#first one just bc i love the colours & i love the reflection of this shot in crash

[heartyearning]

recent movie screenshots (shivers & dinner in america) didn't realise they were both backshots as it were but there you go

#first one just bc i love the colours & i love the reflection of this shot in crash #second one bc i am obsessed with that haircut i am obsessed with it #george.png #gotta keep these secure somewhere

[carpathianspaceprincess]

Wintering (The Irish Poem) - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel reads a favourite poem of yours, and reflects on the subject's similarities to you.

Rating: E. minors dni.

Pairing: Joel Miller x SeasonalDepression!Reader (F)

Tags: Irish coded reader. a little bit of Gaeilge. One Shot. Happy Ending(™). FLUFF. Sickening fluff. Soft!Joel. Established relationship/situationship. No smut in this but could be in the future.(❀❛ ֊ ❛„). Book a dentist appointment my friends, you will probably have cavities after reading this.

CW: brief mention of suicide and overdose attempt, mentions of seasonal depression/mental illness symptoms, mention of SSRIs. 

WC: 2.4k

A/N: Happy late St. Patrick’s Day! This work was inspired by an Irish poem called “Geimhriú” by Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh. The translation came from this post, and I only have a little Irish but it seems right. The Irish language is beautiful and I love it dearly, so I wanted my first posted work to celebrate it (i'm terrified of sharing this btw lol). I wrote this bc culture and language is nearly always left behind and forgotten in survivalist worlds like TLOU, and it’s rarely a theme in fics, but is an essential part of survival, especially for Irish communities. I may potentially expand this work to a series to explore more aspects of Irish culture as part of the story if it's well-received and I feel like it. btw this is not beta-read and idk how to format anything - this is genuinely my first time posting so there are likely mistakes! please comment if you find one, or have constructive criticisms, and of course like/reshare and interact if you had a good time reading this, it would mean the world to this little Irish gal.

(♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡ enjoy!

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊.

Even at the end of the world, in the fucking apocalypse, in this shitty, godforsaken place, you were still somehow suffering from a seasonal affliction. 

Depression, that is. 

Joel saw it immediately, the way you took a little longer to answer the door when he came for you in the mornings, the bags under your eyes just a little more pronounced as the days in your district grew less colourful and the dry leaves wilted to the sodden earth. He also saw how you tried to hide it and for a while, tried to respect your clear denial of something being very, very wrong. 

To your credit, you did what you could; soldiered on. Ate and slept more than usual, like a bear. Before the outbreak, you’d been on Zoloft, then Wellbutrin, but the chances of any SSRI medication still existing were so slim you knew you didn’t need to bother checking. 

Even so, it frustrated you every morning, the fact that you weren’t like Joel. That you couldn’t just get up and get on with your day, that you needed some stupid chemical to make your brain work just because the weather was cold and the sky was churning furiously, gnashing it's teeth on nothing but grey, day-in and day-out. 

You couldn’t make sense of it. You were living in near constant poverty, under a dystopian military dictatorship and in the middle of a civil war every god-damned fucking day whether the sun was shining or not, so why did the fields being barren and slick with sleet make you viscerally despise life so much more than seeing them full of fresh flowers and humming with bees? You’d still be hungry at the end of the day. Exhausted. What should the seasons matter to you now? There was no difference. No future. Not then.

You had hoped that maybe eventually, living in constant survival mode might, y’know, actually make your brain want to survive. But it didn’t. You hated it. But what you hated about yourself most of all was the fact that you desperately needed help. It was pathetic. Weak. 

Joel didn't see it that way. Well, he didn't now.

At the start he thought it hadn't been too serious. Maybe you were 'just tired'.

But then winter had nearly taken you from him that year. The sudden and shocking bone-chill of Boston post-October had him practically dragging you out of your own bed every morning for the “supply run” he had taken to bringing you along on; silently begging you to get up and keep going for his sake if not your own. Telling you if a man from Texas could survive it, you’d better get your sorry ass up and do the same. 

He’d found you then, in late December, the dead of night, throwing up and barely breathing. You’d collected enough opioids to kill a horse and tried to take your own life. You’d been lucky to see the next sunrise, and that was the last time he’d allowed you to sleep on your own. And the first time he’d heard of “Seasonal Depressive Disorder”, or whatever it was. 

You’d explained that before all this, you’d had medications that would have stopped this issue for you; so Joel, having then appointed your fragile well-being as his responsibility, had looked for some. But of course there was nothing. So much to everyone else's delight, he spent the winter just like you; because like two really fucked-up peas in a pod, if you were in a foul mood, Joel’s was never far behind. With the QZ being overcrowded, freezing, and insistent on working you both to the bone, you were always in a foul mood. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

So now he can admit to himself that he likes this; likes seeing the glow of your rosy, apple cheeks in the tangerine afternoon rays of a tired day. The way the sunlight dapples the colour of your hair; the lazy smile that breaks across your gentle mouth as the cool breeze caresses you both. This wheat field is completely abandoned, high bland stalks swaying quietly. The rush of the little river nearby. A perfect place to take you; you who were beaming so joyfully, could’ve replaced the goddamn sun itself as far as it concerned him. 

He feels the embroidered spine of your book in his hand, holding it away from your reach. The one you always had open on the same page, the one he caught you reading when you were supposed to have your hands on your rifle and your sharp eyes looking for guards and raiders.

“Let me read it.” he grins without realizing it, stretching a little further away as your fingers grab for purchase, pointlessly. You're too short to even touch the cover as he leans over you. “No!” You reiterate, and he frowns, a finger coming to his lips to remind you of your surroundings. Still careful. “Why not, huh? Can't be that bad if y'like it so much.” 

A slow blush stains you as you huff, dropping your arms to your sides. Like a petulant child. Admitting defeat.

“Fine, but it’s not even in English.”

He quirks an eyebrow at that, and keeps your gaze as he flips the faded, worn pages open to find the one he’s looking for. “You won’t understand it.” You whisper. But he doesn’t need to understand it, he just wants to see. It makes perfect sense to him that you're bilingual, he doesn't know a lot about you, but he knows you're smart, and sharp as a tack...as long as something interests you.

The paper of this page in particular is dog-eared to the point of severe damage, and marked to all hell, but it isn’t dusty at all. Whatever this is, he sees that it’s well-loved by you. Well-read. His curiosity gets the better of him as you make one last reach for the precious item and he, with ease and very quiet glee, denies you. 

He doesn’t try to read it aloud though, the words roll around on his tongue unfamiliar, tangled up in the calculator of his brain that is so used to the anglo-saxon american structure of speech. But he scans it quietly all the same, to your surprise. 

Ná labhair focal,

ná féach im threo,

tá duifean ar mo chroí

nách n-ardófar. 

Géillim don ngeimhriú

Ní aithneofar mé 

go péacadh na mbachlóg. 

Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh.

He clears his throat, and runs a finger along the last line of text; “This the author?” 

You peer over, nodding. He hums in acknowledgement, filing the information away for later. Then he graciously hands the book back to you, brushing your fingers with his, and you snatch it away; folding it closed against your lap. A low gust of wind makes the hair that frames the sides of your face dance delicately. You lean back on your arms then, to appear relaxed. Trying not to think of the delicious electricity sparkling under your smooth skin at his touch. Failing. You're hot, now. The humidity doing nothing to cool off the desire pooling in your belly as you look up at him through thick lashes. He's chewing a thought in his mouth, you can see it.

“Gaelic?” 

You are actually taken aback, but smile and shake your head good-naturedly at the attempt. “Gaeilge.” 

A look of confusion crosses his brow and a laugh, golden and sugary, pours from your chest. It squeezes him with violent affection for you. “Gaelic is Scottish. This is Irish. Gaeilge.” You repeat, cocking your head. “They’re different.” 

He nods slowly. He wants to ask you how you came to speak it, and is that why you have a lilt in your accent? did you come from there? From Ireland? And how did you manage to keep speaking it after the outbreak?

 But, he thinks those questions can wait til later. You'll tell him your story on your own terms when you're ready, and he respects that. What he does know is that this must be important to you somehow, and he's happy to focus on that for now.

 “You gonna tell me what it’s about?” 

“I could...but those are meant to be read and understood in the spirit of the language they’re in. They’re not meant to be in English.” You season the last word with some disdain, teasing.

He gives you a dry look and you laugh again. Rolling his eyes and pretending to fall over, he pops back up and props his dozy head with his elbow against the coffee-brown and burgundy leaves that have scattered and broken on the ground beneath gale-swept branches. Then he waits. 

You take him in in all his intensity, the way his curls ruffle against his hand. The sleeves of his shirt pushed to his elbows, muscles and tendons flexing and taut, brown in the sun and from working outdoors.

You guess you do owe him one. Reaching your free hand towards him, he turns his face into your gentle touch on his jaw, and you just about explode. How could you deny him anything when he looks like this?

“Alright,” You give in, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world.  

The book opens once more, and his pretty eyes follow your slender finger against the printed words with his gaze; you feel observed; shy. And you begin, your voice unsure of itself. But his hand on your thigh is cosy, encouraging.

“Don’t say a word,

Don’t look in my direction,

There’s something on my heart 

That can’t be lifted. 

I give in to wintering 

You won’t see me

Til the buds begin to blossom”. 

“Til the buds begin to blossom.” He repeats slowly, intentionally. 

“You a man of literature now, Miller?” 

He exhales sharply. “Not at all, ma’am. Just a curious one.”

The corner of your lips tugs upwards at this easier side of him - and you hum as you close the book and set it down with care, next to you. You each settle against the other comfortably then, taking in the sights and scents around you. A tranquility has made home inside your bones, with the feeling of his warm front against your back and you raise your face to the rays of sun; still beaming onto you from the early evening sky. Your whole body rests now, soothed by his presence.

Comfortable silence blankets over you both, for a few minutes. 

“So, d’ya like the view?” He asks all of a sudden, kicking his feet back and stretching against the massive tree he’s got you both behind - completely hidden from the view of the gate patrol. He’s been scoping this place out for weeks, he knows it’s safe. 

You feel his shirt ride up against your back and it ignites something that quickly dwarfs anything mellow or peaceful inside you.

“Do I like it, Joel Miller?” You repeat incredulously, turning around and crawling onto his lap; with only a little grace. His rough, calloused hands instinctively come up to your hips, and the denim of your worn jeans suddenly feels far too tight and restrictive for the kinds of lovely, fuzzy messages your body is giving to you. You straighten up, leaning in to breathe; a faint hint of whiskey, lot of smoke. Lot of man. Yours. Your man. 

Before you can unleash the teasing reply you had tucked away for him, an unwelcome thought sobers you. He notices the shadow cross your pretty face, the terrible memory flickering away in the back of your mind. Calling back to your thoughts before, you realise very abruptly that you do owe him one. In fact, you owe him your life for this very afternoon. The seeping heat on your skin and the pastel wildflowers. The gorgeous vermillion colour of the sky. The rush of contentment in your heart.

“I never would have even seen this sunset if it wasn’t for you.” You murmur, lowly enough that he has to strain to hear it. A grumble rumbles in his chest but he says nothing in reply, so you stay quiet, and take his larger hands into yours. Trying to convey how grateful you are with your touch. Hoping it'll osmosis or something. Knowing you can never repay him for his selflessness, his friendship, his sacrifices. 

He clears his throat then, to get your attention, and you lock eyes with him; searching and deep. Knowing. 

“You know I love it.” you whisper, appreciating the deep brown irises framed by spectacular eyelashes. The eyes you’d know absolutely anywhere. “I love it more than anything.”

You’re not talking about the view anymore. 

 He knows it, too; lines softening at the complete adoration on your face, the vulnerability; the way you’re giving it all to him. And he wants it even though he really shouldn’t. He wants you exactly like this for the rest of your lives. Warm and happy, tucked up next to him in some butt-fuck middle of nowhere place in the sun, tending to your garden and reading your books and your poems, unbothered by the harsh realities of the world revolving around you. Away and safe from the sickness and cruelty of the cities.

 He watches carefully the radiant glow that’s touching your expression, and he can’t help but understand then, why you like that poem. 

It’s you. 

In moments like these, when you’re pressed up against him and smelling so sweet he feels heady and drunk, it’s much harder to shove away those very domesticated thoughts he’s been having; of you and the kind of things he wants to give you. The kind of life he wants you to have, together. Although he couldn’t tell you out loud, not yet anyway. He’s working on it. 

You wonder what he's thinking about, leaning to press a soft kiss to his chin to bring him back to earth- closing your eyes at rough stubble brushing against your cheek. You feel an earth-shattering smile and wish you could see, but it’s gone by the time you raise your head again. 

What you do see is a tanned arm reaching behind you to pluck something from the soft earth.

It’s a sunflower. Bright and plush and golden. 

 Like you, he thinks. 

Firm fingers gently and deftly push your strands aside, carefully slipping the green stalk of it right behind your left ear.

Leaning back to peer at you and admire his handiwork, he tucks his hands behind his head.

 He compares what’s in front of him now to his memories of last month; your face tear-tracked and pale in his bed, telling him you didn’t want to live. Him never knowing how to help you, spending those bleak evenings with fear poisoning his every thought, constantly worrying he would come back home to you cold and still. Wrapping himself tight around you in his bed late at night in the hopes he could somehow just piece it all back together by holding you. The memories the experience brought up for him; the ones fuelling his terror of failing you, like he failed her. 

And now you here, surrounded by spring buds blossoming in the sweet change of the season. Wildflowers, peonies, just like you, so easily pleased by the sun and the green of the forest and the view from the top of your apartment building once the snow had begun to melt. Softened by just a little bit of warmth and a lot of love. A lot of care. He's proud of you and how hard you've worked to drag yourself out of the place you were in.

He’s suddenly finding it difficult to control the way he wants to cry with relief. 

You don’t know any of this, of course. But the way he observes you so deliberately sends little shivers down your spine, despite the humidity and haze. You do feel kind of silly sitting like this though, so you reach up to pull the flower from your hair, but his fingers grip your wrist hard and fast before you can get to it and they tell you otherwise, pressing indents into your skin that you'll remember later tonight.

“Don’t.” He says softly. “I like it.”

You try to stop the grin from breaking out but fail miserably, and he's dazzled by it. One smile, and he’s completely and overwhelmingly filled with love for you.

 Yes, he thinks; even at the end of the world, even in this shitty fucking place, this apocalyptic nightmare, you still somehow manage to blossom in the sun.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #tlou #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal universe #happy st paddys day #lmao #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #x reader #pedrostories #pedrohub #irish in my fics? you fucking bet

[fandom-puff]

Satisfaction

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader, Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon

Prompts: //

Summary: YN can’t help but be drawn to finn’s older brother Tommy...

AN: okay so I have VERY mixed feelings about this bc on the one hand bby Finn, but on the other hand, Tommy knows what he’s doing. So basically, Finn and YN are more friends with benefits than boyfriend and girlfriend

Warnings: smut, (sort of) cheating, Dom/sub kink, rough sex, spanking

Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, facing away from a snoring Finn. There was no dull ache in your thighs, no love bites on your skin... you sighed, standing up and wrapping finn’s shirt around yourself as you padded to his little bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed away the sticky mess between your thighs that came all to quickly for your liking. You glared at your reflection, running a hand through your hair. You didn’t look well-fucked and you certainly didn’t feel it. Sighing to yourself, you buttoned the shirt up and slipped into your knickers again before getting back into bed.

What you wouldn’t give to have your knickers torn and your wrists rubbed raw from bonds. As Finn snored, your mind wandered... you nodded off to images of your ass getting swatted, your tits being pinched, your cunt being well and truly used... Finn was a lovely boy, and you’d known him since you were little, but... he was shit at sex. You brought it up several times, asking him to finger you or eat you out or control you in some way, but he always told you he didn’t have the time, that he had to be somewhere. It was always fast, sloppy and over in minutes. And it was leaving you increasingly frustrated.

It all came to a head a few weeks later. As you walked into the garrison, Harry asked if you could take the tray of whiskeys into the snug, as the bar was getting pretty busy. You smiled, happy to help, but when you got into the snug, your ankle rolled in your stupid new shoes, and the glasses shattered to the floor. “Fuck!”

“Now now,” tommy grinned, blowing out a puff of smoke as you got on your knees to tidy the mess up. “Such deplorable language from a sweet young lady. Leading our Finn astray,”

You glared up at him, your lips curling into a pout. “Oh piss off, Shelby,” you hissed.

“Oy. Language.” He said lowly. You stared into his eyes for a moment, unable to stop your shiver at the commanding tone.

