#i think i'm pretty fucking easy to please with tv shows too like i don't have a very critical eye for this kinda stuff

[army-of-bee-assassins]

i feel like this season of h/dm has gotten considerably worse but also i'm not 100% sure i'm remembering the previous seasons correctly. i remember mostly liking them and just finding some things weird. but maybe it was just as bad as this season and the amount of time that's passed since i watched them has simply made me forget how much stuff i didn't like

#i think i'm pretty fucking easy to please with tv shows too like i don't have a very critical eye for this kinda stuff #but maybe it's because it's a book adaptation and as always we gotta feel strongly about those #i just feel like the dialogue is absolute shit like who is even writing this - did it change? maybe it was always shit idk #and just random plot changes that i hate #some big some small but like #why was lyra the only fucking one experiencing pain on the boat!!!! that's straight up not canon and literally makes no sense w/in canon #and we got our first glimpse of atal and there was zero indication that she uses a wheel #it didn't even look like she could i mean she had four normal hooves #the seeds are so important to the story what are they doing with this!!!! #maybe we'll see them using wheels next episode but idk how #idk the acting is still mostly good imo #i feel like the actors are doing their best with very fucking stupid scenes #anyway all of this is just sorta making me feel like maybe this just isn't an adaptable book series #at least not as a tv show where you have to stretch things out so much so they're just inventing bullshit to fill the gaps #hdm lb #i hadn't really wanted to make a tag for this but #there have already been so many things i've wanted to complain about here and i'm sure it will only continue #so ya know blacklist as needed (esp if you're enjoying the show - i'm so sorry i don't want to ruin ur experience) #edit: OH i forgot to complain about costuming/makeup too!!! #shouldn't be a big issue but god it's also (imo) just hot fucking garbage in this season #did they get the non-unionized people??? overworked and underpaid?? #did they have zero budget for this fucking hbo show??? #i feel like they didn't even fucking try #those ugly orange jumpsuits and the horrible makeup for the angels #okay sorry i will stop complaining now (until there's more episodes next week lmao)

[corollaservant]

(18+) missed you // dabi x f!reader

dubcon/noncon, yandere, oral (f), implied drugging

sick art by @birf__ on X // link (for the whole thing)

it's quiet when he enters the apartment. you barely hear him as he murmurs a soft ‘’i'm home’’, your back towards him, watching tv absentmindedly. the next words will define how the evening will go. a ‘’stand up’’ means it’s bad, a ‘’missed you’’ means it's worse. 

‘’i missed you’’ he says, ‘’come here’’ but you don't move. he advances towards you, sitting down as he looks in your eyes. ‘’did you miss me?’’ he says, voice almost whiney, there’s some dried blood under the staples. ‘’i did’’ you utter, not bothering to tell the truth. his lips are on your neck, painted fingers groping and squeezing what feels like your carotid artery, he’s needy and seems desperate. 

‘’you’ve been so good today’’ he says as if you’ve accomplished anything, all you did was sit sedated on his couch, not bothering to get up at all. 

‘’i think i’ll reward you baby’’ he breathes on your wet neck, bringing what feels like dry skin- his lips on yours and sliding his tongue in your mouth. but you don’t back away, you intertwine tongues, as you notice him inching closer, both hands around your neck, i can breathe, you think.

the next thing happening is you’re lying down on the couch, under no circumstance would he bother carrying you to bed, his day has been exhausting as is, you’re naked and trembling, it’s cold in the apartment but a heat always accompanies him. you’re also soaked, such a stupid thing the human body, reacting in ways you don’t want it to. his head is now in between your legs, folds parted, metal gliding from your thighs to your inner lips, your cunt twitches in anticipation, as he fondles it and you mewl. 

‘’p-please..Dabi’’ you tell him, how desperate you actually seem but he doesn’t mind. Not today. 

‘’i know, baby’’ he murmurs, tongue lapping at your slit, swirling around your swollen nub, he will go easy on you today. a harsh slap echoes in the room, his hand comes in contact with your bare thigh as you scream. 

‘’be quiet, not too much noise.’’ he grumbles, the position annoying him, he can’t get full access to the hidden treasure, his day’s reward.

you’re being lifted from the couch in seconds, only to find yourself on top of him, he’s lying down this time as your naked body quivers atop, pussy positioned on his mouth, black painted hands gripping your waist.

‘’stop fidgeting pretty’’ he says but you can’t be patient, you need his tongue in you, how stupid is that? he's in your cunt again, spitting on it as saliva drips down his chin and onto his chest, a look down would show you his pretty half lidded eyes staring at you, a large handprint decorating your left thigh and he’d only spanked you once. your fingers tug on his white hair with caution, would he smack the same spot again? but you don’t really care at the moment, as you timidly start grinding on his open mouth and nose, trying to get your relief — his grip on your waist tightens. he's licking up your sopping slit, inching closer to the nub and it tingles, he tickles you and you jerk, overstimulated clit pulsating and causing you pain as you whisper: ‘’p-please, s-suck it’’. 

he is in a good mood today, that’s why he spanks your thigh, same spot, heated palm and the pain shoots up your core as you soak his mouth. 

‘’don’t tell me what to do’’ mouth full of your pussy, as you blabber. since he’s given you unspoken permission to touch his hair, you continue; tugging harshly as white strands get tangled in between your knuckles and you feel your core tighten, your clit spasms, signaling a tormented orgasm, hips buck up his nose, as he shuffles. his dick isn’t the priority here but he can’t ignore the constant reminder.

‘’D-dabi, fuck, im g–gonna-’’ you pant as he slaps your thigh again; same spot, same viciousness and spits on your cunt — it’s too many sensations at once, a lapping tongue with your arousal and his saliva expecting to get more out of you, the abuse on your nub, the pain from his hits, the longing eyes and sloppy mouth full of your slick as you cum crying, eyes brim with tears, hips jerk on his face, while he tastes your cunt’s sweetness, half-smile forming on his stained features. 

it's always worse when he tells you he missed you. it means you have to prepare yourself to like what comes next. 

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #had 82737 wips but brainrot took over #check their art on twitter btw! #corollaservant

[welldonebeca]

Android Hero (3)

Summary: Worried about your well-being, your sister convinces you to accept the robot your company has been given. Steven cooks, cleans and takes care of everything you might need in your house. When you jokingly suggest that he start making the decisions on your life, your relationship changes to something very different. His program really is irrelevant. aka.: Obsessed robot boyfriend Steve. WC: 1.3k words Warnings: Future AU. Tension. Robot Steve. Smut.  Masturbation. Sex toys. Vaginal fingering. Degrading kink.

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You sighed, staring at the door. Steve was always too conventionally on time.

"I'm on my way," you told him.

You searched around your clothes, finding a silk robe folded in your drawer, and put it on, covering your half-naked body.

Hopefully, dinner and charging would be equally quick, and you'd be able to get yourself off.

When you opened the door, Steve was waiting right there for you.

"Did you finish what you were doing?" he asked, almost in a teasing tone.

You glared at him. Did he...

No.

He was just a robot.

"I'll serve your food," he affirmed. "I suspect you'll want some wine?"

Wine usually made you horny.

Was he trying to send you a message?

But it was a good idea.

"Yes, please," you confirmed.

When you both walked down, he didn't direct you to the dining room, but to your living room, waiting on the coffee table in front of the TV.

"You should relax a little," he told you. "Watch your favourite show. Can I offer you a massage?"

You chuckled.

"Steve, you are really spoiling me," you chuckled.

He smiled.

"You are easy to spoil, miss Maximoff," he said simply.

You took your plate, placed your feet on the table, and Steve quickly sat in front of you, taking your foot and starting to massage it.

Maybe you shivered.

You hadn't realised how touch-starved you were until he actually touched you.

You took the glass he had poured you and let yourself relax as the fantasy show played on the TV, distracted until he spoke up.

"I must say," he ran his thumbs over the soft bit of your foot. "I was a little nervous when I was assigned to you."

You looked at him, surprised.

"Really?" you asked.

He confirmed with a nod.

"Humans need a lot of attention and care, I realise," he explained.

You chuckled.

"You talk as if we are pets," you pointed out. "Is that how you see us?"

Steve looked at you.

He didn't answer, though, only moving up your leg.

"How was work?" he asked, instead. "Did they like your dress?"

You felt yourself flushing a bit, flustered.

"I... uh..." you cleared your throat. "Got some attention. Compliments."

"Really?" he looked at you, interested. "What did they say? That you looked pretty? Radiant?"

You blinked surprised.

"Radiant," you agreed. "Exactly."

He smiled a little.

"This is your best colour," he affirmed simply. "It's supposed to make you look radiant."

You looked at him, and while you didn't want to talk about the sales guy, you felt like you should.

You would tell him anything he asked you.

"There was a guy in sales who said something more," you confessed, at last. "He didn't disrespect me, of course, just..."

Steve waited and you flushed a little.

"He didn't say anything extra," you explained. "Just that I looked beautiful and happy. And that I should do it more."

