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hi babe! was wondering if you could write something abt hotch + reader having their daughter’s first birthday and all of the team is there and it’s so cute and we get big brother jack.

maybe it including light bickering between them but it’s so clear they love each other so much still and it really is just pointless bickering. something fluffy for sure.

up to you! i trust your wonderful writing , thank u bunches !

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take the bench

AHH that's so adorable 🥹 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, domestic banter <3 and aaron being very dad <3

"are you kidding, look how cute!" you exclaimed, holding up the little outfit for all to see. your daughter's tiny hands immediately made a grab at it. "this is perfect for spring."

"after two boys, i can't express enough how fun it is shopping for a girl." jj gushed, resting her chin comfortably on her hand. "new section of the store unlocked."

all had gathered for baby girl's very first birthday, and it's been quite the eventful afternoon. lively conversations, a plentiful spread of food, cake on the horizon.

currently your daughter was sat comfortably on your lap, while you orchestrated the whole present-opening extravaganza.

at her young age, she could pull the tissue paper out of the gift bags as instructed, you and jack helped with the actual paper ripping as needed. whether it was you tearing off a starter piece, or jack proudly fulfilling his big brother duties - simply unwrapping it entirely himself and excitably showing his sister what she had received.

and meanwhile, aaron had the most dad job: trash bag duty. it was right up his alley naturally, being sure to punctually collect the scraps of paper before they touched the ground; preventing a mess at all costs.

which ultimately, led up to a new game.

"jack," aaron grabbed his son's focus, holding the bag open and jack caught on instantly. he grinned, balling up and throwing the tissue paper in hand in aaron's direction.

it started off gentle; quiet cheers when jack made the shot, not to mention the growing smiles on both ends. but then it soon turned into them firing off at each other, a bit too aggressive in the constraints of the living room. jack's laughter heightened with each throw, and henry even began to join in from time to time.

while still enamored by the gifts, all thanks to her brother and father's volume, baby girl's attention was quickly drawn to them. she let out a high pitched squeal every time wrapping paper flew over her head and through the air, attempting to wiggle her way off your lap.

as much as you loved aaron and jack carelessly enjoying themselves, and the addictive giggles emitting from your daughter, you also didn't want to take the focus away from everyone's generous gifts. they had spent time, and money, and deserved the proper recognition in return.

"aaron." you warned lightly, raising an eyebrow when his gaze shot to yours - a silent, but loving nonetheless, quit it.

"alright bud," aaron caught the last makeshift ball from jack with his hand, shoving it into the trash. "take the bench. the ref is giving me that look."

"but dad-"

"you heard me. and your mother."

jack let out a small whine, but promptly complied. he returned to the stack of his sister's presents, shifting through and looking for the next one to give her.

"for someone on clean up duty, you sure are making quite the mess." you teased once you caught aaron's eyes again, jack placing the next gift in front of you, "a larger one, if i may add."

"mess isn't in my vocabulary." aaron quipped right back, a delightfully smug look on his face. "you shouldn't be the one talking."

you cocked your head to the side, comically, "oh?"

"who's side of the closet is currently exploding?"

"who's sock drawer has seen better days?"

"the parents are fightingggg." derek stretched out his voice, murmuring humorously under his breath and nudging penelope with an elbow. while the soft tone, his statement was for all to hear.

now, it was your turn to (lightly, as to not jostle baby girl) chuck a ball of wrapping paper at him. derek ducked, barely, laughing loudly as he straightened his posture back upright.

"good try, but not good enough mamas. you gotta work on your aim."

"see, i'm not making a mess." aaron teased as he came near to grab it off the carpet, taking a detour as well to give your lips a quick peck. "you have that title perfectly under control, darling."

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smile dancing its way onto your lips. aaron couldn't resist the sight, kissing you once more. "oh bite me, hotchner."

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hotvintagepoll · 3 months

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Ronald Colman (Arrowsmith, Random Harvest, Prisoner of Zenda)—"God! Ronnie Colman! Wasn't he marvelous? He had the greatest movie technique I've ever known in my life!" -Vincent Price

James Dean (Rebel Without A Cause, East of Eden)—can i just say that while james dean was horrendously hot, he also had a i-want-to-pick-him-up-and-carry-him-around-in-my-pocket-slash-hoodie-and-feed-him-treats kind of vibe to him? maybe it was because he was only 5'7, or maybe it was because (to me, at least) he constantly looked like a sopping wet poor little meow meow, or maybe it's because his eyebrows looked like they were too big for him. whatever it was, i'm beginning to understand why people still have posters of him in their rooms.

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

James Dean propaganda:

Ronald Colman propaganda:

No one, not even Douglas Fairbanks, could match Ronald Colman's screen close-ups. They were marvellous because he had a beautiful face, and because he had a deep but gentle masculinity: the ideal of the dark Englishman. — Laurence Olivier

Ronnie became not just an actor for me, but a way of life. — Vincent Price

"I wanna give some propaganda for Ronald Colman! His face acting made him a star in the silent era but when the arrival of the talkie brought one megastar after another down to earth he was one of the only ones to become more popular due to his voice, and became the blueprint for the “mellifluous voiced Englishman” type that Laurence Olivier and James Mason would later become known for. And to prove it here he is reading Shakespeare"

"1920s heartthrob to 1930s matinée idol to 1940s silver fox Oscar winner to 1950s comedy radio star, this man could do it ALL. I feel he is unfairly neglected today despite his smile making it into P.G. Wodehouse novels and the knee-melting qualities of his voice making it into a Rodgers & Hammerstein musical. A women's college made him the winner in their hottest celebrity poll in 1942, and I am right there with them. He was by all accounts an absolutely lovely person, as well, but I recognize that this poll is about the hotness and I think that Ronald Colman deserves more recognition for being ridiculously handsome and doing heartbreaking face-acting and having weaponizable quantities of charm. Also he saved David Niven's life (according to the latter's memoir) by shooting a shark once. Very sexy of him."

He was a wonderful friend; steady, true, full of wisdom and humour. He was generous and completely unbitchy unlike so many actors. A great actor, the master of the understated playing, and one many people (including me) tried hard to copy. A glorious speaking voice, dirty great brown 'fan' eyes, a smile that lit up the whole of Beverly Hills, and a man who could give a lame dog or a struggling actor a lift with never a thought of self-congratulation. — David Niven

#james dean #ronald colman #round 3 #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old man

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kookies2000 · 1 year

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We all know this scene when Puss faces his past lives.

Spoilers

I'll be honest, something was disturbing in this scene when I first saw it. I'm rewatching the scene and trying to put my finger on it. Then it hit me. That Tik Tok comment I saw that said the Lost Souls were acting like the sins from the Bible. The connections people made from this film and toxic masculinity. This scene right here is oozing with toxicity and masculinity.

Before I go any further, I would like to say that I am not down-talking men. I'm analyzing this scene as a Mexican woman.

Anyways, here are some traits in toxic masculinity.

Self-reliance - Men believe they have to do all the work and handle everything by themselves. Independent at all times, they need no one. They believe doing things by themselves will make them successful in life. Being vulnerable will cause the man to be ridiculed. That's Puss throughout the film.

Promiscuous - There's nothing wrong with having sexual relations with others. If it's your thing, it's your thing. But there is such thing as too much of a good thing. Being flirtatious is ok, healthy even, but when it becomes very frequent or an obsession, it can lead to problems in forming long-term romantic relationships. Puss in a nut shell.

Being violent and dominant - Most men believe they have to be strong, physically mostly. So they take risks in life and try to beat others in their own game. Taking risks can be a way to demonstrate dominance. This can include gambling as well. Or dangerous sports. The cause of some of Puss deaths. Not to mention Death pretty much gave Puss a reality check. Puss isn't as strong as he thought he was.

And a big one, refusing to seek help when struggling - self-explanatory. Men try to be emotionless and never seek intimacy with others. Especially with other men as it's seen as a weakness.

All these traits are displayed in this scene. At first, it's fun for Puss because he remembers how much fun he had in his past lives. All the parties, lovers, drinks/food, adventures, risk-taking, everything. But once the adrenaline wears down, Puss knows it's time to leave. But of course, the Lost Souls don't let him. They try their best to convince him to leave Perrito and Kitty and get his lives back. They straight up tell him he doesn't need them and he's better alone. But at this point, Puss already formed a bond with Perrito and is reconnecting with Kitty. He remembers his regrets and this is what makes him determined to go back.

I guess the Souls notice this and start to ridicule Puss for being so vulnerable. Which is something I pointed out already in self-reliance. Men get teased and made fun of if they show even an ounce of vulnerability. Men can't have intimacy with their friends, let alone friends who are men. Men can't be held down by marriage. It sounds over the top but it does happen. I've seen it happen in the past in my household.

Men are also pushed to be physically and emotionally strong. Which is what Puss was trying to do as well. He didn't want to be afraid. He didn't want help and was a lone wolf. He refused to seek help when struggling. Thankfully for him, Perrito was a very determined guy. He followed Puss and helped him become more vulnerable and to open up more. Fixing his relationship with Kitty and becoming fiends.

So yeah, this scene was something alright. Puss was already developing at this point of the film. And then they made him face just how toxic he was being in his past lives. It almost felt like torture for him. But this is an important step in developing into someone better. You have to face your past some time and realize your mistakes so you don't make them again.

Ps, Antonio's voice acting here was incredible. Voicing nine different Puss while making each one unique. From the tone of voice to personality. He deserves some recognition for this scene.

#puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots #just had to get this one off my chest #because this film #was something special #movie analysis

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arabellasleopardcoat · 2 months

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Pyrite - Chapter 3: Tears have drowned you

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Chapter summary: Aemma's and Daemon's coins finally land. Reader is not pleased.

Chapter warnings: Anxiety.Violence. Nudity. Sexual remarks. Kidnapping/ witness protection (Daemon's version) Reader gets slapped a few times, discussions of abortion and death.

A/N: They finally met! I am so sorry if this chapter is off, I am going through a breakup.

“This is an interesting contraption.” The Prince says, examining the dry brush that you use on the Queen before her bath. It makes her skin smoother. You gape at him, setting down the bucket of water that you were carrying. You were not expecting him to seek you out.

Panic rises at your throat and threatens choking you. You were not expecting him to come after you. Not like this.

It had all seemed so clear when you had overheard it. You couldn't let an innocent baby die, so you had to send the note. But after you had done so, fear started to sink in.

Otto Hightower was not a man to be trifled with. He was smart and ruthless, alight with the sort of fire that prompted me to do anything necessary to be someone in life. It was a yearning not so dissimilar to your own. Maybe Ser Otto was not of common birth, but he was a second son. And all second sons spent their lives waiting, just like the commoner, to be noticed.

He would do anything to finally get the recognition and standing he felt he deserved, including disposing of unexpected obstacles. After all, if he was willing to kill a babe still in the womb, why not a serving girl?

Your nights were spent lying on your cot, with the blanket pulled up high enough to hide your face and hair. You felt safer that way. The blanket wrapped tight around your body allowed you to feel any shifts on the bed, preventing anyone from sitting or leaning on your bed as you slept without you being alerted of it. Hiding under it had a less practical motive. Like a child, you just felt better that way.

Never before had you thought so much about your own death. When you were younger, and first became aware of death, you had realized it meant that you would die one day too. It was a scary thought, but it wasn't one that would make you freeze in terror as it did now.

Would it hurt? Would he poison your food? Send a sellsword after you? You had been raised under the Faith of the Seven, but your belief in them was weak. You doubted the existence of the Seven Heavens or Seven Hells. Would it be like falling asleep? Perhaps it would hurt. And then nothing would come ever again. You would just cease to exist, to be.

You had worried so much about Otto Hightower that you had not thought of the other, more dangerous threat to your wellbeing. Prince Viserys' attack dog. Daemon Targaryen.

