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#i didn’t post anything on this blog while the show was airing so i’m making up for that now lol
makeste · 6 months
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BnHA Chapter 403: (But Just That One Part, Because I'm Not Caught Up)
Previously on BnHA: Truly no idea, but it kind of looks like Katsuki is riding some sort of spaceship, and everyone has gotten really, really sparkly. I see you all have been busy these past 22 months. Great job, keep it up.
Today on BnHA: “So it’s come to my attention that a truly shocking number of you are only reading this manga for a single character.” – Horikoshi Kouhei, October 2023.
so. where to start, lol
I guess I should open with an apology, because I am about to make a fairly selfish decision! what I am about to do, is post a reaction to Bakugou’s Return To The Manga. however, because I’m not caught up, I’m going to be reading this one scene completely out of context without knowing anything about what is going on. which means that I’m going to be missing out on god knows how many nuances and details, which means this reaction post will be short on those things as well. so basically I’m prioritizing my own personal gratification as a fan here even though it is 100% going to affect the quality of my reaction blog, and for that I genuinely am sorry. eventually I will finish catching up, and when that happens I will post a proper reaction with all the trimmings. that’s just how it is for now though
anyway so with that said, basically what I’ve done now is I have gone to the scanlation website, and clicked on chapter 403, and then scrolled down through most of the chapter while sort of half-looking away from my screen with my eyes squinted so that everything is mostly blurry, until I finally reached the big double-page spread with you-know-who doing his thing. namely, standing around on this giant glowy cereal bowl from the future, which appears to be either hovering up in the air, or slowly crashing onto the ground
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and this right here, is exactly what I was rambling on about a moment ago. you guys I really am sorry to be doing this, because even I can tell this should be solemn and sincere moment of awe and excitement and relief. but because I completely lack any context whatsoever for wtf is happening, most of the dramatic impact is lost on me, and to tell the truth right now this page is a hell of a lot funnier than it has any right to be
like, so Deku. this boy is crying all the tears. I recklessly scrolled back up one page to see why, and it appears the answer is Because All Might Is About To Fucking Die (which, !??!?), so that’s actually VERY fucked up, and I’m sure I will have PAGES AND PAGES OF WORDS to say about all of that once I finally catch up properly. that is very traumatic and emotional and I will probably cry a lot about it
BUT, that being said, I just need you guys to know that without that context, Deku standing here with his giant head all >:O in the foreground, while Kacchan appears out of nowhere glowing with the power of a thousand suns and standing on top of this giant floating Smash Bros level that Nezu maybe probably built with his nine million dollars, is one of the wildest fucking things I’ve seen in my life. I feel like an accidental time traveler. you know when a character has one of those crazy prophetic dreams showing them chaotic glimpses of the future, and they’re just standing there all “???” because they have absolutely no clue what the fuck is going on? that is what it’s like right now
heh but there he is
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“did you miss me, Izuku. back by popular demand after being on IR for 14 goddamn months. rebuilt better and stronger than ever thanks to the heroic spaghetti man wrapped tightly around my heart keeping me alive. just BnHA things. just a flesh wound. by the way, it’s me, Kacchan, just in case you didn’t recognize me on account of my still being really far away and completely covered by smoke, and also you thinking I was dead. here let me give you a close up to make this easier”
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“fuck yeah. it really is me, btw. just in case you still couldn’t tell on account of me also being like 100x prettier than you remembered. guess it’s just that blindingly handsome character development”
also, “the end of an era” um hello, yes, what?? just what exactly have I missed here with all this All Might stuff?? because apparently All Might just prior to this was in some sort of mortal danger, is what I’ve been hearing, because everyone keeps posting excitedly about Kacchan showing up in the nick of time to save him? which incidentally makes my heart so incredibly fucking warm omg. it’s what both of them need AND deserve
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why is everything so goddamn sparkly right now. this is like a Sailor Moon battle over here
love that look of instant recognition and shock and overpowering relief in Deku’s eyes though. also has he really been fighting in this cracked out OFA-overflowing mode this entire time?? he looks just like he did on the cover of volume 37. I still haven’t seen his actual canon reaction to the “death”, and I haven’t been keeping tabs on his fight with AFO??/Tomura?? at all, but I’m glad it looks to have been as emotional as I could have hoped
aw fuck yeah
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his precious card. I’m now almost as invested in the saga of the All Might card as I am in all the rest of this. it’s all beat to hell, but somehow still made it through in the end. just like him
oh. my. g
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protect them.
protect them all.
so is the reason this fight is so sparkly just because of OFA symbolism, then?? or is there something else happening here?? goddammit, okay, I‘m gonna very carefully scroll back to the beginning of the chapter, because I’m 100% positive there is some sort of deeply meaningful symbolic thing going on here and I’ll be damned if I miss out on it, spoilers or no
-- oh my goD??!
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1. BABY ALL MIGHT WHAAAAAAT
IS THAT HIS MOM???? OH MY GOD DID WE GET ALL MIGHT BACKSTORY. oh my god. oh god. no actually don’t tell me, ahhhh I cannot fucking wait to read this properly, holy shit
so did something wind up happening to Mighty Mom later on then?? feels like it must have, since he wound up getting so attached to Nana? man I don’t want to think about any of that stuff after seeing this panel though :( just, damn it, why is this man’s whole entire life so goddamn fucking tragic
“the one thing I’ve done most is looking back to the path I took” my god I cannot wait to read this. only two short pages and I’m already buried miles deep into my All Might feels. came here for the triumphant Kacchan return and now I’m sitting here tearing up about All Might, god damn you Horikoshi YOU’VE STILL GOT IT. and I am STILL A SUCKER FOR ALL OF IT
anyway, so now back we go to the last couple of pages with this additional context, aaaaand...
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...and apparently I’m now full-on crying about All Might! (: well how about that. turns out when you read the manual and follow the instructions properly this series still works exactly as advertised. don’t mind me I’m just sitting here sobbing because everything is exactly what I wanted and I apparently don’t know how to deal with that!!
THEIR FEELINGS BECOME WHAT?!?!?!
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EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED AND I’M GONNA BE A MESS ABOUT IT FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME BECAUSE LIFE IS GRAND!!
ARE ALL OF THESE WATERY SPARKLES LIKE. DEKU’S FUCKING TEARS LMAO OR WHAT. HOW IS KACCHAN IN THE SPLASH ZONE. HOW ARE HIS TEARS HOLDING UP THE SPACESHIP. I DON’T UNDERSTAND A GODDAMN THING BUT THIS IS NOW OFFICIALLY A SHOUJOU MANGA, I DON’T MAKE THE RULES
the urge to ruffle baby Deku and baby Kacchan’s hair is so goddamn powerful you don’t understand. this is PRIMAL. they are SO happy and SO good and perfect. I’m gonna fucking die
there’s not even any dialogue. what the fuck are they even gonna say. their expressions say it all and more. also they are being kind to me because they know I’m not caught up so they don’t want to spoil me any further, thank you my sons
lastly, I guess, because I don’t really have anything else to add now that my brain has fully turned to sappy mush: so uh. I truly have not the slightest clue how or why, but. does Kacchan have OFA though. and why is the answer, “yes he definitely does.” ???
like, I don’t understand it, but I confess that by now I have spoiled myself on the last few pages of chapter 362 for reasons (those reasons being “I finally gave in and looked at them on purpose, because I’d already seen most of them out of context here and there, and my willpower is only so strong”), and so I know that this boy was talking to vestige!Might, and as far as I’m aware that is 100% not possible unless he has some sort of connection to OFA in some way so yeah
and now here he on this last page being all Profoundly Connected with Deku while they gaze into each other’s eyes, and I can’t help but notice that said eyes are all explodey and they look a LOT like Deku’s actually. and on top of that we have all of this All Might symbolism that I’m still crying about, so like? ???
anyway so I’m not going crazy here right? like this is definitely a thing? for whatever reason?? unless you guys know something here that I don’t. in which case I actually am asking to be spoiled fully just this once, because at this point I just need to know one way or the other and I don’t care lol
anyway so that concludes my thoughts I guess! so now my absurdly ambitious goal is to speed read the manga this next week and hopefully at least catch up to Kacchan’s “death”, so that I can better understand what’s happening when I inevitably wind up spoiling myself for chapter 404 as well. the plan right now is to still type up my liveblog notes as I go, but to not worry about posting or editing anything in between chapters. so I’ll have a big backlog of chapter recaps which I’ll eventually get to uploading whenever I can, but in the meantime I can participate more in the fandom side of things. since I really want to share all of my endgame theories and so forth, but in order to do that I really need to find out just what the fuck is actually going on lol, so yeah
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helluva-dump · 4 months
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Yeah I think I am officially done with the Helluva boss critical community… for good.
Before you guys flip your shit and accuse me of being a Stan, let me explain.
So I deleted my tumblr app and decided just to refreshen my mind and focus on other things. (Like my art, my own possible indie project, ect ) and being away for a while… it kind of made me realize how much of the critical community was becoming too much for my mental health.
Originally, I joined because season 2 disappointed with season 2, didn’t like how Vivziepop retconned things like the pilot, the possible workplace allegations, and of course… the fandom being super toxic as hell work promoting toxic positivity.
But holy shit…. Somehow the critical community is even worse than the fandom.
Like I swear nobody talks about what’s wrong with this community. I’ve seen blogs have such an unhealthy hatred to Viv where they post nonstop about her… it’s insane. Like when making account names “wah I hate Vivziepop”
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t think all critical blogs act like this. I do in fact still follows few, only thing is the ones I follow don’t constantly whine and bitch all the time and actually do critique. And these reblogs I follow just do AUs, rewrites, and redesigns which to me I will always see as harmless fun since that’s what I wanna do.
As for the other half of criticals…. Hell, these people legit get mad and share screenshots making fun of fans with different opinions. Like, bruh, didn’t you guys get angry at stans for doing that to y’all? You guys are literally doing the exact same thing. And no I’m not talking about sharing screenshots of toxic fans that attack former employees and make excuses for a questionable workplace…. But like they’ll just mock fans that didn’t do anything bad.
I’m all for critiquing a fandom and there are Stans that have such an unhealthy parasocial relationships with Viv… but somehow I see people acting the same with their unhealthy hate obsession. Literally going through her IG and bitching and moaning…
Seeing people making assumptions about her and Gooseworks with the glitch x as well as Tracy just shows me how unhealthy this hate is becoming.
Yes, Viv and Tracy had a bit of a heated thing on Twitter. However, I don’t think it’s fair to assume she’s this evil evil hellspawn that’s plotting to destory glitch x. “She’s kissing ass to goodeworks with her fake smile” dude she’s probably a fan of their works, you really don’t know that.
Also, while I’m aware of the allegations concerning Salem (who I hope really recovers and they did really make this episode the best IMO)… it’s probably not fair to assume all employees get treated the same way… the only people that seem to know what went down are Erin, Ken, Salem, and Ashley Nicolas. Do I think the workplace abuse is possible? Yes, it’s why I haven’t bought any merch.
BUT the reason why I don’t like to discuss things like this is because half of the other stuff seems like flimsy evidence besides Salem’s vents. And I think it’s a bit risky to spread such misinformation and make assumptions. (One blog I’ve seen had so many anons sharing rumors and just go along with them which to me is dangerous…)
Like when the new episode aired, unlike everyone else, I actually loved it. This recent episode was so great it’s what I wanna see more of for Helluva boss. But eh… I noticed some haters bitch for the sake of it. Now, some of the critiques aren’t too bad, I did notice some flaws and I understand the concerns for salem. But like other half it’s just bitching for the sake of it…
Also I heard rumors how the deranged stalker fan of Fizz is a parody of critical blogs… tbh I highly doubt that because that trope always existed in cartoons (like Aggrestuko had one too) but considering a good chunk of “criticals” have a hate boner for viv, can you blame some fans for thinking that?
I really don’t like how the critical community became the anti community. Because not every critical person is an anti, I don’t even wanna fuck with that shit and I don’t ever wanna resort to that.
Hell, they drove one critical blog I loved away… over a bad miscommunication.🙃 and that blog was right, you don’t wanna make friends with this community with how some toxic people are.
Also I’ve been drawing a lot of Hazbin hotel stuff for my Heaven AU and it reminded me why I enjoyed Vivziepop’s ideas and stories so much. It somehow was helping me take edge away from my mental health.
I think it’s possible to still be a fan without labeling yourself as a stan or anti. That’s why I made this blog for. I was so worn out by the toxic positivity of the fandom, so this is my comfort space. But now I need to cut the critical community away since it’s now full of toxic negativity.