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You soon cleared up the mess and got fresh glasses, before Finn pulled you onto his lap. John and Arthur whistled, and you blushed furiously, looking down. A while later, he began pressing clumsy kisses to your neck, mistaking your squirm as you enjoying it. You soon had enough. “Ugh... Finn. Pack it in! I’m no5 in the mood,” you groaned, pushing him away slightly and pouring yourself more whiskey. Finn looked at you.

“Ah come on, YN, let’s go home...” he said, biting his lip at you slightly. He was getting cocky recently, for no rea reason. You didn’t really like it. “I’ll sort you out, eh...”

You gritted your teeth. “No. I’m not going home with you tonight Finn. I’m not in the mood,” you stood up from the table going to the bathroom to take a moment. When you returned to the snug, Finn had left. You sighed feeling a little guilty, but at the same time... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. Eventually John and Arthur left (John to go and relive Esme of the kids, and Arthur because he was very nearly passing out with the amount of whiskey he’d consumed). That left you and tommy.

Tommy watched you for a moment as you leaned back. In actual fact, he’d been watching you since you dropped the glasses. When you pushed Finn away, saying you weren’t in the mood, he had cocked his eyebrow up. You were flustered, your brow slightly clammy... breathing heavily, irritable... oh yes. Tommy Shelby could practically feel the sexual tension radiating off you. He was confused at first- Finn had told his brothers about when he first fucked you, if he wondered in late and looking dazed... clearly his younger brother was enjoying himself more than his fuck buddy. “Finn worn you out then?” He smirked, sipping his drink. You looked up with wide eyes.

“Wh...” you began. You were about to bluff, but then you saw the stony look etched onto his handsome face and buckled, unwittingly allowing yourself to submit to him without him really trying. “No. Not in the slightest,” you murmured, looking down to your lap.

“Eyes up.”

Your head shot up and you looked at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirked. “So responsive. Haven’t even touched you yet. Come here,” he arched his brows in question, and you quickly crawled over to him. You sighed happily, letting him stroke your hair affectionately as you kneeled on the booth. “You’re practically buzzing with energy...” he murmured. “I bet you’ve never had a proper orgasm, have you pet?” You blushed slightly and mumbled, looking down. “What’s that? Speak up,” he ordered. You looked up and gulped.

“I have but... not with Finn,” you said, biting your lip softly. Tommy smirked.

“Not with Finn, ay? With somebody else then?” You shook your head and his eyes darkened. “Oh... by your own hands?”

“Yes sir,” you murmured. Tommy squeezed your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, leaning close to you.

“Like a little slut, ay? Naughty little sluts like you deserve to be punished, don’t they, Hmm?” You moaned wantonly, nodding eagerly.

“ Please...” you whispered.

***

Not fifteen minutes later you found yourself pushed up against your front door by your throat as tommy kissed you roughly while you shoved his coat off his arms. He wedged his thigh between your legs, groaning as he trailed kisses down your neck as you ground your hips on his leg.

“Look at you, already so needy,” he growled, biting your shoulder harshly. You whined out, quivering with excitement. “Tell me what you want, yn, and make sure you ask nicely,”

You moaned softly. “P-please, sir, please f-fuck me and spank me... please make me cum, please sir!”

Tommy smirked, kissing your forehead. “Good girl. Go to your bedroom. I want you naked. I want you with your face down and your pretty arse up, with your legs spread... off you go,” you moaned softly and nodded eagerly, practically running to get into position. He shook his head fondly at your innocent eagerness. He soon arrived in your room and groaned at the sight, licking his lips. “Right... YN... this will be more intense than what you’ve ever had, you understand?” You nodded. “Verbal answers,” he said sharply.

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked.

“So if it gets too much, you’re to tell me. If it gets too much, say... red, alright? Colour system. Amber if it’s getting too intense, red if you really need to stop, Green if everything is okay. So, what colour are you now?”

“Green, sir,” you said, biting your lip. He nodded and came up behind you. You held your breath for a moment, waiting for him to fuck you into oblivion.

His hand cracked against your arse and you jolted, letting out a squeal.

“Colour?” Tommy asked, rubbing away the sting.

“Still green. More, please, more!” You begged.

“Whore,” he said simply, before planting three more spanks on your arse in rapid succession. He let you calm down for a moment, before alternating between each cheek, warming up your skin. “Good girl. Such a good girl. Whose good girl are you, YN?”

“Y-yours, Tommy! Yours!” You cried out, biting your lip hard. He gave you a few more swats before dipping his fingers into your wetness. “Oh- Oh! Please fuck me, please!” You moaned, pushing yourself back on his fingers. He grinned, smearing your wetness around your needy cunt, before tasting you. He groaned softly.

“I’m going to have to have you coming on my tongue at some point, love. You don’t half taste amazing,” he moaned, unzipping his trousers, lining his cock up. Slowly, he pushed into you, groaning at your tightness while you whimpered at his size.

He left you to adjust for a moment before you began grinding your hips slightly. He grabbed hold of your hips, pushing his fingers into your flesh, starting to fuck you ruthlessly. The constant assault of your most sensitive spots had you moaning like a well-paid whore within moments as tommy fucked you. You cried out, already seeing spots as tommy pounded into you, and you whimpered when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You like this, eh, love? Like being fucked like a little slut?” You moaned almost embarrassingly loud, unable to stop the sound as it escaped your lips. You could barely form the word ‘yes’ and Tommy just smirked down at you. As he fucked you, he spanked your arse a few more times, loving the way you jolted and tightened your cunt around him. You were so tight, so warm, so wet... he felt his cock twitch slightly in warning and he moaned, reaching around you to rub your sensitive little clit. You cried out, your whole body shaking as you held back your orgasm, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Please!” You squealed, arching your back.

“Please what darling?” He groaned through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming a little sloppier. Even his sloppy thrusts made your eyes roll back, you noted.

“Please may I cum? Please?” You groaned out. When tommy told you yes, you let out a loud, broken cry of sheer ecstasy, your front half pitching forward into the pillows as you muffled your sighs. You felt tommy pull out and whined from the loss, but moaned again when you felt his cum spattering against the backs of your thighs. He pushed his thumb roughly against your clit and you screamed, overstimulated but still pushing against his hand, rutting your hips against his calloused thumb until you came again, your vision blurring- whether from tears or pure pleasure (or both) you couldn’t quite decipher. After what felt like the tenth powerful orgasm (in reality it was perhaps the fourth or maybe fifth) you pushed Tommy’s hand away from your sex, moaning “enough... red,”.

Tommy smiled and wiped you clean, coming to your side. “You were a very good girl for me, YN,” he murmured, stroking the tears off your cheeks. “Very good,” you smiled lazily and let your eyes droop slightly, completely spent. Tommy smiled and tucked a blanket around you gently, kissing your forehead. You had no idea how this would affect your relationship... whether Finn would still keep asking you round for a quick fuck when he felt like it, or if tommy didn’t like to share... all that you’d sort out in the morning, but for now you were well fucked and sated, your hair a complete mess, a dull ache already blooming between your legs, lovebites on your shoulders... you were, for the first time in your life, utterly well-fucked.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 27

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, mention of weapons 

A/N:  more musical references ... who would’ve thought? but now i’m also adding disney references bc referencing is my passion (unless it’s for essays, then screw referencing). also i’m very sorry for being late with this chapter something happened last night and i couldn’t finish it. i hope you enjoy this chapter x

NEXT CHAPTER

    - Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six ...  - a choir of two voices echoed through the reading room in the Forrest household with one being significantly deeper while the other much higher and almost baby like. However if asked, Y/N would solely deny that being.5 made her a baby and she would constantly put five fingers up in pride of her young age. Accompanying the two voices, there was the soft sound of the very old piano which had been with the Forrest family for more than a century - sept, huit, neuf.

   - Fantastic. Play the last three notes for me by yourself this time. - Daniel smiled at the much younger Y/N dressed in a hand-me down white ruffled dress with her hair pushed out of the way by a velvet white string. Y/N giggled, her babyish laughter echoing through the room before she could concentrate on the keys of the piano, her fingers pressing the same combination as just before. 

   - Sept, huit, neuf ... Sept, huit, neuf. - her fingers played through the keys as her still very badly spoken French came through but that was the life of a lady who was to grow up to stand next to an heiress; educated in the arts and languages, polite and classic, a picture and reflection of true perfection. Fake it until you make it, it’s what her governess told her constantly. - Sept, huit, neuf. 

  - One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. - Daniel joined in with a lower key, quickly playing through the keys and ending at the nine making Y/N smile in relief. Whenever he changed to English it normally meant the lesson was over and while Y/N loved music, she didn’t enjoy it for three hours straight in the early morning. - You know birdie, whenever you don’t wanna be somewhere try to pretend you do.

  - It’s too early. - she whined, head leaned against the keys of the very expensive shiny black instrument. 

  - Alright, birdie, go on a do whatever it is you do in your free time.

Before he could even shut down the piano’s hood, Y/N was already on her feet, the small sounds of new tiny shoes becoming further and further as she exited the reading room and bolted towards the attic. At 5 years old, the young handmaid had mastered a way to get the high door open by using two tennis rackets tied together with one of her hair strings. After doing this, the stairs came collapsing down allowing her to climb them into the attic. 

Looking around like a squirrel afraid of being caught, she returned to the pile of boxes she had found when she was rummaging through whatever had been left there. She wasn’t entirely sure who it belonged to or what it was but she was convinced that it was filled with something that looked pretty enough to belong to a princess. Opening the first box she came face to face with a gold coloured head piece. Curiously, she grabbed it from the box rushing over to a pretty old mirror with already dark spots and a bit of browning. Curiously, she lifted up the headpiece, placing it on her head. Her eyes seemed to wander around her reflection before the headpiece started to slide down, a bit too big of her. Before it could reach the floor, however, Y/N grabbed it, noticing a few letters on the in the piece. 

 - Y/N, the French tutor is here. 

 - I’m going. 

Y/N watched as Sebastian in awe as he cooked her cheese toastie. Sure, a cheese toastie wasn’t a culinary masterpiece and it was the furthest thing from being a hard task, still she was just entranced by the sight imagining what things could be. Dreaming is a dangerous two edged swords allowing you to envision everything your heart desires yet having the power to keep it as further yet close enough to reach but never have. She could almost see it, she could almost see and hear the future that would never be. With eyes wandering to the piano in the living room, she could see and hear being sat at the piano teaching her child how to play while Sebastian made his cheese toasties in the kitchen. Yet again dreams aren’t reality, reality is much more bitter and unforgiven. 

    - Look at that, unburned. - Sebastian slide a perfectly white porcelain plate towards her containing the delicious snack. 

    - I’m rather scared that burning is your only evaluating tool for cooking. - she tried to hold in a little child-like smile but her muscles had more strength. - Thank you.

    - Well, angel, unless you can cook better than me I believe you have no right in criticising. - he took a seat very close to her, choosing to instead stare at her rather than eat along with her. At that comment Y/N scoffed, giving him a look that made him question his statement and wonder if she was some sort of hidden stellar cook. 

   - I would say I can, at least, cook better than you. 

   - What can’t you do? You’re like this untouchable Edwardian woman. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who is so effortlessly ready to be in high society.

   - I don’t belong in high society. - she seemed to stare blankly at the wall of the kitchen and how perfectly straight the back splash had been placed. Every single square perfectly placed yet not noticeable by its own, unless bringing perfection to the whole piece itself. - You just have to pretend you do. No one in this business is gonna give their daughter up to be standing next to someone who’s bound to inherit an empire ... you said yourself, if they shoot at an heiress they’ll shoot at you too. It’s more like picking someone off the street and dressing them up just good enough that you believe they’re untouchable. 

   - You don’t give yourself enough credit. 

   - I think you just see me through rose coloured glasses. - she took a bite off the sandwich. - You know what? That’s pretty good. 

   - Thanks, angel. - he kissed the top of her head. - Hey, how about we do something you really like tonight? 

   - No. - she held his hand. - Let’s do something you like to do. We never do something you like to do, why don’t you pick?

   - Angel, I don’t think you’d enjoy it. 

  - It can’t be that bad. - she put what was left from the sandwich in the plate, wiping her hands clean from the grease. -  You do what I want all the time. 

  - I like making you happy, angel. - he leaned towards her, placing a soft and quick kiss on top of her nose. - Besides, you haven’t made me do anything particularly torturous. 

  - No. - she crossed her arms at him, jumping from her high seat. - We are doing something you like doing tonight. 

  - Okay, angel. Let’s go then. 

There was no denying her, or at least he hadn’t built a backbone to deny her yet. Nevertheless, he took her back to the garage yet instead of walking into the unit they had just been in, both of them kept walking and walking passing various units with various numbers, probably belonging to other tenants. He finally stopped in front of an abnormally large unit which had a pin code pad. Quickly and almost mechanically he put the code in which made the door unlock allowing him the open it up. Stepping inside, this unit was way more organised than the last one with what looked like a small version of a shooting range. A mob boss liking to shoot ... original. 

  - Do the neighbours not complain about the noise? - she wondered out loud. 

  - Soundproof walls. - he gave her his regular pearly white smile, taking a pair of noise cancelling headphones and googles from the wall. - Besides, it’s my building. 

  - I’m sure someone probably has complained. - she teased as he put a pair of googles on her face. - Have you ever shot a gun, angel?

  - I did archery in school. - she shrugged. Gwen and Dan usually went for the shooting range back when they were younger but Y/N was always one to take that time to herself and stay home either practicing for her lessons or reading. Besides, she was entirely sure she didn’t even know how a gun worked. - Didn’t have a good aim.

 - Well, this it’s not entirely like archery. - he opened a black panel, grabbing a matte black revolver before handing it to her. Y/N, however, stared at it untrusting of the object. - You’ve grown up with the mob, don’t tell you’ve never touched a gun. 

 - They told me not to and I enjoy following rules. - Y/N crossed her arms, defensive of her statement which made Sebastian smirk. - Besides, what if I touched it and it accidentally shot me? 

 - It’s locked, angel. - he placed the revolver in front of the circle target so he could put the noise cancelled headphones on her, leaving it just spaced enough so he could still talk to her. - Besides, maybe you should know how to defend yourself.

 - Okay. - still a bit guarded, she picked up the weapon, placing herself in line with the target while Sebastian was by her side. 

 - It’s a quick-lock system. - he helped her unlock the gun. - Now, regularly most of the ones in the mob have a quick-lock system so if you’re eve ...

 - I don’t wanna think about it. - the memory of the gunshot from earlier had her not in the mood to think about danger. Maybe there was imminent danger to avoiding the probability of her being hurt but half her mind wanted to believe that people wouldn’t shot at her. Sebastian tightened his lips, changing his narrative. - What if it shoot you by accident?

 - Angel, that is pointing nowhere near me. - he tapped her elbow. - Eyes on the target and pull the trigger. 

Y/N swallowed in dry, looking up from the gun to the bullseye before pulling the trigger. The sound didn’t hit her as hard due to the headphones but she still took a step back out of surprised followed by an upset moan due to the fact the bullet had hit the furthest place from the target. 

  - Right... - Sebastian placed himself behind her, arms coming up to her, almost mirroring her position so he could move her arms and overall aim in the right position. - Take a deep breathe, pick your target, concentrate and shoot. 

  - Okay. - she took a deep breath, feeling his skin too close to her in a way which almost made her too weak on the knees to concentrate on the target. Nevertheless, she focused on the bullseye, pressing the trigger which caused a back/forward motion and the bullet when straight into the target making her eyes and smile widen as her ego swelled up with pride. She turned around, pulling Sebastian into a hug. - I did it!

Sebastian locked the revolver, placing it back on the table before returning to a very enthusiastic Y/N yet not very excited to do it again. Nevertheless, Sebastian was happy she at least knew how to use a weapon, just in case. As he opened his mouth to say something, his phone started to ring. God, just fantastic. Sighing in defeat, he put his phone on to his hear, a fairly familiar yet annoying voice coming through. Y/N watched in confusion, not entirely sure who was at the phone but from what she could manage from his words it seemed like he was getting an invite which he was very against. After what felt like a good 5 or 10 minutes of speaking on the phone, begrudgingly he turned his phone off, looking at Y/N with a look which was very indescribable.  

  - Are you okay? - she took a few steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, one of her hands coming to brush his hair soothingly. - Who was it?

  - Gwen. She’s spending New Years at the Ritz and she wants you to go. 

  - The Ritz? I thought she was going to Monaco. 

 - Seems like she decided to stay in New York and wants you and me there for good measure. 

 - I know for a fact she does not enjoy your company? Why the sudden change of heart?

 - We are getting married in two weeks, angel. I would call it PR but then again, what hasn’t been PR with the two of us?