He listened to you attentively, and you sighed.

"And he looked at me... differently."

Like he wanted to fuck you.

"How?" he asked.

You processed your lips together.

"Like he wanted to... uh..."

Steve raised his eyebrows waiting.

"Fuck me," you whispered, not wanting to say it aloud.

"Oh?" he massaged your calf. "That must have felt good for you."

Your cheeks burned.

"I don't think you've been fucked in a while, have you?" he asked.

You gasped.

"Steve!"

Why was he even asking you that?

"I have access to your period tracker," he told you. "And you have logged every instance of sexual intercourse in it, if I recall correctly, it was-"

"I know how many times I've had intercourse," you interrupted him. "There's no need to mention it."

He gave you a soft look.

"I only have your best interest at heart," he affirmed. "Some humans require sexual stimulation for relief and happiness."

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Is that what you want from that man?" he asked, massaging your thigh. "For him to fill your sexual needs?"

You whimpered.

Why did he have to sound so sexy while saying that?

"I mean," you squirmed a little. "It doesn't have to be him."

You sipped your wine to stop yourself from saying more as your mind ran beyond your mouth.

"So you would just let any man have you?" he pushed his hand between your legs, almost touching your cunt now. "Such a slut."

You gasped and jumped when he traced a finger over your folds.

That wasn't his program! The Androids weren't programmed for vulgarity!

"Steve, I-"

"It's what you are, though," he hummed, tapping your sensitive centre. "Logically speaking."

Steve parted your folds and you could only pant. What was he doing?

"Slut," he continued. "Definition from Oxford Languages. A woman who has many casual sexual partners."

You whined - why did he sound so hot?

Steve massaged the outside of your cunt up and down, soft and almost unintending.

Did he know what he was doing?

"Steve, that's not my leg anymore," you panted.

"It isn't?" he asked, clearly teasing you, and tapped your clit, making you squirm.

"What are you doing?" you whined.

He wasn't a sex bot!

"I took the liberty of upgrading myself," he hummed. "To provide you with some more care."

You stared down at him, confused, and gasped when he stopped tapping and started circling your clit.

"I am, after all, tasked with fulfilling your every need," he continued. "And you told me to take control."

"Steve," you panted, squirming. "I don't know. I don't think we-"

"You don't think, miss," he corrected you. "This isn't your work. I'm the one who commands this house, and I command you. And I think you need special care to make you better."

You moaned, speechless.

Steve stood up, watching over you for a moment and reaching for you, untying your robe.

"You're so beautiful," he hummed, pushing it off your shoulders. "So hot... I've been watching you for quite some time, you know?"

You swallowed down.

"Have you?"

He hummed, fingers going down to your chest, and he toyed with the fabric.

"And you have no shame, do you?" he asked. "Always naked around me. Always showing off."

You shuddered.

"I didn't know you cared," you tried to argue.

His lips curled in a little smirk, and he moved his gaze to your eyes.

"I don't," he agreed. "But you make me care."

His fingers held the little bra, and you inhaled deeply, surprised when he tore it.

"Steve!"

"I bought better ones," he assured you. "Don't worry."

Steve picked you up, sitting on the place you had been sitting and putting you on his lap with your back to his chest, and you gasped when he used his legs to spread yours, pushing a finger into your cunt.

"Steve," you squirmed, shocked, but he just held you close.

"Be a good slut for me, miss," he whispered into your ear.

You whined.

Where had he learned to talk like this?

"It's what you like, isn't it?" he fucked your cunt slowly. "I read the little stories you have bookmarked on your phone."

Your face burned in embarrassment. He had read your porn?!

"Why?" you moaned, feeling him push a second finger into you.

"Because I want you to improve, miss," he answered simply. "And I think I have a good motivation for you."

You gasped when he moved his other hand down, rubbing your clit.

"You humans are so easy to work on," he cooed. "All you need is some good leading."

The moan that left your lips when he curled his fingers inside you was embarrassing.

"I knew those toys weren't enough to make you cum, miss," he cooed softly. "It's good that I'm here, uh?"

You whimpered, squirming.

"Steve," you arched your hips. "I'm so close."

He kissed your shoulder.

"Cum around my fingers, miss," he purred, moving quicker, and his finger vibrated on your clit.

You cried out, shaking on top of him as you reached your orgasm, and Steve only pulled away when you started pushing his hands away.

"Good girl," he kissed your shoulder. "Aren't you happy you wore that dress today?"

You panted.

This was just for wearing the dress?!

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[keikakudom]

Lemme try and make sense of Vox's mindset, and correct me if I get anything wrong?

I think Vox in RR!au hardly actually thinks about suicide. He's too much of a busy man to do that, after all! Thinking about death is for people with too much time on their hands, who don't have to deal with a billion problems on the daily. And sure, maybe it wouldn't be a terrible accident if he was locked out on extermination day one year (not that there's exterminations anymore), but he'll never bother to actively seek it -- why would he? He has things to do. Empires to run/build. Deals to make. Resorts to run, residents to settle, princesses to talk to.

Really, everything would be just fine and dandy, as long as progress is being made, nothing goes wrong at the resort, heaven doesn't come down for no good reason, and that deer freak manage to not bother him for a single day. All dandy!

So what if he's been going through business ventures like someone going through Doritos at the back of the car? It's difficult to stay on top, in Hell, and he can't rely on tech or media forever, not when they cycle faster and faster(and he would know, of course, his whole body is made of it). He's doing what it takes, and if it's risky, what business isn't?

And re: Alastor, vox may have once had feelings for him, but now it's probably soured into maybe wishing that Alastor would just fuck off somewhere where he'll never be heard from again. I think Vox knows very well from years of companionship that Alastor considers him a source of amusement and entertainment rather than an equal, and that hasn't truly changed even after he left, and in a way that has to bite? That Alastor cannot leave it alone, has to make his opinions and disdain clear to all of hell every single day, and also make it clear that vox cannot do anything to stop him (that tv still runs on radiowaves fundamentally, that he can't get rid of Alastor's influence).

Like the way I interpret canon!vox's feelings re:alastor has a lot more insecurity and the desire to show he's stronger now, he's over it, he doesn't need him, than just being rejected romantically, and in contrast RR!vox grinned and bore it longer without letting on, and then at some point just gave up, by which time his feelings have soured so far past insecurity and bitterness into straight up nihilism. (Doomed yaoi my fav)

Ok I'm just rambling now but yeah I think vox in RR!au is really really interesting? Bc he's y'know not in the best place but also he's fine. He's not, probably never, going to actively do anything, left to his own devices he's just going to keep at his daily routine and eventually self-destruct on his own hubris by taking on far more than he is capable of (people pleasing tendencies, hm?). But otherwise he's fine.

*drops my glass of milk* yea, this all. Checks out.

(that tv still runs on radiowaves fundamentally, that he can't get rid of Alastor's influence)

I think RR!Alastor is also chasing RR!Vox because he knows something is really wrong when Vox wants to cut something *fundamental to his functions* out from his life... If Alastor had any heat to his words, he could do some serious damage to Vox.

But Alastor was not able to reciprocate back then(or in general) the way Vox ever wanted him to. Alastor might think, "What's so wrong about being amusing to me? What's so wrong in being cared for that way?" But we know that Vox, even in canon, is pretty damn emotional. A confession was bound to happen, but since RR!Vox never did, he opt'd to shut them off. It started off with distractions, and those worked too well. Eventually he gave up trying to figure out his emotions and took the "easy" way out, nihilism--but like everything Vox dips his foot into, it's never enough. Only this time it's not only power(like I interpret canon!Vox to seek) that's growing/he's greedy for, it's this all-encompassing void.

Another interesting characterization to tack onto RR!AU Vox is his strong lack of self-preservation, I did mention it here when I had some thoughts on canon!Vox, but rather than "confidence", he does not care. And on occasion, he can go irrationally, batshit crazy for the same reason.

Let's set the stage in hmm, 1980s? He starts not to care about smaller allies, the people he stomps on, eating them up to become an overlord. Recruits Valentino, doesn't care that Val is immoral. At first it's "not his business", but it starts spreading. What is it that he's looking for? Power? Love? Entertainment? People to accept him?

Which is why RR!Vox decided to jump the gun a little bit and shoot for becoming a form of "GOD", aka the original reason for all his anguish in Hell(his religious roots as a human). It's kind of...an endpoint? It's not the most sane, or sensical route-- but he doesn't care that much. He's functioning on this tired/desensitized, pseudo-robotic, logical reasoning with a combo of "oh god I'm running out of interest"(in existing/running himself to the ground). So....hm, "fine" is a tragic word, indeed.

He's not, probably never, going to actively do anything, left to his own devices he's just going to keep at his daily routine and eventually self-destruct on his own hubris by taking on far more than he is capable of (people pleasing tendencies, hm?). But otherwise he's fine.

Welllll, he did always want to go out with a bang. If he did. I don't know, something really big. Like becoming God! Yeah.....That'd do it.