And as I said, I do plan to make an indie cartoon series and I feel like being part of this critical community is NOT gonna make me professional on my end. That being said, I don’t like Viv as she said things that rubbed me the wrong way BUT I’m not gonna let that kill my joy for Hazbin hotel.(and Helluva boss to an extent) I do think she has good ideas and they CAN work but she does need more writers than animators to help her execute them.
That’s why I’m only a bit more excited for Hazbin hotel lately
Now I’m not angry at anyone who followed me. I just wanna make some boundaries, and that being said, I’m still gonna critique both shows. However, I’m just gonna tag these posts as HH/HB critiques than HH/HB critical for now on. I feel like that’s more professional and more genuine if you wanna share opinions on stuff.
Just wanna get this off my chest, it’s what I wanted to express for a while.
And if fans come across this blog, don’t be afraid to interact I won’t bite. Everyone has their different opinions. I only have an issue with Stans that promote toxic positivity and dismiss employees that were treated badly is all.
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umbra-diaboli · 1 year
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since youre sorta open, how about dante face fucking mreader and calling him a good boy? 👀
hi i know it's been a while but ∠( ᐛ 」∠) _
18+ ONLY under the cut, minors do not interact with this post, blog, or contents
“Look at me.”
You blink up at Dante, your back against the shower door. He flashes you a smile that’s as sinister as it is charming; his hand under your chin is scalding, hotter than the shower itself, but his touch is gentle. 
“You can’t just tease me like that,” he says, drawing his thumb over your lips. You part them without thinking, chasing his touch with a half-hearted kiss.
“I didn’t think you’d get this torn up over it,” you say. “When has a joke about blowing you ever gotten you so bent out of shape?”
“You said, and I quote, that I could fuck that pretty mouth of yours and that backfired. I’m into that,” he corrects. “Shocker. Who could have guessed?”
“Be nice. I’m considering it,” you mumble. It’s a transparent lie that works him up even more. 
He looms over you, bumping the head of his cock against your cheek, one forearm braced against the wall behind you. The tile isn’t kind to your knees, but the view makes it all worthwhile. Some part of you wonders how long you can drag this out, how much teasing he’ll tolerate before he has his way, and his frustrated little huff tells you that he’s at the end of his rope.
“C’mon, babe,” he says, his voice coarse and low. “What do you want me to say? Please? Pretty please?”
“Keep trying,” you tell him. His cock jumps at your touch and he sighs when your lips brush the underside of it. “I’ll find something I like.”
“Please? S’il vous plaît? I don’t know any more words for–...”
He shudders when you glide your hands up his thighs, digging your fingers into the softer backside of his legs. You kiss the base of his shaft, listening to him fumble for more words as you follow a trail of silver hair over his stomach and nip the arches of his hips. 
“Babe? Prince? King? Are we taking royal decrees?” he gasps, cupping your chin again when you don’t respond. “I’m going to die. I am actually going to disintegrate.”
“Keep going.”
“Little difficult to think.”
“I’ll just wait,” you hum. You make sure he’s watching before you let your touch drift over your own body, gliding your hand down your length. “You’ve never been speechless, Dante.”
“Oh, come on,” he hisses. “What do you want me to say? Thanks? Good job? Good boy?”
You lean up and swallow him deep, pleased with the low growl he makes when you hollow your cheeks around him. He watches you for a moment, enthralled by the way you worship his cock, his fingers twisting into your hair as you work.
“You’re a trip,” he says, tugging your hair until you slack up a bit. The back of your head bumps against the shower wall. “Sit tight. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
As if you’d object. You let him take a tentative thrust past your lips, guiding him with your hand until he knows he can truly test the waters. His cock glides in and out of your mouth with a practiced rhythm, the tiles cold against your back and merciless on your knees, but the heat of his body and the still-hot shower keeps you level. 
He steps a little closer, pushes a little deeper, watching you squirm when he teases your limits. You try to show him you want him to be rough, urging him forward until each thrust makes your jaw ache and your lungs beg for air. His cock is smooth and heavy on your tongue and the way he whines when you dig your nails into his skin makes you shiver. 
You wish you were bent over the edge of his bed. The hinges of your jaw feel like they might come undone, but you’re too busy with hazy imaginings of him railing you raw the same way he’s fucking your mouth, daydreaming about the way his hand feels between your thighs. Your own hand is no substitute. He knows all the right spots, he’s memorized the ways you like to be touched and it’s so much better than anything you could dream of doing to yourself. Maybe it’s the calloused palms, maybe it’s the way he twists his hand a bit at the top of every stroke. You wonder what it’d be like to let him have his way with your mouth like this and still have his hands free to explore; something about the thought makes your own strokes more tolerable until you can feel your core coil tight with the ache of a climax.
And then you hear it. It’s almost impossible to make out over the roar of your own pulse in your ears and the steady rush of water, but he knows you’re close. 
“Come for me,” he says, his pace unsteady. Your jaw screams, but you need him to come down your throat. “C’mon. What did it for you earlier? You want me to tell you how good you are for sitting so pretty?”
He can feel your body go taught just before your peak. He cups your chin with his other hand, fingers still tangled in your hair to keep your mouth open as you tip over the edge, pushing deep enough to make you dizzy until the sight of you spent beneath him is too much for him.
Your stifled moans are enough to put him over the edge, his cock bumping the back of your throat one last time before you feel him spill along your tongue. He pulls back to let you breathe, but you know it’s a last-second attempt to paint your mouth and chin with cum just the way he likes. 
He tilts your face up, hooking his thumb in your mouth to make you open one last time. 
“Good boy,” he chirps, offering you an impish grin. You scoff, shaking your head to loosen his grip, swallowing around his thumb when he wrangles you back to square one. “How much longer until the hot water runs out?”
Neither of you care to count the minutes. 
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fierydiamond · 2 years
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♡ A/N: Based on this dream I had! It's been two months since I've posted a fic 🥲
♡ Tags/Warnings: Female-bodied reader, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of sex toy, fingering, Porco is bisexual, nipple play, hickies, reader’s ex is based on mine 💀
♡ Word count: 1,300+
♡ Do not copy and/or repost anywhere
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♡  MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS — DO NOT INTERACT!
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“It’s supposed to… what?”
You’ve been dating Porco for about two weeks now. He brought you to an Italian restaurant for a dinner date and when he brought you home, you invited him in for some coffee which turned into a home tour with your bedroom as the final stop.
You chuckled softly as you took the rose gold, silicone tipped toy from Porco’s hands. “It’s supposed to mimic oral sex,” you said with an amused smile.
He raised an eyebrow and took the toy from you again. “Really?” He pressed the button to turn it on and fiddled with the other buttons for a while before sticking his finger into the head. His brows shot up again at the sensation caused by the air pulse technology that gave the feeling as if someone was sucking on his finger. “Huh.”
You shook your head and took the toy from him again, turning it off. “I can’t tell, to be honest.”
“… What?”
You laughed at the incredulous look on his face. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Has no one ever eaten you out before?”
You thought about it for a while, sitting on your bed as you set the toy on your bedside table. “Well, yeah. My ex, but he didn’t know how to. He was like a vacuum. Just kept on sucking.”
Porco burst out laughing as he sat next to you. “A vacuum?!”
“That’s how it felt!” you said, laughing along with him. “There was no foreplay or build-up. He just lodged his face between my legs, attached his lips to my clit, and sucked away.”
Porco was wheezing by the time you finished. He clutched his stomach as he tried to catch his breath, his blond hair that was slicked back now falling into his face. His cheeks were dusted pink as the remnants of mirth remained on his face.
“I am never going to forget that. It’s now engraved in my mind.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Like you’re so good at giving head yourself.”
“I am, actually,” he countered with a smirk. “My lips and tongue have satisfied both men and women.” He then turned to look at you with a glint in his eyes. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
You felt your face heating up as you listened to his words. “What?”
“I can help with that. You know—see if your toy truly mimics oral sex.”
The furthest you and Porco have gone is making out and maybe reaching second base. However, it didn’t mean that you haven’t thought of how it would feel to be intimate with him.
After all, you won’t deny that Porco is a very handsome man. Not only that, but he is also funny and witty. He made you laugh and was always willing to lend a listening ear to you whenever you needed to vent or by just being there for you.
In short, you were extremely attracted to Porco.
Before you could say anything, he had pushed you down on your back on the bed and hovered above you. You smiled up at him and ran your fingers through his hair gently.
“Then show me, Galliard,” you said in a soft voice. “Show me how talented you are with that mouth of yours.”
He smirked and leaned down to kiss you, his lips moving desperately against yours. His hand reached to unbuckle your jeans and you clumsily helped him, shoving your jeans and panties down and eagerly kicking it off towards the floor. Porco chuckled softly as he began to kiss down your jaw.
“Been wanting to show you what I can do,” he muttered as his lips trailed down to your neck. “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing. All you need is one night with me, and I’ll show you how much of a loser your ex is.”
You moaned as he quickly took off your blouse and discarded it to the floor, your bra joining soon after. He kissed down your neck, leaving a hickey just below your ear, before continuing his way down your chest. He focused on your left breast, kissing around the nipple before taking it into his mouth and making you see stars as his tongue and lips worked on building up that pleasurable ache between your legs.
“Baby…” you moaned out, squeezing him between your legs.
He then focused on your other breast, giving it the same treatment. “Look at you. You’re so worked up and I’ve barely begun.”
“Wanna feel you… now.”
He chuckled again and nodded, slowly making his way down to between your legs. His large hands squeezed your thighs as he pushed them apart. “So beautiful,” he muttered as he left soft kisses along your thigh, nipping the soft skin there and making you squirm slightly. “You have no idea how badly I wanna taste you right now.”
He made his way to your core and buried his face between your legs, devouring you as if he was a man who has been starved for days.
You gave out a loud moan as you writhed on the sheets, twisting your fingers in them before your hands darted to his hair, tangling your fingers in it, and pulling him closer to your core. A breathless moan came out of you and your legs were beginning to shake.
“O-Oh fuck!”
You could practically feel him smirking against you as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue swirling around your clit as you felt yourself getting wetter. He suddenly pulled back and just before you could whine at the loss of contact, you felt him slowly push a finger inside you, causing you to gasp as you rolled your hips.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he muttered, his voice low. “So tight for me…”
He slowly began to motion his finger inside you, soon adding another one, doubling the pleasure. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you even faster while his free hand cupped your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple between them.
To add even more pleasure, he leaned down and resumed pleasuring your clit as he alternated between sucking and licking. Obscene sounds started to fill the room and your moans were like a sweet symphony to him, spurring him on to help you reach your high.
Your eyes started to flutter shut, and you felt like you were losing control of your body. Fire began to pool in your abdomen and your toes started to curl as you realised you weren’t going to last long.
“Porco, I-I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his voice slightly muffled. “Cum on my lips, give me what’s mine.”
You cried out and your knees began to buckle as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. Pleasure surged through your entire body like electricity, and you arched your back from the mattress. Your face heated up, and you were taking shallow breaths. You couldn’t help but grind against his face as you slowly came down from your high.
Porco, satisfied with your reaction, pulled back and licked his lips. He kissed his way back up your body and towards your lips, crashing his against yours. He used his tongue to pry open your lips and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him.
“So?” he asked as he pulled away slightly and leaned his forehead against yours. He was panting slightly but that smirk was still on his face.
“What?” you asked, your mind still hazy.
“Ate you out so good you can’t think straight, huh?” he said with a soft chuckle. “Does it feel the same as your toy?”
You glanced at your toy that was on the bedside table briefly then looked back at Porco, your own smirk on your face. “I don’t know, I think we’ll need to try a few times, just to be sure.”
You leaned over to take the toy and waved it in front of him. “Maybe even compare? You know… for science?”
He grinned and took the toy from you. “Let’s not waste any time then.”
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coralsgrimes · 11 months
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So I’m honestly asking because I have no clue what you are referring to. Why do you hate Ben Barnes so much? You seem to keep referring to things he did but you didn’t say what. I’m confused but I really have no idea what these bad things are and would like to find out.
Ye really do make me typing like a madman today lol
Said it a million times and I don't hate Benny Boy. Imma just disappointed and also hate is a strong word and I neither have the time nor am I 12 to hate someone online lol
I don't say what he was fucking up cuz this blog is mostly our own lil pond and I generally assume that everyone swimming here should know by now x.x also I've been repeating myself over and over about all of this shite. Scroll waaaay down lol
But since I'm typing...
So the thingies that I personally find to be hurtful, the fangirls been putting a flaming sword up me ass when I mention them. Can ye believe???