“I must say, I had not expected such a reaction.” Prince Daemon sets down the brush, smirking. “Have you never given a man a bath before?”

You wished you were wittier. That your tongue was as sharp and fast as his. But with fear clouding your senses, you could do little more than curtsy clumsily.

He knows. He knows. He knows. The words kept repeating on your mind, a constant litany of panic and urgency. Your heart was beating wildly inside his cage, so hard you felt it might break a few bones and jump out of your chest.

No one would protect you. Not even your mother, placed in an impossible position by her foolish daughter. Between her beloved Queen and the future King of Westeros, something would have to give. Because thanks to you, Prince Viserys' victory seemed more certain. Why else bring his brother, if not to deal with the threat?

They were supposed to be in the city to visit their father, the Lord Hand. You did not believe a word of that excuse. Never before had they visited Prince Baelor. The Lord Hand went to them, not the other way around.

Would anyone care if you were to disappear? You were so invisible, no one would miss you. You hadn't made many friends among the other servings girls. The Queen you served didn't notice you, nor did any of the other nobles. You only had your family.

“There must be a confusion.” You said, cautiously. You decided to keep your eyes fixed on the Prince's face. It was an unusual choice, you weren't supposed to gaze at nobles so directly. But you were not so foolish as to be in the same room as a predator and leave him unchecked. “I serve Queen Alyssane, my Prince. Only her. I am sure other…"

“I know.” He cut you off, before you could offer to find him another serving girl to help with his bath. You were desperate to get away from him, and it probably showed. "I complimented my grandmother's skin. She said the secret was your mother's baths."

That gave you pause. It made the fear recede a little. It was an odd question for a man, but Targaryens were known for their queer customs. Especially this one. It was perfectly plausible.

If they were trying to get information out of you, it would have been easier for Princess Aemma to call for you. After all, she could become your future lady, and probably was more interested in baths than Daemon Targaryen.

So. They didn't know, and Prince Daemon had a genuine interest in baths or he did know something, but not everything. If you played your cards right, you could still walk away unscathed.

“Then by all means, I shall fetch my mother!” You said, trying to gauge his reaction to your obvious attempt to get away.

The Prince's features shifted into a mask of pure rage before smoothing down into a strained smile. The change was so quick that if you had not been paying such close attention to his eyes, you would have missed the murderous glint in them, the way his smile showed way more teeth than necessary, how his fists clenched by his sides.

He knew. The Seven save you, Prince Daemon knew.

“I asked about that. She delegated the task to you.” He said, flatly. “Now hurry and help me undress.”

You stepped closer to him. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you not to. Your stomach dropped, the hairs of your arms stood up, you felt like you were about to throw up. But what other choice did you have?

The pact had not been meant for you to witness. You knew that. Foolishly, you had worried about Otto Hightower and Corlys Velaryon. You had thought about how they would find you, and how they would kill you.

The conspirators had been outside the Red Keep, so if they suspected a leak, they might go after the tavern's cashier or owner first. It was doubtful any of them recalled the other people in the shop with them that day. That was not how Prince Daemon must have found you. If it proved hard for the men present, for him it would have been impossible.

How could a man be aware of a conversation that had happened a month before, thousands of miles away? No. He hadn't found out that way, or he wouldn't need you. They would already know who was threatening them.

With shaky hands, you unbuttoned and took off his jerkin. Prince Daemon was slightly tanned, as a result of all the time he must spend outdoors. You had heard that since claiming his dragon, not a day passed without him riding the blood wyrm. You also knew, by the sword on his belt and the muscles in his back, that he must train quite a bit.

Your eyes must linger a second more than it is proper because Prince Daemon laughs.

“Never seen a naked man before?”

“No, my Prince.” You swallow, mouth a bit dry. You are unsure if it is because you are getting an eyeful of a handsome man, or because of how worried you are.

You shouldn't have sent that note. Oh, the note. That was what would truly doom you. Deciding to send it to Dragonstone had been a gamble. You thought sending it directly to where Princess Aemma was would be quicker than trying to convince the Lord Hand.

Time was of the essence, after all. Nobles often announced their pregnancies around the three or four moon mark, considering it was more unlikely for the babe to die after that date. If the Princess knew of her pregnancy, it meant she had not bled for over a moon. For the conspirators to find out, more time had to have passed. Mellos would have to act quickly to fit into the timeframe.

“Don't worry.” Prince Daemon stepped away from you, a salacious grin on his face. “I will make your first time good for you, too.”

And looking you directly in the eyes, he yanked his breeches down.

“What are you?” You asked, trying to save face. You pointedly did not look down. “One and ten?”

Daemon tutted.

“Mouthy little thing, aren't you?”

You paled. In truth, you had not really thought that through. You shouldn't have mouthed back to a Prince, regardless of what he was doing to you. Much less, if he knew what you had done.

You had not been so foolish as to sign the note, but it still had your handwriting. It could easily betray your identity, especially considering that the fact that the Princess was at Dragonstone was not common knowledge to every commoner.

Could they tell that? That you were a commoner, just for the way you wrote? It had worried you at the time, but you had not expected them to narrow it down enough to actually come after you.

“I apologize, my Prince.” You lowered your eyes, before coming right to face with his… You quickly looked up.

“I don't mind it. I like my girls with a bit of a bite.” He leered. “Much nicer to split them open on your cock when they are likely to yowl and hiss like cats in heat.”

Your cheeks burned. You fought the urge to fled the room.

“I am eight and ten, to answer your question.” Prince Daemon kept going, as if nothing had happened. “What of you?”

You mumbled your age, and kneeled, holding the brush.

“Good, aren't you eager?” He laughed. You ignored him and started to brush from his feet towards his chest. The roughness of the brush startled him, and you felt a sense of dark vindication. “Oh… That's…"

You didn't let him finish, starting to brush his calves from behind, roughly. So what if you were taking your frustrations on him? Near a moon had passed without news, and with you living in anguish.

No one had talked about Princess Aemma, not to announce a loss or a pregnancy. You went on with your duties, trying to pretend nothing was wrong. Your previously gorgeous hair started falling out in clumps, and no tincture from your mother's journal could fix it. You could not stop thinking of Princess Aemma.

She was in your thoughts when you brushed the Queen's hair. Would she wear the crown next? You thought of her every time you saw a pregnant woman. Did the babe survive? Would she be your lady? If she were, would you be able to swallow this secret, keep it down?

“Is this necessary?” Prince Daemon asked, with a wince, when your brush approached his rear. It was very shapely, so you rubbed harder to vanish the thought from your mind.

“It is part of the Queen's bath.” You mumbled, thinking of how as soon as you scrubbed him raw, you were placing him in the bath and running away.

You did not get to do that. Prince Daemon, instead of eight and ten, acted five. He asked for you to wash his hair and rub his back, and overall made a nuisance out of himself. Not once did he ask about the note or your thoughts on succession. Instead, he made inane chatter and poorly hidden innuendos.

When you finished bathing him, you were convinced he was the most hellish man you had ever met. But you were also convinced that he was harmless.

How wrong you were.

The first thing you became aware of was a pounding headache. Your scalp hurt, and when you tried lifting your hands to check on it, you realized that they were tied to something.

Your limbs felt numb. Panic threatened to drown you once more, but you fought the initial waves and forced yourself to be calm. This was what you had been waiting for. If you wanted to live, you had to play it smart.

You lifted your eyelids, barely enough for you to see through a blurred sliver. The world around you was tinted red, and your eyelashes felt stuck together. You could see your legs, extended on the floor. You were sitting somewhere.

Softly, you tugged at your restraints. Your arms were tied behind you, but around something solid. A tree trunk? A bedpost?

You could not remember what had happened or how you had gotten here. Under you, there was something soft. A rug. So this was inside somewhere. You opened your eyes a bit more, hoping to catch a glimpse of the world around you, but cautious to do so in case you were being watched.

“You are awake.” A woman’s voice said. Her hand, soft and dainty, grabbed your chin in a bruising grip. “Good.”

Princess Aemma was crouching in front of you, a look of pure rage in her eyes.

“You will tell me who dared hurt my child. Or else.”

You blinked, stupidly. She was not who you had been expecting. Freshly wounded and surprised, you clearly took a second too long to answer because Princess Aemma slapped you. Hard.

Your vision darkened. You let out a ragged pant. This was… Not ideal. You had no idea of what was going on, or how she had known. Was it wise to speak?

“Who was it? Who ordered it?”

You whimpered. Could Princess Aemma protect you from Otto Hightower? His reach could be further than you thought. But even if she could, it would be picking a side. With the succession issue still unsolved, it felt unwise to do so.

Aemma could be the future Queen, yes. But so could Princess Rhaenys. And she would not want you then, if she knew you had passed information along to her rivals.

What would you do, then? Where would you find employment? Being a handmaiden to Targaryen women was all you knew how to do. Horrible images of ending up cleaning toilets or, the Seven forbid, in a pleasure house crossed your mind.

And that was if Princess Aemma allowed you to live. Perhaps she would think you too much of a burden or a part of the plot to hurt her, and just… Dispose of you. She had enough gold to hire an assassin or acquire poison, if she didn't do it with her bare hands. By the look in Aemma's face, she was very close to becoming a murderer.

You shook your head, near tears.

“Tell me.” Aemma insisted, her grip turning cruel. She raised her hand to strike again.

You shook your head again.

“Aemma?” Someone else spoke. It was a male’s voice, this time. You jerked upwards. Aemma's hand stilled. “I brought Daemon.”

Prince Viserys and Prince Daemon stepped inside the chamber that you were in. You felt like you were about to throw up. Exactly how many royals were keeping you captive?

Prince Daemon gave you a wave. He was sporting a smug smile that made you want to strangle him.

“We meet again.”

You glared. Aemma struck you again. The pain barely registered. You felt as if your head was too heavy for your body. It lolled to the side. A sudden wave of nausea prevented you from rightening it.

“Do not dare look at my good brother or husband, you whore.” She grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at her. “You either talk, or I will throw you in the cells. And when I find out who murdered my child, you will die alongside them.”

“My love, we shouldn't…” Prince Viserys swallowed, nervously.

“Shut up, Viserys!” Princess Aemma shrieked and the Prince cowered. This was the man King Jaehaerys wanted as his heir? Maybe Queen Alyssane and Otto Hightower were onto something. The thought registered as hilarious in your mind's scrambled condition, so you laughed.

Aemma turned towards you, outraged, but someone else's laughter stopped her dead in her tracks. Both of you turned, searching for the source of the sound.

Prince Daemon was laughing, eyes crinkling in the corners. He looked, much to your disgust, even more handsome.

“What?” He asked the Princess, between chuckles. “It was funny.”

“It was not.” Aemma scowled. She raised her hand again. “You little bitch! What did I tell you about looking at my…?”

“I think not.” Daemon intercepted her hand, holding her away. You sighed. You weren't stupid enough to think he was protecting you. No, he was just going to speed things along.

Daemon was one of the few people you had met that deserved their reputations. Dashing and a good warrior, yes. But also mercurial and quick to anger.

“Speak. Or I will make you speak myself. I assure you, you won't enjoy it." His hand brushed the blood away from your face, almost tenderly. You flinched. There was something about his touch that made your skin crawl. Gone was the young man from earlier, all playful smiles and banter. Instead, only a cold mask remained. His words lacked embellishments or thinly veiled threats. Daemon was not bluffing. “You won't die. Not for a long time. I will make sure that whoever poisoned Aemma knows it was you who spoke. And they can kill you.”

They. He would make sure they. The words were spoken like a promise, almost an oath. The Prince was completely serious.

Being left to the mercy of Otto Hightower was not something you wished for. And between the two of them, you knew who you feared more. You could always take a ship to Essos and find employment there if things went awry. But for that, you had to survive.