IMO, the premise of RR!AU isn't in stasis-- the reason Vox picked up this project in particular is an aggressive move. He's no longer distributing the same amount of work to the other Vees either anymore, so there is....some urgency, is what I like to think....

#au: reset resort #ask #flonautilus #oh goodness this is. depressing #i like to suspend belief and think #alastor knows this #is there anyone to latch onto a sliver of hope #is there even hope left #ooooo spooky #that atticwife ask has! not! left! my mind! #lmfao as you can tell. #i wish i had the same enthusiasm for my essays as i do with hypothetical vox #“hardly ever thinks about suicide” is not inaccurate to describe him #though I would say it's also like. an overarching thing in the background creeping behind him #*aggressively plays 'Nothing Left to Lose' again* #CHARLIE HELP HIM #Edit: >“nothing goes wrong at the resort” #I think.... errors or mistakes are things that get close to being the straw that break the camel's back #Like a big wrench thrown into the system thats's like #“OH SHIT” but suspends the workaholic mode just enough to. Think about it.

[somuchcoffeeandwine]

All right, fellow MCU fans

So, after seeing the Marvels today, it got me thinking. Now, you probably don't know who I am. But I do happen to be a writer. Not a very good one mind you (several people would say otherwise, but shush, give me my self-loathing) Phase 4 (and the current parts of 5) is not that great. So I want to rewrite the Multiverse Saga. Yes. The entire thing. Even though it's not finished.

Very long blocks of text below. It's really the only thing that keeps me organized. Please read it though if you are interested. It'll be split up into sections, for somewhat easy perusal.

Now, I know this is an ambitious project, and one not done. I am no stranger to things like this, see my own game/show I'm making. (This is the only time I'm going to mention it. But I am pretty proud of it) So, for my very small amount of sanity, I'm stopping it at The Marvels, and Loki season 2 (Oops, still not finished with it yet). And I wanted to ask people what they thought was lackluster, or mediocre. Not the Marvel I and many other people grew up on. I do understand that it was flawed before, but when I recently rewatched most of them, I found that my childhood love for them had blossomed into something new. I was 6 when the first Avengers came out. I learned how to shoot a bow because of Hawkeye in that movie. And I think it deserves better, especially after watching the Marvels.

Now, this means everything after Endgame. So from Black Widow to The Marvels in terms of the movies, and the Disney+ series from Wandavision to Loki Season 2. I have a feeling it's going to take me a second to get through the remaining 5 episodes of Loki S2. My family wants to watch it with me, and they're all decently busy... Anyways, that's 10 movies, and 9 series. Although I don't accept Secret Invasion. Like at all. Anyways.

I have yet to decide what I'm going to publish this on. Probably A03, just because that's easiest for me. And I can organize much easier. Do let me know what you think.

So, before I get into the problems I've identified, feel free to stop here, and reblog or ask me your problems with the aforementioned shows and movies. I'm talking writing or character problems, as we've seen in the series. I am a fan of the comics, but you can divert from that, or stick to them.

Oh, and if you say something like "Make it more queer", I am a raging bisexual enby. I will already be making it queer as fuck, and can be convinced to ship pretty much anyone, if I can get a good reasoning behind it. Minors should be shipped with only minors. That's one of my few rules, if you send anything to me. So yeah, I'm doing genderfluid Loki.

Thoughts on everything:

This is just here so that I don't get a ton of repeats. I'll go movies first, then the TV shows.

Black Widow (2021) - Honestly, this is too late of a movie. Natasha deserved this before Endgame or Infinity War came out. But release dates aside, Taskmaster needs more screentime, and a chance to show how menacing they are. Natasha also needs more time with her family, and the parents need to be fleshed out a bit more. Belova is far too smart to be tricked by the lady in the post-credit scene.

Shang-Chi And The Legend Of The Ten Rings (2021) - I don't have any major problems with this movie. The Great Protector, or the dragon, and the supernatural creature, I think he's called Dweller In Darkness, kinda felt a little blank, and the Dweller shouldn't have died, only been pushed back. And I don't like Katy that much. Trevor is much better comedic relief in my opinion.

Eternals (2021) - Oh boy, where do we start with this one? You know it's bad if I can't remember any of the main characters names besides Ikarus. And that's because I was laughing my ass off at him throwing himself into the sun. There was also the Celestial I think it was? Anyways that thing broke islands up, and then just became a massive statue, and like no one mentions it? I don't remember much else about this movie, even after having watched it like 3 times. Oh, and the Ebony Blade was shown off. I like that if they can do something fun with that.

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) - Dr. Strange feels a little shoe-horned in. The whole sanctum being overtaken by snow was pretty clever, but Strange being a father figure to Peter is not super well established. Could be fixed with a couple of rewrites. Or Strange and Stark being together. Peter is a dumbass, and the reason for him starting the whole plot... is so dumb. I understand, teenagers can be stupid, hell, I go to public high school, but Peter's shown he's a lot smarter than this. But I do like the crossover (Dafoe as Green Goblin my beloved) and the fact that the other Spidermen get to say goodbye in one last movie. Anyways, Ned's wizard connections need to be elaborated on as well.

Doctor Strange: Multiverse Of Madness (2022) - Alright, getting my biggest problem out of the way first. Wanda's corruption arc should have been shown. It should have been developed through the movie, and Wanda should have been with Strange and America. She can still be evil, and die after she realizes her actions, but this basically destroys the point of Wandavision. She was willing to say goodbye. Wanda has been a favorite of mine for years, and I read her comics religiously as a child. We need to see the power of the Scarlet Witch. What it did without Wanda. Her "No More Mutants" line sent chills down my spine the first time I read it. Sam Raimi directed this movie. Strange and Wanda should have had more horrific shit. And that one Strange with 3 eyes should have been the one from What If. We need horror in this. America also needs to be more fleshed out. I do love her, but we get like one scene of her being traumatized of basically growing up nowhere. Her moms get to stay though. I'm just going to ignore the last post-credit scene, because... that's setting something up I'm not sure of.

Thor: Love & Thunder (2022) - First up, Gorr has a great setup. He needed more screentime though. We need to see more of his god killing. They should rightfully be shitting their pants over this man. Thor leaving to save Sif was a good move, but that joke ruined the tension. She should have died there, proof of the god killer. Jane Foster is perfectly fine, and her arc is a lovely send-off. I would have loved some more stuff about the kids, especially Heimdall's. I don't even remember his name. He should have been shown doing something in Jane's return to Asgard, something that showed off his parentage. The meeting of the gods is a great scene, but there should have been people who spoke up, and then promptly getting thrown out, or even getting killed. Even more of a reason for Thor and crew to convince him. I think everything else is pretty good. Also Valkyrie is perfect in this movie. Bi queen. And her Loki knives are lovely.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022) - I actually think this one just needs a couple of little tweaks. I understand why they couldn't have T'Challa show up in the spirit world, and Killmonger was great, but I still think something between the siblings would be good. Fuck, I love the funeral scene. It was a lovely sendoff to both T'Challa, and Chadwick. Namor seems a little rash though. Might just be the comics leaking through on that matter but I do like the Mayan inspirations in the movie!

Antman: Quantumania (2023) - I'm not really sure on this movie. I don't like Janet in this movie. She feels too secretive. She could have told them plenty, even lied that Kang had gone home. He'd gotten out somehow. Kang didn't seem scared enough of the others, but that might just be me thinking of that. Oh, and MODOK sucked. He shouldn't be a joke. But Darren could have done something else, because he is in there.

Guardians of The Galaxy V.3 (2023) - Perfection in every way. I'm not changing anything unless it involves getting everything I'm incorporating in. And the Christmas Special is also great.

The Marvels (2023) - Spoilers! Kamala needed more screentime, she just generally felt disconnected from the plot besides her bangle. And I also wanted a more menacing villain. That's been the problem with them recently. They don't make me think that they could actually beat them. I like everything else though. Flerkins were great as usual. I love these stupid creatures so much. That one scene was beautiful.

Now to the shows! These are going to be so much shorter.

Wandavision (2021) - I think this is good. No notes.

Loki S1 (2021) - Good, besides the Sylvie/Loki romance. They are siblings. I'm not sure if there's anything else that I really had a problem with. It's been a moment. Which is a shame. I love Loki (Also bi confirmation! I love it!)

The Falcon & Winter Soldier (2021) - I also think this is good, besides maybe having some problems with the villain. Bromance all the way.

What If...? (2021) - Also pretty good. Little self-contained story. I like the zombies.

Hawkeye (2021) - I also think this one's pretty well written. Macaroni is constantly referenced in my house. Lucky is also a pretty boy.

Moonknight (2022) - Honestly, god tier. Anyways, no one mentioned the stars literally turning in Egypt. But maybe it was just the people thinking that they were drunk as shit and seeing something.

Ms. Marvel (2022) - Second favorite being Moonknight. I also don't remember anything glaringly wrong.