 - Oh ... right ... the wedding. - sometimes Y/N forgot that she was very much involved with a man stuck in his engagement. It wasn’t like he could break it, that was a death sentence and probably the biggest mistake he could make. However, she still didn’t know how she was gonna handle it. Maybe Mr. Forrest was right, maybe she should go to Paris after all of this was over, maybe she should just start to distance herself but how could she distance herself from someone who is just so magnetic without even trying? How do you ignore a magnetic pull? - Well, I guess we should pack ... again. 

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[langdxn]

ok ok so first of all, LOVED ‘the drug in me is you’ !!!!! but i raise you,, micHAEL having HATE (like absolutely rough, degradation, choking, everytHING ) sex bc he feels betrayed by reader but by the end of it he’s broken down and crying saying “i love you im so, so sorry i love you”

OH BABE DON’T DO THIS TO ME 🥵🥵🥵 This got a little crazy so I apologise if this is more intense than you hoped…

“You need to learn your place, little bitch,” Michael snarled, digging his fingers roughly into the flesh of your thighs and yanking them around his waist. “You don’t own this Outpost, I do.”

His Outpost desk was sharp, cool, unforgiving on your legs as he’d forcibly shoved you up onto it and shed your clothes with a flick of his wrist.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Boy Wonder?” Your words spat like venom, curled lips spewing fury as you simply watched him ravage you, skewing your insolence into a sadistic seduction. “Gonna fuck the disobedience out of me?”

“You know the routine well, I see,” he mused callously, breaking his hard gaze into your eyes as he glanced down to release his length from his dress pants. “That’s an interesting reflection on the frequency of these betrayals, Mrs Langdon.”

Your vision followed his, falling upon his flushed, erect member as he palmed lightly at his tip, leaking precum as he neared your waiting entrance. You swallowed thickly as you observed the veins of his cock pulsing wildly, impatiently, desperately.

“No you fucking don’t,” he snapped. His free hand shot to curl around your throat, applying a dangerous amount of pressure to your airways. “You don’t get to watch me fuck your brains out. You get to watch me put you back in your position at the bottom of the chain of command in here.”

“All this because I went to Gallant’s room after hours?” Your hips bucked into him as he stalled at your folds, his tip ghosting over the fresh droplets of your arousal collecting at your entrance.

“All this because you seem to have carelessly forgotten that you need me in order to survive,” Michael hissed, rearing his hips back before snapping forward and stretching your folds open in one swift motion, already nudging near your cervix as he bottomed out inside you. You cried out in pain and ecstasy in equal measure, your shrill, piercing emission only serving to drive Michael’s hips into you harder and faster.

“You haven’t fucked me in weeks, what else was I supposed to do? Turn into a bitter, twisted hag like Venable?”

“Is that all you think about? Filling this pathetic little cunt?” Michael seethed, casting a disgusted glare at you as he drew his hips back and pounded into you like he hated you. “You’re aware Gallant swings the other way, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t trying to screw Gallant, Michael,” your brows furrowed as your back arched to meet his ruthless pace. “I was trying to—to screw you!”

“Don’t lie to me, you’re such a desperate whore you’d take any dick you could find.” Michael punctuated his sentence with a rough thrust and a tighter squeeze on your oesophagus that left you spluttering, eyes popping and your head throwing back to the ceiling. “You’re lucky I needed something to cum inside tonight.”

“Your words don’t hurt me, baby,” you sassed back, knowing full well that winding him up in this state was a risky game, but his words were hurting you and your best defence was an offence. “I know you love me.”

His lips furled into a snarl as you fixed on his cold gaze, watching his irises bleed black and the whites of his eyes set alight with vibrant red veins, his signature red eyeshadow assuming the searing shade of white heat.

“That’s my problem, I guess,” he sighed sarcastically while his hips crashed into yours at a furious pace, nudging his tip against your walls so hard and so persistently, a hollow ache burned in the pit of your stomach. “I have a weakness for giving selfish little sluts what they want.”

“So give me what I want then, daddy,” you transformed your slick tone into the breathless, needy vibes he sounded so desperate to hear. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“That’s the most sensible thing you’ve said ever since we got to this Outpost.” His free hand joined the other wrapped around your throat and anchored himself at your neck as he slammed against you with sheer brute force. “I do own you, princess. I own you and I can extinguish you just as easily. You’d do well to remember that before disobeying me.”

His forceful words projecting from his sallow, demonic face stirred a sadistic desire you hadn’t felt with Michael before. Sure, his devilish alternate countenance had emerged many times since you arrived at Outpost 3, but never in such a manner that he let it out on you and you alone. The rush of adrenaline, the electric bolts through your every nerve, the uncontrollable obedience that his look commanded — he was all too aware he held every atom of power over you and it was only a matter of time before you passed out from his attempts.

“Open wide,” he hummed, pressing the pad of his thumb into your chin and slowly prizing your jaw open. As you obeyed, flattening your tongue and hollowing out your cheeks as dutifully as possible, Michael pursed his lips and spat onto your tongue. A satisfied groan followed from you both, before he gave you a curt nod to signal to swallow, which you also obeyed. “Good to see you know where you stand now, kitten.”

“Perhaps now you can start fucking me properly.”

The words came out before you had a chance to consider the consequences.

As his lips parted gently with surprise, Michael’s vicious thrusts intensified and both of his thumbs pressed deeper into your windpipe, your vision slowly blurring and a kaleidoscope of colours dancing across the appearance of your blonde-haired demon fucking into you. “You’re going to regret that, little bitch.”

Jackhammering his hips to crash against yours faster than ever, you could’ve sworn you felt his cock pummelling up into your throat, his relentless pace swelling your aching folds and pounding against your sensitive spot. Clenching fervently around his length, you felt your consciousness slip from you just as your walls began to tremble and flutter around him.

“Michael, I—“

You couldn’t warn him, it was too late. Your eyes quivered shut and your last lingering feeling before you passed out — his release flooding feverishly inside you.

“Baby please…”

“… please wake up…”

“Please baby…”

Michael’s panicked sobs echoed through the void.

The cavernous ache in your core stormed back into your nerves as you slowly regained consciousness. Straining to open your eyes, you found a grey blur of Michael’s black shirted chest pressed against your cheek, his hands trembling as they held your back to keep you upright. His chest heaving frantically against you, he felt your breaths returning to you.

“Princess, are you, are you okay?”

“I…” you couldn’t find the strength to respond. You planted your hands down beside you to find you were now sat amongst the cool satin sheets of your bed, Michael’s hard wood desk no longer jabbing into your thighs.

“I, I’m so sorry,” he cried, one hand brushing over your hair, an attempt to comfort both you and him. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Wh… what happened?”

“I took it too far,” he admitted, swallowing harshly as his motion thundered against your cheek. “I took it way too far.”

Pulling back from his embrace to look at him as your hooded eyes slowly peeled open, you found his terrified face with dried tear tracks gazing down at you, his eyes back to their usual piercing blue and his cheeks full of colour, full of fear.

“It’s, it’s okay,” you stuttered weakly, pressing both palms on his chest as you forced your eyes wide open. “I’m alright now.”

“I love you,” Michael sighed softly, pulling you in for a deep, lingering kiss, mumbling breathlessly against your lips. “I love you so much, I’m so sorry for what I did… and what I said.”

Michael shivered as he held you close, fingers digging into your back in the hope his embrace could bring you some warmth to regain your strength. Breathing deeply, you strained to beam a warm smile back at Michael.

“We… we should do that more often.”

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[ahsung]

2020 CREATOR WRAP: FAVORITE WORKS

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work

I was tagged by: @gimme-a-chocolate, @koreandragon, @deokmis and @cuddlybitch! Thank you for tagging me <3

jipyeong and dosan’s hilarious friendship: i kinda love how the colours look on this like i experimented with really vibrant sets for start-up and i kinda hate most of them looking back now but this one actually turned out pretty nice

the funny behind the scenes for totnt: i love how this did numbers while it isn’t like a scene from an actual kdrama like i appreciate how everyone also appreciated how funny this entire vid was

this one school nurse files gifset: funniest thing about this was seeing a kfan on twt reposting like the second gif with like 3k retweets... i was like shit i have been found on korean drama twitter... what do i do with this info

rooftop talks with my fav prosecutor and detective duo: this scene was insanely pretty like the pinks especially make the set look so good like they shot this so well i feel like i could’ve coloured it horribly and it still would be a pretty set

2020, the year i stop sleeping on life on mars: okay so let’s make way for one of my favourite dramas of all time the cinematography, the casting, the plot was mostly good and the side pining... amazing *chef’s kiss* exactly my style <333 i put kinda a lot of effort into this set and it turned out exactly how i wanted so that was a win

this where your eyes linger set: i love the colours of this set and i just like the vibes it gives overall... the funniest thing is that i think i got the size wrong bcs i was experimenting with this ratio for the first time so i think its like 500px instead of 540px wide ahahah

cloy... oh cloy this feels like years ago: this set did numbers and good for it like i just did not expect it to i simply giffed bcs i like giffing green scenic scenes and thought i’d gif something to end the drama with... i think i also giffed another scene from the last ep and i thought that one would be more popular but this went post went off

hospital playlist scenes from trailer: the fact i giffed from a trailer shows how excited i was for this drama and like i think i giffed this after ep1 aired and was like damn i am excited but yeah i love this gifset a tad bit

i haven’t made a lot of sets this year actually so this wasn’t too hard to narrow down and pick my favourite ahaha

tagging (tried to tag ppl that haven’t already done it but don’t feel forced to do it <3): @kaydrama, @yesdramas, @yewon, @minhyowon, @cheonsoho, @sunghoons, @captainjoongki, @kdramanewbie, @lavenderbyun, @leekangdoo,  @haeyeongs, @banghae, @ryn-s, @wooyoungbby, @sofarawayinthemilkyway, @oh-haru, @hinakudos, @mufalo​, @ignitesme​

#tag games #2020 creator wrap #thank your tagging me <33

[jessiebanethedragon]

Scuttle (5/?)

takes place after the reader and crosshair have their first kiss because i thought it would be cool/different to write it like this (i have a plant dw) also i’ve left her trauma kind of ambiguous hinting rather than stating bc i don’t feel like it’s my place to say how a reader would react idk. 

also also reader sometimes goes by Yona instead of y/n just because it means rain and i thought it would be kinda cute

Tech finds your fascination with hyperspace fascinating but a little worrying. You seem to spend hours sitting by whichever window you have chosen for that moment, watching the universe whizz by. Sometimes he sits with you, and you both talk about your theories for explaining the galaxy. He learns that your parents never left your homeworld once you were born and nicknamed you Yona after the rain that poured down so often. He mentions it offhand to Crosshair and catches him whispering it to himself later that day. Tech himself sticks to calling you Fairywren, while Wrecker has committed to little bird, Hunter goes with Fairywren like Tech but Crosshair has decided on not using your name or any of the many nicknames the bad batch have for you. 

Infact, he’s starting avoiding you all together. 

You flit around the ship like a plague according to him, Hunter and Tech can’t figure out why the sniper has such a disdain for everything you do but it’s getting out of hand.

“When do we drop out of hyperspace?” He asks one day while you’re perched in the cockpit staring out the window, away from the current conversation. 

“Soon.” Hunter states his focus on his holopad, receiving instructions from Cody about laying low. 

“How soon?” Crosshair presses, keeping an eye on the door that separates you from hearing him. 

“Doesn’t matter.” Hunter says, getting slightly annoyed with his brother, not to be dramatic but you’re literally a joy to have around. All the batchers love you to bits and Hunter is frustrated that Crosshair is being a spoilsport. 

“It matters to me.” 

“Yeah we get it. You can't stand Fairywren, because she’s the problem and you can't wait to get rid of her.” Hunter snaps, putting his holopad down.  “Just days ago you were all over her, what happened to ‘we aren't leaving her’?” He’s staring at Crosshair, enhanced senses burning into his soul.   

“Just a little leftover Hutt goo.”  You’d said to him, not that he’d heard, his face was on fire, burned from where you had touched it. And he is surprised he didn't flinch away from your touch, had he become that accustomed to you already? Was Crosshair so entranced by you in such a short amount of time that he was already missing your touch? No. He doesn't know you. You don't know him. He’s memorized every part of your face, but you don’t matter to him. His heart seems to beat for every smile you give him. But you have no effect on the sniper. Every shot he takes is one to protect you from anymore trauma. But he doesn't give a damn about your feelings. Love at first sight doesn't exist, soulmates are fake. And even if they did Crosshair doesn't want it. 

Kamino broke him, being defected, trained and thrown away for your one purpose does that to person. He tells himself to hate you for putting him back together.

“Nothing changed.  But we aint a charity.” He tells his sergeant, who absolutely knows he is lying. But because he doesn't know why he’s lying, Hunter lets the conversation drop, but mostly because he can hear you get up from the co-pilot's seat and head towards the door. 

“Wrecker says we’re dropping out of hyperspace soon.” You report, popping your head out of the door. “Says it'll look cool.” You add with a blush. Hunter chuckles a tad and says something about going to let Tech know. Leaving you to stare at Crosshair. 

“Ram'ser” you say all of a sudden, slow and precise, testing out the word and being very careful of  your pronunciation. 

“What?” Crosshair spits, more surprised than malicious. Since when did you speak mando’a? You visibly flinch at his words. 

“Tech likes to talk to me in phrases of mando’a  and have me guess what they mean.” you explain slowly. “He uses that word when he talks about you.” 

“Yeah? Good for him.” Crosshair is glaring at his reflection in the table. He hates this, he wants to hate you. He can’t stand the way the words come out of his mouth, but his head reminds him that you will be safest far away from the war. And that means he can't catch feelings and any that have slipped through must be thrown away. He hears the door slip closed as you retreat to watch the stars again. Tech and Hunter follow moments later, Hunter looking down at his vod with a sigh. Stupid enhanced hearing. He heard every word. 

You land on a desert planet you already can't remember the name of, but apparently it’s a neutral system and a good place to lay low. The sand dunes make you frown because they go as far as the eye can see, and Tech makes you take a spare pair of goggles and a makeshift hooded cape that was fashioned out of a lightweight tarp from the hold. That combined with your clean (albeit mud stained) pants and an oversized shirt you fit right in with the mess of inhabitants on the planet. 

“You’ll get itchy.” Hunter tells you when he sees that you’ve sat yourself in the sand and are now in the process of burying your legs in the strange stuff. 

“Sorry, I’ve just never really seen this stuff.” You apologize but Hunter waves it off with a smile. 

“It’s okay, just a heads up. Stuff gets everywhere.” You reluctantly pull yourself out of the sand, joining everyone by the edge of the sand dune, looking over at the nearby city in the distance. 

“So what haven't you guys seen?” You ask as you struggle to walk down the intense slope. 

“We don’t see a lot of water usually.” Tech says, “but only because not many species can survive underwater.” 

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” The bad batch is used to your barrage of questions. It’s one of the things they like most about having you around, from favourite colours to wild would you rather questions, your brain is always humming with things that take you away from where you are. it’s also beginning to worry Tech.

“Somewhere small and quiet.” Hunter says quickly, the light, heat and everything else already giving him a headache. 

“Coruscant.” Tech answers, the complete opposite of his brother. “Libraries and Jedi temple.” He explains further. 

“Kamino.” Wrecker says, surprising you. You had assumed they all hated it there. “Home is home.” He explains with a smile. Crosshair doesn't say anything, but he can feel the eyes on him. 

“What?” He says to the four faces looking at him. 

“Cross would go to Hoth, because it’s cold.” Wrecker sasses him with a slight push. 

“Shut up Wrecker.” he snaps, in a very bad mood today. 

“Or anywhere his cyare is.” Wrecker adds without thinking. Making Hunter, you and Tech very confused. That's a word you haven't heard from Tech before and both him and Hunter are trying to figure out who Wrecker is talking about while Crosshair looks like he’s actually going to explode. 

“What did you just say?” He says each word is its own sentence. 

“Cross has a cyare?” Tech is now thinking out loud (another habit of his) “no way Cross has a cyare we would know if he did. I mean we are with him all the time so it’s not like we wouldn’t  know them or have met them…” His rambling fades into the background when Wrecker speaks up again. 

“Wait Tech, Sarge? You two seriously didn't notice?” He asks, shocked that his clever brothers hadn't picked it up. 

“Wrecker, shut your trap.” Crosshair orders, and a very tense silence falls over the group, and you’re only a third of the way to the city. You decide to ask Tech what the word means later.  And the now very awkward walk continues, that is until a speeding starts  to approach you from the town. 