The first thing is obvi the half naked photoshoot in a pool, with a minor! which he called romantic! done by a photographer who he called his friend and who also photographed Sofia Richie aged 14/15 like she was a on a cover of the hustler.
Then we have his ongoing association, PUBLIC ASSOCIATION, with a circle of friends that includes scientologist, racists, sex pests, people protecting and vouching for the sex pests some of them currently on trial, also women who engage in victim blaming publicly, and not so surprisingly a cult leader wannabes are in that crowd as well. And again, this are not some fandom connect the dots allegations. This is all a open public we been friends for years said out loud.
And the next thing, that me thinks had broken the Benny spell completely, was his 'crisis in Ukraine' insta post from last April (featuring choose love... cuz why not). The obvious months wait for a fucking t-shirt to arrive, sunny day happy photoshoot and advertisement friendly language so that instagram won't cut his visibility so everyone could see what a great chap he is! The bare minimum, the bad taste, the quick edit of the post after he been called out and obvi the radio silence since.
Oh coral but it's not like he the worst person in the fucking world. Like no he's not but the picture he tries to paint of himself is cracking and showing how fucking fake it is... No surprise tho he a celebrity and british after all x.x
In other thingies, he obvi a bestie with Jules who i have personal beef with completely outside of Benny.
Speaking of her, the very possible possibility that he been having an affair with a married woman is kind of wow okay something if ye ask me. Then we have his music which should be classified as a dangerous especially for aquatic life (🪸), young and elderly and everyone else.
Yesh I know celebs are fake but he is just... The fakest at this point?? Like so obviously fake without a drop of genuine intentions, just doing this to secure his cushy life.
Oh and while we still at around twin flames orbit. The pandemic... Stay home be a good boy, but not me!! I am Benjamin Barnes and I shall do the opposite and then gaslight gatekeep...
I can go into/list more irks honestly but that's just ye know being petty and cherry picking kind of. Ye know I say I hate his look at me imma an activist reposts but other peeps are glad he 'spoken out' about the issue. Then there are his fandom games and basically begging his fangirls to baby him like when he's called out... He can't take responsibility for anything (pandemic travel anyone??) and he won't take direct and decisive stand on anything ever (not even saying world issues, I mean his so called FEMALE friends that needed strong public support but he stayed silent) cuz as long as he is bland and pleases everyone he is cool he is safe.
And at the end of the day what he does is he covers up, avoids and baits with something else hoping that the air clears. Here we should look at his 'brother' Chris D'Elia. He was sniffing around him at a time he was assaulting several women, Benny at the same time was dating a wannabe model in her early 20s... Allegations about D'Elia circled around for years but no one dared to speak loudly cuz he was SOMEONE. Then shit hits the fan and what our dear boy Benny does??? He, with a speed of a lightning, deletes covers up blocks gets rid off any obvious connection to his so called brother. Case closed.
Also like his enormous ego and the obsession to cover up his private life like crazy, that kinda sus and not healthy I want a private life but again it's just me lol
Would link me old posts but I'm on the mobile app and it's like so hard to find all that shite. There are more details in them old posts if ye as interested. But this is the crash course into Benny Boy by Coral lol
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!!!EMERGENCY POST!!!
Sometimes I forget to cover a thing, so I add the phrase “EMERGENCY POST” to the top of the post to indicate that. So, without further adude:
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Tim & Eric Nite Live #1: “Delicious Pizza” | November 6, 2007 - 10:00PM | S01E01 Aired on superdeluxe.com
Folks, I messed up. While this blog was always meant to be more about the proper television content of the Adult Swim original comedy ecosphere, I was planning to at least touch on some of the web-only content. While covering it in-depth wasn’t going to be a requirement I could work with, I was, however, planning to make an exception for Tim & Eric Nite Live. But I didn’t think about formally making sure I wasn’t gonna miss it until it was too late. I falsely remembered that the series started sometime midway through season two, rather than a few weeks before season two. I’m so sorry. But, being a spin-off somewhat of Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! I’ve decided to count this, and I’ve decided to do a brief run of posts catching up with this series so I can weave the few remaining 2007 episodes where they actually belong on the timeline. 
Tim and Eric Nite Live is an achievement. It’s one of the funniest things they’ve ever done. How can two Pennsylvanians, such a universally reviled demographic of people, be so goddamn effortlessly funny? It boggles my mind.
This is basically a public access show for the internet. It’s clearly influenced by their own love of public access shows. A lot of people from Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job showed up to participate in this. You had Richard Dunn, showing up to get shaved (sometimes played by the real Richard Dunn, but briefly and absurdly played by Zach “big time” Galifianakis” for a brief stretch), You had David Liebe Hart performing music and interjecting way too much from the sidelines (which yields some of the show’s funniest moments, nearly derailing the fabricated trainwreck into a real one). 
This one opens up with a wonderfully elaborate intro sequence, which makes the show seem like an attempt at a slick news-magazine show. What we get instead is an endless small-talk segment that is clearly paid advertisement for Papa John’s Pizza. To clarify: they aren’t actually getting paid by Papa John’s they are just doing their goddamn best to sincerely sell the idea that they might be. They are so good at laying it on thick. Tim decreeing “I’ve never seen anything like this” regarding the Papa John's website is hysterical.  
Other memorable moments: Tim backhandedly insulting We Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, which was actually being advertised on the front page of Super Deluxe’s web page. I’ve done a very poor job of approximating what it might have looked like if you were watching this web broadcast on the front page of the site. It’s on top of this write-up. I tell you, streaming this show was hellish at the time. I remember sitting through entire episodes of the show and just watching all of my friends comment on it in an AIM chatroom while it buffered endlessly for me, so I only got to see a few snippets here and there as it aired live. 
It really was live, too. They took Skype calls from fans, and treated them poorly. My favorite call is a cute girl named Kate who DLH immediately starts hitting on (he nearly gives her his phone number only to be cut off by Tim & Eric). She refers to “Jayne and Wan” Skyler which prompts an immediate hang-up from Tim, incensed that she got the names wrong. 
Another memorable bit is DJ Doug Pound presenting the mostly lame Tim & Eric cover song contest. This bit ends with Doug very sillily walking into the camera as he leaves, causing a huge disruption in our visual experience of the show. Tim scolds him for doing an extra bit of comedy that the show did not need. 
It’s important to note: Tim & Eric eventually released higher-quality versions of these that are in roughly DVD quality. From what I can tell they are uncut but with one exception: this first episode is missing around a minute’s worth of footage towards the beginning. My guess is that their own high-quality archive of the stream failed, but since they had the opening sequence as a pre-recorded video they just stitched that to the front of their incomplete archive. If you find the lower-quality version online, it has a SuperDeluxe network bug in the corner. This is the more complete version. I made a composite version a long time ago but I don’t know if I have it handy anymore. If I find it, maybe I’ll throw it up online sometime?
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Wait Jo, what is your opinion on this matter? I've seen opposite stands on the "comment fics" argument and to be fair I'm not so sure myself what I think.
Is it possible to ask for feedback yet refuse negative reviews? It's not a rhetorical question, it really feels complex. On one hand you have to brace yourself for criticism and I've seen posts written by writers in the community where they showed themselves open to critique. On the other I understand how bad it hurts to have someone on the internet tell you your piece is not good, but then I've seen blogs put in their pinned posts that they don't accept criticism, also valid.
Maybe what I understand from all of this is that content requires feedback to survive and if you're trying to block some type of feedback out, you might as well block if all.
I don't think seeing someone reblog a complaint about how comments and reblog are at an all time low on day and then reblog a complaint about how you're only supposed to comment compliments otherwise you can keep it to yourself counts as coherent.
Ofc I'm leaving out mean comments that don't have a point at all, but u get what I'm saying? Both arguments are reasonable, but if you want to support them both, you have to find common ground.
It’s a difficult one because I believe every writer is different and they all have their own opinions on the matter.
Some people will say constructive criticism only, and will open themselves up to it. Others are probably happy to get any attention on their shit whether it’s negative or positive and then there are people who are just happy to write and want positive interactions only.
Myself personally I see no point giving me constructive criticism or negative feedback because I write for free. If I was charging people to read my shit I’d probably say constructive criticism or all and any feedback is fine but bottom line is I’m not— everything I write on here is free, and is written in my spare time between my full time job and personal life.
Content doesn’t necessarily require feedback to survive. I’ve been posting in fandoms where you’re lucky to get a single reblog/comment— I write because it makes me happy. Feedback is appreciated but I’ve learned to never expect it, because once I expect it I’ll be left disappointed.
I think it’s just kinda telling about how someone is as a person. If you’ve read something you enjoyed, it’s the polite thing to do to leave feedback or at the very least reblog. The same way you’d say thank you to someone for baking you a tasty cake or for making you a cuppa tea like? Just manners… and I think I’m of the generation on the internet where if you don’t like something you don’t read, or you just leave the doc. Whereas people seem to think their critique is valid these days and will air it. And I also think a lot of the time critique is given without any positives, so again what’s the point?
For example, I had someone leave a passive aggressive comment on one of my fics last night. I checked and they’d been following me for a while and had liked quite a few of my previous posts but had never reblogged or left a comment on them… until I posted something they didn’t agree with and they suddenly commented.
Why is it that person, who wouldn’t comment on anything they liked, found the need to comment on something they didn’t like— I don’t think I’ll ever understand that.
Anyway I’m getting away from the point now sorry!!
Tl;dr — I think you need to just remember that fanfiction is free, so to leave comments like that to people who are only writing in their spare time is a waste of time and energy when you could just say “good story” and move on… or even better say nothing.
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I posted 157 times in 2022
That's 104 more posts than 2021!
51 posts created (32%)
106 posts reblogged (68%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@nbraraeaves
@gaybybirth
@myguiltypleasures21
@itsmissnancy
I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022
#adrian chase - 11 posts
#vigilante - 9 posts
#vigilante x reader - 8 posts
#x reader - 8 posts
#adrian chase x reader - 8 posts
#vigilante smut - 6 posts
#adrian chase smut - 6 posts
#vigilante peacemaker - 6 posts
#x reader smut - 5 posts
#tppkinktober2022 - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 121 characters
#conceptually riddlers always been my favourite i just never cared much for the batman universe as a whole until that show
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Emerald Eyes and a Blood-Stained Ring: Adrian Chase/Vigilante X Reader
Note: One of my first non-smuts in a while. I just have severe Adrian Chase brainrot and wanted to write something fluffy. 
This hasn’t been proofread. I just have a lot of feelings and needed to post this.
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Synopsis: Adrian proposes in his own bloody way.
Warnings: None, beyond Adrian being Adrian, and mentions of blood.
You had never really figured out if your relationship could be called strange, or perfect.
Maybe it had always been a strange combination of both.
At the start, you didn’t even know who Adrian Chase was. Back then, he was only Vigilante. You were just yourself, going about your business, when you stumbled across the masked man bleeding heavily in an alleyway.
In a stroke of insanity, or perhaps guided by fate, you brought the unknown killer into your home and patched him up. That one incident set off a domino effect, creating an endless cycle that often had this wanted criminal bleeding out in your kitchen.
Somehow, you never seemed to mind.
It took two years of this masked man being in your life before you finally got to see his face.
That said, you fell in love with him after only one.
Vigilante had been your protector long before Adrian Chase became your lover. If you thought you couldn’t fall harder for the bloodthirsty man that was a complete nerd and goofball, you were proven utterly wrong the moment green eyes met yours.
He had always been perfect to you. Vigilante, consistently showing up with new scars and wounds, swearing that he would never remove his mask to protect you from knowing his secret identity, dropping everything in a heartbeat if he thought you were in trouble. Adrian Chase, talking a mile a minute, gushing about any topic he loved, enthusiastic about anything in your life, barely making ends meet with a low-wage job yet still greeting every day with a grin.
You loved him to death.
And you knew he loved you too.
Despite countless people accusing him of not understanding emotions, he himself was an open book. When he was hurt, he would whine. When he was tired, he passed out. When he was bored, he’d make it very well known. So, the moment he felt love for you, pure and true love, you knew immediately.
It was shown every day when he protected you so viciously. It was clear in his eyes every minute he looked at you, sappy grin on his face. It was apparent in every hand-picked gift and every gesture.
And that was that.
He was yours and you were his.
It went on that way for another year.
You couldn’t say it was all sunshine and rainbows. There were moments, of course, where Adrian would find your emotions hard to read, and react inappropriately. There were days where he would come home, beyond bloody and bruised from his night job, and you’d lose your cool, upset by the harm that had come to him.