You whimpered. Aemma's fingers dug into your shoulders.

“Names.” She spoke, voice filled with contempt.

“Hightower! Ser Otto! And a Mellos! Corlys Velaryon was there, but he did not know.”

Prince Daemon and Prince Viserys exchanged a look. Prince Daemon crouched behind you, while Prince Viserys helped Princess Aemma stand.

“Good, little bird.” Daemon untied your wrists. You kept very still regardless. “Do you know what comes next?”

You shook your head. What else could they want from you?

“You will sing just as prettily during the trial.” He ordered, forcing you to your feet. Princess Aemma beamed at him. Prince Viserys looked thoughtful. “For all court to hear.”

Your stomach sank. It was a death sentence. A commoner, standing against Otto Hightower? You would not even make it to the stand. He was a powerful man, with powerful friends. But even if you did, you doubted King Jaehaerys would listen to you. You were one woman against the most important men of the realm.

And Queen Alyssane! Oh, Queen Alyssane would be so disappointed. She would no longer want your mother and you in her service, if she didn't decide first that you were part of the plot and ordered your death for harming her family. Or even worse, the Queen could be part of the plot herself and be offended by your meddling.

“No, please! Please, please. They will kill me.” You begged. “Please, Your Grace, let me go.”

Prince Daemon smirked. Princess Aemma’s face twisted into a vengeful expression. They both were pleased by the possibility of your death. You resigned yourself to it, silently starting to cry.

And then, the unexpected.

“She is right, Daemon. You can't ask her to stand against them, she will be dead before nightfall.” Prince Viserys spoke, timidly. The other, more violent two, halted.

You could have kissed him. You could have proclaimed him King yourself.

“Then what?” Prince Daemon frowned.

“We will have the trial. You keep her until then.” Viserys ordered. Princess Aemma huffed, and exited the room, slamming the door on her way out. She clearly disagreed, but not enough to do something about it.

You were left alone with Viserys and Daemon. You eyed them warily. No good deed went unpunished, did it? You had wanted to save a babe, and not only had you failed, but you had been thrown into a pit full of dangerous beasts, ready to swallow you whole. And by the look on Prince Daemon's eyes, the dragons were the worst of them.

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thatsrightice · 2 months

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Rosie’s Riveters was the only aircraft to return from the mission to Münster on October 10, 1943 and it was no easy task getting home.

Blakely’s crew in 42-3393 Just-a-Snappin’ had to go through something similar on their return from the mission to Bremen as they had to drop out of formation and make the trek home by themselves. I think Blakely and the rest of his crew deserve a little bit of recognition too;

Bremen had the worst flak they’d ever seen. "There was so much solid flak, you could almost slice it like cake” said pilot Ev Blakely

Flak destroys the number four engine, left elevator, and stabilizer as well as cracks the nose sending shrapnel into the Bombardier and Navigator

They catch on fire, but their electrics are gone so they can’t use the fire extinguisher. The only way to put it out is to drop out of formation and head straight into a steep dive in hopes it blows it out, which Ev Blakely is miraculously able to do

Have to limp back well over 200 miles to get to base with a max speed of 120 mph (at 100 mph the aircraft would stall and drop out of the sky) and immediately watch the only other Fort near them explode in a ball of flames thanks to enemy fighters

Smashed shortwave radio forced Forky, the radio operator, to send out an SOS by touching two wires together and praying

They were a sitting duck for the enemy fighters as they limped back to base at a mere 120 mph (at 100 mph the aircraft would stall and drop out of the sky)

Compass was stuck so Crosby had to navigate using the position of the sun with near-constant course corrections

They are credited with taking out at least 11 enemy fighters on their way home but not without their own injuries. Three of their crew are seriously wounded, one has a three-inch hole in their stomach, half of one’s face was scalped, and the other had the entire lower half of their body crushed and bleeding

You know engine number four? Yeah, it’s on fire again so time for another dive and it’s a miracle it went out again

But now they’ve got to salvo literally everything out into the channel from the spent cartridges laying on the floor to their woolen flying clothes, including their boots

Their dinghies were shot to pieces by the German fighters (and Crosby accidentally pulled the emergency handle on the hatch in the nose) so landing in the water ain’t an option

Everyone who’s not flying goes to help the wounded, packing their wounds with their open parachutes and warming up the frozen morphine applicators (?) in their mouths

Now they’re coming in for a crash landing at a dummy UK base with literally zero control surfaces so Blakely and Kidd were piloting using pure strength. The rest of the crew go back to the waist and hold onto the injured men, like hold them to their chests, so that they aren’t further injured in the landing

Their brakes go out as they land and they’re sent careening into the only tree in the entire airfield, crushing the nose of the aircraft and sending tree branches and leaves through all of the windows and compartments (click for pics)

They just kind of sat there? Until someone came and was like “hey you need help?”

They want nothing more than something to eat but instead are stuck watching some officer count 1200 holes (no, not 800) before giving up because there’s too many

So now they had a hour long drive back to base, those who didn’t get sent to the hospital that is, only for the mess halls to be closed, all their stuff locked up in storage, and everyone looking at them like they were ghosts. But on the bright side, every man in the o-club tried to hand their drinks to them

Add-on:

In the end, 7 of her crew were injured and one fatally so. Most of the men would never fly another mission.

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lookstairs · 5 months

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One of my favorite Christmas movies has to be this one right here

Not only is it a fun twist on the whole Santa structure

It also explores the Claus family dynamic in a way that felt real

Steve the oldest son is the most competent Santa there’s ever been. He basically runs Christmas for his father Malcolm aka Santa. He dreams of taking over the Santa position.

Malcolm is a nice dad who just can’t let go of the Santa title (even if he’s just become a Christmas mascot rather than the actual person in charge)

Arthur is the youngest and most festive of the bunch. He spends his time reading children’s letters and wants every child to feel included.

Gran Santa Malcolm’s father and the previous Santa is a man obsessed with his glory days. He drags Arthur out just so he can prove to his son and grandson that he’s still a competent Santa.

Watching Steve stress over making everything perfect is so older sibling of him. He is on paper the “perfect” Santa. Sadly this hasn’t helped his relationship with any of the men in his family and he developed an inferiority complex from years of little to no recognition from his father.

Malcolm in his defense is not a bad person just very clueless to how his actions effect those around him. He wants to hold on to the Santa title so much that he doesn’t realize he’s hurting his own son

Not to mention being busy as Santa for years made him a pretty absent parent to both Steve and Arthur.

Grand Santa holds a deep resentment to the new way of doing things. So much so that he recklessly drags his grandson out just to prove he’s still got it. His actions endanger everyone around him and almost got them killed multiple times.

Arthur is a clumsy but determined guy. He faces ridicule from everyone around him especially when compared to his big brother Steve. He knows what others say and think about him yet he keeps a positive attitude no matter what.

This movie is sweet and entertaining the whole way through. All the main characters are flawed in their own way but they’re still good at heart.

This movie is so special to me and hope it gets the recognition it deserves

#arthur christmas #Christmas #christmas movies #movies #shrewviews

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chalkrevelations · 10 months

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There are things I say to my partner in the privacy of our living room when I’m blowing off steam that I would never in my life say to friends or other family members or bosses or work colleagues or fellow community members. I do this not because I’m two-faced but because I’m human. I get frustrated, but I’m also a grownup who realizes that my frustrations and fears in that moment are not the entirety of who I am. I have a right to express them, but I do not have the right to inflict them on the people who would be hurt by them. That’s why those conversations happen in private, in a safe space of trust, where my relationship allows me to show my partner parts of me that aren’t perfect and allows my partner to show me that I don’t have to be perfect in order to deserve to be cared about. I get support through my petty moments until I can be a better person.

This latest attack on Build is a horrifying violation of privacy and trust that leaves me feeling literally nauseated. I once again reiterate that I don’t trust third-hand amateur fan translation to be accurate and contextual, particularly given the provenance of the material, but Build himself is apparently distressed enough by at least some part of the material to make a public apology. So, that being out there, I will say: This was a private matter that should have stayed private, out of respect for everyone involved. Whatever was actually said is nobody’s business except Build’s and now, unfortunately, any named individuals who this was inflicted on and who may have been hurt by it. Which, rest assured, was the intention - to hurt not only Build with this, but also, particularly, Apo and Bible, both of whom Poi has shown her dislike of and ill-will toward in the past. I suspect some people also don’t know how abuse works, and it shows, given that what was purportedly said is a reflection of Poi’s own views back at her.

Whatever the context, I see that purity cancel culture still insists on freezing people in amber in their worst moments - without recognition of any capacity for change or growth - as long as it provides ammunition for a smug, gleeful Particicution. You’re stuck on some unkind things Build supposedly said more than a year ago? Let me tell you what I’ll remember for the rest of my life: The small, broken sound of Build’s voice just a few months ago as he tried to protect Bible and Bible’s career from a sociopath, in a telephone call that he felt he needed to secretly record as evidence of how he was being manipulated and abused.

Meanwhile, I see that swathes of KP fandom continue to be complicit in Poi’s campaign of public and dehumanizing abuse of him, which now includes not only borderline revenge porn, but separating him from his friends and isolating him. This is what abuse looks like. It’s happening in front of your eyes. Do you even care? Do you actually, legitimately care about abuse, or is it just a tool for you to use to win petty shipwars and make yourself feel righteous? Because here it is. Take a good look. This is a textbook play. And if you’re participating in reposting those screenshots of private conversations and mocking Build’s relationships and spreading vituperative language about him and acting like he deserves to have his life and career destroyed, you’re enabling an abuser. You are aiding and abetting her, as the very scenario she threatened him with - in order to maintain access to him, to keep him under control and compliant - continues to get spun out. YOU are a bully and a hypocrite and an abuser, helping to prove that the most dangerous time for an abuse victim is when they leave.

But I guess some victims do have to be perfect, huh?

(ETA: 7/18/23, 1520 - This post is being linked on Twitter by @cherryluminary with my permission. I'm not over there, but I increasingly feel like it's important to name what's happened, and continues to happen, to Build online as what it is - abuse. Similar to to my last post that breached containment, I'm going to ask people to remember that the behavior of Build's fans reflects on him - however fair that may or may not be - and should remain above reproach. I understand being angry - I'm angry, and at more people than I've discussed publicly, at this point. But if I find out you've been descending anywhere near the level of the ugly little sociopath in my inbox who openly admitted they want Build to kill himself, I'll block you.)

#build jakapan #do NOT show your ass in my inbox or anonymous will be turned off

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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chill

pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut 18+ (minors dni)

summary: you decide to tease minho while at a party and he's not having it

length: 2.5k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, dom!minho, sub!reader, praise, degradation, humiliation if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you lean against the bathroom door, tipping your head back to rest against it. as you stare up at the ceiling, a thought suddenly crosses your mind. you don’t know if it’s the little bit of alcohol flowing through you or your ever-growing desperation for minho or a combination of both that has the idea starting to form in your head. whatever it is you can’t help but turn to smile at yourself in the mirror, sharing a conspiratorial grin with your reflection before hitching your dress up to slide off your panties.

they are already practically soaked from the last few hours. it had been pure torture to be so near to him all night, knowing that the two of you would finally have some alone time after the events of the evening, but not being able to really touch him. if he was near you he would secretly caress your hand with his, or smile lovingly at you from across the room, or brush his hand gently across your back if he was moving past you. but beyond that there was little interaction. it didn’t bother you because you know how much pda makes him uncomfortable, but it had been so long since you truly had time together.

both of you had been so busy the last few weeks that you were only able to see each other for short periods of time. and that doesn’t even include the extra practice this week for the awards ceremony performance and then the actual awards show and now this after-party to celebrate their win. you were so proud of him for his accomplishments and wanted him to get the recognition he deserves, but at the same time you were practically counting down the minutes until it was over and you could have him to yourself.

until then, you had the exquisite suffering of watching him greet people and socialize with his friends while wearing the most perfectly fitted black button down and pants. an hour into the party you knew that if you had to stare at his thighs in those slacks, or that little triangle of bare skin from where he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, or his carefully tousled hair for a moment longer you were actually going to start screaming. so you had excused yourself to the bathroom to take a moment. and that’s when the idea had suddenly came to you.

you readjust your form-fitting dress back down around your thighs and ball up your panties in your hand, making sure they weren’t visible. you head back out to the party and sit on the arm of the couch next to minho, nudging his shoulder to get his attention.

