertime! prime wash and go season. always brush your hair in the shower with a detangling brush then seal with oil and a lightweight cream then gel and you’re all set. my favorite products include edge booster, tgin leave in, aphogee keratin reconstructor, etc.

jergens cloud creme lotion. my boo @luxehunny put me on. it’s so light and airy feeling. leaves behind no heavy film or greasy texture.

#summer #essentials #the prissy girl agenda #my posts #diva seasonz!

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Interesting. I always felt it was more of a "let me pose for photos" moment.

(I will admit, I don't watch IG coverage - not when the games are on, not two weeks ago. I just usually see what goes 'round on the blogs or gets into the newspapers I follow.)

Wasn't that during the few days after H going to C to get back into the half and half thing? I think she was putting on a show to prove to C and W that she can behave, desperate to get back on the dole. She had that whole demure persona thing going. Ew.

Could be. Meghan always goes back to Kate copycats whenever she's trying to get something from the BRF/Charles, both in her looks/appearance and in how she acts. That's why it's so disingenuous; we know that's not her personality at all.

It also makes it easy to see when she wants something, and now we know: they were making a play for half in-half out.

#ask #brf #sussexes

[joesalw]

Just went through the r/SwiftlyNeutral and saw a post about her firing her manager back in 2005 and him suing her and her parents in 2008. Holy hell. The audacity of this woman to make herself seem like she came from this humble background when in reality her daddy bought her a record deal AND HIRED BRITNEY SPEARS' MANAGER. There's a court doc attached to the post.

So basically they hired Dan Dymtrow who shopped her to major labels and invited execs to see her perform at the Blue Bird Cafe. He hired consultants to help her improve her skills, educated her and her family about marketing, branding, imaging to 'help develop a satisfactory press kit to present to music industry executives and for press/media coverage'. Got her A&F deal, scheduled meetings in New York and Nashville with major record companies. "Due in significant part to her young age, not one major record label would even meet with Artist before Mr. Dymtrow agreed to represent her".

In 2004 he had a "press-package" sent to Scott Borchetta (who was the Executive Vice-President for Universal Music Group at the time) and invited him to see her perform at the Blue Bird Cafe and sent her demo to him. After that Borchetta left UMG and started his own label. He told Dymtrow that he wanted to sign Taylor. Dymtrow "worked closely with Borchetta to ensure that Artist would get the most favorable record contract terms". In July 2005 Scott Swift told Dymtrow that he was terminating his contract and a few weeks after Taylor signed with Big Machine (they fired him to avoid paying him I'm assuming). Before he was fired, he was pursuing Creative Artists Agency "CAA" to represent Swift. In June 2005 they offered to sign Taylor as their client and the contract was signed after her manager was fired (his contract was officially terminated in August 2005).

In about May 2005 Scott Swift began to systematically and wrongfully discredit Dymtrow's efforts and interfere with management, created a division between his daughter and her manager. Prior to firing him, her father requested and obtained Dymtrow's goals and plans for his daughter's career and contacts he was relying on. In July he demanded Dymtrow to draft NINE different business plans to chart her career for the next five years. The following day he asked him about WHO OWNED ARTIST'S MASTER RECORDINGS(!!!). That was before the deal was even signed.

The story she's selling is completely re-written. They hired a top industry manager with lots of contacts in the industry, nosed out his plans and a list people that can help, fired him without paying. They knew about her possibly not having the ownership of her masters even before the contract was signed. The lawyer that represented her when she was 13-years-old is currently the Global Head of Artists at YouTube Music. Just scums.

After his contract was terminated, Andrea and Taylor had a dinner with him where Taylor told him that she didn't want to fire him and her father made her choose between him or the manager *ew*. Her father also threatened to cut-off any financial support related to her career if she didn't fire the guy *again,ew* which Andrea confirmed.

Someone mentioned that the skeletons in her closet will fall out on their own and I think that's true. Her own fans (former fans?) will be her downfall. I mean, I found this in a supposed Swiftie Reddit sub. If this kind of stuff gets more traction she *may be* screwed.

.

#anti taylor swift

[master-john-uk]

Update from my Dorset farm:

Tomas has just reported that he is on "lamb-watch" again, as the final group of pregnant ewes have been brought into the barn today. They are not due to give birth for another few days yet, but Tomas has set up three television screens in the lambing barn just in case, because he does not want to miss any of the Coronation coverage.

Every year Tomas gives every newborn lamb a name, bless him! This year his theme for names was the Eurovision Song Contest... the first born twins were called Abbey and Abba. If any of the lambs arrive early (in the next day or two) I suspect their names will have a Royal connection.