But you two had always walked it off, always stuck it out.
And so, nothing struck you as odd the night he once again stumbled into your shared apartment, Vigilante suit torn to shreds, mask off in his hands as he gasped for air, bracing himself on the wall.
“Hi honey,” the green-eyed man grunted out, grin on his face despite the clear pain in his eyes. “I’m home.”
“And what sort of time do you call this?” you play along, gently guiding him to the kitchen in your normal routine.
“Work kept me late,” he huffed, thumping down in one of two wooden chairs. A gloved and bloodied hand reached up to cup your cheek, and he pulled you forward into a chaste kiss. You only give in for a moment, before backing away.
“Where’d you get got?”
Adrian speaks through his pout. “Knife slashed my side, that’s all.”
“That’s all, he says,” you mutter, walking to the counter to grab a damp cloth and some gauze. “Armor off, please, and spare me the jokes about me wanting you naked.”
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#4
Throw Me Instead - Earth-2 Harrison Wells x Fem!Reader SMUT
Oops here comes another one, I have a thing for the Earth-2 DILF who would’ve guessed?  Happy 2022 all, and sorry if you’re waiting on an Arcane fic, this one was sitting half-finished in my drafts since early November.
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Word Count: 3000+
Synopsis: It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to rage. One day, however, the combination of your two personalities clashed.
Warnings: NSFW, Lab Sex, Wall Sex, Desk Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Angry Sex, Possessiveness, Choking, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talk, Use of Sir/Princess
It wasn’t uncommon for you to tease. In fact, if you weren’t throwing flirtatious or sexual remarks at the team, they’d often wonder if something was wrong.
Harry took note of your antics rather quickly.
The first time he noticed it, you had hit Cisco with the line “Your hair looks great today! You mind if I pull it?” The younger man had laughed off the proposition, instead gushing with you for a few moments about the ridiculously perfect hair day he was having. Harry had wondered if you two were a couple, or perhaps dancing around the matter, before brushing it off.
The next time, it was a comment towards Caitlin, promptly after you had been injured in a meta fight. You had asked her if she was going to enjoy playing doctor with you, right before you passed out due to pain.
Next it was Iris, who had walked into the Cortex in a stunning dress and heels. She had asked you if she could borrow a necklace from you, to which you had informed her that she could do anything to you, wearing that dress.
Nearly every time a remark came out of your mouth, no one commented or looked remotely upset. Most had accepted that your flirting was how you showed your friends love and took it as such.
Nearly every time.
The first day you flirted with Harry, quite some time after he had joined the team, you were delivering an order of Big Belly Burger to the certified genius. Bag in hand and precariously balancing two milkshakes in the other, you drop most of it in front of the man.
Sipping from your shake, you look the man up and down as he continues to work, not acknowledging your existence. The moment allows you to fully take him in, appreciating the way he filled out his black t-shirt and pants, the messy hair that had clearly not been combed in some time. Then you notice something new, something he wasn’t wearing when he arrived.
“Damn, Hare,” you grin, straw between your teeth as you caught his attention. “You should keep those on. Glasses add a whole new layer of sex appeal to ya.”
You whirl around, not bothering to stay as Harry fumbles with the tool he’s holding.
After the first encounter, you had begun to flirt with him more. Harry couldn’t tell if you were doing so more with him than the others – after all, he didn’t make it a habit to “hang around” the others, as they so put it – but he could determine one thing.
He hated it.
He hated that you were flirting.
He hated that you were flirting with him the same way you did with everyone else.
Everything about you just…infuriated him.
The ease of which you communicated. How everyone seemed to like you. How you could give affection to everyone in a heartbeat. How effectively you seemed to get through to him.
You were a distraction, he told himself.
A kind, sweet, infectious distraction.
A distraction with more kindness than he had any right to, with more patience than he could ask for.
A distraction with a ridiculously beautiful smile, stunning eyes.
And your ass -
Harry shook his head at that. He couldn’t afford to be thinking like that, not with Zoom still on the loose.
You’re a distraction.
That’s all there was to it.
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#3
Kinktober Day 1 - Dirty Talk - Tangerine x Fem!Reader
Disclaimers: I’ve never done a Kinktober. These pieces are rushed. As a result they may be poorly written and OOC. Apologies in advance.
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Summary: On a job, through an earpiece, Tangerine learns how easily influenced you are by his words. 
Warnings: NSFW, Dirty Talk, no actual smut though.
There was the odd job that The Twins would be assigned that they couldn’t do alone.
Specifically, any infiltration that required a woman’s touch, or a job that required 3 parties. Not to mention, the odd time where one of the twins were ill or recovering from a wound.
The Twins may be some of the bests in the business, but even they had to outsource sometimes, all for the sake of a job well done.
So, on those rare occasions, The Twins would outsource to you.
The third fruit, Lemon would excitedly say.
You were quite endeared to The Twins – a fact that was rather dangerous, given your respective lines of work. But the moment you met the pair, your heart warmed as you listened to Lemon excitedly talk over his brother.
“I’m not quite sure who you are yet – could be a Daisy, sweet and reliable that one…”    
 “Lemon.”
“Or an Annie, can’t forget about her.”
“Lemon.”
“Mind, there’s no reason you couldn’t be a male train – sexist of me, I’m sorry bruv –“
“Lemon!” Tangerine snapped, whacking his arm.
“Oi! What, mate?”
“Much as I’d love to go on about which fuckin’ Thomas the Train she is, we have precious little time before she needs to make a move. So –“
“It’s Thomas the Tank Engine,” you interject.
Tangerine paused for a moment before turning to you, eyes widened ever-so-slightly.
“What?”
“It’s not Thomas the Train, it’s Thomas the Tank.”
Lemon laughed excitedly as Tangerine attempted to collect himself.
“It doesn’t bloody matter, does it? Now, did you read the briefing I sent ya?”
“Oh, was I supposed to? I thought you’d just explain on the way.”
A heavy silence hung over the group.
“We should call her Lime.”
“Lemon!”
Despite the annoyance that radiated off of Tangerine in that moment, a strange partnership had formed. You and Lemon got along swimmingly, and you thrived on getting under Tangerine’s skin.
A completely healthy office relationship, you would chuckle to yourself.
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Peeping Tom: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT
I’ve seen a couple of fics now touching on Adrian being a bit of a voyeur. I’d like to first agree with you all, but raise you that the Reader is also a complete exhibitionist. Again, a bit darker then I’m used to writing for, but it seems this dork is bringing out a lot of my hidden interests.
I’d also like to apologize for any errors that may exist, this fic was primarily written with wine in my system, likely explaining how horny it it. Very much self-indulgent, not at all a real-world scenario, just pure filth that smut fics are meant to be.
Enjoy 4.9k+ words of my mind being horny for this moron.
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Synopsis: After meeting a customer in Fennel Fields, Adrian follows her home, struck by her obvious perfection. Obsessed, he continues to stalk her as Vigilante. Until one night, the tables turn, and he receives a little more than he bargains for.
Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected Sex. Clear Obsession. Bondage. Stalker!Adrian. Voyeurism. In a turn of events, Exhibitionist Reader! Consensual Non-Consent (Adrian definitely non-consensually watching her, but Reader doesn’t end up minding and sort of knows, so, use your better judgment there). Adrian being Adrian.
It started innocent; Adrian swears it to this day. An innocent crush, that’s all it was. He had been working another dull shift at Fennel Fields, mind in a haze of daydreams, old D&D plots he had never fully worked out back in his prime of playing, and work that had to be done that night as Vigilante. There was also music playing in the back of his mind. Crab Rave. He hadn’t been able to shake it all day. Then you had walked in, and it was like the record player that was his mind came to a screeching halt.
You were perfect.
Everything about you. Your eyes drew him right in when they met his. Your hair looked soft, touchable. Your skin, funnily enough, also looked touchable. Your neck looked markable. Your lips looked kissable. You sat at a booth alone, and he worried for a moment that someone would be joining you. A date, a partner. But then you pulled out your laptop and his heart sung – you were there to work. You’d be staying. He noticed the stickers on your computer – icons from classic video games, an N64 controller, a D20, a Pokémon (was it your favourite, he wondered?), a skull.
You were perfect.
His thoughts were of you his entire shift. He snuck a glance as often as he could when his coworkers weren’t looking, when he was certain you were focused on your computer. Adrian wondered what you were doing, your fingers typing so quickly, your eyes never leaving the screen even as you shovelled forkfuls of food into your mouth.  It couldn’t be something illegal, could it? Planning a drug exchange, stealing personal data, plotting a heist? No, you couldn’t do that. You were perfect. But he had to check.
Luckily, he had the excuse. On one of his rounds, he stopped at your table, gesturing to your now empty plate. “Can I clear this for you?” You looked up quickly, eyes filled with surprise for a moment, before filling with kindness. Adrian wondered what those eyes would look like full of gratitude, of love, of lust. Pleading, begging, crying, rolled to the back of your head – “I’d appreciate that, thank you,” you sigh, flopping back in the booth with your arm coming up to rest along the back of it. Adrian reached for the plate, wondering what your arm would feel like holding him, wrapped around him in ecstasy. How would they look, tied above your head? “You know much about writing there…ah…?” You were looking at him expectantly, waiting for something. Maybe his name? “Adrian?” “Adrian,” you repeat it back warmly. He repressed a shudder. Your lips formed around his name so nicely. How would it sound whispered lovingly, screaming in pleasurable agony – “You know much about writing, Adrian?” He shrugged, shifting the weight of the basket of dirty dishes he was carrying slightly. “Not much officially. I mean, I watch movies, everyone watches movies. Played a lot of D&D back in the day, but it wasn’t exactly a writing career.” You smile fondly. Adrian wants to see that smile forever. “I used to play a lot too. Haven’t had the time much these days. Campaigns used to really get the creative juices flowing…but now…” you gesture to your screen. “The one minute I get to write anything for myself, and I’m stuck with three shitty lines. It’s just not coming, y’know?” All I know is I’d like to see you cumming, preferably on my cock. Adrian didn’t notice that he hadn’t responded until you gave a small, shy laugh, and shook your head. “Sorry, I shouldn’t keep you from your job. You’re not paid to hear my writer’s block.” “I don’t mind,” Adrian supplied quickly, eyes wide. You wanted to stop talking to him. “I just, ah, don’t really have good advice. Maybe, watch some stupid movies? It’ll give your head a break and give you an excuse to write stupid shit. Not that I think your shit is stupid! I’m sure it’s very smart shit. But sometimes what stops us from taking a shit is the fear that our shit will be stupid. So just shitting at all is half the battle!” He ended cheerfully. You were looking at him curiously, and for a moment he wondered if he had royally fucked up. But then a wide smile split across your face, and a giggle escaped you. “Adrian, was it? I think you’ve just inspired something, Adrian. Thank you.” Your hands posed over your keyboard then, and Adrian nodded, grinning. He spun around and resisted the urge to skip away. He inspired you. The sexy, nerdy girl in the restaurant was inspired by him. He hummed an aimless tune for the rest of his shift. You really were perfect.
This really started innocent, but you were just so perfect he couldn’t let you slip away. You had stuck around for the duration of his shift. By the time the restaurant closed, he was able to clock out. It wasn’t like he had planned to follow you home, Adrian rationalized as he crept behind you, a block or so between you, just out of sight. He didn’t plan it at all. But you two left at the same time, and you were walking alone at night! As Vigilante, he had to protect you. It was his job! That night, he found your house. It was completely innocent as he burned the address into his mind. Completely innocent as he noticed that you evidently lived alone. Completely innocent when he noticed that you kept a spare key inside a potted plant hanging outside the door. He would’ve left it at that, he really would have. Turned around and left your perfect self to the realm of his fantasies.
But on his return home, curiosity had him exploring the perimeter of your home. You had a backyard, he noticed. A small enclosure, contained within a fence (a fence easily scaled by him, but of course not by others). He peeked around, noticing the beginnings of a small garden (were you new to town?) and an old tree standing tall and proud. The backyard looked in on a couple of glass doors, leading into what he guessed was the kitchen. You even had a small hot tub, and Adrian grinned. He was impressed at what you could afford. You were smart. You could look after yourself. Of course you could, you were perfect.
When Adrian eventually left, he swore that he wouldn’t go back. The resolve lasted for roughly 3 days. 3 days of his mind being consumed by this beautiful stranger. Fantasies of tying you down and tormenting you as Vigilante. Fantasies of you taking care of him as Adrian. He wanted to know everything about you. So really, what was the harm in going back? He wouldn’t hurt you, he rationalized. He only wanted to watch, to learn. He climbed carefully, he had to. You couldn’t know he was there. But when he reached high enough, he could’ve fallen right out.