“Bad batch! Defensive positions!” Hunter calls to them, and within seconds they have their helmets on. except for Cross whose helmet is still in the bottom of that lake, but has a new one waiting for him at base. But either way they’re all ready for combat in record time, leaving you to shake awkwardly in the middle of them, closing your eyes. repeating the things Tech told you during a window sitting sessions  

“not my fault not my fault not my fault.” 

“Civi’s!” Tech calls, having analyzed the people within the speeder, it’s a Twi’lek woman with a young child. She does, however, raise a blaster before addressing  the group.

“Saw the ship land. Thought someone or something might need help.” She says, eying the group. “Clones eh?” She adds. “Can't be here. Neutral system.”  She lowers the blaster. 

“We just need a few days.” Hunter says, taking his helmet off. 

“Perhaps you didn't hear me.” She’s more aggressive now. “You can’t be here. One day or a hundred, we don't care. Get gone.” You step forward. 

“Hunter we should go.” You whisper, looking at the mother and her young one. 

“Kriff,” The twi’lek sighs when she sees you. “Huxx has already got a bounty on her.” She looks at you with pity. 

“Thought you said this was a neutral planet.” Crosshair snaps. 

“Bounty is a bounty, no matter who’s side it’s for.” She says shaking her head. She pauses thinking for a minute. “All i can offer you is the fact that any planets around here will have been given the same information.” 

“What if I had credits?” You ask, it’s dangerous. But you know if one person saw the ship more must know by now. 

“You’d need a lot of credits and a really stupid person to let you camp out here. Especially with clones” she says, beginning to bargain. 

“What about credits, a nice person, and no clones?” You counter taking a pouch out of your pants pockets. 

“That might work. For a couple days that is.” She agrees. 

“Absolutely not.” Hunter interrupts. “We aren't leaving you.” Ignoring someone with a sniper rifle mumbling ‘hypocrite’ under his breath. 

“The name’s Leeya” she tells you, ignoring Hunter. 

“Yona.” You reply, moving to hop in the speeder, but stopped by Hunter's hand. 

“This isn't happening.” He says firmly. 

“Get in the speeder and tell your very angry friends to find something to wear other than armour.” Leeya smiles softly at you.

“We’ll be back soon.” Tech speaks up, very nervous, just as the rest of his batch. 

“I know,” You tease, “who else is gunna listen to you if i’m not around?” He laughs a little, and you hug him goodbye, before wrapping your arms around Hunter and Wrecker in turn. Crosshair doesn't move. 

“See ya around.” He says, turning away, and there’s a crack forming in your heart. You know he’s been different recently, you know he’s just putting up with you. But you thought there was something there. The present evidence seems to prove you wrong. Wrecker’s looking between you and Crosshair in disbelief. He sees you begin to inwardly collapse, hands around your middle, head down, just like the time he dropped the Gonk droid and scared the living daylights out of you.

“Wrecker!” Crosshair all but screams as he’s lifted into the  air by his brother. Of course he heard him stomp up behind him but he definitely wasn't expecting to be snatched from where he stood. 

“She’s your kriffing cyare!” He booms, before unceremoniously shoving Crosshair down into the sand in front of you. It would be funny if you weren't so shocked by Wreckers actions. Crosshair pulls himself up and whips around, arm cocked ready to throw a punch. The hardest  glare you’ve ever seen on his face. But it falls when you gently take hold of his arm. 

He’s taken back to the night he kissed you, and you begged him to keep the nightmares at bay.  He blinks and he’s taken back to the morning he woke with you in his arms. All at once  he remembers and forgets why he was pushing you away.

“Crosshair…” You start, but he pulls you into a crushingly tight hug before you finish. Nose to your hair, and your hands around his neck. Like they were made to be there. 

“I-I” he starts what would be an apology that he knows won't be enough. 

“It’s okay,” you interrupt. “Just be back soon.” and in a haze he watches you pull away from him and get into the speeder. 

“But I promised…” He whispers to himself. “I promised not to leave you…” you’re becoming a speck on the horizon, and he should be happy, he doesn't have to torture himself by refusing to love you anymore. 

Except part of him knows, as he feels his heart get torn from his chest, the real torture has just begun.

tags: @mangoberry43 @imalovernotahater @professionaltrashcompactor @vesperstalksclones @haloangel391 

#the clone wars #clones #clone wars #clone wars x reader #clone wars x you #the clone wars x reader #starwars #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #crosshair #crosshair x reader #clone trooper crosshair #bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch x reader #wrecker #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper tech #clone trooper hunter #hunter clone #sergeant hunter #hunter

[geeeooorrrge]

thank you for tagging me @bakuturnnine 💖

Rules: It’s time to love yourself. Choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artist/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagging: i can’t think of anyone i know who hasn’t already done this djdkddjkkd i’ll tag @mclarenrenaissance and also @countingstars-17 for your wonderful edits ✨

works under the cut ↓

1. and everything in between - ok, i’m cheating bc this was created like 4 years ago (this series is still going on though!) but it still remains one of my best children. it was football fandom times but of course, the og, my first love, i met so many people from this fic and this series that i still talk to today although the series has stretched to four parts and almost 900k words and hasn’t been updated in eight months. i really fell in love with writing while writing this and it will always mean a lot to me :’) 

2. and in the end i will seek you out amongst the stars - THIS one is the og of my f1 fics. og lestappen! it was when lockdown first started and because of this fic i got back into f1 after 10 years away from it and i spent every day watching videos and old races. it was so much fun. i still love this concept of seeing colour after you’ve met your soulmate and sometimes i get emotional that i will never be able to go back and re-write this fic and feel the same emotions all over again. i love this one very much.

3. there is a place that i call home. but it’s not where i am welcome. - our big boyyyy. it’s 50k words of madness. so much effort was put into this fic, so many days and nights of researching and i really really love how it all came together in the end. probably one of the deepest one-shot fics i’ve ever written, i personally love how the mythology themes reflect in the characters and i just love all the other themes are embedded in it for you to figure out. 

4. baby, it’s a violent world - i was torn between choosing my short maxiel fic or this one dkjdkjkdj BUT i had to go with this because this idea had been in my head for a loooooong time but for a different pairing. so i love that i finally got around to writing it. i love love writing dark themed/mental health themed fics and this was one of them. though it was very difficult writing this one, i just really like how i managed to cover the process of max getting hurt and healing in the end. this fic is dark and soft at the same time and i just like what i’ve done with it.

5. in the night, we are wild-eyed - i am in LOVE with this au. this is my first fic that was inspired by a feeling instead of a scenario/pairing. i love this au, i love that it’s set in the night, and i love the feeling of freedom and invincibility that it gives you. it doesn’t seem as well-received as all my others but i really enjoyed writing it so much and this au lives in my head rent-free and will do so for the rest of my life. i just really really really love this one.

#f1 fanfics #idk #anyway i love all my babies <3

[tracybirds]

@kenzie-running-free prompted me last week some time with:

Maybe a 'what-if' story based on "The Man From TB5" where the Hood recognized John in the scene when he makes himself known (Instead of John stuttering). Just an idea

mate what a STUNNER of an idea, I fell in love, have been lowkey obsessed for a week and I guess this is the result!! I hope you enjoy!! 

Any recognisable dialogue I stole from the episode itself but it’s a fairly loose interpretation bc what else are what-if stories are for?

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It was taking all of John’s considerable willpower to keep his arms locked down by his sides instead of allowing them to creep up and cross over his chest. He’d gotten several lectures from the last party he’d attended, Penelope telling him gently but firmly that it was unacceptable for him to stand glowering at her guests from the corner. Lady Penelope didn’t ask – she demanded – and John had always known that when enough time had passed, he’d be expected to make another appearance. She had never understood, or perhaps never tried to understand, the way his skin crawled when people sidled up to him, the way his body flinched away from the bursts of laughter that spilled from other people’s lips. The idea that he kept his hands clenched to stop them shaking was foreign to her, and that he crossed his arms not out of anger or impoliteness, but because they allowed himself enough personal space to stop and breathe despite the crowd trying to crush his lungs, was not something that ever crossed her mind.

He took a step back and tried to smile weakly at the newest patrons who were taking an interest in him, discreetly breathing through his mouth. The strong scents that people insisted on wearing were making his nose run and made his difficulty breathing much more than an imagined reality.

He should have taken Scott up on his offer to swap roles earlier, or even allowed him to spill the beans strategically in the hearing of his younger brother – Gordon’s delight at the thought of attending a party with Penelope had come much too late to be of any use to him. John poked at the lapel on his jacket, excusing himself from the gossiping group with another grimace and a wave of his hand. Even if he was stuck, he knew he could call on his brothers to help ground him when it all became a bit much and all the noises around him began to crash together in a cacophony of sound inside his head while the bright flashes of colour made him want to back away and squeeze his eyes shut.

“Scott, I’d like to report a situation,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, nodding absently at a waiter who passed by him.

There was a faint beeping in his ear and John frowned.

“Scott, come in.”

Still silence, and John could feel the panic bubbling in his chest at the thought that his brother had abandoned him.

“Scott?”

The words were whispered helplessly, his back firmly against the solid wall and his eyes starting to feel wet. He shuddered faintly and suddenly, there was a hand hovering hesitantly over his shoulder and clear, calm eyes looking into his.

“What’s got you into a tizzy, now?” murmured Parker, and John nearly collapsed at the sound of someone familiar.

“I’m fine,” he gasped.

Parker snorted.

“I told milady that this would be too much,” he said with a sniff. “She should have warned you.”

John startled at the confession of disagreement between them. He was touched that Parker would go out of his way to even pass a comment on Penelope’s decision, firstly to bring him along, and then to lie to get him to agree.

No, not lie. Lady Penelope never lied. She left out details, she exaggerated, she understated, but she never lied.

Parker was still eyeing him with considerable concern and John realised his head had fallen into his hands, arms no longer trapped by his sides.

“It’s Scott,” he said. “He’s been checking in, so has Brains, and the others. I can’t get a hold of them.”

“That’s not like them,” said Parker with a frown, and John felt cold relief spreading through him that his fears weren’t entirely unfounded.

“Try h’again.”

John poked at the lapel, feeling a little silly, and called out softly. “Gordon? Alan? Can you read me?”

Crickets.

“EOS, is this another of your jokes?”

More silence.

“Scott, please,” he whispered, looking desperately up at Parker as he did so. He knew rationally something deeper was going on, something much more sinister than a family abandoning a brother to his fate, but still the old anxieties of being too much and not enough for people to stick around reached down into his gut and knotted his intestines together.

He felt sick.

“H’allow me to speak to milady,” said Parker. The serious tone grounded John more than he expected, and he nodded. Parker walked off and John watched his movement across the auction floor to the group of socialites Penelope had gotten caught up in, her tinkling laugh heard clearly throughout the room.

Parker whispered in her ear and Penelope looked up sharply at his words, her eyes catching John’s pinched gaze from across the room. She nodded once, dismissively, and Parker slunk away to patrol the perimeter while Penelope extracted herself from the group with a gracious inclination of her head and a charming smile.

“You can’t get a hold of your brothers?” she asked quietly, as she slotted into place beside him.

John shook his head.

“Do you think there’s been a communications failure?” he asked, hoping for some external reassurance.

Penelope narrowed her eyes as she considered the situation.

“John, are you willing to believe that Tracy Island has experienced a communications failure knowing what your family does? Are you willing to believe that of Five?”

He could never, and he knew she knew that.

“I very much doubt this is a mere comms failure, John.”

Penelope eyed up her guests carefully, appraising each of them as they walked by and searching for any sign of foul play.

“I can’t imagine any of the guests being involved. I invited them because they had have more money than sense and that’s what really sells at an auction – two fools in a bidding war.”

John looked at her, wondering at the way she perceived the people around her.

“So you think it’s serious?”

“John, I think everything is serious.”

She looked up at him, slightly frustrated.

“I have to start the auction. Will you be all right?”

John smiled tightly at her and Penelope’s frown deepened.

“That is not reassuring, John.”

“Can’t help it,” he replied in a low voice. “When you’re worried, I can’t help but think everything’s about to go to hell in a basket.”

Penelope pursed her lips together and scanned the room one last time.

“Find out for me what’s causing the comm jam. And if you can, find out why.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode up towards the podium, charming façade firmly in place.

Penelope never asked, she demanded.

It was helping, having a problem laid in front of him, tempting and waiting to be solved. John narrowed his eyes, allowing the parameters to define themselves in his mind.

The faint jingle of glittering bracelets and dainty earrings. The luxury of satins and silks. The rich colours and the haughty looks. The exclamations over recent purchases and loose connections to the even more rich and the even more famous.

Wealthy, airheaded patrons.

“The reception here is positively dreadful,” complained a woman as she walked past.

No communications in or out.

“Welcome everyone,” called Penelope warmly from the stand. The chatter began to die away as everyone gathered around her.

An isolated auction at a secret location.

A thief then, a pickpocket as Parker had idly mentioned before.

“Our first auction item is a gracious donation from International Rescue.”

A thief with a vested interest in International Rescue’s London agent. A thief with a vested interest in International Rescue themselves. A thief with access to a sophisticated computer system capable of hacking through the firewalls he’d set up personally around Penelope’s network.

No, he thought, more likely the invitations sent out to the people gathered here was at fault.

Surprised murmuring at the outrageous bidding happening around him broke his focus for a moment, but John quickly dismissed the background noise.

He didn’t have Penelope or Parker’s experience in the field by any means; John had always preferred to keep his sleuthing restricted to impersonal companies that had condemned themselves with unethical actions that the barest tweak of data leakage could wreak havoc over. But he was no dummy. He could add two and two together.

“The Hood.”

“That’s exactly right.”

A gasp rippled around the room as the snooty man Penelope had steered him away from earlier stepped forward and revealed himself.

Penelope’s eyes met his, determined and unsurprised at the intrusion. No doubt she’d worked it all out before him.

There was another gasp as the serving staff stepped forward, armed with cruel smiles and tasers. John was pulled roughly from his position and half led, half dragged to the front when the facial scanner drew a negative.

He wasn’t certain whether he should curse Brains or thank him.

“This one doesn’t show up on the system.”

The Hood paused and shot the man an irritated glare, cut off mid-gloat.

His eyebrow raised as he looked John up and down.

“Now,” he said with a mocking smile. “Who exactly are you?”

“Me?” asked John. in faux surprise. His eyes glanced around the room wildly, spotting the mirrors that reflected Penelope and her hands, spelling out a message to him.

“Uh, nobody,” he said, now concentrating on the rapid motion of Penelope’s hands.

We can’t let him get away with this, she was signing frantically. That, John could agree with.

“Uh I… won a ticket!” he exclaimed, seizing upon a flash of inspiration. “At… uh, work.”

John gave the Hood his best bemused look and waited with bated breath.

The Hood narrowed his eyes. Then he straightened his posture with the satisfied air of someone who had just snagged a major prize.

“I’m afraid, John Tracy,” he said in a silky manner. “That I just don’t believe what you have to say.”

The world crystallised around John in a moment of sharp understanding. The Hood knew who he was. The Hood had not come across the auction by a chance view of the invitation spread amongst the global elite. The Hood had hacked Penelope’s datastream, sidestepped his security and gathered enough information to know who he was to Penelope and who he was to International Rescue.

The Hood wasn’t here for pocket change.

The Hood was here for him.

“How delightful it is to see you in the flesh,” he said. “How long has it been since you’ve stepped out into the light? Seven years? Eight?”

His tone was light and conversational but John could see the malice glinting in his eyes. The Hood leaned in and he flinched away at the breath that brushed against his ear.

“I know,” the Hood whispered. “I know about your experiments in programming sentience. I know about the AI.”

He laughed as John twisted away from him, revulsion, anxiety, desperation in his eyes.

“Let me tell you what is going to happen, Lady Penelope,” he said turning his sickening, parasitic smile back on his host. “I am going to take your dear friend John away with me for a while. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, and I’d like to get reacquainted.”

“No,” breathed Penelope, struggling in the grip of the goon that held her.

“Oh, yes,” said the Hood with relish. “John is coming with me, and in the meantime you are going to call International Rescue and keep them busy for me.”

He smirked, and John felt the heady rush of goosebumps breaking out across his body.

“After all, we have so much to discuss.”

“What makes you think I would call International Rescue to the scene?” demanded Penelope, drawing herself up to the full height her heels afforded her. “I could just as easily give them your coordinates.”

The Hood casually withdrew a tablet from his jacket pocket and showed her display.

“Because I have set up laser cutters on each of the cables that holds up this fine establishment.”