[fuckyeahjcchasez]

One desire I have is to tap into the alternative universe where we're all friends in middle school with our "Club Chasez" where we can all just sit together in the library during lunch period and talk about the coverage of 'Nsync in the teenybop magazines and then sit around the lone iMac in the library and go on JC fan sites before Mrs Ryan tells us that we have to pack up and go back to class.

[ofthedarkwoods]

⚠️WARNING GROSS WRITTEN CONTENT IS PROVIDED⚠️

🇵🇸

I'm sorry for jumping on out of the blue but Twitter has all I've been on rn.

I know Twitter ew gross BUT LISTEN.

I'm broken I have no motivation all I can think about is Palestine.

I have seen limbs of children, open bodies, numbers piled up of lives lost, there isn't much coverage here but I have been posting as much as I can on Twitter links ect..

I feel like now is better than any time to come on here an inform you that MAJOR illegal world tactics are being put on Palestinians.. atleast more so.

They just cut off everything and carpet bombing the shit in darkness. Not just land but HOSPITALS! They have no food no power and no connectionto the outside world COMPLETELYCUT OFF!

And you might be paying for it.

I know not intentionally but the US and 12 others disagree that Iseral is doing nothing wrong.

You should care this is a mass genocide.

Civilians are their main target not Hamas.

They are taking all of GAZA for themselves.

It was a beautiful community before Iseral started invading.

The Iseral government are colonists they know what they are doing and are gonna keep doing it because they think it's their land.

It's difficult to find sources and people speaking out in America because many accounts that speak up get deactivated and people are being targeted for supporting Palestin.

I hope I'm not next

I wish the world will see what America is doing.

If you need links I have links of websites to learn more!

This is rushed and much because of what recent news updates have overcome.

We must talk about this because this is history.

One day their might not be a culture left for Palestinians.

Remember childern are being targeted!!

For sources contact me and if you want to do something.

Keep posting! Keep fighting! All of us are power in numbers. Rember, if it was someone you knew and loved you'd be screaming to be heard.

Edit: remember this isn't about Jews this is about an abusive government destroying innocent humans, their culture & way of life!!. If youre Jewish congrats. Are a decent human being? Yes? Well other humans are dying and we need it to stop! Use your culture and spread the word! We need you! THEY NEED YOU!!

#free palestine #palestine #palestinians #gaza strip #gaza #free gaza #palestine solidarity #look at the news #stop israel #fuck you Iseral #cease fire now #let gaza live #let Palestinians live

[lorata]

The attitudes that your D2 characters have when it comes to Capitol citizens (and this is based off memory) - floofy, frivolous, vain, gossipy - all of that reminds me of language used to criticize femininity today. How do D2 women navigate their own hyper-masculine culture, and how do they perceive themselves in opposition to Capitolites?

there's so much happening here let me try and break it down

1.) D2 characters criticize the Capitol using language that is used to criticize femininity today

yeah no, I’m gonna call foul on this one right away.

the elite Capitol citizens are characterized in canon as vain, gossipy, caring about frivolous things, wearing floofy clothing, etc. and calling that gender commentary is misreading at best and disingenuous at worst. like yes there is something to be said about how fluidity in gender presentation appears to be reserved for the upper class while the binary is enforced on the poor (with death games, even!) but I don't think that's what this ask is talking about. 

none of those traits are essential to femininity, but they ARE essential to being a highly visible Capitol citizen. it is FAIR to criticize the Capitol for these things! conversely, it's stupid to do the same thing to women. yeah? it is therefore not a valid leap to say "people don't like the Capitol because the citizens are vain and care about clothes, but in real life WOMEN are stereotyped to be vain and care about clothes, so characters who don't like the Capitol also hate women, how do you defend that"

that is putting real-world gender values onto a dystopia where, let's stop and remember this, one group of people takes the other's children and sends them into death matches for their entertainment

the truth is everyone gossips! everyone is vain! everyone wears weird clothing! but -- this is the important part here -- in the Hunger Games, the rich scarf down appetizers while poor children are forced to perform a romance on camera for a cup of soup, and they wear red-carpet makeup and expensive outfits the whole time 

we are not supposed to look at the Capitol and go "wow, mocking makeup culture is misogynistic, slay queens!" we're supposed to think about 24/7 coverage of the Royal Funeral while millions starve

as I have said before and I will say again, this is not about gender, it's about class

2.) D2 women exist within a hyper-masculine culture  

I’m gonna be honest, this one makes me a bit tired

D2 is not a culture that teaches masculinity. If we attribute athleticism or physical prowess to masculinity, that’s our problem. If we attribute pathological obsession with usefulness and loyalty and contribution to society, or unquestioning adherence to authority, to masculinity, that’s our problem. If we decide that violence is inherently masculine, again, that’s our problem. Violence is not inherently masculine and I’m a bit leery that anyone thinks so. A culture that inculcates the death games is not teaching their kids to emulate maleness, it’s teaching kids to worship authority to the point they become willing cannon fodder for the rich. 