The tree overlooked your room. Your curtains were open – hell, they had every reason to be. No one should be in the tree enclosed within your garden, and that was really the only way anyone could ever see in. The opened curtains and soft reading lamp, however, gave Adrian clear view into your bedroom. Absentmindedly, Adrian vowed that he would kill anyone else who dared to climb this tree with his bare hands. There was plenty for him to notice about your personal space. Books scattered about, a dresser half-open and overflowing with clothes, some tapestries on the walls. But his eyes were fixed on key details, pivotal details, important details. There was a large bed in the centre of your room. Queen sized, maybe King. He could only imagine how nice it would be to fuck you on it, to hold you afterwards, to wake up in it. But there, on the plush, dark sheets, was you. Stripped down to nothing but a black lace bra and panty set. Adrian could have died then, happily. You were sipping on a glass of wine, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Adrian’s mind couldn’t help but wander as he noticed the red stain of wine on your lips. How would that red look elsewhere? Wine dripping between your cleavage, staining as it goes. A red that looked so much like blood. He could see himself approaching you after a tough mission, covered in blood of those he had killed. You wouldn’t flinch away, you’d just approach him, hold him, tear the mask off his face and kiss him. You’d pull away, that blood red coating parts of you now. Unfazed, you’d pull him to your bed. He breathed sharply as the brief scene ended in his mind. He shifted his weight, only to realize the growing discomfort between his legs.
Fuck, he was already hard.
He was going to leave, he really was. The image of you lying there was already more than enough fuel for the fire. He was ready to leave, to jerk one out when he got home, to use the thoughts to keep him going for another week or so, before another visit to your home.
But then…
Then…
A droplet of wine escaped from the glass, landing on your upper left breast, before trailing down between your cleavage. Adrian froze. He couldn’t hear you, but he could see the annoyed sigh in your movements as you set the glass and your phone aside. Carelessly, mindlessly, you dip your finger between your boobs and trace the line of red, scooping the stray wine up and sucking it off your finger. All Adrian can do is look in awe as you wrap your wine-stained lips around that finger, lingering there for a little too long. His hand finds its way to the front of his pants, attempting to relieve some pressure as he observes. You’re so sexy. You’re perfect. You’re made for him, it’s like you could read his mind – You seem to sigh again, only this time, you reach your hand behind you and unclasp your bra, removing and tossing the garment to the side of the room. The last small, rational part of Adrian’s brain wonders if you had gotten wine on the fabric. But the rest of him is screaming that this is a show made just for him.
And you’re so perfect, so wonderful, because you prove him right.
Your hands come up, first to touch where the wine had touched you, but soon choosing to wander, gently cupping each breast, squeezing, and kneading. You lean back on the bed, thighs clenched as you work, and Adrian notices how they tighten and how your hips start to twitch upward slightly as you begin toying with your nipples. “Oh, fuck,” Adrian groans quietly, immediately going to lower his pants, hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. Your mouth seems to part in a moan, and the man curses that he can’t hear the sound. He freezes briefly when your eyes wander right past the tree where he’s hiding, over to just beside the window. You seem to be staring, and by the way your legs spread, and your hand moves to rub over the lace, you seem to be getting more worked up. Adrian wonders what’s there. There’s no light to indicate a TV or porn. Maybe a poster? Or maybe it was a mirror. That had to be it, he decided, as you shifted in what seemed to be a method of posing yourself. You had to be watching yourself. He could’ve laughed. You were perfect. You liked being watched. He wondered if you’d like to know you were putting on such a good show for him. You shifted once again, now moving too slowly, teasingly pull the black lace down your legs. Rolling over, you reached for the drawer beside your bed. Adrian pulled his eyes away from the glimpse of your wet folds to focus on what you were pulling out. There, from your drawer, was a large purple vibrator. His hand worked faster as his imagination conjured up ideas of what else could be hidden in that drawer. Vibrators, dildos. Maybe you had handcuffs, a blindfold. A whip? A knife?
Fuck, how perfect could you be?
He watched intently as you moved the toy slowly, not to your cunt, but to your mouth. He could’ve drooled as your perfect lips spread, purple silicone sliding between them as you began to suck, coating the toy with spit. Adrian’s hand slowed, and he whimpered, matching your pace as you slowly fucked your own mouth with the toy. Soon, you moved it again, and he could see the tell-tale light of the toy indicating that it was on. You trailed it down your body slowly, but picking up speed, clearly growing tired of your own teasing. Adrian wouldn’t let you get away with it that easily, he thought. He’d make you work for it, make you cry for it. He wasn’t too disappointed that you picked up the speed though – after all, this is what he wanted to see. When the vibrator finally reached your clit, your head tilted back, and he could see your eyes roll closed. Your hips jerked in uneven patterns against the toy, hand moving in tandem as you attempted to find the rhythm that would get you there. Hand pumping faster, Adrian leaned forward as far as he could. Your hand blocked most of your pussy, but he could still see your breasts bounce, your gaping mouth, your clear ecstasy. He wanted to be the one that caused that face, those sounds he imagined. Watching intently, he saw your free hand move up your body. He thought nothing of it, waiting for it to curve around your tit, the ones he so badly wanted to touch.
Instead, your hand curled around your own throat, and visibly tightened.
Adrian groaned sharply, a series of “fucks” escaping him as he spilled ropes of cum into his own hands. His eyes screwed shut, forever burning the memory of you choking yourself into his mind.
Even he will admit that after that night, it was no longer innocent. Every night that he could spare, he was at your window. Watching you exist, watching you dance around your kitchen, watching you touch yourself at night. He began to learn your schedule. What times you’d leave for groceries when you’d disappear for a walk to clear your head. When you were in a real rut after a rough day, maybe after a meeting gone wrong or a bad case of writer’s block, you’d disappear for nearly two hours, walking aimlessly through Evergreen’s streets. Adrian would follow you those days. Protecting you. Other days, however, he wouldn’t follow. He’d watch keenly as you’d lock the door behind you, cloth grocery bags under your arm, and wait for you to be out of sight of your home.
The first day he took the spare key from the plant pot and unlocked your door, his hands were shaking. But he had to know more. And so, he entered, exploring your home with wide, eager eyes. It didn’t take him long to make his way to your room. First, he laid down on your bed, inhaling deeply at the scent of you that was embedded within the sheets. Then, he glanced around the room, taking in the large mirror that sat beside the window he so frequently watched you from. So, you were watching yourself, he noted with a grin. Knowing he didn’t likely have much time, he stood up, fixing the bed quickly, before preparing to leave your home. That was, until he noticed a stray pair of panties lying on the top of a pile of likely dirty clothes.
He wasn’t going to take them.
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Masked: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT
This funky little murderer really got my heart. This one’s really self-indulgent, but I can’t believe that Adrian isn’t soft as hell and Vigilante is a kinky shit.
Enjoy 4.6k words of some uneditted soft followed by pure filth, ya sinners.
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Synopsis: After dating Adrian Chase for some time, you eventually find out that your sweet, mildly eccentric boyfriend is a masked vigilante with a hard-on for killing criminals. And you don’t have a problem with it - well, you do have one. You like it. You like it a little too much.
Warnings: NSFW, Consensual Non-Consent. Weapons Kink. Fucking in a Forest. The Mask Stays On. Criminal/Anti-Hero Roleplay. Dirty Talk. Established Relationship.
You hadn’t been seeing Adrian Chase for years and years, but you felt you had a solid understanding of who your boyfriend was as a person.
Your sweet boy was a little odd, for sure. Eccentric and all over the place, with the energy of a young puppy. His jokes would sometimes not land in certain crowds, but the pure joy he got out of even telling them would always bring a smile to your face. And despite being a bit off, he would always take time to make sure that you were okay, that you were looked after, that you were feeling loved.
He was a warm ray of sunshine, plain and simple.
But there had always been something…off. More off than his occasionally odd mannerisms or poorly timed jokes. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it felt like there was a layer you weren’t seeing clearly, something hidden behind his warm smiles and bright eyes.
A darkness festering.
You never called him out on it. You figured that in time, it would reveal itself. Adrian was always good at talking with you, so you had no doubt that with a little time, intentionally or not, he might slip up and confess what it was.
It was just another night when the confession came, albeit in a very unplanned way.
You had spent the night at Adrian’s, as you had been doing more and more frequently. A quiet, soft morning of cuddling and kissing your partner had been cut short, however, when a call came in, the sounds of Aqua interrupting your serene moment.
Short words were exchanged, and by the time the phone was hung up a hint of frustration and malice burned behind the emerald eyes you were falling in love with.
You sit up slowly, the blankets shifting down to reveal the shirt you had stolen from him – the heart eyes Adrian gave you when you exited his bathroom in only a black D20 shirt and panties would live in your mind forever – and you reach forward slowly to wrap an arm around him. Your lips pepper kisses onto his bare shoulder, taking a moment to (once again) marvel at how unexpectedly toned he was.
“Everything okay?” you mumble against his skin, looking up at him.
He tilts his head down to face you, malice turning to wonder in his eyes. You really could stare at them forever, behind those dorky frames that were really starting to grow on you.
“Work needs an extra guy,” he answered, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before standing up.
You groaned, lying back on his pillows, and watching as his muscles flex, pulling on his shirt.
“But it’s our day off!” you whine, curling back up in the bed.
Adrian turns back towards you, curls messy and glasses askew from putting on his shirt. He quickly straightened his frames and walked back over to you leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your lips.
“Stay here as long as you want, I don’t want to ruin your day off. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so don’t wait around, but maybe we can do something tonight?”
You groan again, winding your arm around his neck to pull him down to your lips again. Your hand grasps his hair, not hard enough to pull, but enough that you could feel Adrian’s breathe stutter against you.
“I can’t convince you to say fuck it?” you mumble against his lips.
It was his turn to groan.
“I want to, fuck I really want to.” Emerald eyes meet yours, filled with regret as he pulls away, running a hand through his hair. “I need to go, though.”
“Mmm, fine.  I’m going back to sleep,” you sigh, lying down more comfortably and closing your eyes.
Adrian pauses in the doorway and leans against it, a goofy smile plastered on his face as he watches you.
“What?” you mumble, face half-smushed in the pillow, sensing him looking.
He shrugs, turning to leave. “I like that you’re comfy here. You’re cute, surrounded by my stuff.”
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Live Broadcast Decided--!
Evening
Aired on 9/3 (Sat) "Ara Ara Kashiko" Ishida Ayumi Goes~ ~Kessenuma Platinum Kabocha ver.~
It will also air on, 10/2 (Sun) 1:25PM~ "Sundays Ara Kashi" 🎃
By all means please watch it!
Today, 9/30 is,
12th generation 8 year anniversary 🎉
Congratulations~~~~~
Looking back on when the 12th generation had just joined, I was surprised like, they were so young! I'm looking at a lot of older sisters now!
Thank you as always 😌🍀
Tomorrow, the weekend has finally arrived, There is a concert in Tachikawa but!
I'm also looking forward to this and that song those 3 will sing 🤭❤️
I feel like there has been a lot of time since the first day 😕 I want to have live soon---
On TACHIKAWA STAGE GARDEN, Sat and Sun! Thank you very much for your support!
Again from yesterday, Thank you very much! From the Instalive!
I said myself that I wanted to do it--, I wanted to prepare streamers and cake, And I talked about incorporating dance, and such, I was thinking of things like buwa-- but 🤦‍♀️ lol I had fun, did you have fun.....!
Suddenly,
Harunan and Duu live called me, Really thank you, you two-- 😭💛🧡
Maa, came over lol Thank you-- 💚
When I calmed down, I didn't think there was any content...... 🤦‍♀️ Nah but listening, I wanted to be like, Its the 11th anniversary! Yay! That was the main theme so, if I think about it that way, thats how the stream was←
...... 😕
🤣💙 lol
I was trying to let you know, but I forgot to tell you to watch #HelloProDanceAcademy ⚠️
I was trying to talk about it, the picture I posted just before was me smiling with a cake, I forgot to explain why I was smiling like that, .....I'll explain someday ⚠️
Even though I really wanted to dance, I kinda didn't really dance at all...... ⚠️ Moreover I waiting for the call while talking, Everything I was talking about was fluffy ⚠️
Thank you for your questions ⚠️
It was kind of burning a lot of calories!? lol
Also, there was lag between the comments and the stream, It seems there was quite a bit of you like that on the stream 💥
Even though the comments will be there on the archive...... 😕
I also wanted to respond slowly to the comments, The clothes were cute, right, they were hand me downs from Takahashi Ai-san 💛 The kind of have a party vibe 💛
Yeah, thats how it was 🙃 I'll send it to the cleaners soon 🙃 Don't say anything 🙃
Its ok it didn't stain white!!!!!!