He pressed a button, and there was a large jolt as the hotel settled on the suddenly weakened cable. Penelope’s eyes flitted between her panicked guests and the cool turquoise of John’s gaze. Parker was struggling with the man who held him, furious at the mark that John being kidnapped would leave against his professional record. John looked at them both and took a deep breath.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, thinking of the scared people that filled the room. Thinking of how his family would be able to reach them if he left, how the Hood would give them a fighting chance.

“As long as he has control of those laser cutters, he calls the shots,” he said in an undertone to Penelope. “I’m sorry, I have to go with him.”

“You damnably noble idiot,” she hissed back as he was roughly pulled away. “Of course you do.”

“Put this on,” said the Hood with a triumphant smile.

John put on the harness, wondering for a moment if the Hood was really so arrogant as to allow him to leave under his own power. Perhaps it was the image of betrayal he was hoping to leave behind – the idea that he might have left willingly. As if his brothers would ever believe that.

He was roughly thrown from the window and a startled yell escaped his lips as gravity – always gravity – pulled him down towards the surface of the earth. There was a whirring sound and faint laughter above him as his descent came to a sudden halt. The Hood fiddled with his screen again and John felt himself accelerating upwards until he was level with his captor.

“I’m in control now.” He jabbed one finger at the tablet again and John heard the low humming of powerful lasers and rotating machinery deep in the pit of his stomach.

“I wish you luck, Lady Penelope,” he called. “To you and your guests, and to International Rescue. Let’s see them pull off another fantastic rescue in your honour.”

John was dragged away by mechanical wings, Valkyries carrying him away from the battle he’d rather stay and fight.

He had one last thing he could give, one ace up his sleeve.

“Penelope, catch!” he cried, and pulled out the laser cutter Brains had hidden away.

He could see where it landed, clattering at her feet and she stooped to pick it up.

He hoped it would be enough.

[Part 2]

#john tracy #penelope creighton-ward #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #PHEW THIS WAS FUN!!!!!! #solved the tagging i just can't spell d'oh #kenzie-running-free

[lallemxnt]

Twisted For You

One doesn’t love people, the other doesn’t trust them.

Eliott doesn’t date, he doesn’t get attached and above all else he certainly loves no one expect himself. He thinks that there is no simple love stories. If it’s simple, it’s not love. If it’s love, it’ll get complicated, and complicated is just too complex for him. So he does what he considers is best for him and fucks around blatantly. Lucas doesn’t like people, he doesn’t do emotions and trusting people is unforeseeable. Trust issues come from being fucked over, and he’s been fucked over enough in his life to not trust anyone again. Emotions are messy and hard to figure out, so he does this simple thing, and runs away whenever things get complicated. Entering his first semester of college, Lucas’ guarded world opens up when he meets Eliott, a mysterious and brooding rebel who makes him question all he thought he knew about himself-and what he wants out of life. ao3

Chapter One

“Sometimes it seems like you’re the only person in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied or barely getting by. But that feeling’s a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in this world, to remind us that it won’t always be that way. That someone is out there. And that someone is going to find you.” - Lucas Scott, One Tree Hill.

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Lucas’ POV

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I get up to hit the button on my alarm clock on the table beside my bed to switch it off. I take a deep sigh. Today was going to be the beginning of a brand new chapter in my life. University. To tell you the truth, I never imagined that I’d be attending one considering the state I was in the past but here we are now. I roll out of my tiny, yet comfortable bed. While neatly tucking the corners of my bed sheet into the headboard, I take my time because this is the last morning that I will be completing this task for months. The knots in my stomach grow with each step I take towards the bathroom, by the time I’m taking a shower, it’s nearly unbearable. I spent the last few months anticipating college. My days were spent studying and preparing while my peers were out getting high and wasted. When I received the scholarship letter, I couldn’t really believe it. Getting a full ride scholarship to not just any university but Paris-Dauphine, was rare to say the least. Mr. Theodore had cried for what felt like hours and I was quite proud of myself since all my hard work had finally paid off.

The hot water loosens my strained muscles and- how long have I been here? I hurry up washing the soap out of my hair and body. I wrap a towel around my body and check my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes seemed wider than usual my pulse was racing. Today was really going to be my first day of College. I hear my phone sending out yet another alarm alert and realised I was going to be late if I didn’t get going now.

I walk over to my closet and you’d think that I have a variety of options to choose from, eh? But no, I simply pull out a plain black hoodie. I don’t want to attract too much attention to myself, I just plan on spending my next three years in a smooth flow.

I quickly get dressed and check my reflection for the last time in the mirror, before picking up my keys from the nightstand and locking the door behind me.

I stood impatiently at the bus stop. It was five minutes late. I paced back and forth until I felt a familiar dizziness consume me. I stopped and sighed. Why was it late today? Of all the days to be late, it chose today. I began to chew on my bottom lip, a nervous habit I’ve had since I was young. Suddenly, I heard that familiar sound, the sound of an engine bustling around the corner and I smiled in relief. I paid my fare and hurriedly found a seat. I was constantly tapping my foot against the ground, yes, this habit I’ve developed in the past few months. The man who sat in the seat ahead of me shot me a dirty look and I stopped the action. The bus ride felt like hours even though I reached my stop in thirty minutes.

I hurriedly got off the bus and all but ran to the entrance gates of the University. I checked my watch; 8:50am it read, well I wasn’t late, all thanks to my habit of choosing to arrive ten minutes earlier. I looked up to stare at the tall building in front of me. It looked pretty old, but fancy old, like the one’s you see on television. It was white in colour and had double domes. A double dome is built of two layers. There is one layer inside which provides ceiling to the interior of the building. The other layer is the outer one which crowns the buildings.

It looked too posh, and I suddenly felt out of place. I closed my eyes, and I could hear my Mère’s(mother’s) voice saying “Tu le vaux bien fils. Vous avez travaillé si dur pour cela, je suis si fier de vous.” (“You are worth it son. You have worked so hard for this, I’m so proud of you.”) I open my eyes with a smile on my face. If I’m certain of one thing, it is that if she were to be here, she would have been proud of me and that gives me the strength to take a step ahead. But it does not mean that I can’t feel my heart hammer in my chest with every step I take. I’m puffing out air from both my nose and mouth.

After about ten minutes of confusing corridors, I’m standing in front of a faded, red door, the number 11 written on the board, black lettering. Eleven was my lucky number, since it was my birth date. My cheek twitched. I almost smiled, but the feeling was fleeting. I was really nervous right now because I would meet the person I’d spend the next three years of my life with behind this very door.

I slide the key into the old wooden door, it creaks open. The room is small, with two tiny beds and two desks. My eyes travel to the occupied side of the room and widen a bit. The wall is covered in music posters, mostly bands I’ve never heard of, the faces on them covered in tattoos and piercings. The guy lying across the bed has jet black hair, and it’s messy up to the point where it’s falling all across his forehead and his arms are covered in black ink.

“Salut”, the strangers offers, with a smile I find quite intriguing much to my surprise. “I’m Alexandre,” he says and sits up on his elbows.

“S… Sal…”, I clear my throat. “Salut. I’m Lucas.”, I say managing to get the words out somehow.

“Welcome to my, oopsie, our humble abode. Are you ready for three years of utter chaos and complete wildness whilst getting wasted only like all the time?” his head falls back into a fit of laughter and I readjust the strap of my bag just to have something to do with my hands. Alex walks over, closing the gap between us and wraps his arms around me. I’m baffled by his affection and I don’t really like physical affection so I find myself gently pushing him off of me. I think he gets the message because he takes a step back but still has a grin plastered on his face. “I see, you are not much of a hugger now, eh?”, he says it like it’s a statement and not a question. Well, he isn’t wrong. Considering whatever happened with me in the past, I’m not the biggest fan of physical affection. But before I can answer him which I shouldn’t since it didn’t sound like a question to begin with, there’s a knock on the door immediately followed by someone pushing it open.

A guy enters. I think about minding my own business and to start unpacking but he is already walking towards me and I’m glued to my spot.

“Hey, you Alex’s roomie?” The tall guys asks. He doesn’t have as many tattoos as the other boy, but he has them.

“Um…yeah. My name’s Lucas,” I manage to say.

“I’m Idriss. Don’t look so nervous, it throws people off.” He says it with a smile, reaching out to touch my shoulder. “You’ll love it here,” his smile is warm and inviting despite his harsh appearance.

“I’m ready mec,” Alex says grabbing his thick, black bag from the bed. “See you around Lucas,” Idriss says and the two of them exit the room. I let out a long breath. Calling the last few minutes uncomfortable would be an understatement.

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(notes: this chapter is especially dedicated to raina aka the light of my life aka @harleyhype bc she;s been really hyped up about it ! and it really makes me happy so here you go bby <33)

#twistedforyoufanfic #twisted for you fic #i'm gonna try to make the characters quite different from the show #just so you know #and dw mecs #our boi eliott will be introduced #......pretty sooooon #*evil laughter* #elu #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #eliott x lucas #lucas x eliott #elu fanfic #elu fic #elu fic rec #elu fanfiction #elu fanfic rec #elu ff #skam france #skam france fanfic #skam france fic #skamfr #skam fr #skamfr ff #skamfr fic #skamfr fanfic #elu college au #elu au #also; ik this is like really short

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Princess of the Prom (Teen Sam Drake x Reader)

A/N: This was offered to me as my friend's ( @xxgoldenhour) fantasy and I promised her, that this would be the sweetest shit she'll see. Also, you don't have to win prom's tiara to be the queen for me. And it doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl. You're the king or queen of your Prom night. 

Also, take a note that this is a modern AU. Let's say that it happens today and that Samuel is aged around 19, so that makes Nate a fourteen-year-old boyo and that reader is around 18. 

Description: Y/N and Sam were the best friends of high school, no denying in that. Even tho Samuel's Prom was actually amazing and fun, Y/N doesn't feel good about going on her own.

Mood for this one-shot: Night go slow by Carey Shaw, bcs the video is so good and she just got the vibe of being young, amused and in love. 

It was all set up to be the best evening of her life. No. Not only the best but the best and the most perfect one. That was Samuel's first and last priority - set all up, prepare anything, get sure that there's a backup plan even if an asteroid hit the earth's ground - he managed to make everything she wanted just to make her feel as good as he could.

He told her anything she needed to know about the Prom just to make less nervous; there were those jackasses who brought vodka and tried to make punch an alcoholic drink, there were the couples who will make out the whole evening just to strangely disappear on the toilets together, but nobody pushed her to do any of that typical stuff.

This about her and her mates, who were alongside her the whole time. This was a celebration of them making such a huge step in their lives. He had his year ago, at the same high school and Y/N was there alongside him, and for him, it was the best evening of his life.

But as her prom was coming to play sooner and sooner, she was more and more nervous. He was practically woman's best bridesmaid because he got into preparations really hard and he didn't leave out anything. Her parents found it really sweet of him, but he always said that it's a sure thing for him to do all of that.

He even borrowed a nice black car from one of his friends' dad, planned the route to pick up all of her friends... You know, that boy was probably stressed about this far more than Y/N.

And the evening slowly came. It was a warm, spring-summer night with the vibe of the real summer slowly approaching. He came exactly on time, with a borrowed tuxedo in a protecting barrier put on his shoulder and with a cigarette in his mouth.

His brother was alongside him, drinking an ice tea in a cup bought in a nearby Taco Bell. Samuel didn't want to left him all alone at their place, so he asked Y/N's parents if he and Nate could stay overnight and they didn't seem to have a single problem with that since he was taking so much care about Y/N.

Y/N's brother Zachary was sitting in the armchair on the terrace and playing video games, so Samuel knew that if something, Nathan is not going to be alone. They weren't the best friends exactly, but they were pretty good pals. 

As Samuel knocked on her door, she was already opening it. She looked as gorgeous as ever with a baseball team dres they bought together and in some shorts she wore only at home. Her other best friend, Crystal, was already there and helping her with the preparations; Y/N's hair had some curlers in as Crystal was trying to style her hair into a messy bun and she already had some makeup on; especially the highlight made her face look sharper and he liked how the little crystals in it reflected the light around.

Nathan liked her, she wasn't a person whom he held himself back in front of, so he fist-bumped her with a booming sound. “You look so weird,” Nathan laughed.  Y/N rolled her eyes backward and grinned at Nate as she was turning back to lead them into her room. 

“Well, you are definitely a ladies man, aren't you? I mean, you can make a girl feel so confident with one sentence,” she laughed as she bumped into him, tousling his hair. Nathan leaned from her as he grinned as well.

“I didn't mean that you don't look good, Y/N. I just haven't seen you wearing makeup or whatsoever, like I mean, nevee” Nathan turned his head to Sam with a wicked look. “But Sam seems to like it.” He added and then he said hi to Crystal.

She was sitting in front of a big mirror, braiding her hair into a really complex hairstyle. Crystal's eyes shined like stars when Samuel came to Y/N's room, slowly putting his tuxedo on Y/N's bed. 

Everyone who wasn't blind knew, that Crystal had a thing for Samuel. And it wasn't a single thing. She was straightaway worshiping him like a fucking god. And even tho Y/N was the one whom Samuel could barely exist without, everyone thought that the right choice would be Crystal; she had the longest legs around, big smile full of the whitest teeth and she was blonde, one of the typical Plastic beach girls. 

“Hey, Nate!” Crystal exclaimed in a thrilled and tone. “And hi, Sammy!” She yelled in a seriously high tone and practically jumped into Samuels' arms. Y/N and Sam grinned at each other. To be honest, everyone was expecting Sam to go there with Crystal and yet, he surprised everyone when he told them that he's going with Y/N actually. Crystal was hurt and jealous, yet she couldn't blame Y/N, because they were good friends since they met. Everyone left out a long sigh when Crystal accepted an invitation from a quarterback of the year, Terry Banks, with whom they went on the classes of Literature and Astronomy, where Y/N and Crystal ended up because Y/N loved the stars. 

Sam let her go and gave Y/N a small bag. 

“Oh, what could it be?” Y/N asked in an amused tone as she moved like a cat, dramatizing the whole situation even tho she knew that Sam gave her corsage.

“Can it be the gun which killed John Lennon?” Samuel furrowed as Y/N was about to continue. 

“Or is it a bomb?”

“Or a weapon against vampires?” 

“You're so silly!” Crystal shouted as she snatched the bag, taking the corsage out. It was truly beautiful, made out of lightly rosy roses and baby's breath and some small, wildly green leaves on an elegant black stripe of semis. And of course it matchet Samuel's boutonniere. “Its a corsage. And it's truly... Beautiful.” Crystal said with a tone of being hurt in her voice, giving Y/N the small box. 

Y/N and Sam were all about that weird jokes, theatrics, and fun, just not taking anything too seriously. But a Crystal wasn't the brightest, per se, so she often ruined the magic of the moment.

“It is,” Y/N said quietly as she watched the small thing made from flowers, making them an official Prom couple. Samuel really spent a lot of money to make her evening nice, not like that Y/N's parents weren't paying anything, but the corsage was paid by him. “But you have to go now, we will be getting dressed.” Y/N left the small plastic box on her desk and nudged into his shoulder to make him leave. Sam just raised his hands as if he was showing that they are completely empty and left with an amused grin. 

It took them forever. At least for him. He found himself a bathroom comfortable enough to dress into that tuxedo and even to make himself look like a human and even tho it took him at least twenty minutes, you two were nowhere to be seen. Crystal's laugh could be heard as Y/N said something utterly stupid, as always. He sat on the ground in front of her room, watching his wristwatch and playing with his hair, making it messy again.

The door opened all of a sudden as Y/N was turning her head to Crystal just to say something to her. Samuel was on his feet in a second, playing with his fingers as he watched her. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. He inhaled sharply and his cheeks got rosy as he tried to come it with something to say except 'You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen' and 'If we were thirty, I would ask you to marry me', but nothing came up, so he rather shut up and just watched her.

Her hair was really in a curly, loose bun and now, she had long earrings smoothing over her neck. Her dress were tight around her breasts and waist, without nothing on the shoulders, but nicely loosed from around her waist to her ankles. They had baby pink, almost beige colour and so she had brigtly beige high heels on.

She must felt him staring, because she looked at him with a blank expression, making him embarrassed. But she shut up and her smile slowly dissapeared as she watched how tightly the tuxedo hugs his shoulders. When they got that huge? Did he worked out without telling her? And the way the trousers hugged his thighs... She wasn't able to spoke up for about a minute.

"See something you like?" Samuel joked with his face still red and Y/N coughed into her palm to release at least a bit of the nervousness inside of her.