“hey babe, i thought i would see if you wanted something to drink? or maybe a little snack?” as you finish talking you casually grab his hand in yours. to anyone around it appears to be a sweet little gesture, but you use it to secretly tuck your damp panties into his palm. you see realization flicker on his face for just a moment before he regains his neutral expression. throwing him a wink, you saunter back across the room and settle into a chair.

when you look back at him, he is just pulling his hand from his pocket, having undoubtedly slipped your panties there so no one would see them. you can’t help the little devious grin that creeps across your face. now maybe you won’t be the only one desperate for this party to be over.

the smile quickly disappears as your eyes meet his face and find him fiercely staring at you. he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on his thighs, head tipped down slightly while his gaze remains trained on you. his casual posture is in such stark contrast with the intensity of his stare. to anyone else he appears relaxed, just enjoying listening to conversations around him. in fact, no one seems to notice that he is no longer piping in every now and again with a witty remark or comment on the current topic.

you’re the only one in the room that seems to be aware of the shift that went through him. you squirm in your chair, trying but failing to hide your nervousness at his sudden unwavering attention. you frequently look away, unable to keep looking at him. but every time you look back, his eyes are still trained on you.

you don’t know how much time passes with his gaze pinning you to your chair, but you feel yourself growing more and more sober with every second his eyes devour you. just when you think you might just simply explode under his piercing gaze, he leans back on the couch and his right hand moves to his opposite wrist. with a movement so slow you aren’t even sure it’s happening, he undoes the button on his shirt cuff. and then he undoes the other. keeping the same torturous pace, he slowly starts to roll up his sleeves, never breaking his stare. you have to bite back the whimper that starts to slide up your throat as his forearms are exposed. when he finally settles the sleeves just below his elbows, he leans forward once more, resting his arms on his thigh and lacing his fingers together.

as much as his stare is making you nervous, you can’t help the way his intimidating gaze is sending sparks of excitement through your veins. if you were still wearing your panties you know that they would be even more soaked now than when you gave them to him.

he maintains his stare for a few moments longer before giving you a subtle ‘follow me’ motion with his fingers and pushing off the couch to head out of the room.

when he makes it around the corner you quickly glance around to make sure no one is paying attention before getting up to follow him. by the time you make it to the hallway, he is already near the end, his back disappearing from view as he turns into a room. when you make it to the room as well you find it completely dark. you falter for a moment, second-guessing if this is actually where minho went, when you feel a hand pull you into the room.

before you can even register what’s happening, your back is pressed against the now closed door and a switch is flicked, light flooding the space to reveal a small closet of some sort. you don’t have time to look around because all you can focus on is the way minho’s hand is up against the wall near your head as his face leans dangerously close to yours.

“would you like to explain what the fuck this was about?” he asks, his voice even and restrained. an object comes into view in the narrow space between your faces and you direct your focus to it. a blush creeps up your cheeks as you realize the object is your panties, dangling from the index finger of his free hand. words fail you and you simply bite your lip in response. minho’s eyes darken even more as he zeros in on the movement.

“are you such a little slut that you couldn’t even wait for the party to be over?” as he speaks he moves even closer to you and heat floods your core at the way he’s crowding your space. “you just had to have me that badly?” he leans in and nips your jaw harshly. you whimper at the sensation and tip your head back, knocking it into the door as you do.

“yes min,” you moan as his lips and teeth start to work their way down your neck. “i…i just miss..missed you so much.”

“you missed me? just me? because your behavior seems to suggest that you missed something else.” his lips trail up the length of your throat before ghosting over the shell of your ear. “like my cock.” goosebumps break out across your skin at his words and you can feel some of your arousal start to run down your inner thigh, your panties no longer there to help contain it.

“no, no, it’s not like that.” your words are rushed and you stumble over them as you fight against the lust clouding your brain at the feelings of his lips sucking gently on the skin beneath your ear. “i’ve just barely seen you recently because of our busy schedules and then you were gone and now you’re back--”

“well then,” he interrupts your rambling by pulling away suddenly. “if it was just me that you missed then i suppose we can head back to the party. i’ll make a spot next to me on the couch and that way you won’t have to feel like you’re so far away from me. that sound good?” he reaches for the door handle, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist before he can turn it.

“no! please! yes, i miss you and your presence of course, but that’s not it. i also missed--” your voice trails off and you look away, too embarrassed to admit your desperation for him out loud.

“yes princess?”

heat fills your cheeks as you look back at him, arousal shooting through you when you find that piercing gaze trained on you. “i.. i can’t say it, don’t make me say it.”

“if you want it so badly that you’ll take your panties off and give them to me in the middle of a crowded room, then you can be a good little slut and use your words.” he leans in close to you again, his lips brushing against your ear when he speaks. “come on princess, be a good girl and tell me what you want. tell you what you’ve missed.”

his words have you rubbing your thighs together and your desperation for him finally outweighs your embarrassment. “i need your cock. please min, i’ve missed it so much.”

“good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your temple before flipping you around and pressing your chest into the door. your brain momentarily short-circuits at the sharp contrast in gestures. you barely register the jingling of his belt coming undone or the way he bunches your dress up above your hips. your mind snaps back into sharp focus when you feel his hard length start to grind against your now exposed ass and you moan at the sensation, pushing back into him, begging for more friction.

“mmm, that’s my girl, always so needy for me.”

he brings one of his hands up in front of your mouth in a silent command and nudges his hips into yours to get your attention when you don’t immediately notice. the gesture refocuses you and you quickly comply, running your tongue across the length of his palm. you take your time to fully coat his hand with your saliva, messily moving your mouth across it. you take a moment to suck deeply on his fingers, reveling in the deep groan that vibrates through his chest when you do.

when he’s satisfied with your work he pulls back slightly and starts running his slick hand up and down his now throbbing cock. you barely have time to whine in protest at the lack of contact before you feel him moving forward again and aligning himself with your entrance. bracing one hand on your waist and the other on the door next to your head, he enters you fully in one stroke. you gasp out a moan at the sudden sensation, pleasure coursing through you at the feeling of finally having him after waiting for so long.

he quickly picks up a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into yours. as he fucks you, the hand gripping your waist wanders up your body until it reaches the neckline of your dress, pulling it down slightly to grope your breasts. he rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger and you mewl as pleasure shoots straight to your core.

when his other hand moves from the wall and snakes down between your legs to start playing with your clit, you cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of everything that’s happening. the hand that was toying with your breasts slides up and wraps around your neck, lightly applying pressure. he leans in even closer and continues fucking you in shallow strokes as he starts to whisper in your ear.

“shhh princess, i don’t want anyone to hear how i’m fucking my little slut like she deserves.”

you bite back your moans as best as you can, but the occasional whimper slips out as he continues to fuck you so perfectly, hitting every spot just right.

pressure starts to build low in your core, rapidly growing as he continues to play with your clit while thrusting into you faster and harder. just as you’re about to tip over the edge he increases the pressure of his hand around your throat and you shatter, choking on your own moans as you fall apart around him.

he eases his pace as you come, slowly thrusting into you as you ride out your high. his own release is rapidly approaching, but he holds it back, determined to draw out your orgasm as long as possible. he clenches his teeth as he feels you pulse around his cock, rolling his thumb against your clit gently in order to pull every ounce of pleasure from your body.

when he feels you start to come back down, he increases his pace, hips stuttering as he finds his own release. he buries his face in your neck to muffle his groans of pleasure as he tightens his arms around you, holding you close as he spills himself deep inside of you.

he drops his forehead to your shoulder as he pants, taking a moment to catch his breath. after his breathing returns to normal he gently pulls your dress back down and spins you around in his hold, pulling you closer to his chest.

“god, i love you,” he murmurs while planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“even when i’m annoying and antagonizing and take off my panties in the middle of a party with your friends and coworkers?” you scrunch your nose as you grin up at him, trying to make light of your embarrassing behavior from earlier.

“especially then,” he whispers back. “but don’t even think about doing it again. i let you off easy this time, but next time you decide to pull a stunt like that, i will have to punish you.” he emphasizes his statement by tightening his hold around your waist and you can’t help the shiver of excitement and arousal that rushes through you at his words.

“now let’s get back out there and get this party over with so i can take you home and fuck you properly.” he opens the door and gestures for you to head out, giving your ass a sharp smack as you do.

tag list: @sensitiveandhungry @writerracha

#lee know smut #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know #stray kids #afab reader #oneshots #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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mmorw · 1 year

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ᅳ P★rn Star Uei Naoki !

cw: smut. afab! chr. vaginal. nothing much explicit. mpreg mention. unprotected. blackmail. reader is an asshole without feelings of pity for others. short thirst.

Recording videos harassing people until gaining more what maximum fame? nothing cool; Nao, The Star King deserves a more promising title for his knowledge, how a Twitter account for example ! ♡

Uei Naoki dreams and cries of fame, recognition as long as you see him on the street and ask him for pictures immediatelyᅳ so why not make him a famous porn actor then? you will obligate help him to open a Twitter account for short videos, and one on Pornhub to upload videos of more than 10 minutes where you go out destroying his pussy without any mercy ! ♡

The variety of the videos definitely makes you two gain more followers every day, including those on Naoki's main Twitter account; so many sex positions that openly focus on his gaping pussy oozing cum while your cock successfully knotted up to make him scream as it touches his cervix !

Filming so many days in a row with inadequate protection makes Naoki unable to sleep without having your member knotting his pussy, his tight pink pussy milking you until the 5 minute pass and have to change the position.

At this point, Naoki is sure that even birth control won't stop his chance of getting pregnant; and if he does, he'll have to beg you to delete those beads because he doesn't want his child to somehow find out about it and see it mother's face for the rest of his years with a disgusting look.

An I-Tuber blinded by fame and approval, turned into a simple p★rn star who just wants to give a better example of life to his now future baby.

#dom male reader #dom reader #uei naoki #brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku #— short thirst.

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getvalentined · 5 months

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Actually while I'm on it, I wanna talk about the dichotomy between Genesis and Angeal. I'm not censoring names in this one because I'm not worried about it being read as character bashing, but it's a topic that I think is super interesting but I never see discussed outside the perception that they represent the dichotomy of good versus evil.

The dichotomy between these two is not and has never been good versus evil. Angeal having a white wing or insisting that he's honorable does not make him good, particularly when his idea of "honor" includes never asking anyone for help and forcing people that love him to do horrific things so he doesn't have to keep living as he really is. Conversely, Genesis having a black wing and referring to himself as a monster doesn't make him evil, particularly when everything he does in the actual storyline is an attempt to save himself (and his men), or at least make sure that Shinra falls far enough that it can't do this to anyone else.

That said, Angeal and Genesis are on opposite sides, just not in the way you most people assume.

Angeal is all about appearances, expectations, worthiness. He's never let go in his life, he was brought up in a poor household where he was presumably heaped with expectations and responsibilities by parents who were unable to properly care for him, and this led him to developing some extremely rigid and maladaptive ideologies. His concept of "honor" is probably the biggest one; we can see how he picked this up from Gillian pretty clearly in how she refers to the Buster Sword, and how we know she continually turned down Shinra's hush money and then never told the truth anyway.