But, I heard many voices of enjoyment, that is what really makes me the most happy so,
Thank you very much again, to the many people who watched it 🐣
Ah, I really forgot about the running time but, I think the ending was perfect 😎💚 ←
Thank you very much towards 12 years as well!!!!
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I'll also post this on my blog 💛💙💚🧡💜
Also everyone, Tonight #HelloProDanceAcademy is airing,
The new member will be decided!!!
I'm assuming some of you haven't seen it yet, so I'll write that you should watch the show but, You can watch it on Amazon prime!
Everyone ins OCHA NORMA was wonderful 😌🎉
By all means thank you very much, for your support towards the show from now on too!
Ohh?
Angerme's Takeuchi Akari Major Debut 11 Year Anniversary Special Show! Takeuchi Live From Morning! 2 ~Ishida And Kishimoto~
10/13 (Thurs) 9:00~2:30AM (Live Broadcast)
fufufu 😎🎉
see you ayumin <3
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gettothestabbing · 2 years
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Back from the real world!
And I got some venting to do!
SO. I didn’t have Internet except at work (where I’m not supposed to be on it when not on break, a rule I broke a lot and feel only slightly bad about) for about 3 weeks. And this happened about the same time as the death of Kazuki Takahashi. Who created my favorite manga, and the first anime/show I loved as a child that wasn’t something my parents picked out for me.
I know my blog is a heady mix of politics and fanart and real art and a bunch of things now. But when I started out, and I was afraid to post anything political, I was following mostly Yu-Gi-Oh! fanblogs. (And Communismkills. Love her.) I’ve posted a lot less about YGO over time. This is partly because of the Obsession Cycle (see below) and partly because I am influenced by the content that people I like post. Hence why I got more political from following CK, more artistic from following art blogs, etc.
The Obsession Cycle is a cycle of hyperfixations on certain stories that I love more than any others. Although new stories are often added to the cycle, making it longer or shorter, it always includes Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters, Gravity Falls, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Hey Arnold!, Disney in some form, and Ghibli in some form. The cycle is complete either when I drop all hyperfixations for a period of time, or when I return to the fixation I started with in the most recent iteration. My sister, explaining this concept to her husband, pointed out that I used to cycle through this entirely within 8 months. Then, adding new media in and having more to do in college and law school, the cycle widened dramatically to 3 years. Right now, she estimates that my cycle is about 2 years long. The implication of course is that there has been a regression.
I would agree with that. To be completely honest, I was about to reread the manga when I heard Takahashi had died, and that news hit me very hard. While I am not interested in large swathes of the franchise that Yu-Gi-Oh! spawned, and therefore do not see Takahashi as an ideal, I have always respected and admired his work. It is also easy to sympathize with him losing some creative control over time due to the insane popularity of Duel Monsters, but he found a way to end his story satisfactorily (twice, if we include the Dark Side of Dimensions movie) despite one game taking massive precedence.
So without Internet, having just moved into a new apartment, with a lot of frustration at work, and feeling very isolated and upset, I restarted my cycle and started shoving Yu-Gi-Oh! into my brain as fast and as hard as possible. I have been very very annoying to talk to lately, even to myself. My sister has been delicately asking me “when I’m going to be done” with this phase for at least a week. I don’t really see an end in sight, and I can never predict when the feverish fascination will fade.
Honestly, this is a period of mourning. Even though the story concluded long ago, Yu-Gi-Oh! has always had a special place in my heart. It helped me make friends (through playing the card game w/boys at school) and learn new ways to express myself artistically. (Yes, I wrote fic, no, you can’t read it.) It was something I enjoyed that no one else in my family liked.
It was also my safe place. I was nine when I got into the show. You know what else happened when I was nine? I started puberty ahead of everyone else in my class and I was subsequently molested. I took real comfort and strength from how characters stood up for themselves and made themselves comfortable in their own bodies (or others’ bodies, as the case may be). I liked that they could make stupid mistakes but still have their friends’ support.
I only ever got to see the first two seasons because for some reason the TV station would never air anything past the first half of the Battle City finals. I also owned the first volume of the manga, which is extremely different from the dub I knew and hinted at a wealth of interpretation and content that was beyond my reach. Then my card-playing friend moved away and my mom died. Real life stuff like that got in the way of my exploring the story further until I was in high school and found the abridged series.
I never let myself finish the manga before, because I didn’t have all the volumes. Now I’m waiting on the last one to come in the mail. Because I always expect the cycle to come back again, I try never to fully exhaust any of these media properties. If it appears I will run out of the finite content for any of them, I try to start distracting myself with lesser media, chores, anything else to draw it out. I have to assume other people do this but I’ve never met anyone IRL who does (that would admit it anyway).
Despite all of this, I’m still an adult with a job. I’m trying to manage and balance my hyperfixation with all the other things I need to do. Like if I can’t have any free time, I’ll play instrumental music from the show as I work. I guess I expected to outgrow the Obsession Cycle without having to expend noticeable effort in doing so. Like my dad has told me many times, “it’s a phase.” Sometimes you don’t return to things you used to like, sure. But I resent them applying that label to Yu-Gi-Oh!. It’s really not a phase. It was a part of my childhood (then rapidly vanishing) that helped me learn the person I wanted to be as an adult. It still inspires me so much.
And aside from all that, I think having that break from regular Internet time helped me refine what I want out of that time now that I have it back. I enjoyed how much reading and organizing I was able to get done. I felt less distracted, even as I chafed at my difficulties in listening to music or communicating with friends. I may post less for awhile, maybe permanently. I don’t think I’ll ever really leave Tumblr or the Internet. And I didn’t enjoy being forcibly without it. But I feel like my relationship with the Internet will be healthier going forward.
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End of Year Travels…Part Deux.
January 1st, 2008
Happy 2008! It’s been a while since we whetted your appetite with the first part of the blog so we thought it was time for the second instalment. Let’s face it, what more do you need to help beat the post New Year hangover than our witty ramblings?
Previously on the los camp blog… (ha, I’m really enjoying going all out over this two-parter thing!)
We supported Broken Social Scene, and the venue was rather beautiful but the fact we had to get up at half five in the morning really really sucked…
…to be continued…
…this was to fly to Japan but the airline was rubbish so it didn’t make up for it. Myself and Aleks kept getting knocked in the head by some slag of a air hostess who i found rather patronizing and the film selection was appalling. [Ellen’s still bitter her screen didn’t work properly…] However the fact we found ourselves in Japan made up for it, even if it took us four years to fly there and we lost a day or something.
Japan was a incredibly surreal and bizarre experience, we’ve heard enough stories to realize that fans there are a little excitable but I did not think this would apply to us. We were most surprised when we showed up in the hotel and there were two girls waiting to have their photo taken with us [post flight – urgh that was NOT a good time, I’m surprised they recognised us], and were also present when we returned from dinner for more photos. It was a rather humbling experience of “Our you sure you want our photo again, we are not The Enemy.”
I feel there should be a separate note about the food in Japan, we ate out for dinner the nights we were there and it was a never ending conveyor belt of food, it just kept coming and coming…. and it was so good you couldn’t not have a little bit of everything. It was not so much fun for the vegetarians amongst us due to their rather healthy obsession with fish and chicken, but luckily they had a equal obsession with Tofu. I still have no idea what the hell that is made out of. We also tried sake, and it was….kinda disgusting. [Plum wine is tasty though, and at the end you get to eat the plum; which is quite exciting…if you’re easily excitable. I am.]
We played at British Anthems with a couple of bands we like such as Blood Red Shoes and the Pipettes (who we didn’t get to see because of promo). The audiences behavior was completely different to anything I have ever seen before, it would make a really boring anthropological study. They remained incredibly quiet between bands, all polite and courteous, and then when we started they went absolutely mental. We played in front of 2500 people (which is a lot for us) and it was one of the best gigs we have ever done. They clapped for everything, you kind of felt like you could do that thing where it looks like you were taking your thumb off and you would get a four hour standing ovation. It was maybe the highlight of our tedious little lives. We also did a signing and got given a bag of presents including a guitar lighter (which Tom nabbed and made into a bass) and some xmas cards. [There were also lots of requests for ‘cuddles’, and you know, any excuse to molest people and we’re there so that was quite endearing. Maybe our hugging reputation preceded us. ]
We did a meet and greet in HMV which was very bizarre, we all stood in a line and just shook peoples hands. We also gave out some more renegade hugs [even though it was against ‘HMV rules’ or something, but hey punk rock, innit] It was incredibly surreal and my hand shakes began to feel false by the end. We also went and saw The Pipettes DJ at some tiny little club which had adopted a London theme (they had flags) and Aleks was not happy with the playing of “Gotta Get Thru This” by Daniel Bedingfield. She found his sentiments insincere. [It was a low point…I think I left shortly after that. But I did get to walk through the ‘love hotel district’ on the way home which I didn’t realise at the time. No one tried it on. Ollie was luckier, he got chased down the street by a keen lady of the night. We think it’s because he has a lovely young face that women want to corrupt him.]
That whole night was like some weird indie disco wedding, it was all “Oh look its him out of the Klaxons” or “That’s the guy from The Enemy. This is weird.” Fun was mostly had by dancing to Girls Aloud. Also the guitar tech from The Enemy tried to start on Neil, we are still not too sure as to why… We also did some Karaoke with Blood Red Shoes, who sang Total Eclipse of the Heart with Gareth. Tom chose “Build me up Buttercup,” whilst myself and Neil did Weezer’s “The good Life.” Ollie indulged in Phil Collins (that self righteous one about the poor people and how we need to notice him and how he is so worthy and a idiot.) I think the finest moment was Harriet, Aleks and myself attempting “Wuthering Heights,” i think we all realized that perhaps we needed to know more then the chorus to make the song some kind of success. But it was nice to fulfill a cliche.
We also saw various bits where Lost in Translation was filmed which the Japanese must love being asked about. [We also spent most of our days in a office doing promo. So although it sounds like we saw a lot of Tokyo, we didn’t. We mostly saw the inside of a office. We made our mark on it however with Neil leaking permanent marker on a white couch and Ellen’s spillage of pink nail varnish on a white carpet. We also got to hold those MTV news microphones, and for one photo session they put on our album and told us to dance on a table. Yep. Oh and they gave us a long pink tube to play with for one of the photo shoots which entertained us for a long time. Probably too long. You could tell they regretted giving it to us by the end.]
Overall I think we would like to go back to Japan so when people asked us what we thought of Japan we could say something more than “The toilets are electronic! They are warm when you sit on them! It’s amazing!” I hope this was not the longest most boring and pointless piece of writing you have ever read. If you have read “If no one speaks of remarkable things,” then it isn’t. Because that book sucked. This xmas Aleks is going to Russia to meet relatives and hopefully buy me things. I intend to see some musicals. Everyone else is going to enjoy some time off so we can all come back refreshed for next years tours. [we’ve gotta learn how to play those songs on the album at some point…]
Lots of love, Ellen and Aleks x
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Blog Tour- SONGS FROM THE HEART by @YsReffitt With An Excerpt & #Giveaway!
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I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the SONGS FROM THE HEART by Y.S. Reffitt Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!
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Title: SONGS FROM THE HEART
Author: Y.S. Reffitt
Pub. Date: February 14, 2023
Publisher: Y.S. Reffitt
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 348
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After living with heart disease and depression the last five years, Rayna is ready to crack open the protective shell her parents created for her. While she is trying to live life to the fullest, she meets Nick, the singer/songwriter for a local band. Electricity ignites. Rayna will not let her heart failure determine her life. But will it change the path she chooses to take when her world comes crashing down?
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Excerpt:
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“Rayna I can’t believe I let you do that?” Anna said as she  ran her hands through her hair and shook her head. I laughed. “Like you could have stopped me.” I took my bag  from Anna and dug for my wallet. 
“I just know that your mom would freak out if she knew I  went along with this.”  
I put my money and ID back in my wallet and threw it in my  bag.  
“Do you see my mom?” I looked around the perimeter.  “You didn’t go along with anything. I made the decision  to go parasailing and I’m glad I did. It was exhilarating.” I  wrapped my arm around Anna’s shoulder and smiled at her as  we walked. The soz sand under my bare feet energized me. 