I have written so much in my stories about how D2 is not a culture that values stereotypical masculinity, it is a culture that values work. Outside the murder machine, softness is valued. Kindness is valued. Domesticity and shared partnership in homemaking are valued. Men and women braid flowers into each other’s hair as a courtship ritual. Characters who have weird ideas about gender roles – e.g. Odin – are time and time again called out by the narrative as being weird. Nobody thinks this! Why are you like this! Everyone’s making fun of you! When people learn about Lyme’s upbringing (the few who she confides in), they’re not like “oh yeah those were all normal things to happen”, they are like wow, that was messed up. 

Petra’s inability to articulate why being dressed up like a little doll upsets her is so much more layered than “ew frilly dresses” and reducing it to a critique of femininity is actually kind of sad. she’s autistic and the texture makes her want to claw her skin, but she’s been trained not to speak. it represents the erasure of her bodily autonomy. it’s a manifestation of the way her disability has changed the way people look at her. very literally, it makes her into a doll that capitol citizens play with for their entertainment. and yes, also, she is butch and has never been allowed to explore or even realize that about herself because not once in her entire life has she been allowed to dress herself, because at 13 the trainers looked at her hair and eyes and height and said “pretty” and chose her angle for her, and it takes her years of recovery and slowly, slowly making changes to make her gender presentation into something that clicks. 

the traits valued by society are found in men and women and the tensions are usually indicative of something bigger. most women in D2 are living their life, man. keep your head down, work hard, love harder, give something back, try to leave something worthwhile behind. the kids who die for us deserve at least that much.

3.) D2 women in opposition to Capitolites

D2 women see themselves as apart from the Capitol because Capitolites don’t work, and D2 is all about work. work outside the home, domestic work, serving the community, it doesn’t matter, but D2 values contributing to family/others/society in some way and Capitol citizens don’t seem to share that

as I’ve said before, the people of D2 have a weird tension in their head where they have to respect and fear the Capitol -- and they do! -- but they also know that none of these fancy people could last a day in their jobs, and there's a point of pride in that. they keep the country running. their blood, sweat and tears makes the lives of the rich possible. they are the bedrock of this country, dammit, quite literally, it's the Rocks District

it's the whole ... "coastal elites" phenomenon, right, these rich people are out of touch and they don't know anything about REAL working class people's lives! except that this is a dystopia and these rich people watch the working class children fight to the death and also have giant feasts while the working class literally starves, so it isn't a made-up class war to keep people from looking at the top, that’s inter-district conflicts. this is the top

(now obviously there are jobs in the Capitol, somebody's gotta clean the solid-gold toilets over there – this is a bar joke – but those aren’t the people you see on the TV)

the question of how do women in D2 handle the issue of usefulness -- that's the real one. Petra gets a terrible injury and wants to commit suicide because she can't bear being helpless, and working through that is the first major character arc for her. Emory feels like she didn't "earn" her right to survive because she didn't kill enough people in a bloodthirsty enough way (geez! let's stop and think about that for a second!) and has to deal with the idea that just surviving, living, being here on the planet, being loved, is enough. Heidi -- Brutus' mother -- becomes the breadwinner for her family after her father runs off when she's a kid, lying (badly) about her age to go down the quarry as a young teenager, partly to provide but also to earn her family's honour back. everything is tied to use, because being useless, not contributing, is the worst thing you can be

(I've had discussions in other asks re: this compulsive collective usefulness and (dis)ability in D2 but let's not get off-topic lol)

tl;dr people as a whole in D2 position themselves against the Capitol in terms of usefulness and providing for the community, including women. the whole ... appearance thing, that's more a shorthand. if you have time and money to go to endless parties and buy expensive clothing and spend 6 hours putting actual glowing lights into your hair (or whatever it is the Capitol does), what are you giving back to your community? pointing to the visuals of the Capitol and saying "we're not like THEM, we're good, salt-of-the-earth people who work hard" is a handy way to reinforce those community standards. it has nothing to do with getting gussied up for the harvest dance.