Angeal sees "honor" as doing everything yourself, forever, the exact way that you were told. "Honor" is working yourself to death, it's not admitting when you're in over your head, it's accepting the worst situations as necessary even if they could be changed with the participation or contribution of someone else. It's dishonorable to ask for help. It's dishonorable to stop when there's still work to do. It's dishonorable to be indebted to anyone, even if the process of paying off a debt will kill you. It's better to die than to be dishonorable. He is his mother's son in every way.

By contrast, Genesis is all about independence, equality, justice. We can also see this in what we know of his background—Genesis was the brilliant son of a wealthy family, he gave Banora global brand recognition, his work with Banora White juice literally changed the entire face of his homeland's economy forever. He did this on his own. He figured this out because he wanted to share something with someone he admired, and he knew that the only way to make it worth something was to do it himself. However, where Genesis is independent, he's more than capable of asking for help, and he does over and over through the course of the game. Independence isn't about cutting yourself off from your community, it's about doing things in the way that works best for you, regardless of others' opinions.

Genesis' biggest issue is his concept of "justice," because it wheels pretty often into vengeance. At the end of the day he has three goals: survive, get Sephiroth out of Shinra, and make sure that the company can never do to anyone else what it did to him. He tries to ensure this by carving his way through anyone he feels stands between him and those goals, because Shinra deserves what he's doing and anyone who thinks otherwise is unjust. He's not self-centered, per se, but he has no empathy for anyone he doesn't personally care about, and it makes him seem cruel in a way that is entirely unnecessary.

It's pretty clear by the end that he's not intentionally cruel, just like he probably doesn't lack empathy by choice—but he does clearly struggle with empathy, and he clearly doesn't understand why anyone is angry with him when he knows he's right. He tells the truth without understanding that not everyone wants it. He can't conceptualize why someone wouldn't want to know.

Genesis' biggest problem is that he can't tell the difference between justice that strengthens the world around him and the people under his care, and vengeance meant to pay back the people and institutions that led him here in the first place.

The dichotomy in Project G was never good versus evil, it's external validation versus internal validation. Angeal needs the world to see him as right, while Genesis needs the world to back off and allow him to do things the way he already "knows" is right. The majority of Genesis' story takes place in his own head, and it's a broken narrative for reasons unrelated to the literal rotting; he knows what he's doing, he's methodical and clear in his actions, and he doesn't understand why people that know the truth don't agree with him. Angeal's, meanwhile, takes place primarily through Zack's eyes, because the opinions of others are what matter to him, and if he can't figure out how to make those eyes see exactly what he wants then he can't bear to be seen at all.

Basically Genesis is autistic, Angeal has OCPD, and Shinra has no concept of mental health care. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

#fandom ramble #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #project g #crisis core #crisis core reunion #CCFF7R

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starlightshadowsworld · 3 months

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Hold on (I still need you)

Or Bsd except Kyouka doesn't survive.

The plane crashes into the Moby Dick, just as planned. But Demon Snow isn't able to free her in time.

Her sacrifice saves all of Yokohama from destruction. But the only thing anyone can hear are Atsushi's screams.

Akutugawa is caught off guard. He doesn't know what to say, looking at the approaching Dazai and Fukuzawa.

To do something.

Seeking recognition from his former mentor doesn't even cross his mind. The screams of the grieving weretiger are all he can focus on at this time.

"For what it's worth, I think Dazai acknowledged you a long time ago."

But even Dazai, Dazai who always has a remark, an answer for everything, stands stunned. For once in his life, he has no words as he stares at his subordinate.

It only makes Akutugawa more concerned.

Atsushi's screams die down, having noticed the Agency members approach. He turns and looks them both in the eye, while his own blaze with anger.

"Did you know?! Did you plan this?!"

Akutagawa is take aback. He thought he'd bared the brunt of Atsushi's anger, but never had he witnessed him like this.

In any other scenario he'd have scolded the other for speaking so disrespectfully to Dazai.

And yet, he stays silent.

"This was meant to be Kyouka's entrance exam." Explains Dazai, finding his words. He and Fukuzawa take it in turns explaining the events that lead them up to here.

Including her unfortunate passing.

Through it all, Atsushi remains silent. To the point the trio get concerned he isn't listening to them at all.

Dazai reaches out to him but quicker than any of them can blink, Atsushi swats his hand away.

"Was this just a game too you?!"

"Atsushi"

"What, you were gonna dangle the keys to freedom infront of her face and see what would happen?! Is that what you were doing?!"

Dazai shakes his head.

"This was the only solution, even Ranpo knew it was the only way."

Atsushi looks down.

"In every calculation, she survived... None of us saw this coming. If we did we would've changed it all." Said Dazai, putting his hands in his pockets and looking out to the setting sun.

"But we can't predict the future, we didn't predict this." He looks back at Atsushi. "This is not your fault."

Atsushi shakes his head.

"Atsushi"

"She's gone! Kyouka's gone and I let her die!"

Dazai frowns, frankly he'd rather Atsushi throw his words back at him. He would rather Atsushi took his anger out on him, on a plan that had failed.

Rather than taking his anger out on himself.

Atsushi wraps his arms around himself, making himself look smaller. Just like he had in the werehouse, on the the night they met.

"People have been calling me a good for nothing for as long as I can remember."

He looks out towards the skyline. "She trusted me. I gave her hope and she..." Dazai shakes his head a soft smile on his face.

"You found a wandering soul in the dark and you showed her the light. You gave her the best day ever, one she treasured so much. You gave her so much Atsushi, more than you'll ever know."

He puts a hand on Atsushi's shoulder, this time Atsushi doesn't push him away.

"Kyouka made her decision, and she wanted to pass the exam. She has passed the exam, she's a member of the agency. She wouldn't have had that courage if it wasn't for you."

Atsushi shakes his head.

"I gave her hope and let her die in the dark. I promised her, that I would be there for her no matter what...I let her die."

He puts a hand in his pocket and drops its contents into Dazai's hand.

It's his Agency badge.

"Someone like me doesn't deserve this."

Fukuzawa steps forward, feeling it was time for him to speak. "Atsushi, today's events are indeed tragic. But they were out of all of our control. As much as we try, we can't save everyone, you can't save everyone."

The unspoken "You will break yourself trying too" hung in the air.

"I don't need to save everyone... I just needed to save her." Said Atsushi, greif colouring all of his words.

His eyes weren't the shining bright lights they'd been prior, no they were blank, empty.

Akutugawa knew he should just leave but he couldn't. "Jinko, the words of your... Mentor do not apply here."

He felt bad for bringing that man up, seeing Atsushi freeze up. But he couldn't just stand here and watch him break apart.

"Why not?" Atsushi chuckles but it's empty, cold and sends chills down everyone's spines. It didn't sound like Atsushi at all.

"All I do is bring misfortune onto others, this is my karma for simply existing. I thought you agreed with that?"

His words were sharp, cutting. But Akutugawa knew what he was doing. Lashing out in hopes that he'd be punished for what he saw as his crime.

"I did, back when when we first met. I thought you were nothing but a weak little parasite and I couldn't fathom how Dazai kept you around."

He takes a deep breath.

"But than I learned that you and I are cut from the same cloth. Like it or not, I see you as my equal. And I won't have you drowning in your own self destruction. That man was wrong about you, as was I."

Atsushi shook his head, a self loathing smile on his face that looked so wrong.

"So what you pity me now?"

Akutagawa shook his head "we wouldn't have gotten this far if it was simply pity. And you know that."

He met Atsushi's gaze head on, seeing the sadness and greif in his eyes.

"What did he say to you?"

Atsushi didn't falter when he answered him. Akutugawa almost wished he had. For Atsushi to even subconsciously know the next words he said were so wrong.

"If I can't save people, then I don't deserve to live at all."

Fukuzawa's eyes turned to steel. Dazai's burned brightly, a silent promise of pain for the man who dared utter such words to Atsushi.

For making him believe that was true.

For Akutugawa his resolve only strengthened.

"He's wrong. You were a child trying to survive. He knows nothing of who you are, what you've become."

And if Akutugawa achieved nothing in this life, he was going to make Atsushi see himself the way others saw him.

The way he saw him.

"You have saved countless people. You will continue to save people. Because that is what you do, you save people. You saved Kyouka, she passed on knowing she was loved and that she belonged."

Tears welled up in Atsushi's eyes. All of the anger, saddness, greif finally bubbling to the surface and he broke down into tears.

Akutagawa rolled his eyes but there was an unmistaken fondness as he pulled Atsushi into a hug.

"You are going to rest, you are going to recuperate and carry on. This is not the end of your story..."

He felt his own tears in his eyes just at the thought.

"Don't you dare go where I can't follow you."

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Public Domain cartoon characters from the Golden Age of Animation (and beyond)

Revised and expanded version of this post: https://tymime.tumblr.com/post/648495121557585920/instead-of-whining-about-mickey-mouse-not-falling

While Mickey entering the public domain is exciting and all, I do think a lot of people are overlooking the many other animated characters that are available to use in their creative works. This list isn't entirely exhaustive, but it does highlight some of the most interesting and/or appealing characters, as well as ones that have the potential to be so.

Koko the Clown

One of the oldest cartoon stars from the Fleischer studio, almost all of Koko's silent-era cartoons are PD, and have been for quite some time. A handful of his appearances alongside Betty Boop are also PD.

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Oswald's PD status has been greatly overshadowed by his fellow Disney star Mickey, but I believe that he deserves more recognition. All of the shorts produced by the Disney studio are PD as of this year, and let's face it, those are the only ones most people care about. Pegleg Pete's bear design is also PD.

Keep in mind that the blue shorts that Oswald wears in Epic Mickey and elsewhere are likely copyrighted, so I recommend steering clear of that.

I'm also not entirely sure you can use the name "Ortensia" for his cat girlfriend, since that name first appeared in Epic Mickey also. She was called "Kitty" back in the day, among other things.

All of Van Beuren Studio's cartoons

The Van Beuren Studio was active during the rubberhose era, and their cartoons, especially the earlier ones, are like a cruder, possibly even more bizarre cousin to Fleischer and Disney. They went bust in the late 1930s, and no one renewed the copyright later on, so the entirety of their output is PD.

Their most notable characters include Tom and Jerry, a pair of average Joes who always get into strange adventures. They shouldn't be confused with MGM's Tom and Jerry, and in fact they were called Dick and Larry when their shorts were rereleased for the home-movie market in the 1940s.

Also notable is Waffles and Don, who are basically just animal versions of Tom and Jerry. You might consider these two as a better alternative, just to avoid confusion.

There's also Cubby Bear, a pretty blatant Mickey Mouse clone, but unique enough that I don't think anybody’s going to confuse the two nowadays.

In the previous post, I mentioned a rumor that Disney threatened legal action over the character, but I can't find the source for that now. I may have been thinking of Milton Mouse, who was so extremely similar to Mickey that they actually did sue the studo for copyright infringement. So maybe don't try selling any Milton merchandise...

Finally, there's Molly Moo-Cow, who appeared in several Rainbow Parade cartoons in the mid-to-late 1930s. Molly is arguably not the most interesting character, but I have a fondness for her since we grew up with one of her shorts on a VHS tape.

Toby the Pup

Another very obscure character, about half of his cartoons are lost media. The little that does survive is hard to find online, but I think his design has appeal.

Dr. XXX

Disney's The Mad Doctor was never renewed for reasons unknown, though some speculate that the studio thought that the cartoon was too scary and decided to let it go. Fortunately for us, that means that this iconic character is now in the people's hands.

Goopy Geer

Goopy appeared in the three Merrie Melodies cartoons alongside his unnamed girlfriend. Despite his name and appearance being similar to Disney's Goofy, he actually made his debut about a month before (Goofy was named Dippy Dawg at the time anyway, so it was undoubtedly a coincidence).