She-Hulk: Attorney At Law (2022) - Besides the tone of the show being inconsistent as shit, I think this show should have dove into some of the topics it brought up more. It just seemed a little surface level. Maybe a WWDITS style mockumentary would work better.

Secret Invasion (2023) - THIS ENTIRE SHOW SUCKS ASS. THIS WHOLE THING WAS DONE SO BADLY. I am not taking anything from this show

Loki S2 (2023) - Too distracted by another season 2 coming out, so I have yet to finish. I have heard it's good though. I've seen the first episode, and it's going pretty good so far.

Well, you made it to the bottom! Yay!

...This took me an hour to write. I did get the doc set up. And got a bit of an outline set up.

#marvel #loki #wandavision #secret invasion #she hulk #hawkeye #ms marvel #moon knight #falcon and the winter soldier #the marvels #marvel mcu #mcu #writing #writeblr #long post

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

Why Aren't You Waking Up?

CW: loss of a parent, grieving, heartache, just really fucking SAD

A/N: I come back on here just to write this. this is basically if miguel hadn't taken over his counterpart's life after he died

Sad Miguel Hours

It's late in the night. The crescent moon is high in the sky covered by gloomy clouds. The stars managed to twinkle through the clouds before disappearing as the grey clouds covered the night sky. Thunder rumbled throughout the sky, a forewarning that a storm is approaching.

There's a sense of unease in the air, the type of unease that causes the hair to raise on the back of your neck. This goes unnoticed, as no one really thinks bad things could happen to them.

No one ever thinks bad things could happen to them.

Especially to those who live happy go lucky without a worry in the world.

Gabriella is sitting on the floor in front of the TV, fully invested in her favorite show. She's not allowed to sit this close, as her father warned her it's bad for her eyes, but she's home alone and he doesn't need to know. Her homework is finished and she ate her dinner prepared by her father. The fridge is full of pre-made dinners, in case he didn't make it in time to make dinner. She's able to unwrap the plate out of the plastic confinements and toss it into the microwave.

Gabriella is trusted to be home alone after school. The door is kept locked and she never answers the door for anyone. She knows her father's work number and phone number by heart, along with emergency services. He's gone over with her on every possible situation, such as a fire or if she's hurt, and she can easily type in the three numbers '911' into the home phone to call for help.

Said home phone rings on the counter. The loud ringing nearly spooks her as she was so invested into her show. She rubs her eyes and hops off the ground, running over to the phone. She reads over the numbers before answering.

"Hi dad," she greets, leaning against the wall.

"Hey, mija," Miguel says in response. "I'm on my way home now. I'm just calling to check in on you."

"I'm doing okay. Oh! Can you please stop by the store? Please? I really want some chips."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm really tired. I just want to come home and go to bed," he sighed. His voice is laced in exhaustion and he yawns. He got off work a little over ten minutes ago. He changed out of his uniform into his casual clothes and is ready to call it a night. "I can go to the store in the morning. I don't really feel like going anywhere right now."

"Please, dad? I really want some chips, and a soda," she pleads, stomping her foot a bit.

"It's a little too late for a soda, mija. You can have some water. Too much sugar this late is bad for you, and you'll be up all night."

"Chocolate milk, then. Pleeease, dad? I really want some chips. Pretty please?"

He sighs. The last thing he wants to do is make any stops on the way home. But it's not easy saying no to his little girl. He'll give her the world if she asked. "Okay, okay. I'll stop by the store that's around the corner. But you have to promise you won't give me any trouble on going to bed tonight."

Gabriella is bouncing up and down triumphantly, nodding her head. "I won't! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I'll see you when I get home. I love you."

"I love you too, dad." Before she hung up, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, wait!"

"Yes? Is everything okay?"

"Don't forget you have to sign the permission slip for my field trip next week. To the amusement park, remember? It's due tomorrow."

"Ah, yes. I'll be sure to sign it. You got the chaperone slip for me to sign as well, right?"

"I do."

"Okay, I'll sign all of it when I come back home and put it in your folder."

"I can't wait for us to go. We're gonna have so much fun! Can we ride all the scary rides together?"

"We'll see about that," he chuckled. "I have to go now. I love you. I'll see you soon."

"I love you too, dad. See you soon!"

Gabriella sets the phone back down and returns to her spot in front of the TV. She happily hums, swaying side to side. She's so excited for this field trip. When she brought it up to Miguel, he didn't think about letting her go until she mentioned parents can chaperone, which is why she's allowed to go. He didn't like the idea of her being at a big place like a amusement park without him there to keep an eye on her.

The teacher will already have their hands full with a class of thirty students. He knows they can't keep an eye on every single student. So it was either she goes as long he can chaperone or she doesn't go, but thankfully there's the option of parent chaperone.

Gabriella has been looking forward to this trip for weeks. Her class first did a fundraiser to afford the trip, and all the permission slips are to be handed in first thing tomorrow morning. Then next week, amusement park!

The last time Miguel took her to an amusement park was a couple a years ago. He won her a giant teddy bear and a goldfish. Unfortunately, the goldfish ended up dying a couple weeks later and they flushed it down the toilet. She cried for an hour before he offered to take her out for ice cream and she was okay again.

Gabriella's head bounces side to side as her gaze slips from the TV screen to a picture frame sitting on a shelf. The photo is of her and Miguel at one of her old soccer matches. They're smiling at the camera, Gabriella holding up her soccer ball and Miguel by his side on his knee, a hand on her head. There's pride on his face.

Miguel never misses any of her soccer matches or practices. He's always cheering her on. One time, a soccer ball hit her in the face and she fell face first into the ground, and he went sprinting across the field. He sat her up, checking her face for injuries, but she brushed him off and stood straight up, showing him she was okay.

He's a good dad.

The best dad.

Whenever she has a nightmare, he'll allow her to sleep in his bed. She'll snuggle into him, wiping her tears on his arm as he hugs her close.

"Shh, it's okay," he'll whisper, rubbing soothing circles into her back. "I'm here for you. I'm always here."

Gabriella knows she can depend on her father no matter what. When she's hurt, sad, happy-no matter what, he's there by her side and he's never going anywhere.

At least, that's what she believed.

Miguel is leaving the store, arms full of grocery bags. He ended up buying more food then intended. He knew they were low on certain things and wanted to save the food shopping for tomorrow, but since he was at the store, he decided to complete his grocery shopping.

He double checks to make sure he bought Gabriella's favorite snacks and the chocolate milk she asked for. If he had come back home without what she wanted, hell would've been raised.

He can't wait to go home and see his daughter. As he begins his short walk home, he's looking forward to hugging her and tucking her into bed, reading her one of the bedtime stories they're currently reading. The stress of work is slowly melting away as he walks.

All he wants is to see his daughter. The pain of everyday life immediately disappears whenever she runs up to him to greet him with a hug. His daughter is his life and he'll do anything to keep her smiling. As soon as he gets home, he'll tuck her into bed, read her a story, and then go into his bed and fall fast asleep.

Sleep sounds so good right now.

Until he notices a mugger has stolen a woman's purse and is attempting to run away scot-free.

Gabriella is so close to the TV and lost in her show that she didn't hear a gun shot ringing throughout the air and the sound of horrified screams. It didn't help that at the same time, lightening streaked through the air and thunder roared loudly.

Gabriella only realizes something is off when she noticed nearly an hour has passed and her father still isn't home. She purses her lips, feeling a bit unsettled. She gets up off the floor and grabs the home phone to call Miguel. The phone rings and rings before going straight to voicemail.

Weird.

He always answers her calls.

That's when she knows something is wrong.

Gabriella's heart jumps in her chest and she slips into her fuzzy purple slippers, putting on her jacket. She stands in front of the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. She's not allowed to leave the apartment under any circumstance unless it's an emergency, but since her father isn't answering his phone, that's considered an emergency, right?

She huffs out a breath and leaves the apartment, running down the stairs and out the doors. The store is right around the corner. She knows exactly where it is and how to get back home. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble in case she runs into her father on the way.

She wants to make sure he's okay.

As Gabriella rounds the corner, she's hit with a flash of red and blue lights. She winces from the bright lights and shields her face with her arms, slowly walking up to a crowd that had formed. She weaves through the people, hearing their panic, and seeing police officers trying to keep them away from the scene before them.

She peers around the officers and gasps, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach. For a moment, the world stills.

Laying on the ground in a pool of blood is Miguel O'Hara.

Her father.

The only person she knows.

He's laying on his stomach, eyes closed, groceries littered around him. A small drizzle of rain began to fall. The cold droplets of water snaps her out of her haze, bringing her back to reality.

Gabriella shakes her head slowly and weaves through the officers, going by unnoticed as she drags herself to his side. She drops to her knees in front of him, eyes peering over his frozen body. The sound of incessant chatter and sirens drown out and fade into silence.

The only thing she can hear are her shuddering breaths and pounding heart. Her small hands tremble as they reach out and gently shakes his shoulders. She's careful not to hurt him.

"D-Dad?" she whispered. "Dad. Wake up."