(now. the subset of D2 that does do the social climbing Capitol stuff is like, you backwards idiots, where do you think our status and privilege comes from, but that's a whole other story)

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #if you made it to the end i salute you

[lazyscience]

tiny rant: why are all the cute pjs and loungewear things crop tops rn???? it has nothing to do with self-consciousness about exposing the pudge; i'm not any more fat or less fat if it's hanging out rather than covered. it has to do with my stupid neurospicy brain going THINGS ARE HANGING OUT NOOOO FEELS WRONG. It is SO uncomfortable, it's worse than tags. Like, a BIG space is OK? a bra and pants or a bikini is OK, but there is just something about that short space between a crop top and pants that feels horridly naked and exposed like a Pillsbury crescent roll tube when you open it and I NEED it covered. :( And the worse it is the smaller the bared area. Like, an inch revealed all the way around? I would be in HELL trying not to slouch and hike it into coverage. And it's not because of constriction, even when I had a tiny waist that things bagged down on I hated that sensation.

(I also don't like this with pants and socks so i hate 7/8 length pants and leggings where a gap can happen between sock and pant. why do torrid and lane bryant DO that so fuggin much? EW. EW EW EW.)

is anybody else out there weird and can't deal?

#sensory nonsense #stupid trends #plus size fashion

[mariegoos]

Got tagged by @mytimeinthesun to do 5 songs I've been listening to lately... except I haven't actively listened to music in almost a month. So here are my top 5 podcast episodes of the past month or so:

Dead Letter Society - Stephen King's IT

I found out about this podcast because my friend is in this episode and it's my favorite not just because my friend is in it but also because it got me to read IT and love IT. I might even re-read IT soon and it's only been like 6 months.

Ruined! - Malignant LIVE

I normally don't listen to live podcasts because there's a loud audience and the audio is shit, but this was live STREAMING so the audio quality is still great. I laughed out loud several times listening to this recap of a scary movie, and also said "WHAT" "EW" and "YEAH, KILL HIM" out loud in public.

Maintenance Phase - Diet Book Deep Dive: Angela Lansbury's "Positive Moves"

Maintenance Phase has a ton of episodes featuring controversy, twists and turns, and even murder. This is not one of those episodes. From the coverage of Angela Lansbury's life story to the inserts of her talking about moving joyfully, this episode felt downright cozy. I built furniture to this episode.

If Books Could Kill - The Game

There is a moment in this episode when a point is made about how tame the 2000s era pickup artists seem now compared to incels, and maybe that's why this deep dive fascinated and amused me much more than enraged me. The closeup magic is not something I remembered but yep, seems right.

Why Won't You Date Me? - Staying Friends with Your Ex w/ James Marsden

This podcast episode is how I found out James Marsden is actually pretty funny! Nicole Byer I already knew was hilarious and effervescent. Together, they will make you laugh about their dating histories. This episode also introduced me to Jury Duty, which is a hilarious season of television.

Next I tag literally anyone who wants to do this. Mutuals, come forth! Sorry I'm tired and can't remember anyone's usernames!

#5 recent songs #except i'm too old for music so it's 5 recent podcast episodes #if you like podcasts i recommend all of these #tell me your recently liked songs or podcasts

[trixeraptops]

My second ever commentary post how fun

This time it's Enola Holmes 2

This is a live reaction so there is no context, suffer.

Warnings for swearing and all capsAnyways let's hop in the carriage and travel back to Victorian(?) England.

Ooh letter burning for the logo fun

Ok I doubt any of this is true don't lie to me bitch

Why is she running away from the police?What did she do

I will say she looks good

Yeah you should explain and I do remember you

Oh yay she opened a detective agency

Awww she kept Dash how cute

But didn't she give it Sherlock in the end of the last movie?

She forgot how sexist and ageist her time period is lmao

Hah they all just want Sherlock221B!!!!!

Trying not to draw attention, blows up a mailbox

Tewksbury is champion for change and progress I love it

Girl you have time for a little distraction you fucking tsundere

Chrysanthe-mum

Oh her agency is already shut down

2who is it

Aw a little girl she's so. Cute I love her scarf

Ooh the cinematic shot

Enola looks so out of place lol

I hope this is pro Bono I don't think this girl has much

Enola don't look so put off, not everyone is rich as you

Ew rat

We weren't sisters in the usual way, love that

It soesnt mean anything to the Lil one but to Mae it clearly does

Aw this is so sweet

The game is afoot Jesus your finding a missing person not hunting one

Changed her name to Hilda

They're looking for disease at the entrance omg

Bruv you're gonna get yourself and bessie in trouble bruv

That was smart tho

Ooh torn pages that's sus

She stole the pages?

Oh that woman has such a soft voice it's so pretty but I can't hear her

Mae definetely knows somethingMae was involves in the theft o.o

Haha 'young lady I'm afraid I'm married'

Damn she's in a bar and it's fucking rowdy in here

Mae is a showgirl isn't she?

She is

That was a fun jaunty number

The missing worked with Mae as a showgirl

Jesus Mae

Lol fake knife

False bottom! I knew she was a top lmao

It's a sappy romance poem

She ran away to marry someone didnt she?Ooh drama

Dun dunbdun mysterious blurred fellow in the background

Ew he's following her

He hid but he's very loud what is cane made of metal?