"You look... Utterly disgusting, Samuel." She said in an unsure tone and walked right next to him for something, so her parfume hit his nose. He almost collapsed on the spot. When did his best friend, that ugly monster, turned into a breathtaking woman? Why didn't he noticed that? He was glad that she normally didn't wore make up or girly things, otherwise he would have to compete for her attention with a lot of boys. And that was a thing he didn't like to think about liked in general.

Normally, she would wear a high ponytail and a loose baseball t-shirt with a name of some series, band or a movie reference. She was feminine, but in her own way. Not that princess one, she was feminine in a shy, almost uncatchable one. But Crystal was that Barbie feminine type.

She had long, tight, dark blue gown and she was smiling at him, thinking about things she couldn't say out loud. But Samuel was the center of many of them.

Then he put her the corsage and she put a small rose in the pocket on his breast. She looked at him with their typical grin and almost said something about them being so official that they could marry or something, but she didn't say a word.

Her parents took at least three millions photos of them and another three of them with Crystal and then, only them, they were ready to leave. Y/N mum waved at them from the terrace as they were leaving and Y/N with Crystal waved her back.

Samuel drove slow, because he was worried about that beautiful car which weren't his and they picked up another two classmates - Terry and one of his football friends. They were really loud and Crystal laughed at some remark they had.

"Wow, Bryan, look at Y/N!" Terry exclaimed in an excited tone and Samuel hid a smile into his palm. Y/N smiled as she rotated her eyes in her own manner, laughing nervously.

"Y/N," Bryan took her shoulder in his palm and made her look at him. "I never knew that you are a woman. Samuel, you are a one lucky guy, I tell you. Don't let her off your sight, otherwise it's not my fault." He said and Samuel didn't smiled at it, even tho he normally would. He was dead serious at that moment, watching the read.

"Man, don't be like that!" Bryan yelled, laughing. "I was just joking." He smoothed her shoulder and she started laughing as well, which made Sam smile. They stopped on the school parking lot in about ten minutes. Samuel let everyone get off, Terry taking Crystal inside and Bryan waving at his girlfriend Chelsea. Only Y/N and Sam left there, and she was playing with one of the roses on the corsage Sam gave her. She wasn't feeling like it and he would sense if clearly.

"Alright, miss Grumpy, what's the matter?" Samuel leaned into her personal space, letting his elbow lock around her seat.

"I don't feel comfortable. And I might vomit in a minute." She laughed in a sad manner and Samuel looked at how everyone was slowly walking into that building. If she doesn't want to go, then he'll not push her. He can ride them back to her home, watch some movies with her and then sleep on the couch like many times before. If would not be anything new. He liked those evenings a lot, he didn't see any problem with that.

"Well, if you are about to vomit... Don't do it in the car, please, Davie's dad would murder me," he said and that made her laugh again. Samuel loved, when he could make Y/N laugh, because it was so sincere every time. It was sweet and it made him happy as well.

"Oh, that would ease my life so much," she said in a provocative tone and that made him laugh again. And she laughed as well.

"So you don't wanna go, huh?" He smiled and undid his seatbelt, relaxing on the seat itself.

"So I don't wanna go." Y/N repeated mockingly.

"Then tell me, what do you want to do or where to go. Back home?" Samuel asked quietly as if Samuel called her a psycho.

"No! You think that I dress like Crystal just to watch Friends like this?" She yelled with a smile as she wasn't fully serious. "You are an actual moron!" She undid her seatbelt with a wicked smile. And she got off the car, walking away from the school. Samuel locked the car quickly and runned after her, walking next to her backwards.

"Hi there, monster," he cried and cringe-laughed, when she hit his shoulder roughly as she was making her mad face with her little cheeks pumped with air. He was totally unbelievable, but even though he was a lovely little dork. Samuel was taller than her and even tho, Y/N called him small. "Alright, alright," Sam coughed into his palm as he couldn't stop laughing. "Where are we going?"

"I dunno where are you going, dickhead, but there a Taco Bell restaurant just a five minutes from here. I'm going to eat everything there." Y/N rose her eyebrows and Samuel laughed loudly.

"So you can't watch Friends in your prom dresses because they're too good for that, but they are suitable enough for ravaging Taco Bell?" Sam looked at her from his height and she had face of a serial killer. "You should really sort out your values and priorities." He laughed and that earned him another punch to the shoulder.

So Taco Bell was the place where they ended up in. She got some Quesadillas with chicken and cheese, some chocolate sweets and a cup of tea. Sam, who was paying, of course, got himself a burrito and Coke. They sat there for two hours, talking, laughing, topping each other with puns and jokes. They left around nine in the evening, the sun was just setting low and it made her dress look seriously fairy-taily like. He kept his eyes on her all the time. Just as Bryan told him.

"Where we'll go now?" Sam stretched, but she already going to somewhere. So he only followed.

They ended up in a nearby skatepark - and some girls around sixteen tried Y/N teach, how to skate, even borrowed her their shoes, but she was a lost one. He took so much photos and videos of her, a lot of them ending with him cracking up, laughing. She was terrible, but she didn't fall once, which was great. When they were leaving at ten pm, she didn't even put her heels on, she just walked next to him bare, jumping on and off the pavements, walking through the ice cold grass, sometimes holding his hand not to fall.

"So, how's your prom going?" He asked when they were walking down from the aisle from some trees with white flowers on them.

"Oh, it's great," she smiled at him. "I'm dancing, yelling my lungs out, laughing... I'm kidding," she smiled, jumping on another pavement. "I'm glad that I've spended this evening with you." She smiled shyly and sun was shining low in a lightly orange light so Samuel stopped her.

"Go in the middle of the road." Sam asked her and she was confused, but she did it. Samuel took a few photos of her in the sunlight and one of them immediately became his wallpaper. Then she took a few photos of him an some selfies were a necessary thing. The photos were lovely.

They walked almost through the entire city, nobody hurried up anywhere. It started to get cold by the midnight, so Sam covered her in his suit, lightly touching her fingers with his. She was icy cold.

"Oh dear!" He exclaimed and laughed, bringing her hand to his lips, warming it with the air from his lungs. She was looking her in the eyes the whole time. "You haven't told me that you're Elsa. Not yet," Samuel made a remark about her hand and she shook her head.

"And you haven't told me that you're colourblind," she rolled her eyes, slapping his shoulder. "Elsa is blue. I am almost pink. You dork." She slapped it again and left her hand there, which made the difference. Y/N leaned her head to Samuel's shoulder and left it there for a while, smelling his cologne. And she felt his lips in her hair all of a sudden.

"Samuel?" She asked and looked up. "What are you doing?" She said in disbelief, slowly looking at him. She didn't know what to say or how the fuck she should feel; she should be scared or disgusted? She should be glad? Should she just looked over it? Or what the fuck were his intentions?

"What are you talking about?" Samuel smoothed her forehead with his palm and slowly continued down to her jaw, she continued as far as she let him. And Y/N haven't moved an inch. He felt that she felt good doing that. Her eyes were smiling even tho her face was pale in pure disbelief.

What the fuck should he do? What was he supposed to do? Should he just kiss her or lean back and let her be? Should he tell her about his feelings? About those which he discovered five seconds ago? About the urge to kiss her and make her his by that act? He was confused and taken back.

Y/N was his best friend for years now and he never made anything like that, nor even though about it. Maybe the dress caused it, because it made her look seriously hot.

"I-I mean, if, I, oh, I, can you forget what happened?" Samuel stepped away and awkwardly walked from her. And that made her angry; once he looked like he hasn't seen anything as beautiful as her, and the next he chickened out like a little girl. She started to laugh and that made Samuel stop.

"Why-why are you laughing?" He asked annoyed, but Y/N continued to laugh even more after that.

"I am sincerely sorry. You always told me that you are a womanizer, no, no, no, don't you turn away from me, Samuel, the funny part is coming, but when you get the chance to kiss the girl you actually like and care about, you can't move for shit." Y/N burst out again and that made something in him click completely. In a second, her lips crush onto his and her palmed bumped into his shoulder, because he scared her so much. Samuel's hands clumsily held her waist and smoothing it in a non-ofensive manner; not too up because of her breasts and not too down, because of her ass.

Y/N calmed down after a minute, closed her eyes and leaned into him, circling her hands around his neck. Well, she could feel that she definitely isn't his first kiss, but that was the best part. She found his slicked, but messy hair and played with it gently.

They would probably stood there until the morning, but a car's horn made them jump off the road.

"Alright, cowboy," Y/N smiled and took his hands in hers gently. She touched him feather-like, so gently and lightly. "That was a pretty good first kiss."

"First?" He asked playfully, and that compliment made him smile. "So that doesn't mean it was our last one?" He bumped into her hips with his and she almost fell down; she would fall if Sam wasn't holding her hand so firmly. It didn't hurt, but it was firm.

"No, I don't think it was the last one," she furrowed her eyebrows at him like she was thinking about something. "But this," she pointed at him and then she pointed on her torso. "Will upset some people. You prommed last year, you're like my grandad practically." She laughed into Sam's direction.

"Yeah, I am a gross pedophile, that's right." Sam agreed and slowly took her to their car and they drove right to her home.

It was two am when Y/N was about to go to her bed, her hair let down on her shoulders and her make-up was far gone. Samuel left her room few minutes ago and even tho he called her a monster, his eyes were loving and smiling at her. A notification on her phone popped all of a sudden.

She cracked the knuckles on her palms and looked at the phone. It was her Instagram - Sam posted something and tagged her in. She knew that it is going to be that video where she almost fell off that damned skateboard. Even though that humiliation which was waiting for her, she opened the notification.

And she just stayed completely silent with her cheeks burning, watching her face on the display, she was smiling and she was holding his palm as if she was leading him somewhere. And the caption almost made her cry. There was that day's date and a cute little text.

@allaboutthatdrake: After a few years of waiting, it finally happened! Don't let the friend-zone ruin you, because it doesn't exist. 😉

And that was it. They officially started dating. And her prom night was the best night she ever had.

#uncharted #samuel drake #naughty dog #sam drake #young sam #young samuel drake #requested work #this is lovely #enjoyed to write it #prom #prom night #don't worry #you'll win my heart anyways

[realitv]

what do you think of season 2 and do you hate it and do you wish you could purge it from your memory

@revoide also asked: w…what did you think of s2, claire?@itsnotpatsy also asked: Will you talk to us about why you hate season 2. I’m here. I’m doing this. Open the floodgates.@capitolhosted give me your opinion on season 2 👀

THANK YOU. hello and welcome to tumblr user hdtvtits full on fucking critique of the fuckshit hellshow that is, was and remains season two. i’m going to first talk about this from a technical and writing standpoint. the writing, in short, was shit. absolute shit. from episode one there was an unpleasant offness to the way the characters spoke and interacted. like the writers had written each line individually and mashed it together. you could… feel the writers writing these characters. nothing flowed correctly. there’d be one solid sequence an episode (the old gods behind the stage, shadow and his mother, sam!!!, just about everything anansi says except you know that One Scene) that would carry you through with how beautifully it was written, and then some fucking character would open their mouth and the dialogue would be so fucking awful that you’d physically cringe. every time mr. town spoke and interrupted the beautiful writing that shadow and his mother had i’d feel like fucking rose on the door telling jack ‘COME BACK…. .COME BACK’. it was gruelling to get through. in addition to the shitty character writing, all of the nuance (laura my sweet girl what did they do to you????? they keep beating her cheating on shadow but that horse is dead and falling apart yall can stop any fucking time now.) has been taken from these characters and characters with a high amount of nuance such as sweeney and laura were respectively reduced to comic relief and a blunt axe hacking at wood. and speaking of those two – i don’t enjoy getting abusive fucking dynamics shoved down my throat but sure let’s push sweeney and laura together let’s just fucking do that why don’t you.also, nothing happened. nothing happened this season. no plot advancements were made. the war still hasn’t really started, we got the spear and then sweeney said ‘fuck it’ and made it vanish. nothing’s happened. we’re finally going to lakeside in season fucking three. no progress was made and it just felt slow and plodding and awful. furthermore, deviation from the book is good! but. it has to be meaningful and expand the world in a meaningful way. what occured this season was lazy (the dwarves subplot), not meaningful, and a shitload of lore they introduced (re: the new gods) was contradictory and senseless. 

writing aside, this season had a lot to say on social issues (as did season one), but instead of landing in satire or giving us actual meaningful commentary, this season was actively racist, misogynistic, islamphobic, homophobic and antisemitic. was season one perfect? no. shadow’s lynching and the way sweeney treated salim wasn’t great and should never have happened. i’ll never excuse fuller for that. it should never be excused and should actively be critiqued. but the issues in this season were so pervasive and constant that the entire season deserves to be critiqued and quite honestly raked over the fucking hot coals. tw for: hate crimes, lynching, racism, n*zis, islamphobia, sexual assault(?), white-washing and homophobic slurs below. 

this season had yet another lynching. another lynching for the sake of having a lynching just like season one. and of course it pertains to shadow. and of course they have to show it constantly. it’s not necessary. it never should be necessary. what purpose is there showing a black man getting lynched over and over and over again? shock value? are you playing a very real threat and worry (in addition to being a historical atrocity) for fucking shock value? the needless scenes of white police brutality against black youth for shock value? a scene which i might add leads in to some disgusting implied black on black violence wherein anansi insinuates ibis is killing these young black men for sacrificial purposes. shadow himself was pretty much reduced to a sex object this season. while he is a passive and non aggressive character in the book, he’s not a fucking piece of furniture like the writers desperately want to turn him into. he was objectified as eye candy in a shirtless torture scene filled with wires and clips and a lot of flexing. you know what happened to the last show ricky was in that did that? he fucking left it. then after he was… possibly sexually assaulted by bastet? (he never consents and she tells him to ‘just let it happen’ whereas in the book it’s a little more… clear that he is an active participant), camera just had to give us an ass shot. he had no meaningful character development this season and really seemed to exist as a sideline character. where was his story arc? why couldn’t they have devoted an entire episode to his back story? oh, right. because the writers saw him as eye candy. baron samedi was also treated as just eye candy and there to quite literally fuck laura in a drug induced orgy (as that plot thread had no climax) so. you know. yeah, keep objectifying black men.there was also colourism this season. it’s established in the show that the egyptian and african gods are dark skinned black people. which is amazing, and great, and i wish the show would figure out how to light them all properly but i digress. bastet showed up in a dream sequence and i thought she was very light at first (she is described in the books as dark) but it turns out she’s not even a black actress she’s pakistani. all right! ALL RIGHT!  let’s not forget they had julian richings playing iktomi, a first nations god! JULIAN IS WHITE. they covered him in war paint and thought we wouldn’t notice. and let’s talk about social (new media) media. i think the concept could have been super cool. it could have been interesting and a really interesting reflection of what social media is capable of and is doing to us. but. the show operates under the belief and makes it clear media and new media are the same character. herein lies… a lot of issues. season one media stated that they would nuke the whole of korea as a sacrifice to odin. new media is korean. was that ever addressed? no. why the fuck would it be that would require a second of critical thinking from the writers. furthermore, when media was phoned in prior to new media’s introduction, it took place in the back stage. media chose to present themselves as white news casters. technical boy then tells media ‘put on a face you’re comfortable with and get out here.’ which. doesn’t sit well with me but ok. got that? cool. let’s go on.from the second she is introduced with harajuku girl aesthetics (and she’s dressed like a fucking loli schoolgirl and is always dressed like a loli + a cut crease to hide her monolid which ha ha real nice guys) she’s just sexualised. constantly. all the time. her first major act as a character with only 3 minutes of screen time at that point? A FUCKING TENTACLE PORN SCENE WITH A SUBHUMAN MONSTER. OH, YES. THEY REALLY WENT THERE. so you know. that’s fucking disgusting. she’s literally given cat ears at some point and a goddamn kitty anime face. every time that character comes on screen she’s either written as a sex object or completely and painfully oblivious; not to mention her powers depend on technical boy (who she hit on prior to the tentacle porn scene for bandwidth purposes as the upgrade somehow made new media weaker bc i guess a young asian woman is weaker than an older white person and new media is only considered ‘powerful’ after she fucks to survive), so. you know. fucks to survive i guess. not to mention she has no personality (and it’s not kayhun’s fault. she’s a good actress; the writers just don’t give a fuck) because the writers only wrote this character to fill in for media and it shows. she’s a prop to them. she’s literally a prop and it is fucking disgusting. and oh, did i mention that the new gods are allegory for the assimilation of immigrants in america? what are they trying to say here? new media was also portrayed through a highly misogynistic lens. so were… all of the women this season who are constantly sexualised in just about every scene and bastet just existed to fuck so. constantly. bilquis at least escaped this as she’s always had her own agency but the others? not so much. laura goes on a drug trip orgy, new medis fucks to sruvive, maman brigitte was here just for fucking and so was bastet. mama moon was exempt because as we know, moms do not fuck. in addition to laura’s character being just stripped, it’s clear the writers just hate her and wanted us to hate her too. fuller for all his flaws made her a hate-love character with a lot of depth and even though she did shitty, shitty things, she wasn’t there for us to hate. this season, she was there for us to hate, and after sitting through a disgusting line from wednesday where he says he’s had his hand shoved up her skirt to grab at her or some shit (wednesday is nasty but he’s supposed to sugar coat his shit this was just straight up sexually violent), they just keep… on. and on. and on. that she’s evil, and that she, like every other fucking woman, is original sin and dirty and immoral. i’m tired. i’m over it. and the islamphobia this season. there’s a scene with salim and wednesday and the djnn where they… attack his (salim’s) religion? i can’t remember the specifics but it was something about ‘his god’ and ‘one god’. and how he should worship wednesday instead because he was ‘a god’. just absolutely shitting on salim for being muslim and following its teachings. it didn’t… feel or sit right with me and after talking about it with the s2 support server we all agreed that it was pretty icky and a senseless attack on salim, a muslim character. let’s not forget the homophobia. it’s clear that the writers are uncomfortable writing lgbtq relationships. it took all eight episodes for salim and the djinn to kiss/touch. they’ve fucked, mind you. in season one they had an intense sequence that was very well done. this season? they were together the whole time but not only did they not touch at all (not even hand holding), but the djinn is a fucking asshole to salim constantly (let’s not forget the religion bashing) right up until he finally kisses him again. salim, you deserve better. dump him. salim was also a punching back for some spicy spicy homophobia. wednesday doesn’t even want them in the back seat together because he’s ‘afraid they’ll fuck’ or something in his car, and in e7 they literally bring salim in so sweeney can call him a pillow biter and the fucking f-slur to his face. thank you, writers. really nice. and last. but not least. the nazis. first of all, why? just why? the way e6 was constructed it could have just as easily been a mob since it’s 1920s america but no. let’s just have full on nazis in fucking nazi uniforms with the swasticas on their arms walking around. i get it. you want to comment that neo-nazis use norse imagery. you don’t do that by having odin sell thor to the fucking nazis and when columbia goes ‘hey those are uh nazis’ odin then responds with ‘they are sheep and my son is their shepherd’. what in the fuck. odin and thor are nazis now, and then you have the nerve to put odin in LOU REED’S JACKET. i really want the writers to stop and ask themselves ‘does this need nazis’. no. no it did not. you really don’t need them unless you want to play up genocide (which u know. of course was never addressed thor was just sad they wanted him to lose to a german body builder what the fuck man) for shock value. you’re literally just putting nazis in there and acting like it’s no big deal, having odin an active and willing participant, and then putting him into a jewish man’s clothing. eat my fucking ass.all and all fuck this season and fuck the writers and fuck starz the end.