This is a nightmare, isn't it? One of those nightmares where he died and she woke up crying, screaming for him over and over again. He'll come running to her room to hold her, reassuring her that everything is okay. Promising her that he's okay and most importantly, that she's okay.

But she won't be, will she?

"Dad? You're okay," she said, shaking him harder. "J-Just wake up!"

He's pretending to be dead. Yeah, that's it. It's like those times when she accidentally kicks a soccer ball at him and he falls to the ground, pretending she killed him. When she pokes him with a stick, he'll grab her and tickle her, laughing as she laughs.

"Dad, come on, wake up!" she pleads. "Y-You have to sign the permission slips, remember? We're going to the amusement park, remember?" She continues to plead with him, shaking him harder. She's trying everything she can to wake him up. "A-And my soccer match is on Sunday. You can't miss it! You never miss it!"

No response.

Gabriella peers into his face, her bottom lip trembling. He looks like he's sleeping. Eyes closed, expression relaxed. He really could be sleeping. She attempts to pry one of his eyes open, except her fingers leaves bloody prints on his face. She retracts her hands with a heaving sob. She looks over her hands and sees they're coated in fresh blood.

His blood.

"N-No," she whispered, the situation dawning upon her in horror. She's been told to her what happens when a person dies. She asked Miguel what it meant to die, and where that person goes. He told her the person's soul goes to a better place. That their body is here, but their soul isn't. She told him she doesn't want him to die, and he promised her that he'll die when he's really old.

Looks like he lied.

Because he's dead now and not later like he promised.

Gabriella throws herself over his body, sobbing into his back. She pounds her fists against him, kicking her legs and screaming. As her body thrashes, her clothes begin to soak up his blood until it sticks to her skin.

"Dad! Dad, please, don't leave me!" she screeches, bundling his shirt into her hands. "Don't go! No! No!"

An officer attempts to pull her off and she screams bloody murder, kicking her legs wildly. The scream catches them off guard and they let go. She attaches herself back to her father's dead body, curling into a ball and sobbing.

Her heart is breaking into a million pieces. It hurts. She doesn't like it. Her chest feels like it's about to explode. Her head is pounding. She feels like she's going to throw up. And she just wants her father to hold her.

"Wake up!" she wails. "Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup!"

Rain began to pour upon the earth. It beats against the ground and the people. The rain mixes into the blood and it flows into a sewer. She's drenched in rain and blood and tears. Gabriella is either shaking his body or thrashing around, screaming her pain into the air.

She peers up and notices a spilled bag of groceries. The bag had contained her favorite snacks and bottles of chocolate milk.

Exactly what she asked for.

She's gasping for air, choking on her sobs.

If...If she hadn't asked him to go to the store, this wouldn't have happened.

He didn't want to go to the store in the first place.

Miguel wanted to come home, but she insisted for snacks, and he was always willing to make her happy.

This is her fault...

...isn't it?

"Dad, I'm sorry!" Gabriella cried. "I'm sorry! I-I don't care about stupid snacks! I want you back! Dad! I want you back home!" She cries and cries, screaming her throat raw. She doesn't thrash her body around anymore. She lays against him, whispering, "I'm sorry."

She whispers those words over and over again as guilt ate away at her soul.

Because if she hadn't asked him, he would still be alive.

If she hadn't pleaded, he would still be alive.

If he hadn't gotten her favorite snacks like she wanted, he would stll be alive.

Gabriella will carry this guilt with her for the rest of her life.

She will always feel responsible for her father's death.

Always.

#miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #gabriella ohara #gabriella o'hara #sad miguel hours #miguel ohara fanficiton #miguel o'hara fanfiction

[izzyspussy]

And keeley saw through Jamie early on didn't she? Even before he consciously let her in i feel. What with her "youre a battler jamie, you just have to let people help you" speech. and he was just terrified of letting her into the space.

Makes me wonder what that moment could've been like for them

just a random weekday evening at home watching tv? A stroll through the park? Where would they both relax for a second to let the masks slip? Hwere could they have fun and be themselves to recognize each other?

As for Roy, i feel like he's a grounding energy. As much as he's lost in his head he's present in the world, in the workings of the relationship and reality. He's the one who actually used red string in the show literally too lmao

Well, she definitely knew him better than anyone else at that time, for sure. She knew him well enough to know he was "a battler" and that he was always fighting, that he felt like it was him against everyone else (except her). She knew him well enough to know he would, could, and should make it work coming back to Richmond, that he would be brave enough and serious enough about it to get in and see it through, and that he would be tough enough to make it over the wreckage of the bridges he burned. No one else was sure of that, not even Ted. Rebecca took the cue to be glad he was back from Keeley looking satisfied about it. Etc, etc.

I don't necessarily think Jamie was ever hiding from her on purpose in any way. I think he feels generally pretty safe with women, in particular any woman he gets close with. I do think he didn't know himself that well when he was with her (the first time teehee). Both in a normal in-his-20s way and in a... sort of pseudo closet sort of way, if that makes any fucking sense. Not necessarily (just) about being queer, but like you know. Do you know? Please advise on whether or not you know.

Point being, she didn't really "see through" him so much as have the - at the time - privilege of being close enough to be able to pick out some of his details.

I think there is very, very, very little Jamie has ever been scared enough of to actually hide or run from. Like. I think that list is one item long. And it's not the mortifying ordeal of being known. I don't even really think the ordeal of being known is all that mortifying to him even, despite that it is still unfortunately an ordeal. Am I coherent? Maybe, maybe not.

I think their main problem when they were together (the first time) was that Keeley had set expectations of who Jamie would be and saw what she expected to see, and Jamie had no particular expectations because he took Keeley (and his personal relationships in general) for granted. Not so much that he thought they'd always be there so he could do whatever, but as in he didn't realize how important they were or could be. Neither one of them fully valued the other as a complete and unique individual, but rather as a set of good and bad traits that was filling a purpose.

I think Keeley always figured, maybe subconsciously but tbh maybe not, that Jamie would be just another boyfriend that she would eventually break up with and then get a new one just like him and on and on, and one day she'd want something real but she's not ready for it now so she'll just pretend she's taking this seriously. And Jamie just didn't think about it enough to even consider the longevity of it, nevermind how to act right to fit what he wanted it to be.

It was fully a takes-two kind of dysfunction, is what I'm saying. And it was less about what they were doing (i.e. putting up masks) and more about what they weren't doing (i.e. making active choices, thinking about their actions, having tangible intentions, etc).

And because of that, they never could have had a "moment" like that. I think they picked up a lot on each other subconsciously through consistent casual intimacy, that made them into the friends and staunch supporters of each other that they are later. That's what makes it easy for them to develop their sister wife twin lovers telepathy. They learned each other like native speakers learn a language.

And yes you're so right about Roy! Everything he does is either so passionate it gets physical, or else something that takes blood-sweat-and-tears effort (if emotional/metaphorical, as the case may be). He's the earth to their roots.

#jack chats #damn i got poetical with this shit huh #jack facts #ted lasso #rkj #otplus #hc

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e9 the things we left behind (w. andrew dabb)

all right so i think this is the one i knew was lurking ahead of us, again thought there'd be more mark-related buildup before we got here

deleted a rambling paragraph about thinking the show is out of ideas, yet another troubled teen

he never laughs like this, reminds me of the scene when sam gets glitterbombed by the clowns in s7e14 also written by dabb (and loflin) (i included a clip of that scene because it was so cute). sam's always so confused/concerned when dean's laughing that much (but i mean it rarely happens on screen so i'm concerned too this time around)

but i'm glad he relaxed and enjoyed it too. and that dean was so into the grilled cheese sam made for him. but like, could they find a more uncomfortable place to sit to chill and watch tv? maybe on the cold concrete dungeon floor next time? were the men of letters anti-couch?

how many plotlines are we gonna jam in. dean and sam's business, claire and cas, rowena and crowley

claire novak / big little lies - kathryn newton as abigail carlson

she's so pretty and i like the styling they did for her

CLAIRE You’ve changed. The Castiel I met? He was crappy. Like super stuck-up and a dick and you just wanted to punch him in his stupid angel face. CASTIEL I don’t think I was THAT bad. CLAIRE You totally were. And now you’re just … I don’t know. Nicer. And kind of a doof. No offense.

no lies detected

DEAN Cas, listen to me. There’s some stuff you just got to let go. Okay? The people you let down, the ones you can’t save … You got to forget about them. For your own good. CASTIEL Is that what you do? DEAN That’s the opposite of what I do. But I ain’t exactly a role model.

mhm

working the wet kitten heart eyes overtime

DEAN Cas, I need you to promise me something. CASTIEL Of course. DEAN If I do go dark side, you got to take me out. CASTIEL What do you mean? DEAN Knife me. Smite me. Throw me into the freakin’ sun, whatever. And don’t let Sam get in the way, because he’ll try. I can’t go down that road again, man. I can’t be that thing again.

don't like it

didn't we do creeper dad with orphans in a house schtick already? god what even was that episode about. ugh. was that paige? whatever her actual name was. okay, yes, krissy. s8e18 my post where i mentioned cult vibes. (i searched for cult in my blog. no dice. so damned frustrating because i link to my shit all the time and i know the words i used and it doesn't even help. rrrgh tumblr pLEASE fucking fix this)

is the mark making dean extra hungry?