Sherlock! He's drunk

Lol roasted

His bullshit tips are everything

Now sh I'm thinking you should write that down

You shouldn't get so drunk ehen you have no way home write that down

Wait is she gonna live with her brother or is this is a John reveal?

Jesus christ he's really fucking observant even when drunk and hungover

I don't need tour help! But I'm still taking the food you offered

Don't speak with a mouthful

Tewksbury!!!

Ooh she sits where he walks to work so they can run jnto each other.

She looks so upset after making a joke

That was so awkward lmao

Feel a need?

It's a coded poem! Open mouth

She's so excited

You didn't have to say you don't sew bruv we get it your not like other girls

I doubt this case will get media coverage

The doors open o.o

Suspecious...But not as sus as her for breaking into someone's house

Oh this shows a struggle and abandonment

MAE she's dead!

This case just got alot more interesting

Inspector!

It'd mr.clangy

Sarah is wanted oof

Oh he tried to be respectful but superintendent is a bitch

I hate this guy I'm calling him mr.clangy forever now

Lestrade is so fucking calm, your boss just got punched in the gut

Hah he doesn't remember you bruv

Just a friendly visit cause your sis is running away from the cops

I cant I can't, maybe I can

He's such a fangirl omg

Damn she roof hopping

Shit she almost fell, she gone die

Wait what the fuck

Enola Holmes is turning all the men in England trans lol

I wonder if the cases are related

Wait Moriarty maybe?

I'm a slut for BBC Sherlock so forgive all the speculation that's purely based on BBC Sherlock, I know they aren't related

He has this walk

Grail

Immediate recognition lmao

AH VIOLIN

Enola looks weirded out

You tell Sherlock! She made it bout herself, she wants media attention not to help

Haha callback

He just walks past them lmao

I think Poppy might be a chick but I could be wrong

A hat! Dun dun dunnn

A TAPER CROWN HAT I KNEWBTHEY WERE RELATED

It's not a date it's a place!

Williams for reds not a Poppy at all

I'm going to a ball yay! Ew

Smh Enola

I love her cloak

Her dress is so pretty

Why is the music so sus when they light the cake

Lol the chaperone

She keeps forgetting what her society is like

Bitch you live here how do you forget this shit

He's actually leading Sherlock in a dance lmao

Oh she gone get caught

Tabitha Timothy lol

Fan language!!! Oh thats so clever and cute!

But she doesn't know fan language hahaha she immediately messed up

Omg Tewkesbury

Of course he's doing something with plants

This is so weird and cute i love their little relationship

Haha I love her

You're a man when I say soShe's such a bitch

She's a natural at dancing or maybe just with Tewksbury

What does that mean lmao

Don't touch the ginger cake!

Wait dance cards are an actual thing lmao

ID the writing ON SIGHT

TSUNDERE

jealous bitch

Cicely seems nice, she complimented Enola even if she had an outdated dress

Dislocated and I'll scream, ICON

He knows Bessie!

Ooh a secret meeting how funBunch of random letters returns

ITS MORIARTY OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS

I hope their as gay as the BBC

Oh my lord JUST SAY ITS ABOUT YOUR CASE

Not the police barging in

She gave him her evidence! How sweet

Cecily is the only one who looks concerned for her everyone else is making fun of her

Keep silent Enola!

Shut up mr.clangy no one likes you

Oh no he's gonna kill Bessie isn't he :(

His job is to kill match girls who are needling out the corruption?

Sexist

Oooh mr.clangy stopped Sherlock from getting her

Oof

POLICEMAN IS HIDING HIS HAND

Those fingerprints are blurry at best

Ohmygod I was typing the last line then Sherlock kicked a fucking sign and scared a cat

It's the jujitsu woman!

It's ok you can say it

Ew I don't like how that guard looked at Enola

Wtf whyd they push her into the center?They're gonna hang her? Or beat her? What?

IS IT HER MOM?!

No its jujitsu lady

AND HER MOM

Prison break bitches

Her mom really likes bombs huh

Carriage chase carriage chase

Theure giving people typhus or something

He's gonna jump on isn't heNot anymore lol

Mr.clangy you bitch stop shooting st them

You go girl

Holy shit he just broke their wheel

I hope the horses are all right

Probably are they disappeared with the crash

Fuck off you bitch

I LOVE THEM, I LOVE THEM OMG

HOLY TRINITY INDEED

DAMN HE GOING FOR THE KILL

THE CARRIAGE IS A BOMB

Genius

Aw they changed her into new clothes how nice

Her mother is initiating boy talk

He ain't my Boi

I love that's she's acknowledging her part in Enola self isolating

She's encouraging her to get allies ♡

I love these women

She just winked? Why?