#ask to tag // #HEY I'M TIRED #shedevvil #📺❝ THE SCREEN HAS ALL THE ANSWERS ! ( answered. ) #📺❝ BLOWS A KISS TO THE TV: FOR THE MASS MEDIA ( ooc. )

[jincherie]

RHAAAAAA. IM SO EXCITED 4 SIREN!JIN!!! UR SNEEP PEEP WAS SO G8. CANT W8. THIS IS EXACTLY THE KIND OF CELEBRATION JIN NEEDS 4 HIS BDAY. IM V EXCITED. CAN U FEEL MY EXCITEMENT?? WHAT ARE THESE FLOWERS HE HAS?? SIREN!JIN IS RADIATING SUCH BDE THAT EVEN THE LADY IN THE ELEVATOR CAN FEEL IT. DONT BLAME HER. I WAS FEELING IT THRU MY SCREEN. !!!!!!!!!! 💖🔥😋

GAH i know u sent this before I posted it but I hope it lived up to ur expectations!!!!! i was so happy to be writing jin again lmao!!! thank u so much for hyping it up and sending this babe!!! ily !!!! 💖💗💗💕💞❣️💝💓💖💕

sergentculotte said: Oh maaan… Thar siren!Seokjin was everything I needed! Funnily enough, I watched two mermaid movies tonight, the little mermaid (the new movie) and aquamarine, and then I got the notification that you posted, what a perfect addition to my great merfolk-y night! Thanks again for making me feel stuff with your words, xoxo 

UGH YES FCK we love mer-moods in this house!!! fuccc!!!!! thank u so much for reading baby I hope you enjoyed it !!! 💖💗 ugh its been so long since i watched other merfolk-y movies jhfbjbf

Anonymous said: hi, I just found your account because I was scrolling through bts imagines and I was reading a lullaby on canvas for a good 5 minutes (you write so well by the way and now I’m staying up to read your other stuff lol 💗💗) and the app crashed so when I put in bts imagines again it didn’t show up so it’s almost been an hour and I just found your account/ the story again and I had to follow just to make sure I wouldn’t lose your account

HAHA love an obligatory follow!! But I am so so glad you’re here and that you enjoyed lullaby on canvas, thank u so much for reading and sending this my love!!! 💖💗 I’m glad you liked it enough to look for it again :)

rinatemme said: Hello! “A lullaby on canvas” is one of those works that made me feel so happy to read, it has an amazing plot, the descriptions are wonderful and you can practically feel the atmosphere, taste it. Thank you for writing it

hey babe thank u so much for reading aloc and sending such a lovely message!! i’m so glad you like it and think those things, thank u so much!!! 💖💗

Anonymous said: oh my GOD YOUR NEW FIC IS SO! GOOD! WHAT! THE ! FUCK! Allsldksjaldlslaldldjsjjslslsj have an amazing day 💜💜💜💜💜

thank you so much!!! sob!!! you too my love!! thank u for reading and sending this !!! 💖💗💗💕

Anonymous said: hi babe!!! i finally had the time to read a lullaby on canva and T____T this was really freakin cute !!!! and the way jin calls yn flower…. perhaps i cried a little… i love ur writing sooo much ahhh 

nfhbfhjbfhgf god listen i am the biggest slut for a good pet name so i fnjhbfjhbf FFUCKKK i love it too!! sm !!! thank you so much for taking the time to read it, and then for sending his babe!! ily!! 💖

captainship97 said: So I read lullaby on canvas and I loved it! I do have a question though about a siren’s kiss. I’ve done a little research trying to see what mythology says about kissing a siren and didn’t find very much. So when you say that it was taking life force, was it just energy, or life span? If the reader were to continue to kiss Jin here and there would it be considered dangerous or something they can regenerate with sleep or something? Loved the story!!! 💜💜💜    

HAHAHAHA ok to be fair i pulled a lot of shit right out my ass but I wrote that in concurrence with the idea that sirens, at least in this au, ‘traditionally’ lured sailors etc to their demise as they feed on their souls/energy/essence. I figured a way that made sense for them to create a link and siphon the energy would be via kiss. In this sense, I guess they’re not that different from how I shape incubi in my fics LOL. to answer your question I’d say its more like energy! it can regenerate, but too much taken can be harmful. In this au, some sirens are especially greedy and drink it all in at once– they’re the ones that started the myths :3 

ALSO seokjin can control how much he takes, but he can’t stop the kiss from acting as a siren kiss– UNLESS the recipient is his bonded & mated, in which case his mate will be resistant. she can still give energy if she wants but its more a choice. So MC is all good in the end!! (also i’m glad you liked it!!! tysm for reading it and sending this!!! 💖💗)

Anonymous said: OKAY I have so many questions! First of all, seokjin x reader siren fic, I loved it! But also, is it a one-shot, because now I’m just, my mind is, I wasn’t ready. The picture? What is it? Why is the reader so moved by it? When did they meet? Did he move there after seeing her? Did he meet her after she moved to the apartment? How long has the longing been going on? Does he sing for her? because of her? Did he leave his life behind because of her? Just, amazing. no words, incredible, as always. 

it is a oneshot, unfortunately! and seokjin’s artworks aren’t of anything concrete, but a combination of colours, shapes and patterns that evoke feeling in the viewers. there is nothing recognisable within them, yet the contents call to the deepest parts of a person’s being and tug. It is especially potent if the person gazing upon the artwork is the one that he had in mind while making it, as MC found hehehehe. its a little bit magical :)

And they “met” a year or so prior, when Seokjin moved in to the apartment next to hers! Although, that wasn’t the first time he’d seen her...

And yes, when he sings at night it was always for/about her. Ugh our lovesick little siren, singing mournfully about his “impossible, unrequited love”.... over time the tune changed though, often his song reflected how he felt after an interaction he had with her during the day-- it was usually sad if he didn’t see her. And regarding the last question, he left because he wanted to explore and travel in part but perhaps.... also bc of her.... :3

anyway thank u so much for reading and expressing such interest, I love having the opportunity to expand my worlds a little more for you all! thank u babe! ily!

Anonymous said: ahh… i just dropped by to say how much i adore your work. i reread the recent siren!jin fic bc i wanted to do a mock-up story board for the reveal scene (one of my favourite ever parts!!) and i loved the way you wrote it so much, like the whole fic but also that scene in particular. your fics make me so flustered and i get hot cheeks and everything - and yet i find myself creeping back for more. *‘you cast a spell on me’ plays from the speakers* 

a m-mock up storyboard? OMO-- and gah I’m so glad you liked that scene! I love that scene too!! It’s one I had in my head from the moment I started brainstorming and planning it. Perhaps one day I will illustrate it as I imagined it but in the meantime.... ugh... i love it so much. i’m so so glad you liked aloc,, and even my other fics too! thank u for reading and for sending this in babe!!! ily!!! i hope u have a wonderful day!!!

#thoughtsfromaginge #ask #sergentculotte #captainship97 #rinatemme #a lullaby on canvas #aloc #:D #queue: the inbox cleanout of 2019! #anon

[firebirdsdaughter]

Okay, so...

... Now that I have a clearer Raw I can pause...

LONG POST

Ryusoulger Episode 1 reactions! Aka, the episode that decided to come for my life.

In no particular order:

Okay, so maybe it’s a little ‘hm’ that Kou pilots the mech entirely on his own. But it’s not the first time anyone has piloted a mech alone--including non-Ranger allies. The first person who springs to mind is Commander Aya from Jetman. In GoGo V, the robot assistant Mint piloted the robot alone once. And besides, it’s only the first episode. We’ve got plenty of time for the others to get in there.

I’ll be honest. I knew the Masters were probably going to die. At the very least, I knew something bad was going to happen to them.

What I was NOT expecting was THAT.

Ryusoulger scores one for on-screen death and incineration.

First fight of the new Robo Suit Actor (I feel so bad I forget his name). Thank you for your service Kusaka Hideaki, I wish you all the best.

But let’s go back to the beginning!

Dramatic ceremony that apparently no one else is around to witness.

Wait, so if Mynasouls/Minusouls are already being made/Druidon already showing up, and just have never reached the tribe before... Does that mean Touwa and Banba have just been doing a really bang up job of fighting them off? I mean, I expect the stakes are raising sharply now, but... Could cause tension in the team if there’s a ‘the only reason you guys had a peaceful life for so long was us’ sort of thing.

Also, Kou having a little bit of prankster in him is super cute. Are you and Touwa going to get into prank wars that drive the others nuts?

Random fact I didn’t notice before? In the opening, when the others are flying all over the place and Banba is just sleeping? He’s holding two RyusoulKen. The boy is freaking holding his brother’s sword for him, that’s so cute.

I’ll see if I can’t use this video to get a shot of the pendant looking like it’s changing colours and put it at the bottom, okay?

It has since come to my attention by rewatching this that Mystery Scarf Person is standing next to a torch that looks similar to the ones used in the ceremony scene this episode, which could indicate that he is Gold. Or... Related to the tribe, at the very least.

But the most important question to ask as to whether he’s Gold... Does he has Chainsaw?

I am never going to get over that chainsaw thing.

Also looks like we may have Druidon we haven’t seen yet, which doesn’t surprise me. Tank dude is clearly going to be Kou’s rival, but maybe one of the other Druidon was responsible for what happened to Banba and/or Touwa’s Master? (assuming Touwa had one and wasn’t solely trained by his brother)

I’m loving that little shot where it’s Ui sitting alone and then the others come over to her and it looks like they’re encouraging her (well, Banba just stands in the back bc he’s a grump but also solidarity) and then they all look at the sky. I live for the implications that there’s going to be a theme of companionship in this series bc I LOVE FRIENDSHIP. I LOVE FOUND FAMILY. And given how they trio (and possibly the brothers, too) lost people so important to them at the start, I think they’re all gonna need it.

I like them cutting the logo free. I also like the way it looks like stained glass for a hot second before becoming the usual red and yellow.

Sentai mooks continue to be distracted by pretty lights and it remains their downfall.

Kou! Don’t break the camera!

Dan seems pretty fussed that Druidon showed up. But... If he knew that the other two had gone to fight them, shouldn’t he already know that?

Hey, look! There’re other people!

Aw! Kou is trying to be comforting!

And... Gets shoved into the mountain. I love these three.

Oh my gosh, he tries to tackle Ui, but she just bops away, I love her.

Well, we’ve found the source of the bananas.

I love Melt hiding the banana behind his back like it’s incriminating evidence...

I think Kou is looking to the other two for help here and they just abandon him. God, he’s so adorable, though, I just wanna pinch his cheeks.

Also that fraction of a  second ‘I got myself into this’ face right before the cut to commercial. XD

WHY DOES HE HAVE A HAMMER? WHAT DOES THE HAMMER SAY?

The Masters are on a nature walk!

No, I’m kidding, they’re probably on patrol or something. But it looks like they’re on a nature walk.

Wouldn’t it be funny of one of the other Masters, if they exist, was played by the Ichimonji of the KR NEXT films? Is he even still acting?

Not the ankles!

Do the Masters have other names?

Why does Tank dude being in the temple cancel their transformations?

What I love about this fight is that Master Red and Kou are clearly worried about each other. Red yells for Kou when he’s thrown, and Kou tries to protect his mentor. It’s cute!

Until tragedy strikes.

Is Kou ever gonna be able to hear ‘Tata Soul’ again w/out thinking of this?

God... It was a gut punch when Red got hit by those slashes, but I was not expecting Pink and Blue to get fire breathed.

Also, yeah, there were better ways to do that, but that’s always true w/ diving saves. Maybe they didn’t thank they could pull them out of the way in time?

The complete silence was a good choice. IS this the same director responsible for that scene in Build where Misora tells the others Kazumi is dead? Bc this reminded me of that. If so... Man, you do ‘characters losing someone indescribably important to them’ very well.

I’m still not entirely convinced we’ve seen the last of them. Maybe only in flashbacks or as spirits, but you’re telling me you hired Sailor Moon, Tuxedo Mask/Kamen Rider Ibuki, and even an alternate version of Hongo Takeshi/some other dude from Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (?) to kill them off in one episode? After those press announcements? Maybe they were trying to cover up what was gonna happen, but I’m not convinced. I mean, maybe their previous parts aren’t that big a deal, but it really seems like the went for a bit of name-recognition there... Are they gonna throw that away after one ep?

I will not deny I was emotionally encouraging Kou to get up and kick Tank dude’s ass right there. You can do it, sweetie!

Tank dude gives a speech while Mushroom creature is greatly distressed in the background.

See above for my feelings regarding Kou piloting the mech alone here.

Also the first time I watched I wasn’t thinking about that I was too busy crying.

Also I guess Tyramigo does talk, but... He seems fairly... Well, he doesn’t talk much. He’s got, like, two lines. I’d kind of like a serious, more ‘stern’ red rex. Hmm... Maybe the personalities of the Kishiryu reflect the predecessors’?

So here’s the jam. Doe you predecessor have to die for you to be the ‘true’ inheritor of the RyuSouls? Did Elder know this? If so... You dickwad.

Kou giving Tyramigo pets on the nose was super cute. I think I would kill for Tyramigo.

Also pretty sure I would kill for Kou, he’s very cute and now I love this actor.

Still very distracted by the way the Elder’s wig does not match his beard. What the hell, costuming?

So here’s my question. Do the special coloured Souls absorb the souls of the Ryusoulgers who die while tied to them? Are gonna have an ep where the team have to go ‘inside’ them or, like, summon the souls out of them, AtLA style? Are we gonna meet the original Ryusoulgers at some point?