DEAN Whoa, hey, Miley Cyrus. Settle. CLAIRE Eat me, Hasselhoff.

ooh (fully justified) burn

the exact last thing dean needs to hear

i dunno, man. yeah, the whole business with angels swooping in and taking how many people away from their families? a very valid problem that they just ignored basically. so now we're gonna have a big moral reckoning over it via this kid? just feels. forced

ruth connell (rowena) is listed at 5'2" but she seems smaller than that. maybe it's these full length nearly hobble skirts they have her in

mark sheppard just seems to bring out the best in everyone, quite compelling scene here between crowley and rowena (esp considering i'm hard pressed to care). and well, a character likely just as wily as he is, good match to play around with

CASTIEL I thought I could make it up to her. SAM I don’t think you can. I mean, Jimmy was her father, and to some people, that’s … that’s everything, you know? CASTIEL No, I don’t. I never knew my father. He was distant, to say the least. What about you? Did you love your father? DEAN With everything I had. SAM Yeah. Yeah. I mean, it wasn’t always easy, but yeah. DEAN I mean, look. John Winchester’s not going to win any “Number One Dad” awards, you know? But you know… damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him.

right, you know i have major beef with john over the child neglect. i can't let it go. like, he was there when you needed him? when exactly? like all those times canonically we saw you calling him and he didn't show up? dean's dying in the hospital? (nevermind the not being there for their childhood that we see onscreen) i just. no :p

DEAN Somehow, we convince him to let us go. So, we all go. We all, you know, see all the sights, and uh, ride the subway, eat too much pizza. The whole nine. Well, by about midnight, Sam and Dad are zonked, and I figure… Screw it. I’m going to CBGB.

love sam's face listening to dean's story. i don't think we've had a long stories like this before? it's cute. like jackles and padalecki telling a story at con :p

CASTIEL I know. It’s where The Ramones and Blondie got their start. DEAN Right. SAM Wow. Anyways, he was WAY underage at the time.

--

DEAN Then this girls walks up and she says “Hey, why don’t you come over and sit down with me and my friends at our table?” All right! SAM Yeah, and they get him drunk. First time. DEAN But not fun drunk. I’m not quite sure what was in that stuff, but the room starts to spin, and I feel like I’m going to puke … forever.

dad saved him from being roofied? i don't see how else that could be understood. fucking weird.

DEAN Yeah, and you know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around and he looked at me and he said, “Son, you don’t like me? That’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.” SAM “It’s my job to raise you right.”

Y'ALL. i had to cover my mouth and if my kids weren't sleeping i would have screamed. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. whew

per usual i could do without the attempted rape.

SAM Tell me you had to do this. DEAN I didn’t … I didn’t mean to. SAM No. Tell me it was them or you!

well, there it is. i truly don't know where we go from here

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x09 #andrew dabb #claire novak #john winchester #kathryn newton #big little lies #hiky #spnhiky #wtf am i even doing

[vodkacheesefries]

Okay so I finally watched the Netflix Avatar series and I have thoughts. Overall I actually thought it was okay. The rest of my thoughts are bullet pointed because it's easier for me to organize thoughts and keep them shorter that way.

What I disliked first:

They didn't trust the audience enough to fill in the blanks. The dialogue was really hand hold-y. It was almost like the writers were scared of silence and felt like they had to fill it.

They didn't/couldn't find the right balance between keeping the spirit of the cartoon and making it more serious. This caused the overall mood of the show to feel disjointed and almost like a different show at times.

Some of the wigs/bald caps werrrre...not great. Shoulda hired some drag queens.

I don't like that Mike and Bryan aren't involved. You can feel their touch missing.

I didn't care for the actor who played Sokka. It was partially what he was given to work with, like in the script, but I just...he didn't feel like Sokka. And I'm a Sokka girlie so that was sad.

Some slight changes were made to Aang's avatar state and. Idk. He doesn't even try to water bend this season? Weird choices, didn't care for those.

That was NOT Bumi. I refuse to believe that was actually him.

They needed more than 8 episodes. If they don't want to do a traditional 20+ episodic TV series, they need 10 at the bare minimum, but 12 would have been ideal.

Things that were okay:

Getting kids to act well is difficult, but I did think for the most part they did pretty good. But sometimes it was a little shaky.

Momo and Appa. They looked okay, but I hate it when things are very obviously CGI and have that like. Plastic shiny look to them almost.

They also weren't in the show enough for my liking.

The musical score for the most part, wasn't super memorable. The parts I do remember were the bits they took right from the show. Which is fine, I just wish they would have either done something completely new and WOWed me or utilized even more of the original score and really lean into it.

This could have been caused by the mood rapidly shifting from campy to Dramatic™️ so fast, but it sometimes it felt like an old kung fu movie and I think that saved some of the "worse" acting.

Things I, dare I say, loved:

Without getting too much into spoilers, because I do think the whole scene was pretty dope and you deserve to see it unsullied: Kyoshi.

Just in general, actually, the entirety of episode 2. The Kyoshi warriors were just. PERFECT.

The fight scenes were actually really well done and if they wanted to just film and animate people bending ala those old stick fight videos I'd watch that shit.

Oma and Shu are a win for sapphics everywhere

The avatar state visuals were also dope.

Dallas Liu as Zuko. He did SO well.

The Blue Spirit mask. Holy shit. That whole part of the episode. I love Zuko. So. Much.

While I'm talking about Zuko, because, AGAIN I love him, they made some additions to his backstory that I think worked really well. I can also see how, given they had 8 episodes to the original 20, these changes make it easier for people who didn't watch the original show to start to maybe like Zuko.

Ozai was already scary but he's. SCARY. Like. Daniel Dae Kim is scary in this role and I love what he did.

I did enjoy Azula being in it a little more than she was in the cartoon.

Most importantly: They let Sokka say ass. (Now let Aang say fuck.)

So like. Overall when I weigh what I liked vs didn't like, and how much I liked the things that I did, I'd give it a 3.5/5.

You will be disappointed if you go into it expecting it to be exactly like the cartoon. I do acknowledge I am an easy nerd to please, but just go into it with an "open mind" or whatever. Is it good? Eh. Is it fun? Yes! Will I watch it again? Probably not, but if there's a season 2 I'll watch it. 🤷

#rachel talks #i am mildly less than sober and was like everyone has to know my thoughts rn #anyway. #tldr: not perfect but fun

[mejomonster]

I finished She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat:

I immediately want to read the manga, which may go further in plot than the show. The show was So good. So short, such an easy pace, you can easily watch when you have time the little 15 minute episodes. It's realistic while being gentle.

It really. Felt like a hug. Felt like a sanctuary. Felt like the two women's relationship, and you're taken to its comfortable loving space.

And I still think what I said earlier, perhaps even more so now. I wish I saw lots of elements of this in more media with women who love women. I know why I don't though: big companies want to make women who look conventionally hot to a broad audience so cue lots of makeup, being very skinny, fashionable often feminine clothing and makeup (which sometimes clash with the story like sets do sometimes just Too Polished for the place they're supposed to live/place characrer would shop at etc). It's not realistic, which is just a thing on shows sometimes. But it can get really... alienating? It can get to the point where like... I remember watching pretty little liars and...I've never been as skinny as any woman on that show, I never would be. I never would look as done up as them and live in big houses like them and never have... it didn't feel like Real People like me, it felt like a fun fantasy to watch at the most.

This show feels like life, feels like home. Again, Kasuga finally looks like someone I am, someone I could fall in love with in real life. And when I hear Yuki call her cute over and over? Women like Kasuga SHOULD be all over tv, not wearing makeup, in sweat shirts and pants, in simple ponytails, tall girls who will never be petite, tall girls who aren't skinny like a model, she's just very much like any girl you might walk next to at the supermarket! And she is cute! She is so lovable, and wonderful! And in this show the main woman Yuki looks at her in love, is constantly so happy because she knows Kasuga and Kasuga talks to her and Kasuga is just SO wonderful and amazing and sweet and beautiful in Yukis eyes. That element of the show alone felt wonderful to me. That for the first time since I think I ever watched any wlw story in a show or movie, that element felt realistic to me. (Oh But I'm a Cheerleader felt realistic to me in Other ways as my first wlw film and letting me know I COULD be loved, and Jennifer's Body depicted a realistic as fuck teen girl relationship that I imagine many relate to just not to the monster degree, but the actual styling of the films is still... Amanda Seyfried is utterly glam even styled plain Jane and you just accept that's how media is... thats "ordinary" to media. Not Kasuga. Who is still probably more model like than maybe an average woman, but at least they finally put someone a little less on the scale away-from-reality in front of my eyes you know?)