Get a haircut as your parting word lmao

I knew it

They're killing the match girls by giving them typhus through the MATCHES

FUCK YES

And Sarah figured it out

She and Mae were expirementing eith it

Genius

They tested flies, mice, plants

Extraordinary I love them

She went to Tewkesbury!!!

His flat is filled with flowers and plants ♡♡♡♡

I love him

Yay their allies

Jealous bitch

IS CECILY SARAH?!

Shut up you awkward bruv

SHE IS

I FIGURED IT OUT MOTHERFUCKER

To be fair they spelled it out

TEWKESBURY YOUR NOT EVEN COURTING AND YIU DAID ILY

She sent Ily to William too

OHMYGOD I LOVE THIS

SHE HIT HIM

AAAHAHHHHHHH SHE RETUREND FEELINGS OMG OMG OMG

We live we laugh we love

Just tell em your a lord, I am, then they'll believe you omg

Sherlock!

The contempt in their voices I love this sibling dynamic

I knew they were connected I KNEW

Is that guy dead

He is

Mr.clangy

Moriarty is dead :(

Haha Tewkesbury

It's a set up!

Is Moriarty actually alive

He is

Ooh William thankyou for golding onto that

It's a letter isn't it

Nope map

Dora Dora Dora the explora

He can't fight lol

She's just beating him up until he pussies up and fights her

AH THEY KISSED

After she punched him multiple times lol

They're so cute

Secret treasure

SARAH!

She was wearing a wig this whole time damn

Uh oh they have to tell her he's dead

Aww poor Sarah ♡

Ew mr.clangy

BESSIE NO

YOU GO BESSIE BITE HIS ASS

SHERLOCK NO

Tewksbury is getting fucked up

Ooh but he's got a sword now

Fuck off clangy

Did Sherlock just kill someone?

How many bullets has he got? It's a small gun can't be too many

HAHA HE RAN OUT FUCK YOU CLANGY

ENOLA NO

Retractable knife for the win!

Ah shit she got knicked in the head real bad

Yes Tewkesbury fuck him up and get your girl

Shit clangy is dead Enola full ass killed him

Now that murder charge is valid

Sherlock you dramatic bitch

THE SOFT VOIXE WOMEN IS MORIARTY

WHAT A TWIST

I LOVE THIS

Go off queen! Tell him, dick him down verbally

Society creates yet another villain

For now at least, love thatOh no is the bad guy gonna win?

He paper burning is beautiful though

But the movie isn't over yet

Revolution!

Shut up boss man

Sometimes an inspiring speech doesn't work

At least not right away

Yiu go Bessie I love you girl

This is amazing I love this

I think this music was at the end of the other movie too

She runs her agency out of the fighting place now :)

Holmes and Holmes ♡♡♡♡

But I glad she refused

The running write that down gag ♡

They're gonna meet with jne another ♡

Ah they're so cute

MORIARTY ESCAPED O.O

I love them so much

Ohhhh the true part was Match Girl Strike that makes more sense

I thought I heard of match girls before

ENILA GOT HIM A FLATMAYE LMAO

IS THIS JOHN

IT IS OMG OMG OMG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

♡♡♡♡/5 I loved this movie

#enola holmes #enola 2 #netflix #Sherlock #lord tewksbury #Long post #Commentary #movie commentary #Live reaction #tw: swearing #tw: caps

[doom-nerdo-666]

I once said that when it comes to covering Doom mods, it's worth remembering mixing gameplay mods and wads instead of just focusing on TC's.

And then there's also the amount of coverage on unconventional Doom ports.

Like "someone made Doom run on a pregnancy test device!".

Stuff like this can be impressive but it's also stuff done for the sake of the "wow factor" and hackers/programmers having fun.

It's not something made "for" the game and nobody actually plays Doom like this.

Whereas mods, wads etc are for the games themselves and people engage with them, while they also offer a lot of creativity and can still be impressive.

Maybe people don't bring up mods just because they don't want to, how do i say it, "promote" certain creators? Like if they're close to whatever reviewer is talking about Doom?

Even though people already give too much attention to online personalities that are much less interesting/talented.

Though i also say stuff like "the Cacowards isn't enough because there's still plenty of good works out there".

Maybe it's also because of internet content that fits a category of something that feels gimmicky or "exists to form a reaction but the novelty wears off", even if there's something impressive at the same time.

Like the difference between MrBeast type content of "i just built a real life location from a popular movie" and someone's project with characters and lore or a program that ends up being very convinient or something.