“Why would her mom be mad at you?” Dave looked over  at Anna as he raised up from grabbing a shell from the sand. I drew my eyes down at Anna and shook my head. “Because  my mom is a worry wart, she pleads with Anna to keep me  safe.” I laughed hoping that Dave wouldn’t ask more questions. 
“So what was it like being up in the air like that?” Anna  asked.  
At least she was trying to change the subject.  
“It was awesome” Dave said with a grin.  
“It was Anna. You should try it with us next time.” “Hot a chance.” Anna said.  
Be all laughed and continued our short walk back to the  house.  
“So how was it?” Rick asked when we made it to his beach  spot. 
“Awesome” Dave and I answered in unison. Be both  laughed. Rick laughed at us for answering together. “You’re back.” Travis said as he walked down the steps from  the house. he smiled at us more at Anna but he looked at all  three of us. His eyes glistened when he smiled at her.  It warmed my heart and made me smile seeing these two fall for each other hopefully one of us could live happily ever after. 
“Come on Rayna you’re my partner” Dave said. he pulled  my hand toward a setup Jeld in the sand. 
“What do you wanna play?”  
“Bucket ball. That’s what they played while we were gone.  Rick and Jeff are undefeated. We have to beat them” “And you think we can do that?” 
“You said you played sports in high school. Bell this is just  like basketball and beer pong put together.” Dave picked up  a ball. 
“You just toss this ball down there into one of those buckets.  If you get the ball in the bucket the other team has to remove  the bucket. Just like beer pong.” 
“I’ve never played beer pong.” 
“What?!!” Dave looked at me like I was an alien. “What do you mean you never played beer pong? Didn’t you just  graduate college?” 
“I did, but I did most of it online. Remember I told you I just  moved out of my mom and dad’s and moved in with Anna.” 
“So you never went to parties?”  
“no, I didn’t”. I took a breath and braced myself for his  laughter. ,e didn’t laugh. ,e just looked confused. “Let’s get this game started” Dave yelled. 
Dave didn’t pry. I liked that about him. I wasn’t sure what  to expect when I met him a few days ago. ,e made me feel  comfortable. 
ffe2 and Rick hurried over to their buckets and picked up  the balls. 
“Losers first” jeff yelled. 
“I’ll show you loser” Dave said. “Go ahead Rayna.” I tossed  the ball and missed. Dave tossed his and missed. Rick and ffe2  harassed us. The game went on for a while. Sut in the end  Dave and I beat them.  
“Who is the loser now?” Dave chuckled. 
Jeff flipped Dave the bird and walked toward the house.  Dave laughed again and put the balls in the bucket.
“Guys we need to get ready if we’re gonna play the show  tonight.” Rick pointed at his watch. 
“Always the slave driver.” Dave shot back at him with a grin. Be gathered our things and started for the house. “Five me that stuff.” Dave threw his towel over his shoulder  and took my bag from my hands. 
“Thanks.” Food looking and a gentleman. I locked arms  with Anna as we followed the guys up the steps to the house. The guys quickly showered and dressed.  
“Be need to get the equipment set up and do sound check  so we’ll see you later” Rick yelled as he opened the front  door.  
I stuck my head out of my room. “Okay see you there.” “Bye Rayna. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Dave waved at me.  I waved back."
I showered and dressed. Anna’s music blared from her  room. She was making the final touches to her makeup when  I walked in. 
“You look fantastic! That leather mini skirt shows off those  long tanned legs. I love it! You’re gonna give someone a heart  attack looking like that!” Anna said.  
I smirked at her and did a little spin. Dressing up in sexy  clothes did make me more optimistic. “Thanks.” I grinned at  her. “You look kinda fabulous yourself.” 
“Thanks! I hope Travis thinks so too.”  
I shook my head at her and smiled. “Let’s go see Travis.” I  joked. 
Anna put her mascara down and grabbed her purse from  the sink. She followed me out the front door to the car. I  drove almost a mile. 
“We could have walked you know. My heart won’t fail from a little walk.” I gave Anna a disapproving look as I locked the car doors. 
Anna grimaced at me. “Walk in heels and break a sweat after  all the hard work on our hair and makeup? HeverN4 A look of  astonishment on her face. 
I laughed and locked arms with her as we walked across the  street toward the club. My phone rang. 
“It’s my mom Anna. Hold on a minute. Hi mom.” I held up a Finger to Anna. 
“Rayna! You didn’t call me back.” 
“I know mom! I’m sorry. Anna and I lost track of time and almost forgot about the show tonight”
“Rayna be careful being out with only Anna.”
“Mom! We are here with Rick and his friends, we aren’t alone. I have my mace.” I smiled at Anna. “Remember, you  raised a smart girl.”
“I know Rayna. I worry too much I guess. Your fragile condition doesn’t help my nerves. I will always worry. Text when you get back to the house so I know you are in. Be safe and I love you. Enjoy yourself.” 
“I will. I love you too mom. And tell dad I love him.” I hung  up the phone and put it in my small leather purse. I grabbed  Anna’s arm and gave her a big smile. “Let’s go have some fun  girl.” 
The club was nearly packed. We paid the cover charge and pushed our way through all the young faces toward the stage to find Rick. People were everywhere. Some played pool while others gathered around the bar or tables causing a sea  of unrelenting chatter. You could hardly hear yourself think.  After looking for a few seconds I spotted him. 
“Hey Rick!” I yelled over the music coming from the juke1 box. he glanced over his shoulder and waved us over to the side stage. 
“I wondered where you two were!” Rick said. He continued  hooking up cables and wires to speakers and lights. “I thought  maybe you got lost!” Rick teased. “The band is gonna start in about ten minutes. I reserved a table for us up front.” He yelled  over the noise and pointed to a table close to the stage. 
“We had to make ourselves beautiful, Rick” Anna grinned at Rick. 
“And you both are. I’ll fetch you two beautiful ladies a soda,  be right back.” 
“I can’t wait until the band starts. I’m so excited for you to  see them. You should have gone with me when I saw them a  few months ago!” Anna stated. 
“I wanted to! But you know I wasn’t up to par then, and when I’m fatigued, it’s hard to force myself out of the house. My  doctors figured my medicine out now. And that helps with the  fatigue. I’m ready to start having some fun before it’s too late. I mean, all that money my grandfather left me, I need to spend  some right.”
“Hey! We’re not going to talk about sad things tonight. We’re  gonna have a wonderful time tonight and the rest of the week.  When Seer starts playing, you’ll be ready to get your groove on and be free of all the worry,” Anna said. She sounded like  she was barking orders to me. But I understood she only  volunteered encouraging words. 
The band took the stage and started to play an interesting  guitar riff, my attention was perked. I enjoyed rock music and  loved to lose myself in the rhythm. And Anna was right. The  guys looked amaWing6 all of them.  
“Woooooooo!” Anna yelled and clapped her hands. I could feel the drum and the guitar pounding in my chest.  Anna always gave off incredible vibes. I gave her an evil grin  and she knew I was ready to have fun. 
The band finished the first song and the singer, Dave’s brother that I hadn’t met yet, introduced the band members. His voice came out low and sexy when he sang. You wouldn’t think that deep raspy sound would come out of such a young  looking face. He was cute, but the drummer Dave was the best looking in my opinion. Dave’s skin tone was the same as the  singer’s, but Dave’s hair was shorter. The singer’s eyes were darker and when he smiled, he exposed straight white teeth.  Anyone could tell they were brothers. 
“I see that smile. I told you the band was awesome?” Anna smirked. “And we get to spend the entire week with those fine looking guys.” 
I smiled at Anna and raise my glass of coke to give her a toast as the band started playing a slower tune. It sounded just as  amazing as the first song. The band played a few more songs  and I grabbed Anna’s arm and dragged her to the dance floor with the others that decided they liked the music. I felt free and young instead of the old grumpy cat I had become in the  last few years. I enjoyed this carefree experience. Anna and I slowly moved to the front of the stage as we danced. We  danced to every song. 
As I glanced up at the band, I made eye contact with the  singer, Nick. Hs deep brown eyes were shockingly intense.  When our eyes locked something happened that I’d never experienced before. It was like I had known him all my life. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. A magnet kept pulling my eyes  to his. 
I thought I’d given up on guys because of the heart break with the last one, but if he would step on the stage right at that moment and asked me to leave with him, I would have.  I never believed in love at first sight, but I thought I might be  experiencing it right there in the club in front of hundreds of people. I continued moving to the music, but I sensed I was in a trance. Nick turned his eyes away and released the trance  he pulled me into. He had some kind of power over me. 
The band finished the song and the crowd roared.  “Thank you everyone for hanging out with us tonight!” the singer said and took a bow. “We’ll be playing on the other side  of town in a few days if you want to come join us again.”  I brought my thoughts back to reality and glanced at Anna.  She was looking at me with a confused expression. He walked  over to our table and stood by our chairs. I had never been drunk, but I bet it felt something like this. 
“RaynaC are you okay? You look goofy,” concerned, Anna  examined my face. 
I kinda smiled at her not knowing if I was okay. “I’m not  sure. I’ve never experienced that before. 
“What! What haven’t you experienced before?” Anna demanded as she squeezed my arm. 
“This instant attraction to someone, like I would follow  them around the world.... like I have known them for years.  Like....” 
“Your soul mate? I saw you two lock eyes. I knew something  was happening.” Anna let go of my arm. 
“Sssshhh, they’re coming over here,” I whispered to her.
Anna gave a little squeeze to my hand with a big smile on  her face. Rick led the group of guys. They all walked toward  us with immense confidence and huge smiles on their faces, except the singer Nick. His face showed annoyance. Travis walked directly to Anna and stood by her. Dave chose the spot beside me and Nick beside him. Rick did formal introductions. 
“This is Nick Perry, our singer and Dave’s brother. Nick, these beautiful ladies are Anna Cass and Rayna Taylor.”
“Hi,” Anna and I said at the same time. 
“Hi,” Nick repeated as he threw his hand up to wave. He moved his eyes away quickly not acknowledging me. He leaned on the table with one elbow and glanced around  at the crowd. his white tank top showed off his dark skin and defined biceps and shoulders. The soft hairs on his chest stuck out of the top of his shirt. I glanced at him again, but he still  wouldn’t meet my eyes. I felt as if I had a stupid little girl crush  on someone that didn3t even know I existed. Maybe he was pretentious. 
I could sense Nick looking at me and I peeked up and  smiled. he forced a smile and looked away again. Everyone  talked and laughed around the table, but my mind was elsewhere. My stomach churned with those butterflies and my skin rippled with electricity having Nick so close to me. I  wanted to reach out and touch his skin. Touch the tattoo of a  cross on his shoulder. 
“We better pack this stuff up and get it in the van,” Nick said.  “I’m not feeling so good.” He chugged his water, turned, and hopped back into the stage to begin the tear down. 
“Yeah, let’s get this stuff together and head back to the house where we can relax and hang out. It has been a long day.” Travis said. 
Travis, the lead guitarist, and Anna hadn’t stopped talking since the band finished playing. 
“I better help.” Dave winked at me as he stood up to go to help take stuff down. 
Dave had the same dark mysterious eyes as Nick, but I  noticed every detail in Nick’s face. It was so beautiful. He  tucked his long, shaggy, brown hair behind his ears. Even though he didn’t smile but once, I couldn’t stop looking at him as he worked to clean the stage. 
“Let’s help them load up.” Anna bought me out of my hypnotic state. 
Anna and I wound up black cords and carried them out to  the van. Nick was already in the van packing things. He took the cords from me and our skin touched. The electricity from our skin touching was too much. He jerked the cord from my hand in haste. Our eyes locked again. I wanted to jump into the van and press my lips against his. He made me nervous, but it didn’t matter. The way I felt around him was intoxicating.  It was different than anything I ever experienced. I couldn’t figure out what this feeling was. It scared me. 
“Thanks,” Nick said. I blinked out of my trance. He quickly looked away. He didn’t smile this time. he appeared annoyed. That’s when I bolted and almost ran back into the bar. I finally desired someone again. A warmth rose through my body so intense it scared me and he barely said more than one word to me. It must have been wishful thinking  on my part because I had been out of the dating loop. Why did he act like I was just any other girl; like he wasn’t interested in me? I could have sworn some kind of connection was between us. I bumped into Anna as I walked stupefied across  the wooden door of the club. 
“What’s up Rayna? You seemed dazed.” Anna said as she  gave me a confused look. 
“He ignores me….like I don’t exist!” I said. My frustration must’ve been obvious. 
Anna took my arms and led me to the table. She pushed me to my seat.  
“Nick avoided my eyes and he only said like one or two words to me. And these butterflies won’t stop dancing in my  stomach.” 