And by the end I think that's true of Yuki too. She's not a young woman. She's an adult working a job who's been pressured for being single her whole life. She's a woman with cooking as a hobby, and everyone assumes she does it to please a man or prep for a family: things she doesn't want. A lot of her experience feels extremely real, as a queer person. I remember being her age, girls asking who do you like in elementary, and feeling as awful as Yuki just standing there. I remember friends partnering off in high school, and not doing the same. I like that Yuki feels unique... in that I know people like her, but she's not a blueprint. She's not a pre written or pre assumed General path that perhaps outsides think we've gone on. She's not the: I knew as a teen, I came out, I feel pressure for x y z or I'm afraid of parents etc. While I love those stories too, because some of them can be relatable to some of us (the incredible story of two girls in love was very good for my heart when I was young). I like Yuki cause she's an Adult suddenly thinking about romance. An adult realizing she may be a lesbian, and exploring how lesbians live lives that make them happy. A lot of people don't realize until their adults, because society doesn't even give them awareness they can be anything but the majority (and lack of info and conservative environments etc can all increase this). I like it showing the education online and communities as helpful, it was for me in college and it is for people older. It's a nice thing. (I'm demi so I realize I'm biased but) I like that she didn't realize it until another person said she sounds in love, then she realized she is for the first time and explores it. I like that she gets to do this exploring as an adult: I think for some adults that exploring crushes is a first time, is a new journey when it seems others already are going through it and think it's easy, and I like Yuki showing us that. I loved again, that Yuki has her own hobbies and society pushes that into a heteronormative assumption about her... how many people have dealt with that, and that's a thing about our sexualities outside or dating. One can be single for ten years, but still your life may have some effect. In how people assume you do things for some gender you may not like. May choose hobbies for X when it doesn't factor in. May hit on you when you have no interest. I feel like Yukis experiences align with what a lot of queer people go through, people assuming they're straight and ignoring any other option as possible and making assumptions about them that are small (microagressions) but add up to pain over time. Her coworker assuming people could lime any gender was refreshing to her, to hear someone not assume things about her and was open to giving her the freedom to define and be her true self in their eyes was relieving.

Her seeing the Christmas couples pictures, and the lesbians in them. This tiny scene, but an example of why even "shallow" diversity marketing matters. Yeah, if I'm out and know myself and loud for a decade it probably isn't much to me. But when I was 12 I didn't even know anyone but straight people existed, it was all I saw, all I could saw (unless I found the one gay channel on cable that no one in my house watched so I didn't know existed yet). Like lol a yaoi manga some friend found was the first time any of us realized a person could date the same gender, and it seemed only in fiction could such a thing occur. I didnt know trans people existed until I saw a movie about a trans person and realized I felt like them nonstop. Like.. it's not much but when ypunger people grow up they saw their TV shows have a group of girls and some lesbians! Their games like The Last of Us Left Behind and Life is Strange had some recognition queer people exist. The ads on TV occasionally had a gay man or a lesbian. It was enough for THEM to know the world was broader than they'd otherwise think, that all of those were normal, and if they ever feel the same or have a friend who does now it will be another possible ordinary kind of person they understand! Ordinary thing. Seeing an ad for Yuki was her realizing dating her love, being with her love, is as normal as the straight people she felt isolated from her entire life. She can have her own life with Everything she wants in it, other women can. That's what diverse marketing does. A person who's never seen people like them feels seen and like they belong. People in general realize that there is a diversity of people and consider them all part of society, instead of having a narrower view of what's normal or not acceptable or not. (And god I could go into how... some very not good laws that limit what books say and what people can say around children so in public in general, can hurt all of this, can mean no lesbian in a cute couples ad, and therefore no lesbian teenager who realizes she's allowed to exist and there's people happy like her, no lesbian adult who realizes she can live a happy life and there's paths for her, no person in general who sees how so many diverse people are alike and all part of their world together... rather than a very small perception of what's normal versus what shouldn't exist... but if I delved into all that it'd get real heavy so back to show)

My point is

This show is a love letter to the ordinary life of queer women. To life generally. To liking who you are, and to others loving you for who you are. It feels like a warm embrace and I really recommend it.

#she loves to cook and she loves to eat #lb #i also liked the gentle work they did with trauma too in this. with kasuga being isolated and having dofficulty speaking #its handled so gently its a kind way to address something i think is quite painful #this show does a lot of work with using silence effectively #but yeah kasugas story goes into sexism and conservatism and childhood trauma and isolation and insecure familial love #while yukis story is also broader than love but perhaps more centered on something i tbink many queer women will relate to #which is just being ourselves in an overwhelmingly heteronormative society that makes assumptikns and pressutes #if you ever watched koisenu futari this show in Feeling reminds me lf that

[andie-cake]

Fuck yeah I do 👀👀👀

the people have spoken! here's more of my nmt fan script ideas!

the first one is "house of a thousand eyes", which i've talked about before and predates wolves bite! by a hot couple of months. but icymi, the gist of the idea is that the crew of a skeezy big brother-esque reality show comes to hatchetfield and auditions a handful of locals for the chance to be on the show. but uh-oh! it's all a trap, and now the contestants can never leave the set! and what's worse, the director is hellbent on causing strife and bloodshed among the prisoners, and does not take kindly to their orders being disobeyed. so it's up to the contestants to work together to find a way to escape their captors, which is easier said than done considering they're always being watched by a thousand eyes. basically, i liked the idea of hatchetfield taking the piss out of reality tv, so i came up with This Thing. it's the darkest of the three ideas i've come up with, but my main concern is that i feel like it'd be way too easy for it to veer into senseless torture porn, and i've made it very clear that i think torture porn is a lousy fit for hatchetfield. also, i have no idea who the contestants are.

second up is "currently untitled renn fair story", which is obviously not the final title, but i am genuinely struggling to come up with one. hatchetfield is holding its first ever renaissance fair, and the citizens are (mostly) ready and willing to give it their all and make this the most damn fine renn fair in the whole midwest! folks are pulling out all the stops with the old-timey aesthetics and mannerisms. they even got a goatherd guy! but not all is well, as one xander lee is sent to investigate a possible temporal distortion within the town that is now rapidly growing in size and intensity. though xander initially plans to put on a "lost time-traveler" act so the over-eager townsfolk don't suspect anything, the act soon becomes real as hatchetfield really has been turned into a renaissance-era town! and the temporally-confused citizens of hatchetfield are none too pleased with xander's snooping around. so it's up to xander and an above-the-influence teenage boy named daniel to find out what's going on, and hopefully revert hatchetfield back to normal. this one's a lot goofier than house of a thousand eyes, but it's still got a grim edge to it. hell, it's the only one i've got an ending idea for so far, and it's pretty bleak (though whether or not that sticks remains to be seen). still, there's a lotta gaffs and goofums involving familiar hf citizens acting all old-timey to be had, my personal favorite being a gag about emma and ziggs selling edibles under the guise of it being "ergot-contaminated bread".

this next one, however, is pure silliness. just straight up clownery. it's called "tim houston is goin' to high school", and i'm sure you can all infer the plot based on the title alone. tim houston has somehow been sucked into the world of that classic christmas-themed high school musical film, santa claus is goin' to high school. to get home, he must tag along with the film's cheesy and creepy-if-you-think-about-it-for-more-than-two-seconds protagonist, kris kringle and his screechy elf sidekicks, and try to see the film through to the end. not an easy task when the film's antagonist, jacqueline frost, realizes she can use tim as leverage/ransom to bring kris kringle down once and for all. not to mention, tim's presence is not only creating new plotlines that drag the film's runtime out, but he also seems to be inadvertantly causing the movie's characters to gain awareness of their status as one-dimensional high school stereotypes in a shitty christmas movie for preteens who are too edgy for rudolph and frosty. and they are not taking it well. in my mind, this would be a double-length story a la honey queen or yellow jacket, with a few diagetic songs thrown into the mix! the big issue, as any dcom enthusiasts may have noticed by now, is that this plot is a total knockoff of teen beach movie and i swear i didn't mean for it to be.

#hatchetfield #nightmare time

[htub]

I think what's really most painful to me about Lex's treatment is how much I see myself in him tbh. Putting this baby under a cut to be polite but the last post i reblogged illicited Thoughts and I'm being very autistic about this rn.

I don't wanna get too personal but I also don't actually care so just look. Look. He's just like me fr. This boy's been fucked over constantly from childhood but he's trying, he's trying so hard and so much. And yea, my mother died when I was a kid and left me to be raised by an abusive father, and I got bullied by my classmates, my teachers, even my goddamned therapists that were supposed to help me not make me worse. I swear I'm not trying to make this a sob story, I'm just saying my life was Not Fun, alright? I was just straight up not having a very good time. And one day years ago I just decided this sucks, people suck, and well I want it to be better and for that someone's gotta start. I don't ever want to make anybody feel the way I felt, the way people made me feel, so I'm choosing to do better because this cycle ends with me. So I'm actively trying to treat everyone how I want to be treated, even if they don't do the same, but a lot of times - most of the time - they really do not to the same so it's honestly pretty one-sided and not that peachy. Though thankfully I got no aliens gaslighting me yet, I think. Probably.