Claude Hopper

Claude appeared in a single Looney Tunes cartoon in 1943 called Hop and Go, alongside a pair of Scottish rabbits who antagonize him. The cartoon ends with a very unfortunate depiction of Tokyo being blown up (World War II was still going on at the time), so it's no surprise that Warner Bros. decided not to renew this one. Despite that, he has a very appealing design (imo), so I think he has potential. (Also, he's voiced by Pinto Colvig, the original voice of Goofy!)

Private Snafu and Mr. Hook

Snafu and Hook were created for the US government, so according to the law are automatically public domain. The shorts were made to be shown to members of the US army and navy respectively, in order to teach them valuable lessons for fighting in WWII, but are nevertheless hilarious cartoons- animated by the Looney Tunes team with scripts by Ted Geisel- aka Dr. Seuss!

The Dover Boys

Also of note are the ComiColor cartoons from the Iwerks studio, Rainbow Parade from Van Beuren, and most of the Color Classics by Fleischer. These don't have any especially memorable characters in them, but I thought I ought to mention them.

Yes, Tom, Dick and Larry, Dora Standpipe and the villainous Dan Backslide are all public domain. A bunch of YouTube Poops were created after this fact was discovered by the internet a few years ago.

How Warner Bros. could ever let this one get away I'll never know. Their loss is our gain, I suppose.

Caveats and other concerns

Krazy Kat

Felix the Cat

All of the strips up to 1928 are definitely fair game. According to the Public Domain Superheroes wiki however, the entirety of the strip's run is PD. I'm not sure if it that's true, but the Fantagraphics collections don't credit any newspaper syndicate, so it seems likely. (Apparently the copyright status of newspaper comics are a whole can of worms on its own...)

At any rate, the strip's cast was pretty well set in stone by 1928, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. A large number of animated shorts starring Krazy are also PD, but those were pretty much in name only.

Flip the Frog

Felix was pretty much the first cartoon superstar, and almost all of his Golden Age appearances are PD now. Keep in mind that this does not include elements from the 1950s cartoon like his magic bag, or from The Twisted Tales of Felix, as amazing as that series is.

The character's name and appeance are still trademarked by NBC Universal however, so you might be able to use him in a minor role, but not much else.

I'm uncertain about this one. According to most sources Flip is PD, but according to the Thunderbean Blu-ray collection he's copyrighted by the Film Preservation Archives, whatever that means. Additionally, Flip himself is supposedly trademarked by Leslie Iwerks, Ub Iwerks’ granddaughter, though no one seems to be able to confirm that. I don't know how the trademark hasn't lapsed yet, considering that Flip hasn't appeared on any official merchandise or anything in decades.

Bosko and Honey

I believe there's nothing stopping anyone from using Bosko's classic design (later appearances at MGM and in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted), but the character himself is a bit problematic, considering that it's all but stated outright that he's a blackface caricature. Use with caution.

Foxy and Roxy

Noveltoons

Like Goopy Geer, Foxy appeared in three Merrie Melodies cartoons. Roxy's name originates from an episode of Tiny Toon Adventures however, so keep that in mind. Though I'm not sure what else you would call her (or if Warner Bros. would even care). Supposedly her original name was "Fluffy", but I can't find a source for this.

Like Bosko and Honey, later appearances in Tiny Toons are still copyrighted.

Noveltoons was a series produced by Famous Studios, the successor to the Fleischer studio. The characters include Baby Huey, Herman the mouse, Blackie the sheep, Little Audrey, and of course, Casper the Friendly Ghost. Only a small handful of the shorts are PD though, and Casper is trademarked, so one's options are limited.

Ginger Nutt (and rest of the Animaland cast)

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

This one I'm not entirely sure about either, but Ginger Nutt's Christmas Circus has long been a staple of grey-market tapes and DVDs, so I'm just going to assume all of the Animaland cartoons are also PD. Considering that the series wasn't very sucessful, and is very obscure nowadays, it seems pretty likely.

If anyone has any insight on this, let me know.

Calvin and the Colonel

Now here's an interesting case. An all-time classic Christmas special, and yet large parts of it are PD because they accidentally put the wrong date on the copyright notice. Instead of the Roman numerals MCMLXIV (1964), it reads MCLXIV (1164), and according to the law at the time, that meant that the film immediately went into public domain.

Of course, Rudolph himself is still copyrighted, and will be until 2035 when the original book falls into the public domain. Even then he's likely to still be trademarked. Not to mention the songs featured in the '64 film will be copyrighted for a long time afterward.

Still, this means that anyone is free to use all the other characters, including Hermey, Yukon Cornelius, King Moonracer, Clarice, and all the Misfit Toys. It's a wonder no one seems to have taken advantage of this. And of course Santa and his reindeer have been PD for ages, especially Santa since he comes from folklore- and you can't copyright folklore.

This cartoon is based on and stars a lot of the same voice cast as the old-time radio show Amos and Andy, which, while not overtly racist, featured white actors pretending to be black. The cartoon obviously has animals instead, but still, tread carefully. Someone is bound to point out the characters' history.

Hoppity Hooper

Another one I'm not sure about. The Public Domain Superheroes wiki has characters from this show among its articles, but I wasn't able to confirm if it really was PD. It was created by Jay Ward, the same studio who made Rocky & Bullwinkle and George of the Jungle, but was also a huge flop for some reason, so that may be the reason why they let the copyright expire. Again, I'm not sure, but no one seems to care that the entire series is on YouTube, so who knows?

...Well, there you have it. Lots of obscure and forgotten toons waiting to be rediscovered and reused! If anyone has any more info or corrections, leave me a comment. I'd love some clarification on some of these.

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drama, drama, drama | ksj

plot | Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.

words | 2605

genres | humor/crack, tiny angst, tiny fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. set in the last months of 2022 to 2023. the series is coming to an end! I'm actually surprised y'all voted for drama in the poll haha. this is basically the summary of all the big events that happened between the a-listers from the last months of 2022 to 2023. let me know your thoughts! enjoy reading.

main masterlist | drabble series

@/YNUpdates: Y/N receives her third BAFTA nomination for From The Other Side.

Grand award season began in November. A lot of acting nominations were being released to the public. It includes nominations for prestigious acting awards such as Academy Awards, British Academy Film Awards, and the Golden Globe Awards. Due to your great performance in your co-produced film, From The Other Side, you were nominated for Best Actress in countless award ceremonies, alongside other big actresses of 2022 such as Michelle Yeoh, Cate Blanchett, and Viola Davis. You were the youngest nominee for the Best Actress category.

@/loveyn: y/n getting the recognition she deserves <3

@/francheskatpurrs: can’t wait for her red carpet looks!

replying to @/francheskatpurrs:

- @/girlslikewho: i just know she will serve

You posted an Instagram Story on your account. After the announcement of nominees for the Academy Awards, you updated your fans with a picture of you in a fuzzy purple cardigan, tucked in your jeans. You were happily holding a big bouquet of flowers in what seemed like your spacious backyard. You didn’t caption it with anything, just four white emojis.

@/mintchoco: i’m crying the drought is over we’re getting a whole body pic now

@/sendmylove: y/n looking gorg in the simplest fit

@/l0nelyppl: omg is she finally coming back?????

@/sunshineyn: babe wake up y/n posted new photos

Your fans were delighted to see you doing well during your hiatus. For months since your break, you were just teasing them with goofy selfies and Francheskat pictures. But now that you posted a new picture, they are filled with excitement and hope that you will be back attending public events again. Including the award ceremonies for 2023.

As usual, talks about your personal life are always present. Particularly, your love life since your always-rumored lover was then spotted out with a model a couple of times No matter how long you stay private during your break, your face still managed to be on the covers of lousy gossip magazines. You don’t waste your time reading or even touching those. But you still come across them through social media.

For fans, there are commonly two types of them. One who always believes in every good and bad article they see. And there’s the other who can read between the lines of these articles and fact-check to see if they are reading a piece of true news or just some dumb gossip. Still, they cannot help but to react every report that may concern you or Jin. So, when a certain article with photos dropped on the last week of November.

Lee Sung Kyung and Jeong Joon Hyung Step Out in Italy for Dinner

The glamorous models were seen kissing during dinner in Italy a month after the Chanel ambassador sparked dating rumors with actor JIN.

@/PopCrave: Lee Sung Kyung posted selfies with her boyfriend, Jeong Joon Hyung on her Instagram.

@/jinhourly: I KNEW IT

@/hubbyseokjinnie: y’all threw jin under the bus when lsk is really just his friend

Your shared fandom with Jin took that news as a sign that such a crazy season won’t happen again. It was like a rainbow after months of rain. Their hope heightens even though they don’t really get much content from you two.

Then, December came. People waited if you were going to post something for Jin’s birthday as you accidentally made it a tradition. Last year, you didn’t post something but later revealed that you two were together in Seoul. And now that more chaotic things happened, everyone is waiting if you’re gonna do something. Then, just in the last hour of the particular day, you finally shared something.

@/PopCrave: Today, Y/N posted a picture of her cat, Francheskat wearing a little party hat. With the caption, “party cat”.

It wasn’t much but your fans ate it up. They were happy just by that image. You didn’t tag the birthday boy himself, Jin, or even Since your comments were turned off, your friend didn’t get a chance to express themselves in your post.

@/rareyn: omg she continued the tradition

@/JINYN: i’ll take this as a win 😌😌

@/miamorjin: y’all should check donny’s stories on ig rn

Your common friend, Donny, posted what seemed to be a soundless clip in his Instagram story. The camera was zooming in on Jin who was falling asleep as he sat on a sofa. His head slowly turned down as he swayed mindlessly, seemingly falling asleep. The clip ended when an arm reached for him. Happy birthday, bro! Donny captioned on the top center of the video. On the bottom right, he left a little note: get more sleep, sleepyhead 😴🐻

It was a cute video and birthday greeting. But something else caught the attention of everyone.

@/bluemoon04: that floral wallpaper in the background iykyk 😉😉😉😉

@/gingerly3848523: that’s yn, right? that’s her!

Replying to @/gingerly3848523

- @/C0RNELIA: i think so bc that sleeve!!!!

@/ynjinhearts: bro prolly muted the clip to hide any noise then that purple cardigan gave it away 😭😭

Aaron Taylor-Johnson Replaces JIN in the upcoming film, Fade Into You

The actor left due to scheduling conflicts

A24’s Fade Into You movie now has Aaron Taylor-Johnson co-star with Zendaya. Taylor-Johnson replaced Jin two months after the latter was confirmed to be cast in the said movie. His publicist explained that ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ actor left due to scheduling conflicts.

Just in the last year of October, JIN confirmed to star in two movie productions. The first was Fade Into You and the second was Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s directorial debut movie which remained untitled for now. It is still unknown if the actor will still pursue the latter.

This romance-drama film would have been Jin’s first movie project for 2023. It is expected to start production in February. The announcement was a surprise as it was already reported that the actor already flew to San Francisco, California to film. Just a day before announcing his sudden exit.

Nonetheless, director Kathryn Williams cleared out any upcoming rumors by sharing a statement. Which, she states:

Our lead actor, Jin, was respectful and kind enough to apologize personally to everyone on the crew for the hassle. He had his reasons and we understood it. We don’t tolerate any sort of rumors being made. That so, we wished Jin well in his future endeavors. Also, we are happy and thrilled to welcome Aaron Taylor-Johnson to our project.

The new year of 2023 just came and three days into the said year, articles about Jin leaving a project headlined the showbiz news. Admittedly, his fans were surprised. But on the other side of the coin, your shared supporters with him were all taken back to the happening from the prior year. It was like grey skies were starting to form and tower over their heads again.

@/zendayafp: would have been fun to see z and jin together for a project 🙁

Replying to @/zendayafp

- @/seokjinroyalty: i wish they would get to work soon!!