Or it comes off as a "meme" to Doom like with Resident Evil and the Jill Sandwich meme or anytime someone talks about Tomba and someone else brings up that one AGDQ stream.

This could be me showing that "ew memes" side of me, like i see stuff as an unintentional equivalent to those Flash games that were "soundboard" where each button was a phrase a character said in a TV show and it shows a limited vocabolary.

It could just be side effects of too many people using the internet meaning being less aware of meme culture and how overexposed a certain topic is.

But it's also part of why i made this blog, because i wanted to show off cool things other people make about Doom.

This could be one of my weakest posts because of how i struggled at expressing this.

Edit: Maybe unconventional Doom ports are more like those science videos where someone makes actual lava to break windows or do cool experiments but the "wow" factor doesn't last long.

But even with actual mods, there's the difference between HDoom being covered for a basic concept ("Dude, you can make love with anime girl demons") vs MyHouse being covered for its presentation and deep storyline.

Brutal Doom might as well be a weird middleground between people going "wow it's Doom but more violent" or the dedicated fanbase it spawned (That is also almost seperate from the rest of the community).

#doom #id software #opinions #doom modding #modding #port

[thishadoscarbuzz]

192 - Panic Room (EW Spring Movie Preview)

We’re kicking off our May Miniseries on EW Movie Preview cover movies at the beginning of the calendar with the Spring Movie Preview spotlight on Panic Room. David Fincher’s post-Fight Club foray into elevating a straightforward thriller with his stylistic perfectionism, the film almost starred Nicole Kidman as a recently separated mother who hides with her daughter in the eponymous fortress when her new home is invaded by a trio of fledgling criminals. But when Kidman exited due to lingering injuries sustained during Moulin Rouge!, the extremely Oscar friendly Jodie Foster ditched Cannes jury president duties to work with Fincher. Though Foster’s name was still synonymous with Oscar after almost winning her third only a few years prior, this spring release was left in awards voters minds as a crowd pleasing thriller by year’s end.

This episode, senior entertainment writer for Variety Adam B. Vary joins us to discuss how the EW movie previews were made, including a deep dive into how movies were chosen for prime coverage, letters to the editor, and its bonanza of fonts. We also discuss the films’ mismatched brilliance of its three criminals played by Forrest Whitaker, Jared Leto, and Dwight Yoakam, its breakthrough performance for Kristen Stewart, and covering Jodie Foster’s pregnancy during filming.

Topics also include EW’s Critical Mass grid as the early Rotten Tomatoes, movies delayed because of 9/11, and Free Winona.

Links:

The 2002 Oscar nominations

Joe on Podcast Like It’s 1999 for EW’s Best of 1999

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#EW #Entertainment Weekly #Spring Movie Preview #Jodie Foster #David Fincher #Forrest Whitaker #Jared Leto #Kristen Stewart #Dwight Yoakam #Andrew Kevin Walker #Nicole Kidman #Panic Room #Academy Awards #Oscars #Best Actress #movies #Flora Plum #Cannes Film Festival #Free Winona #Winona Ryder

[drowninginblox]

Bite

Cole Cassidy x Hanzo Shimada

Those mfs are dragging me back by the fucking ankles y’all-

TW: childhood being contextualized w/ age,nudity(ew), and a passing mention of general addiction (not even tbh)

Have fun ^^

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“Genji.. how dose that one song go?” Cass asked over the breeze. Spring at the safe house was just like he remembered it to be. Peaceful, idealistic even. But the anxiety always lingered whenever he came here. There’s always someone looking for them. Yesterday it was Gabriel. Today it was Reaper. But that’s neither here nor there. Nothing the pack of “terrorists” could do now. All they can do is lay low until the monkey checked in.

But… fuck. He knew heading so close to Deadlock territory was risky. Especially after his last encounter with Ashe. And with the knowledge of Bob getting upgraded. Fuck- he should’ve- “What? What song?” Cass blinked for a moment before sighing. He’s thinking about this too much. All they can do now is just.. wait for this to blow over till they can come back better. Or, as much as he hated the thought, find an opening to retreat.“Ykno- the one Hanzo sings while he works ‘n cooks…” The group of six were taking this snag pretty well- all things considered. Pharah and Mercy were organizing everything they had on hand while keeping in touch with the coverage of Overwatch’s current stunt on Route 66. Bridgette meanwhile was keeping herself sharp. Painfully so in all honesty…

Same with Hanzo, but he’s learned to give himself breaks since reuniting with Genji and, albeit painfully, accepts himself. “Through the small things, I reclaim myself.” Cole noted Hanzo’s rationalization in one of the many outings to the on hand range. It’s became their thing in the recent months, since Hanzo’s started opening up. Although imperfect and a little too idealistic for Hanzo, Genji claims that in the worst moments while he was discovering himself- a montra similar to that got him through the worst of times.