Okay, but... The Elder uses the word ‘nakama’ when telling the trio about Touwa and Banba? At least, I think he does... Doesn’t that usually have ‘friendly’ connotations? Makes it seem like the two are less straight up ‘deserters’ and just... I dunno, went through the apparently necessary rite of passage of having your mentor/predecessor die before the others and were allowed to leave? I’m confused.

I don’t know why we needed to transform here, but I love the dancing mechs.

Also they did do a ‘three swords’ version of the ‘swords of justice’ thing. I am literally going to start crying--for very different reasons than this time--the first time all five of them do it together.

Still sad I didn’t get to see my boys in the preview, but at least I know they’re coming soon.

Also still can’t get a read on whether we’ll be hiding our identities this season. I kind of like it when they do do that, it adds another layer of tension to things, but it’s fine if they don’t, too.

Looks like Pink is gonna be yeeting her boys.

I’m liking this so far and I can’t wait for all my children to get together.

On the ED: I live for the dancing mechs. I could spend hours analysing everyone’s reaction to the cartoon Soul meteors. That was adorable. Still don’t know why Banba has different dance choreography, but it’s cute.

Digital french toast and pancakes for anyone who read all that.

All in all, I’m enjoying myself. I don’t usually cry at shows, but I just... I wasn’t expecting it to go that far. This is someone who directed some of Build, I suppose. I think we’re in for more agony.

And I love it. XD

Okay, so... (Ignore my boys screaming in the background please--not the most flattering picture of Banba I know, but leave him alone he’s sad DX)

So... It’s definitely just the way it disappears, but... The other three colour don’t do that? So either it was just a style choice bc there’s only two colours on this side and three on the other and I’m overanalysing, or...

Also. I. I just noticed the water bubbles. Or are those meant to be tears.

WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN BUILD MAN?

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #Ryusoulger Spoilers #my precious Dino Children #wow what an opening #well I'm excited #ready to see where this goes #hope it keeps tearing my heart apart actually #I don't usually cry at tv shows #and I was expecting MOH (Mentor Occupational Hazard) #but... #I was not expecting it to be that rough #oof #... #...... #......... #GIVE ME MORE #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat #Long Post

[skizmin]

↦ skizmin, top 2018 music videos:

regular, nct 127

⤏ um. do i even need to explain??? it’s obvious. sm has ALWAYS made epic videos, but the amount of gorgeous editing in this like Oh My God Did You See That Tiger????? the shot with the gold background and they’re dancing is my absolute fav bc the lighting is SO odd but works so well. ugh. UGH. i love this video definitely one of my favs

getting closer, seventeen

⤏ okay. my fav mv director (who dominates this list) basically this video saved my YEAR. released late on but like. EVERYTHING this director does i am bound to love. working with seventsen for a while, they have a good dynamic, and the way he uses colour here in a specifically dark video is just??? genius??? ugh i love this video so much it’s perfect in almost every way.

thanks, seventeen

⤏ sigh here we go again fav mv director. first thing, jihoon when all the lights turn on and illuminate him a bit more. this is continued throughout the WHOLE video can u believe the shot was made by turning on lights kpop groups take some NOTES bc vm project is PEGGING them at u rn. okay makeup room scene. the colours in this are HHHhh, this warmth we haven’t really seen as the brainstorming scenes are stark, and the recording and practicing scenes are cool toned. and. AND. the way they all mouth “because we’re carved in each other’s hearts” and turn their heads to the camera i CHOKED what a beautiful shot and just. amazing direction. basically, for the concept of this video, it is amazingly made. from the way it slowly transitions from performance shots in the practise room to shots where members focused on the camera like a real performance on stage. honestly how does jo beomjin nail EVERY song and concept thrown at him idk

giddy up, the boyz

⤏ okay so the first shot we get of the boyz is a one shot of their whole first verse. that is a 36 second long shot. and it doesn’t even feel boring. this music video is THE MASTER of continuous shots. solo shots for the boys are long and, if i can say this, perfect for fan creators that may make gifs, animations or artworks without blurry quick scenes. BY FAR the best shot in the ENTIRE music video (2:02 for reference) is a shot that starts as an aerial, showing a circular formation around haknyeon, it then cascades down, following him to ensure the intensity of his movements is well emphasised, it then falls down to straight on level showing the whole group before continuing to zoom to jacob, following his movements in leading the dance before finally cutting. this shot is 14 seconds long. i could talk abt so much but but i just. THIS!! OKAY!! a fantastic video. camera director needs some recognition.

no air, the boyz

⤏ colours colours colours!!! i especially respect with this video that although the white background dancing was blue toned, they took account of kevin’s red hair and added red accents to certain members clothing to even it out!!! ISNT THAT THOUGHTFUL AND NEAT!!! tbz have worked with a few music video directors since their debut, and i’m shocked at how consistent their videos have been accounting this. their directors ability to connect with the group is crazy, and they’re all perfect on filming dance scenes. WATER. water water water. now, this is a very cheap trick but an effective one, and something i LOVE seeing. dancing in water and spraying water on the ground for night scenes ALWAYS looks gorgeous.

bbibbi, iu

⤏ this video. THIS VIDEO. okay, let’s get it out of the way, the colours in this video are actually gorgeous. the way the director (again, VMs jo beomjin) uses them is perfect, keep it unblocked, mix it with contrasting props and odd shapes, take the eyes OFF the colour, whilst still having the colour dominate the screen. clearly, my favourite scenes from this video is the white room with the yellow concentrated area where she dances, taking your eyes away from the odd colour placement and of course the scene where she’s on the field with the “mirror” “window” whatever. VM never fails to wow me with their flawless and nicely placed editing skills. the angle shots on the field scenes are just gorgeous. all the angles are gorgeous. ugh. T H I S V I D E O. the only think i dislike is the animated paper planes, they’re just unnecessary tbh sjsjsj

new heroes, ten

⤏ okay so this director did nct dream go too which didn’t make the list but STILL good anyway so new heroes. i think we ALL know why it’s here. imagine a music video so SIMPLE yet so stunning, using the old fashioned ways with lights, illusion, contrast, costume and good ol’ golden hour. the colours in this video are simply gorgeous, that much is clear, but the technique with the lights in the sheet thingy??? jesus christ. the way they shined off of his body even when they did shots without the sheet i was DEAD. the shirt man. what a perfect way of inveloping costume into your filming techniques??? the way it reflected all the light??? PUTTING HIM IN FRONT OF THE WATER WHERE IT WAS REFLECTING THE SAME LIGHT??? SIMPLE GENIUS. and then it goes from that the the GORGEOUS blue sky and like. all those scenes of extravagant buildings vs. shitty ones and WHOA. i love. i love a lot.

bad boy, red velvet

⤏ sm yet again. colours once more. you cannot deny the way colours are used here is amazing. like. oh my GOD the pinks the everything i’m in love shhixhaha. literally every set they used was gorgeous, the solo shots were gorgeous. the way the director used slowmo and the way they used props and costumes like i’m so. IN LOVE.

love scenario, ikon

⤏ vm project yet AGAIN. so. you’ve all seen it so i don’t need to go too in depth but the CONTINUOUS SHOTS IM IN LOVE. we’ve seen from seventeen clap that jo beomjin loves using multiple people but it’s used so ELEGANTLY here especially with jinhwan omg i like, cried. the sets and shadows and colours and everything is just fucking. amazing. simply gorgeous. i’m so in love with this video.

#vm project is my ult and jo beomjin is my bias #for anon!! but also i knew id do this anyway #if the read more doesnt work i am SORRY its bc i suck and thmblr sucks and everyone sucks #skizmin #claudia time

[desdinovas]

award show || brad simpson

not my gif

pairing: Brad Simpson x Female Reader

word count: 2,031

notes: got this request a few weeks ago and it’s probs my fav thing anyone has requested so far, hope this is good enough

“Brad, this is literally the millionth suit you’ve tried on today,” you pointed out from your place on your shared bed.

You actually didn’t mind helping him with his outfit at all. Watching him try suit after suit, one looking better than the other on him. I mean, who wouldn’t want to see that? Ever since he found out his band would be attending the Brits, he got way too excited about it and wanted everything to be perfect that night. And that includes, of course, his outfit.

“I know, love, but none of them are good enough.” Brad argued back as he studied his reflection in the mirror standing in front of him.

“You look amazing in all of them.” You stood up from the bed and walked towards him, hugging him from behind and standing on your tiptoes so you could let your chin rest on his shoulder.

“I’m still not convinced,” he said as he scanned his wardrobe.

A few seconds passed before his eyes landed on a very unusual suit. He had actually forgotten he bought that one. It was an impulsive buy and he never got the chance to wear it —mainly because he tossed it to the back of his wardrobe as soon as he came back from the store, making him totally forget about its existence.

“How about this one?” Brad asked as he took it out from the closet and started analysing it.

“Isn’t it a little too bright?” You asked back with furrowed brows. Oh, did I forget to mention the suit was bright red?

“Yeah, but Con told me he’s wearing a red suit as well so maybe we could match.” Brad shrugged.

“I thought I was your date to the red carpet.” You teased, pretending to be hurt by his words.

Brad chuckled under his breath and turned his head to kiss your cheek. “You’re wearing a white dress, right?” He asked even though he already knew the answer since you went dress shopping with him and it was him who ended up choosing it.

You nodded your head a bit confused, not knowing where he was going. “Then I’ll pin a little white rose on my suit. That way we’ll be matching.” Brad explained as he winked an eye at you.

You gave him a smile and he got himself into the bathroom to try on the red suit. Although there was no need to bother on going to the bathroom to get changed —since you’ve seen each other naked like a million times— he wanted to surprise you with the final result, rather than watching him during the process of getting dressed. Why? Because he absolutely loves your reactions.

“So? What do you think?” Brad asked as he stepped out of the bathroom. What he didn’t know this time was that your jaw would literally drop once your eyes fell on him.

“Holy fucking shit.” Was all you could say.

Your eyes were wide as you studied every single detail, not once finding a flaw. How can someone be this hot without even trying? He was wearing a black shirt while the rest of the suit —including his tie— was red.

“Is it that bad?” Brad asked at the lack of feedback from you.

You blinked a few times before answering; “are you kidding me? You look unbelievably handsome.”

“Do you think so?” He questioned as he stood in front of the mirror, carefully studying his reflection with his nose wrinkled. “Isn’t the colour a bit extravagant?”

“I mean, I thought that too.” You began, not being able to stop yourself from shamelessly staring at his bum. But he doesn’t have to know that. “But that was before I saw it on you. Bloody hell, red is definitely your colour.”

“Are you sure?” Brad asked again, and that was enough to tell you that he was insecure about it.

“Absolutely,” you nodded your head. “Red is definitely my new favourite colour after seeing it on you.” You said in all honesty and he gave you a small smile. “Look, if you’re not wearing that to the awards then I’ll be very disappointed.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your faces almost touching. “Trust me, you look amazing.”

“Babe, do you think I should wear my-“ Brad stopped in his tracks as soon as his eyes landed on you. “Oh, my good God.” He gasped.

You turned around as you finished applying your makeup and gave Brad a confused look once your eyes met his. “What? What is it?”

Brad shook his head repeatedly. “Nothing, it’s just that my girlfriend is the hottest thing in the world. That’s all.”

You could literally feel your cheeks going red as you shot him a small smile. “Stop.” How did he manage to make you feel like an actual school girl?

“No, I’m serious.” He said as he walked closer to you and placed a hand on your waist. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

You smiled again and pecked his lips. “You don’t have to win me over. We’re already dating, you know.” You joked before stroking the few curls growing on the back of his head.

“Just speaking the truth,” he said giving you a cheeky grin that always sends you flying —and today was no exception. He leaned over to catch your lips in his, smiling into the kiss.

“What were you about to ask me?” You panted as soon as you broke apart from the kiss.

“Oh, right.” Brad nodded his head, remembering why he went into the bedroom in the first place. “Should I wear my glasses to the awards? Because I figured I won’t be able to see shit from our seats.”

“Of course you should, baby.” He smiled at the pet name. “Why shouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know,” he hesitated his next words. “Do you think they make me look dorky?” He asked with the most adorable concerned look. He was so insecure about everything lately, you just wanted to sit down with him and lecture him on how perfect he is.

You shot him a warm smile as you stroked his right cheek with your thumb. “No, Brad.” You reassured him. “If anything, they make you look even more cute than you already are.”

Brad frowned at your last sentence. “We’ve been through this, darling. I’m not cute, I’m a man.”

“Fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him and decided to tease him a little bit more. “You’re a cute man, happy now?”

“That is not what I meant.”

You jumped into the limo that was waiting for the two of you outside of your house and greeted the rest of the band, who were already there.

“You look great, (y/n).” James said as he shot you a smile.

You smiled back at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, watch it.” Brad playfully said in a warning tone. “She’s my girl.” He glared at James. And although he was kidding, everyone knew there was a bit of truth in his words.

A few minutes went by before you felt Brad shifting on his seat beside you and making quiet noises. You turned your head to be met by him frantically touching his blazer.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just trying to pin the rose,” Brad answered with his brows furrowed. (p.s here’s a video to give y’all an idea bc me writing about it doesn’t do how cute he is any justice)

“Need some help?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression on your face. “Seems like you could poke yourself any minute now.”

“Please,” he whined and you laughed at how adorable he was. You took the little white rose in your hands and pinned it to his suit soon enough. “Thank you, love.” He smiled before kissing the top of your head.

“We’re here.” Connor announced and the five of you hopped off the limo to be met by a huge wave of cameras flashing at you.

Brad’s arm was immediately around your waist and tightly holding you close to him in a protective way. You tried to ignore all the questions the paparazzi were asking you as you made your way towards the red carpet.

Brad turned to you and your eyes finally met his. He gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m gonna go take some pictures with the boys. I won’t be long, okay?” He gently stroked your cheek with his hand.

You just nodded your head and watched him join the rest of the band on the red carpet while you stood where all the paparazzi and interviewers were standing. You watched the boys pose for an awful lot of different cameras and started wondering how it was possible for one human being to be so good looking without even trying. Brad was literally just standing there doing absolutely nothing but faintly smile, and yet it was the most beautiful thing your eyes have ever seen.

“C’mere, baby.” Brad rushed to where you were standing and you shook your head, trying to get rid of your thoughts.

You intertwined your fingers with his and he guided you to the red carpet. Your eyes wandered to look for the boys and soon you found them talking to an interviewer. Brad wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned his head down so he was whispering in your ear. “Just relax, okay? I’m here.”

You faintly nodded your head and took a deep breath just before the flash from all the cameras started blinding you.

You tried to smile at a numerous amount of cameras so you wouldn’t be looking at the same one all the time, but it was quite hard to figure which camera you were looking at with all those bright lights shining into your eyes. Brad leaned in to kiss your cheek and you subconsciously closed your eyes and smiled. The sound of various cameras shooting was heard and you made a mental note to yourself to look for that picture online later.

After a few more seconds of posing, Brad squeezed your waist gently and walked you over to where the boys were talking with the interviewers.

Just as you two stopped beside the boys, the middle aged woman who was interviewing them smiled before saying, “here they are! We were just talking about how cute you guys are.”

Brad smiled as a light shade of pink coloured his cheeks. “Thank you. Although, I must say, she takes all the credit.” He said while turning to give you a sweet smile as his hand gently stroked your waist.

You just smiled back at him, hoping the camera behind the woman wouldn’t be able to capture your flushed cheeks.

“You two have been dating for quite a while now, does it ever get hard when it comes to the distance?” She asked before placing her microphone in front of Brad for him to answer.

“Distance is definitely hard,” he began. “But we’re determined to make this work, so we try not to make it such a big of a deal, you know? Whenever I’m away for tour one of us is always trying to find some time to visit the other one.” He concluded with a sided smile.

You just kept smiling the entire time, not feeling the need to answer the questions. They were all aimed for Brad anyways.

“You must really love each other.”

“Yeah,” Brad nodded with a huge smile as he looked down at you. “I love her, she’s great.” You looked up to smile back at him.

After the boys were done with the interviews you all proceeded to the actual award show. Once you were sat in your designated seats, Brad placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a little squeeze.

“You were great, darling.”

“I just smiled the whole time.” You chuckled as your eyes met his.

“And that’s enough,” he said with a reassuring smile and you went to peck his lips. “Did I tell you how bloody stunning you look tonight?”

You shot him a wide smile. “Only about a thousand times.” You teased.

“Well, here goes again; you look absolutely stunning.” You just smiled as your eyes were still locked with his. “I love you, babe.”

I’m also leaving a few pictures of him on that goddamn red carpet cause holy mother of god, this boy is a snack lol who am I kidding he’s a motherfucking full course meal

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