“I knew it. You both had a weird expression on your faces.  Like you are entranced,” She swooned. 
“I’m not......... entranced with him,” I stuttered, “just dazzled.”  I scrunched my nose and grinned. 
“Remember when we were little and Johnny liked you? Remember when he used to annoy you and we figured out he  was just trying to get your attention?”  
I shook my head yes remembering. 
“Older boys act goofy too when they like a girl, instead of annoyance, it’s avoidance. Get to know him a little more  and you’ll see. I can tell that he likes you. You make him uncomfortable. That’s why he’s avoiding your eyes,” Anna said.  She did make me feel a little bit better. 
We followed the guys back to the house in the car and  talked about it some more. Anna kept coaching until she had  me smiling again. When we walked into the kitchen for a  drink, we saw the guys outside on the deck goofing around.  It looked as though they were giving Nick a hard time.  
Anna and I walked out onto the deck. The sound of the ocean filled my ears. The waves beating on the shore were one  of my favorite sounds. The ocean breeze blew my hair around  my face. I looked over at Nick while he stared out at the dark ocean. He resembled a Greek god standing there. I wanted to  walk over and touch him. But he seemed unapproachable and untouchable, far away in his own world. 
“Hey guys, you got here quick,” Anna said. They all glanced up and smiled at us. Everyone started talking about the night  and how amazing the band played. Nick said few words. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Nick said. 
“What?” Dave and Rick said. They looked at Nick in shock. “I’m not feeling well. I must be tired from the plane and  playing tonight.” Hick said. 
“Catch you in the morning?” Dave -questioned. “Yep, goodnight everyone.” Nick wave his hand and hurried  into the house. 
“He’s off tonight man,” Travis said. “He hasn’t acted right since the middle of the show when I played that long riff. What’s the matter with him?”
“He usually is the last one to bed and the life of the party.”  Dave said. “But tonight, he was just plain goofy.”
“He’s probably just tired. He told me he wrote an entire song on his plane ride down here. Hopefully tomorrow you  girls will see the real Nick. You’ll love him.” Rick explained. I thought I already did. The guys just told me what I guessed. He was acting strange. This made me feel even bleaker. “Did you like the band tonight?” Dave asked. He took a drink of his beer. 
“Yes, you all did an awesome job. I love all the songs.” I said. I gave him a reassuring smile. 
“Nick writes all of our music. When he was still in the Marines, he had already written a lot of the lyrics. When he  got out, we had lost our lead singer and we asked him to sing  for us.” Dave said. 
“How long has the band been playing?” I asked as I watched  Anna laugh while she listened to Travis, Jeff, and Rick talk  about something I couldn’t hear. 
“We’ve been together for about a year now. Be made an album with help from some of our friends about a month ago.  It turned out amazing.”  
“I wanna buy one.” I smiled 
“I’ll find you one tomorrow morning.” He grinned.
“Sounds good.” 
“Rick said you just graduated from college too. What did  you study?” 
“I studied journalism. I hope to find a job in editing. I love books.” I gave him a frivolous smile because most people think  I”m crazy for liking books so much. 
“Maybe I could market some of your books that you edit. I  graduated with a marketing degree. Maybe it can help with  marketing the band.” Dave laughed. 
Even though I thought Dave was the best looking in the  beginning and he was giving me quite a bit of attention, I  couldn’t stop my mind from thinking about Nick. I looked at my watch and saw that it was midnight. I excused myself and went into the house to put myself and my crazy mind to bed.  As I got dressed for bed, I still couldn’t figure Nick out and couldn’t drive the way he affected me out of my head. Just thinking about him lying down in a bed on the floor above me gave me goose bumps. I dozed off to sleep with Nick hanging  onto my dreams. 
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vulpiximisa · 2 years
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finished Deaimon and was going to leave a review on MAL but got scared because it felt too casual and didn’t want it to get flagged or anything so here are my thoughts that are a little too cleaned up for a casual blog post
I had never heard of this title before and only came across it when scrolling through the Crunchyroll library. The synopsis sounded good and the first episode had me hooked.
Wagashi isn't something I'm super interested in, but it's also fun to learn about something, especially if it's steeped in tradition. The "girl looking for her father but finding a new one" plotline was what sold me but the store as a setting really brought it together to make a comfortable and feel good setting. (Also it being set in the less urban Kyoto added to it.)
The characters were definitely the strong point of the series, Nagomu being a well meaning dork and Itsuka, serious but a very sweet girl. I love when the adult is a goof while the child has to be the more down to earth one. (Reigen and Mob in MP100) The rest of the cast are also fun, but sometimes I feel like they spent too much time on the side characters. I understand this is a SOL, but I actually was hoping to get more story with Itsuka's dad.
It had been obvious that Itsuka's dad had been Nagomu's senpai from the beginning but they don't confirm it until the second to last episode. I think the only reason I didn't rate this a 10/10 was because I really had been hoping for a confrontation. Seeing how the series ended, I'm fine with it, and its like in real life, where sometimes you never really get closure and you just have to move on and grow from it. The end does imply that maybe they might meet again, and if there is a season two, I'm all ready for it.
I don't know if anyone thinks its problematic, but I thought the Nagomu love triangle between Kanoko and Mitsuru was entertaining. Maybe because I like Nagomu too, so I like seeing girls vie for his attention. With the case of Mitsuru, it's normal for a high school girl to have a crush and nothing came from it. With Kanoko, I liked seeing her as an ex, but still having feelings for him but she dealt with it in such an adult way. Love seeing adults handling romance. A+
The accents had me BAFFLED, because I'm huge on seiyuu but I was unable to place any of the voices early on and didn't want to look it up. When I recognize voices in anime, sometimes I can't concentrate and all I hear are the seiyuu and not the characters. I'm glad I didn't look up the cast but at the end, I was SHOCKED because I'm a big Nobunaga fan, so seeing that I had been hearing him as dorky lovable Nagomu the entire time, I'm shooketh. I was going to say that if they had casted lesser known seiyuu for the series, it would have felt more comfortable, like the feeling I get when I'm watching Ghibli or Hosoda movies, which feel less like anime and more like An Experience. But this didn't dampen the experience, I'm just noting it. Props to them for casting an actual young girl for Itsuka though.
I don't have much to say about the soundtrack, it's nice and mellow, nothing huge or notable to me. Same for animation, the series is low intensity so there wasn't any real need for too much effort. I'm not saying there was no effort, but the images and movements were all good and clean as can be, no weird off shots or anything.
At the time of watching this (2022), Delicious Party Precure was also airing, so seeing the characters enjoy delicious traditional japanese sweets, I couldn't help but think that there would be an abundance of Recipipis floating around. (If you don't understand, don't worry about it.)
Anyway, I don't know if this review would help anyway. This is a great show, very comfortable and heartwarming.
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astxriai · 2 years
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it’s MY blog and i get to talk about whatever tv show i want <3
Anyways, for the last two months, I’ve been rewatching the ever iconic Degrassi: The Next Generation. I watched for the first time in a super weird order. I watched Next Class on Netflix because a classmate recommended it to me.
I didn’t even know that there was any other Degrassi media until a random episode of S13 showed up in my recommendations on Youtube. This was back when the series had been unofficially uploaded, with the earlier seasons in, like, 480p. After season 13, I watched 14.
Of course, I was invested at that point, and I went back and watched 12. Then 11, 10, 9, all the way back to season one. I essential watched the whole thing backwards and I didn’t realize how much that affected my viewing experience. This was all almost five years ago, and since then I’ve rewatched parts of seasons 9-10 sporadically.
With all of 2000s nostalgia in the air right now (and the surprise crop of long-form Degrassi videos on YouTube), I’d been thinking about Degrassi again when I found out it was gonna be on HBOmax. I’m an Art School Student, so I have a lot of time to watch stupid TV while I work on projects.
So I started binge-watching the show from season 1 and coming into it having seen the Clare era first, it was really fun starting the series with serious-if-you’re-13 type problems. Really watching all of the original cast grow up from dorky little kids really made the show so much more charming, and of course, the sad parts hurt me so much more (When Doves Cry, Paige’s SA arc, Sean going to jail, etc).
I love Degrassi. I love the after school special energy. I love the questionable acting and line delivery. I love the stupid ass choices the characters make and how all the characters on the show are allowed to be realistically immature. I love the drama and I love the realism. Truly the show of all time. Fast forward to now, I’m beginning season 10, entering the true Clare era once again, this time with all context of everything that’s happened in the show since the first season.
… All this to say that I am losing my mind over how small Eli is when he is introduced in season 10. I can’t believe anybody took this guy seriously. This a 5’5”2010 emo boy who colors his nails black with sharpie in class picking fights for no damn reason. He needs to shut the fuck up before someone picks him up and throws him. I couldn’t write anything funnier than this if I tried.
Degrassi-posting now because I was going explode if I did not express this thought. There will be updates in the future because 1) it’s my blog and I can do whatever I want, and 2) shit just gets more ridiculous from here.
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Episode Reviews: “Like Father, Like Daughter?” and “The Revenge of Astra”
Both of these episodes feature a fascinating concept: Ming tricks someone into thinking that Flash has harmed one of their relatives. The problem is, the scripts never make this the least bit believable.
In “Like Father, Like Daughter?”, we learn that Flash is actually friends with Ming’s daughter Castra. Unfortunately, Castra is now convinced that Flash has killed her husband. Why? Because Ming took one of her husband’s possessions, showed it to Castra, and said that Flash killed him. That’s why.
Castra lures the adult Defenders into captivity so that Ming can commence plans to brainwash humankind. The details of this plot are vague, but it apparently involves a transmitting station that can shoot hypnotic rays across the world.
The episode is rather intriguing at this point. It’s always nice to watch Ming interacting with family, though his scenes with Castra are unfortunately brief. However, there’s a lot more interaction between Castra and Flash, and their bond is the highlight of this particular tale. He doesn’t stop until he convinces her that she’s being deceived — even if he pulls that off just a little too easily. In short, Flash asks Dynak to locate her husband, Dynak says that he’s imprisoned on Mongo, and Castra believes it. Just like that. This girl will believe anything, it seems. It would’ve been more interesting if Dynak had pulled up some recent video recordings of Mongo, or if the group had captured Garax and searched his memory banks.
At the conclusion, Castra saves her husband with help from Flash, and the Defenders reverse the effects of Ming’s mind ray.
Basically, it’s a typical Ming episode, slightly elevated by the familial matters. Several DoE tales involve Ming offering to help someone whom he thinks can help him, and he’s not above manipulating his own family members.
“The Revenge of Astra” reveals that a queen by the name of Aura has apparently died, but it’s unclear if this is supposed to be the comic-book Aura — Ming’s eldest daughter.
In any case, Ming convinces Aura’s child, Astra, that Flash was responsible, and offers her a shot at revenge in exchange for a supersoldier formula. By the way, these super soldiers are just brainwashed humans transformed into clay-like beings, but since they can pass through walls, Ming believes that a few of them could destroy the Defenders’ base. There’s a particularly odd moment when the young Defenders realize what Ming’s plan is, but leave the headquarters unguarded anyway to join the others in battle. You’d think that at least one of these seemingly intelligent kids would stick around to stand watch. There’s also a moment when the Phantom gets captured, but doesn’t summon his powers to try escaping, which is strange, since the writers usually use any excuse they can find to throw his famous incantation in. Maybe they didn’t want him to look weak when the escape attempt failed.
Anyway, Jedda gets some nice action scenes in this one, as we learn that her telepathy can affect people, not just animals, if she concentrates enough. She also uses the Pendant of Mystery, which I was never too fond of, since it seems like a cheap, unnatural solution. Then she goes after Astra’s power bracelet, and things really heat up. In an old blog post, DoE fan Marzena mentioned that this episode was probably outlined while Jedda was still being envisioned as Flash’s daughter, given all the Jedda-versus-Astra content.
Eventually, the clay people invade Monitor while the team is away. In another weird scene, Dynak creates what appears to be a steel wall out of thin air, or the mere illusion of one. If it’s the latter, that really should have been clarified. Then, with Astra’s nifty bracelet, which I’m not sure is ever seen again, Jedda restores the clay people to their human forms from afar, and the team heads home. In general, it’s an above-average episode with good acting and some fairly engaging scenes.
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I love working with Jodie. We have gone deeper in our trust with each other as actors this season and it’s deeper between Eve and Villanelle too. When we shoot our scenes together it feels like there’s only the two of us there in that moment. And that’s the same between Villanelle and Eve. It’s only the two of them so it’s very intimate. — Sandra Oh
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