And lookin at Hanzo, it was so far so good. He was taking it to heart from the looks of it. Small acts of kindness from making food for the team to cleaning up to just.. listening to others rather than forcing them or himself away. Openness was a good look on him. That’s probably why Cole wanted to learn, what he assumed, was Hanzo’s favorite song. “Ooohhh you mean Bite, right? By Troy Sivon?”

Cole sighs but nods. “If that’s it, how dose it go?” The younger Shamada turned to look at the westerner. For once in a long time he shown his face. The multitude of scars were faint but barely visible unless you were actively looking. But other than that, he looked like an slightly above average man. Good looking for sure, eyes half lidded with the serenity of the current situation, lips perched as he pondered what the Cowboy’s angle was this time. Usually Jesse only talked to Hanzo whenever he needed to or was bored. He’s tried lots of things to entertain himself that just so happened to have Hanzo in the vicinity. But, for some reason, this felt different.

Genji cracked a sly smile, swallowing whatever doubts he had and breathed some new life in a song older than him. “Kiss me on the mouth and set me free… sing me like a choir..” in the gaps between the lyrics the memory of a melody comes back in patter patters against old, wood floors. Slow and graceful motions hidden behind shoji screens, hidden only by night. However, the dancers are caught in flickering candles while the creaking of floorboards reveals their audience: one gathered by the wonderment only children could have at a song that wasn’t sewn in tradition or played through instruments deemed worthy of being interested in. No. This was a time before the importance or legacy. One of innocence. Love even.

“I could be the subject of your dreams, your sickening desires…”

A time where a husband and wife could relish in their love, confident in the fact that their family is safe from whatever the outside world has to offer. At least- that was what Genji viewed the moment as. He didn’t notice the lady was a good decade younger than his father or that only one of her hands was on his father’s shoulder.

“Don’t you wanna see a man upclose.. a pheonix in the fire.”

Genji didn’t know the true intentions of the song until much later. Little before he realized just how sick and twisted his family was, and just what he and Hanzo were to do with it when they were to come of age. Processing that was hard for a teenager. The party’s and addiction was just a way to cope with that pressure. That’s the answer Genji hopes was true for him after all these years.“So… kiss me out the mouth and set me free…”

“But please.. don’t bite.” Cole finished, making Genji look away from the safe house and back to his friend. “Genji, you okay?” For a moment Genji looked around, as if trying to remember where he was before clicking everything back together. His checks were wet. There was a lump in his throat. And he wasn’t alone. “Jesse, don’t sing that song to Hanzo okay?” Cassidy looked over the cyborg as he wiped his eyes of whatever tears remained. “Honestly, he probably doesn’t realize he’s singing it.” Cole kept his eyes on Genji for a few moments before settling “Its Cole now, remember? Or Cass. Jesse is only for the field.” He says, clasping his hand on Genji’s shoulder. “Right. Sorry Cole.”

“Don’t worry about it par’ner.” Genji chuckled as the draw grew too thick. Cole knew that about him too well. Thick accents were fucking hilarious to him. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, shrugging off Cole’s hand with a smile. “You know me too well Cole.” Jesse chuckled. “Damn right I do. You’re my best friend Genj.” Genji glances with a small smile. “Really? If I’m your best friend then why haven’t you told me you had a crush on my brother?”

#hole #cole cassidy #jesse mccree #mchanzo #hai noon #hainoon #hassidy #hazsidy(?) #idk where you mfs went #Hanzo #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #overwatch #🤮 #fuck activision blizzard #let them be gay #like cmon #it’s right there #just make them gay #also make them meet in canon because ITS #litteraly #BEEN #YEARS

[sarasa-cat]

Something about this past week+ (the news etc) really took a lot out of me. Added in the tiredness from a last minute decision to join a week long workshop, last week, that was very thought provoking but ate up 9 days of my life up thru this past Sunday.

Feeling worn out

Also:

On a mini vacay next week, starting Sunday. Driving. Renting an apartment I have stayed in before — in a quiet spot — for a week. Blah blah blah. Etc etc.

Has a nice well stocked kitchen.

Has a nice supermarket 3 minutes walk from the apartment.

Have always enjoyed staying there in the before times.

The cats are gonna freak when out cat sitter arrives. They’ll manage, hopefully, which is a different situation entirely.

I will have internet but I cannot remember how good/fast it is or what my cell coverage is like either. But I will have access to online stuff when killing time.

Mostly planning on hiking and arting.

And just idk. Unwinding I guess. 🙃

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Oh right, and then there was some low key WTF ew news relayed to me about an old scene I want nothing to do with.

Yuck

I need a bath.