@/cinderellastreet: oh god i think i’m getting flashbacks

@/ynjinly: if you survived this fandom last year, you’ll be fine xx

@/loveynjin: then next thing u know he’ll be posting cat pics for the next months

Replying to @/loveynjin

- @/idkanym0re: HE DON’T EVEN LIKE CATS 💀💀💀

– @/SEOKJINSKIM: he’ll probably post francheskat too 🤡

Awarding season came. Much to your fans’ dismay, you haven’t attended any award shows from January to February. You snatched a few awards from different award shows, including BAFTA around the third week of February. Your movie director accepted it for you and read the short speech you sent her through text message.

Emerald stood in front of the mic, holding your award as her other hand scrolled through her phone screen, “I would like to thank the British Academy for this award. It was an honor to be nominated next to these amazing actresses. These ladies and their works were all amazing and wonderful. And to our lovely director, Emerald Fennel, thank you for trusting me with your art. You are brilliant and a sister to me. I love you with all of my heart. Thank you to everyone who worked hard in making the film oh-so-beautiful…. Em, I don’t know why you’re making me send you an acceptance speech two hours before the ceremony… It makes me feel delusional, honestly. LOL… Anyway… Whatever the result is, tell Brendan Fraser I love him ever since I watched him when I was five.”

The camera panned to the actor, who smiled and placed a hand on his chest before mouthing thank you. Your fans congratulate you through Twitter and silently hoped you will post something on Instagram since you’ve been pretty inactive again. Your last update was during Valentine’s day. Where you posted a picture of a picnic basket on green grass.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N won her first Best Actress from BAFTA, sixteen years after winning best supporting actress from the British Academy.

But Jin did an update on his Instagram before February ends, which was somehow rare since he normally just reposts pictures and stories his friends tagged him in. But just days after BAFTA, he posted a certain photo that might have caused a ruckus online.

@/loveynjin: I KNEW IT

@/ME0WFRNCHSKT: omg is he catsitting her

@/JINUpdates: Jin posted a new Instagram story with Francheskat. [insert photos]

It was a selfie of Jin holding Francheskat, who was happier than the pictures you share online. He captioned: with my best friend 😺

The last prestigious award shows that your fans are wishing you will make an appearance at is the Oscars. And it happened in March. Almost forty-five minutes into the red carpet event, a lot of celebrities had already arrived in their glamorous gowns and suits. Your fans are starting to lose hope when you posted through your social media account…

haha this is fun, you captioned.

It was a thirty-second black and white clip of you playing the piano. Ironically, you were playing Kitty Kallen’s old jazz song, It’s Been A Long Long Time. You were obviously at home, wearing a large sweatshirt with a claw clip on your hair to keep them together.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N confirms absence at the Oscars as she posted a new clip on Instagram.

You didn’t win the award but your fans still poured you with congratulatory messages. Due to Jin’s last post, they were still confused about the relationship between you two. Some just accepted the fact that you and Jin are maybe just friends or you will never confirm anything.

On the other hand, the media managed to create more rumors even though both you and Jin never went out in the public separately or together. You still haven’t done anything that might allude to your comeback and Jin… there are murmurs going around the fandom that he will probably leave his other project with Phoebe Waller-Bridge as the said film is not having any process. His last public appearance was sometime in May. It was an event for the debut of his new series on HBO. He made an appearance on the red carpet but was seen to leave earlier than others. He didn’t go to the after-party with his co-stars.

Rumors about you usually revolve around your possible romantic relationships, pregnancy, or anything that they will notice about your body or face. And now, with the press collecting every information they can get about you and Jin. You have something new to add to your list of gossip.

Hollywood A-Listers: YN and JIN rumored to be back together?

After months of rumored breakup, YN and Jin are allegedly back together. Various sources have shared their reasons to believe so.

“He has been trying to get her back after the whole chaos with Sungkyung.” a source claims.

Last October 2022, Jin was spotted on a couple of dates with model Lee Sungkyung during New York Fashion Week. The two later denied the romantic relationship going on between them through a shared statement by their publicists. They claim:

“Due to the number of malicious comments and articles the two celebrities have been getting, we would like to publicize that JIN and Sung Kyung are only friends. They have known each other since childhood as JIN spent his early years back in Seoul, South Korea, where he met Sung Kyung as his kindergarten classmate.”

The Chanel ambassador was later revealed to be in a relationship with another model, Jeong Joon Hyung. The attention was all panned back to JIN and YN as fans hoped for an update between the two.

A source that is close to the actress tipped, “YN has been really away from everyone she knows for a while. It was like she is isolating herself. She is focusing more on her wellbeing than surrounding herself with people she learned that used her for their own advantage.”

YN was on hiatus for any activities since March 2022. Still, the actress welcomed the year with success as she received awards and nominations for her performance in last year’s critical-acclaimed, From The Other Side.

“Jin wanted to focus on improving his relationship with YN. That’s why he recently left a good project. She made him choose between her and his career.”

Insiders claimed that due to the events last year, YN was allegedly having trust issues with the actor. Although the two had been very lowkey with their rumored relationship, fans have pointed out that the a-listers have set their eyes on each other since the filming of their first movie, Cornelia Street. The rumors build up over the years and it includes YN and Jin moving in together in a house somewhere in Connecticut just before the 2020 pandemic strikes. None of these were ever confirmed.

E!News has reached out to YN’s and JIN’s reps for comment.

The articles all used the same “pieces of evidence” to prove their claim. The Instagram stories, Jin’s leave in Fade Into You, and more paparazzi photos of him since they cannot really get photos of you since paparazzi assume you are always at home back in California. Surprisingly, the fans didn’t make a big buzz about it as they were already connecting the dots since your hiatus.

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

Just a few days later, after the getting-back-together articles floated over the waters of the internet, one of the past guest appearances you did with Jin during promotions for Maybe Yes, Maybe No earned attention. Someone posted an excerpt of the video where you and Jin play burning question with Ellen.

Ellen’s voice was heard as the camera focused on you and Jin sitting next to each other with buzzers in front of you two, “Finish the phrase “the way to my heart is…..”

“Is… through loving my cat as much as they love me,” you answered first, making the audience react with a soft aww.

Jin then replied, “Is through kindness and generosity… not just to me but to everyone in their surroundings.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how good are you at keeping secrets?” the host asked almost immediately after you two buzzed.

“Nine,” Jin replied.

“Ten. We’re actors. We lie for a living!” you exclaimed, making everyone in the studio laugh.

You two pressed the buzzers again. And now, to the part that made this whole clip viral on the internet again:

“Do you believe in second chances?”

Your leading man nods, “Yeah.”

“I… don’t know,” you replied, seemingly unsure as you pursed your lips. “For now, maybe no.”

a/n: asks are open for questions and bets!!

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i can’t keep waiting

part one

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: elvis and you have been secretly seeing each other and hiding it from everyone, including his girlfriend. but with him leaving to tour, he confronts you about wanting to be exclusive, not wanting you with other men while he’s gone.

warnings: mentions of sex, angst, some fluff, cheating

word count: 3k

note: i’ve been ABSOLUTELY blown away from the love i’ve been receiving on my last post. it’s feels totally unreal and i can’t thank everyone enough!! i’ve been trying to write up with something great to say thank you for all of the love i’ve been getting but i’ve been struggling with ideas as always. so i wrote this, it’s definitely not my best but i wanted to post it anyways. i’m high as fuck as i type this i tried to proofread but i’m sure there’s still some mistakes but i’ll get to that tomorrow. if anyone wants a part two to this lmk!!! also again, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of the love!! <3333

part two here!

“y/n! elvis is here,” you heard your mother yell from down the hall.

a few seconds later, you heard your bedroom door opening from behind you. you turned on the stool of your vanity to find elvis in a pink suit and a blue lace shirt underneath.

“hi, handsome,” you smiled as he closed your bedroom door and made his way over to you.

“hey, beautiful,” elvis leaned down to place a short kiss to your lips.

“this is a nice surprise,” you grinned as you turned around to resume your makeup.

“yeah, uh… darlin, i hope it’s alright. was gon’ call but i figured i’d just come by,” elvis said, sitting down on the end edge of your bed.

“of course it’s alright,” you started, turning to check the clock on your nightstand, “i just gotta get to work in about an hour.”

“want me to drive you?,” elvis politely offered as he always did.

“no honey, it’s okay. mama is gonna let me drive her car since i’ll be back before she has to go into work in the morning,” you responded.

the two of you made casual small talk for the next few minutes but you could tell there was something on his mind.

“the colonel man that i told you about… he wants me to join the hayride tour,” elvis spoke with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“that’s amazing, baby!,” you paused, looking at his reflection in the mirror of your vanity. elvis was fiddling with his hands and staring at them which you noticed. “or is it not?,” you questioned, laying the lipstick that was in your hand down as you turned around to look at him.

“it’s just that… i’ma be gone for a while,” elvis said quietly, finally looking up from his hands. his eyes met yours as worry pondered on his face.

“how long?,” you asked, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice and facial expressions. it was selfish for you to be upset over the boy leaving you but you were still proud he was finally getting some of the recognition he deserved.

“month or so,” elvis murmured, his eyesight moving away from yours and back to his hands.

you had met elvis about three months ago. him and his bandmates came into the diner that you worked at one late night. you were working the night shift so you didn’t really expect anyone to be coming in.

you noticed how handsome the boy was the moment you saw him walk through the door. so you perked up a little when you went to take the men’s order.

“hi, my names y/n. what can i get y’all started with for drinks?,” you smiled as you placed 3 menus down on the table.

“um… i think we’ll all have a coffee,” the handsome one spoke up, his eyes lingered on you shortly before looking over to the men that sat in front of him.

“okay, i’ll have that up for y’all shortly,” you said politely, turning from them but glancing back to see the pretty one’s eyes looking your backside up and down. his glance shot away once he saw you were looking at him.

you eventually took their food orders, returning with their food a few short minutes after. you noticed how chatty they were for it to be two in the morning.

you returned to refill their coffee cups, making small talk with the three of them. they were good company to you since the only other person in the diner was the older cook whose only words to you were yells of demand.

“well, why don’t you sit down with us? doesn’t look like you’ve got many customers waitin’ on ya ‘round here…,” one of the men said while looking around the empty diner.

so you did, you slid into the seat beside the one you had been eying for the past 20 minutes. you learned a bit about the three of them. they introduced themselves as bill, scotty, and elvis. you had heard elvis’s name around town a few times but you never put any thought to it.

they told you about their group, elvis being the voice of it. scotty and bill were more talkative than elvis who you thought may have been sleepy or a bit shy. you conversed with them for what only seemed like 10 minutes but you looked up to the clock to see an hour had passed.

elvis had started to talk as much as the other boys to you, if not more. you enjoyed talking to him the most. you could’ve listened to him talk all night but another group of people walked in.

“it was really nice talking to y’all and i hope to see the three of you again. y’all are welcome to stay as long as you please but i’m gonna run and get the bill for whenever y’all are ready,” you smiled, slipping out of the booth. elvis’s blue eyes followed you as you walked away once again, a little less shameful this time.

you took the other table's drink orders before going behind the counter and writing up the bill for three boys. you thought on it for a second before writing your number down on the back of the bill along with your name.

you returned to the table, sliding the bill to elvis with a small smile.

“do y’all need anything before ya’ leave? a coffee to go?,” you asked, avoiding the handsome boy's face as he read the back of the bill.

“no, thank you. you have been a wonderful server though,” bill smiled, nodding to you.

“i appreciate it,” you spoke, turning to walk away before elvis could say anything to you.

“thank you, miss y/n,” elvis’s voice caught you, making you spin around. you gave one last polite smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you walked away.

after that night, to your surprise and disappointment, you didn’t hear from him for a couple of days. until one late night, he caught your eye as he walked into the diner, by himself this time.

he explained that his mother had washed his pants that had the bill receipt in the pocket. he went looking for it the day after he had met you and found it shredded in the laundry machine.

the story made you giggle but you still wondered why it had taken him days to come back and see you, which you asked.

much to your dismay, he told you he had a girlfriend named dixie. you were disappointed until he told you that he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the night he left the diner. elvis clarified that he and dixie, while they were still together, they were kind of on the outs since his career had picked up and he’d like to start spending time with you.

you agreed and ever since that night, you’d seen the boy almost every day. you had learned almost everything about him as he’d come over to your house after he got off of work, spending a couple of hours with you before your night shift started.

whenever elvis was around, you never thought about dixie but when he left, you felt guilty. you had never been the type to pursue a boy with a girlfriend. the two of you hadn’t gone farther than kissing because of dixie being at the back of both of your minds.

sometimes your emotions turned from guilty to jealously whenever you thought of her. she got to go to his apartment to see him whenever she wanted, be around his family whenever she wanted, kiss him- touch him… whenever she wanted. and she didn’t have to hide it. she wasn’t his secret.

elvis didn’t like when you brought up her name. he didn’t want to focus on anyone or anything but you when he spent time with you. a month into whatever you wanted to call what the two of you had going on, you nervously asked if elvis thought he would ever break up with her.

elvis told you that he would eventually but he didn’t want to break her heart right now… but that was two months ago now. they weren’t doing well in the first place but elvis just didn’t have the heart to tell her, they’d been together for two years.

you stood up and walked over to sit beside elvis on the edge of your bed. you grabbed his large hand in yours, making him turn his attention to you.

“your mama okay with it?,” you asked knowing his mother was very protective of him from the things he had told you about her. you could tell elvis loved his mama more than anything and you presumed she loved him just as much.

“i mean… she ain’t happy ‘bout it at all. but she wants more people to hear me and watch me perform so she’s agreed to it,” elvis explained, your thumb running up and down his hand to comfort him.

“then what’s the problem, honey?,” you asked with concern in your voice. you wondered why he wasn’t bouncing off the walls with excitement. all he’s ever wished for was for his music to prosper and to spoil his family and you with the money that comes from it.

“i’on wanna leave you,” elvis whispered, his blue eyes boring into yours.

you shook your head with a small comforting smile on your lips, “honey, you know i’ll miss you and all… but i’ll be right here when you get back. this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you’d be stupid not to take it.” you shifted a little on the bed, bringing your knee up between the two of you so you could sit comfortably.

“i know, darlin’. but i’m scared,” elvis spoke, his eyes once again looking away from you.

“hey,” you brought your hands to his chin, bringing his face up to look at you. “you’re a great performer, elvis. i know it and apparently so does this colonel fellow. you ain’t got nothin’ to be afraid of.”

“that ain’t the reason, y/n,” elvis paused, you raised your eyebrows, signaling for him to explain. he continued, “i know you’re not my girl, technically. but i still don’t want no man trying to sweep you out from under my feet while i’m out of town.”

you took in his words, trying to process them. is he trying to tell you he wants to be exclusive while he’s already got a girl waiting for him at home? it didn’t make any sense to you.

while you hadn’t been seeing other people because you didn’t really have the time to with your schedule… you also hadn’t even thought about seeing another man since you met elvis. but him implying he wanted you to drop that possibility just didn’t sound fair to you.

“elvis… i- i don’t know if i get what you’re trying to say,” you nervously looked at the wall behind him as you dropped his hand, bringing yours to lay on your knee.

“y/n, i want you… i only want you. i want you to be my girl,” elvis laid his hand on top of yours. his words sounded genuine, they really did but you still didn’t know what to think. your mind ran straight to dixie.

“i… i can’t keep waiting on you… what about dix-,” you started, looking back to his concerned face but he cut you off.

“i’ll break up with her when i get back from the tour. i’on wanna do it right now because it’ll cause a lot of drama at home before i leave… but i promise you, i’ll do it,” elvis pleaded, his hand now gripping yours.

you wished you could look into his pleading blue eyes and tell him he needed to go ahead and end it, but you couldn’t.

“i- i don’t know, elvis… y’all have been together for a while. i don’t want to be the cause of this,” you stuttered out the first part.

you were officially going to be a home-wrecking whore if you said yes. all the times you’d imagined this conversation in your head, you had jumped to say yes. thoughts clouded your mind and elvis could tell by the pondering look on your face.

elvis’s other hand snaked around your back, scooting closer to you. his hand that had been placed on yours was now running up and down your arm.

“can i tell you something?,” elvis asked, your head shooting him up to look at him. you softly nodded, not knowing what was about to come out of the boy's mouth next.

elvis went quiet for a few seconds before speaking, “i don’t kiss her anymore. when she kisses me, i obviously have to kiss her back but it’s always short. every second that my lips are on hers, all i can think about is you. but when i kiss you… it’s different. hell, i haven’t made love to her since the day before i met you at the diner…,” elvis revealed, your mouth hung open for a few seconds as you took all of the new information in.

relief shouldn’t have washed over you at the sound of those words but it did. the fact that he had kept himself from pleasure the same as you had the past three months was comforting somehow.

“you’re uh… you’re telling the truth?,” you asked with worry in your small voice, his face coming closer to yours.

“wouldn’t ever lie to you, baby,” elvis’ lips ghosted over yours as he whispered.

you began to stop thinking with your heart and started thinking with your hormones that had built up inside of you for three months.

you shook your head at the thoughts that imploded your brain. elvis noticed the worried look on your face and was immediately concerned.

“what’s on your mind?,” elvis asked, pulling his face away from yours to await your answer.

“you doing-… just you…,” you mumbled, trying to push the ungodly thoughts out of your head.

“me doin’ what, darlin’?”

“you… touching me…,” your shy eyes studied him, trying to read him from his facial expressions.

his eyebrows shot up and a smirk appeared on his face.

“yeah?,” elvis’ hand that rested on your thigh began to move up it but you stopped him.

“we can’t. not until…,” you didn’t finish your sentence but he knew what you meant. you couldn’t do anything more until dixie was out of the picture, you reminded yourself over and over in your head.

“well…,” elvis began, his smirk dropping to a disappointed smile, “now i know what i’ll be thinking about for the next four weeks…,” elvis ended with a small chuckle.

the thought of him leaving you being brought back into your brain made you sigh. you playfully pouted your lip out to the boy which earned a genuine smile from him.

“it’ll all be worth it in the end. everything will be worth it in the end,” you reassured him, on a more serious note, grabbing his hand.

“i know it will,” elvis brought your hand up to his mouth, placing a small kiss on it.

“when do you leave?,” you asked, finally realizing you he hadn’t mentioned it to you.

the small smile left elvis’ face as he responded, “tomorrow morning.”

you heartbeat sped up, not thinking he was going to be leaving so soon. your gaze dropped to your lap as tears formed in your eyes.

“hey, hey,” elvis heard a whimper leave your lips before he pulled you closer to him so you were buried into his chest.

“i’ll be back before you know it. i’ll call you every day. i’ll even call you before i leave in the morning. when i get back… everything will be different. i’ll be able to introduce you to my folks, take you everywhere with me… i ain’t leaving your side when i get back, okay?” elvis rubbed up and down your back as his other hand came under your chin, bringing it up to look at him.

“okay…,” you sniffled out. elvis pressed a kiss to your forehead before your head returned to his chest. the both of you sat in silence as you listened to the patter of his heartbeat for a few minutes.

“i love you.”

elvis finally said the words he had been wanting to say since the first month you spent together.

you slowly raised your head to look at him, you noticed the small tears in his eyes as well.

“i love you,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

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disabledunitypunk · 6 months

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A post reading: Shout out to people who are sleepy guys because they are physically disabled!!!! Life is a game and we are winning sleepiest guys on earth ever. /Pained but light hearted

Also shout out to people who are just dead fucking tired because of their disability. Not everything needs to be a cute little joke, you still deserve recognition <3

(This post is about physical disability do not derail)

This post was PERFECT... until that last line.

Are you aware that significant and even extreme chronic fatigue are HALLMARK symptoms of MANY mental illnesses, to the point that for many they are part of the DIAGNOSTIC CRITERIA?

Are you aware some of us can't TELL if the chronic fatigue is because of the anxiety, depression, autism, ADHD, schizophrenia, etc etc ad nauseum, or the POTS, fibromyalgia, MCAS, severe vitamin B12/d deficiencies, gut health/absorption issues, or malnutrition secondary to those others...

Are you aware that some of us also CAN tell that in fact it's BOTH, COMPOUNDING each other?!?! That our fatigue would be lessened if we had "only" physical or "only" psychiatric disability.

Are you aware that calling it DERAILING for mentally ill physically disabled people to DARE to talk about their experiences is VILE behavior?

ARE YOU?!?!

Y'all talk about how cripplepunk is about being angry, about not taking shit from anyone about your physical symptoms of your disabilities.

Well I'm fucking furious. You're massively fucking ableist for calling it derailing to take something that is a predominant symptom of ALL disabilities and to say it's "derailing" to talk about anything other than YOUR disabilities because it's all about YOU YOU YOU.

You're literally derailing discussions of a near-universal disability symptom because something being about someone other than you, who has a different experience of their disabilities than you, who is possibly as physically disabled by their neurological and neurochemical conditions than you are by your physical ones in the exact same way - oh but that's not possible, right, because it's not the way YOU experience it.

Just shut UP. Just leave off that last fucking line and turn off reblogs if you're so fucking autocentric that you can't acknowledge experiences other than yours EXIST.

It's not DERAILING that I can't separate my mental illness fatigue and physical illness fatigue, and that in fact they combine into something larger than the sum of their parts, that multiply disabled people EXIST. That we're refusing to toe the party line and be good little crips within the community, because for all you talk big game about standing up to abled people, you're too afraid to tell other disabled bullies (or admit to yourself) how disabling your own mental illnesses are because of how they treat those of us who do.

Or you're just one of the petty bullies who can't understand their experiences are not universal.

Either way, you know how they treat us, because you've facilitated it. Bully or coward, you need to fucking STOP treating other disabled people like they're your fucking oppressors, like we have any fucking systemic power over you. We're over here being locked up and killed by police and killing ourselves over the lack of power with have and specifically the way our autonomy is TAKEN from us, and y'all have the nerve to accuse people who are as or more PHYSICALLY crippled than you of "derailing" by acknowledging our own disabilities.

Fuck off. You're not punk, you're pathetic. You're like that gay republican that was surprised when his party turned on him. You're helping leopards feast on faces by cannibalizing your own, then being shocked when you feel teeth start to break your own skin.

Like sorry, spikes and stickers telling abled people to fuck off on your mobility aid doesn't make you punk, in the same way that being a "mean lesbian/bisexual" isn't activism, it's just being an asshole. You actually gotta walk the walk, and you can't even talk the talk. Punk includes community building, it includes coalition building, it includes fighting AGAINST ableism, not fucking for it.

Might as well start calling yourselves cripplefash, because that punk mask you wear is coming off.

(Userbox with combined wheelchair/rainbow infinity symbol in black and white, says "This user is PHYSICALLY DISABLED *and* neurodivergent.")

Oh, and btw. If you're wondering why this is tagged unitypunk. Paradox of intolerance, assholes. We don't tolerate ableism in disabled spaces. Not against neurodivergent physically disabled folks, not against solely neurodivergent folks, and certainly not excluding ANYONE from a primary symptom of their disability based on having the "wrong" diagnosis. That's the kind of behavior I'd expect of ableist DOCTORS, not our own fucking community.

You know how the queer community says "don't be a fucking cop"? Don't be a fucking doc. Pieces of shit.

#angry #unitypunk #exclusion

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