Still I'm nowhere near as good as Lex, and my god do I want to be like him, and obviously I also lack the money and influence he has, but I very much try. As much as I hate to admit it, I actually take after my dad a lot, and people even comment on how alike we are when they meet us together, but my dad's an asshole and doing better is a choice. A choice I actively make every day, because it's not how I was raised and not my instinctive behavior. I honestly was raised to be a piece of shit. And it's not always easy, and what I'm trying to say with this incoherent rambling is just, I get it. I get it way too much.

Normally this is why I'm drawn to Superman as a character, because he's got the same goodness I hope to have as well, the same kindness and forgiveness and just love. I'm getting the symbol tattooed on my arm for crying out loud. It's important to me.

But Smallville is really wanting to hurt me in different ways so they're instead giving me someone who's much more like me in backstory and personality and then they're making me watch him get broken into pieces, and there's no happy ending. Knowing there's no happy ending is the worst part. Normally fiction is an escape from reality, but this time it's too realistic, because yep, that's what the world does. It fucks us all over with no mercy, but that's not what I want to see! I want to see this boy be loved! And knowing I won't get that sucks.

And I'm still gonna be the best I can be even if I know the world's definitely headed downhill, because that's the kind of person I want to be, but the hopelessness and despair that comes with watching Lex's character arc is truly a new level of anguish I've received from a damn TV show. Congratulations on that, Smallville. I guess. At whoever was in charge of this, I hope you'll be pleased to know my therapist asks about this damn show every single week, unprompted. He's got it written down in his notes and everything. Probably not the most healthy reaction to a two decades old tv show? But like, I got all the DVDs. I cherish them. I love this show. Don't know if I'll ever actually watch it because it clearly is not good for my mental health but I love it. I hate it too. It just didn't have to go there, you know? That was just low.

#two talks #this might read as a vent?? #it's really just me voicing my thoughts but i do it in a very autistic manner lmao #mmmh oversharing #i know it's bad but it feels so good #i almost wish i'd never discovered this show because now that i have i will never be the same again #but at the same time a piece of me would be missing #ah the duality. ah the pain #happy to report that after 4 months of starting this show I still think about Lex every day! #and it has not stopped hurting!! #but actually the obscene amount of suffering i am experiencing is at comedic heights so at this point at least it's fucking funn #funny* #like man this got me FUCKED UP but i'm still realistic enough to comprehend how utterly NOT NORMAL a reaction that is #so like. lmfao rip i guess. cause of death: saw smallville #put that on my tombstone

[caribouv]

2023 BEST

+ ALBUM

Bottoms - Charli XCX. I don't know if a movie's score counts as an album, but this is the easy winner.

Fantasy - M83. I still can't get over Oceans Niagara and the music video. Beyond adventure, indeed.

The Whaler - Home is Where.

Javelin - Sufjan Stevens.

+ SONG

Jeff Rosenstock - LIKED U BETTER.

Afroman - Will You Help Me Repair My Door. The song is generally mid, but the background story behind it makes it amazing.

+ RECORD / COVER

I listened to too many mixes and sets without paying attention to records this year. I've got nothing.

+ SET/MIX/SHOW

Black Country, New Road - Live at Bush Hall. CLASS OF 81', LISTEN TO YOUR PROM KING!!! FUCK THE DEAN!!!

Chlär | Boiler Room x Glitch Festival 2023. This dude is changing techno in a big way. Loops loops loops lopps lopsodfpsopsofpsoo spooop loops.

LDS - HATE Podcast 340.

Pretty Pink - Deep Woods Radio. Girl was on point all year. There's probably better deep trance/house than this, but I'm too lazy to find it and this easily made me happy.

+ MOVIE

Talk to Me. Nothing comes close. This movie is perfection. Foreshadowing, details, subtely, so many layers, so much to think about. It's like Starship Troopers in that it's only a a dumb action / scary movie on first glance, but then you realize all the hidden meaning to it there in every scene.

Bottoms.

Nimona.

Killers of the Flower Moon.

Godzilla Minus One.

Stuff I loved, but only got to in 2023: Okja, The Wailing, Shiva Baby.

Long list piling up I haven't got to yet: Holdovers, Ninja Turtles, Smoking Causes Coughing, She Came to Be, 65, Infinity Pool, Past Lives, Suzume, Mad God, Saltburn, The Boy and the Heron, Argentina 1985, Close, Stars End, Hundreds of Beavers, Joyland, Fabelmans, Challengers.

+ TV SHOW

Vox Machina s2. Easy winner. Nothing else comes close. This is so good. They could and should just push s1 and s2 together seamlessly and release it all as a movie.

Foundation s1. This whole thing is gorgeously shot. Whoever did the storyboard / director of photography is brilliant.

Station Eleven

The Mole

Traitors AUS

SWARM. Before watching I wish someone would have told me the soft spoiler that she's a confused lesbian and the orphaned sister of her friend. It would have helped me understand/get past what were mistakenly viewed as gross and cringe scenes.

Last of US

Snake in the Grass

Y The Last Man. I liked it better than the books simply because the sister's story arc is more believeable and enjoyable. Really sad s2 isn't going to be a thing.

+ VIDEO GAME

Baldur's Gate 3. It's more Div Sin 5e than BG3, but still a phenomenal game. Organizing things by: action, bonus action, and free action has been a wild ephiphany and game changer for me at D&D night.

Dead by Daylight. Another year, another me. No change there. Nicolas Cage, Xenomorph, Ripley, Jonsie, Chucky, the return of Stranger Things… This game just keeps winning. I got burned out in late 2023 and haven't really touched it much since Summer, but this is easily one of the greatest games ever made for me.

WOW Season of Discovery. Injecting WOTLK gameplay systems into Classic? It's so simple and yet so fun.

Going Medieval. As they continue to develop this it's just going to get better and better and better.

+ BOOK

Y The Last Man. Poured through these. Politically… meh. I still liked them.

Book 12 WOT. I also started reading Red Rising becuase I wanted something easy, but that was a mistake because it's too teenage for even me. I also think for 2024 I'm going to switch to standalones and not big 3+ epics because it seriously took me like 2 years to get through WOT and I'm not sure it was worth it.

+ PERSON

Anyone, anywhere who stood out and spoke out against the IOF's genocide in Gaza.

+ FOOD

Butter chicken. Please help me stop eating so much butter chicken I have spent a small fortune at my local indian restaurant buying and eating butter chicken.

+ TRIP

The camping trips this year were fun af, stoked for this upcoming Spring and Summer. Started to get antsy late Summer and started regularly taking daytrips to mid/downtown almost every weekend as well.

+ MOMENT

What a year for US labor. UPS, SAG/WGA, UAW, etc. Syndicalists keep winning.

+ BIGGEST LET DOWN

Fetterman. What an absolute fucking loser. Not "loser" as an insult, but loser as in he lost. His leftist base got him into power, and yet he immediately betrayed them because he's afraid of the DNC+AIPAC and wants to keep his job 5.5 years from now. BITCH YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS. YOUR BASE NOW HATES YOU. AIPAC WILL ALWAYS HATE YOU. THE DNC WILL ALWAYS HATE YOU. YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL FOR GENOCIDE AND GOT CORN CHIPS FOR IT. I absolutely mean it when I say I hope he kills himself.

WOT s2. What the fuck did I even watch what the fuck was that? I know and truly understand adaptation means it can't follow the story, but what was this???? Why did badass women become a bunch of weak fragile pathetic pissy dumbshits who can't do shit????? Fuck this show.

Theme of the year: I don't have a theme. Personally, I had a pretty good year. US Labor had a very, very good year. CPI inflation, Ukraine, and Gaza were fucking horrible. 2023 was strange and mostly terrible.

Goals for 2024: Don't get stuck in a rut. Learn/perfect how to make various indian and thai dishes. Fix my pinball machine. Get 100k+ in DigDug.

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

#bts #yandere bts #yandere #bts fanfic #bangtan #yandere bangtan #bts smut #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #dom!taehyung #yandere jhope #yandere suga #yandere jimin #yandere namjoon #yandere jin #bts reactions #bangtan smut reactions #bangtan reactions #bangtan fanfic #bangtan reaction #bts fan fiction

[vierschanzentournee]

Hi! I could google this but trying to figure it out via tumblr is more fun, so I'm asking you: what happened that all the jumpy ski people are sad?

Oh boy! Basically:

Today was the first ever Olympic mixed team competition in ski jumping (two women and two men from each nation jump, their scores are combined and whichever team has the highest score wins)

Things get off to a fun start, Sara Takanashi of Japan (one of the best female ski jumpers) has an excellent jump which puts Japan in the lead

A few minutes later, though, Sara's been disqualified from the competition because her ski jumping suit doesn't meet the regulations in some way. This is a terrible blow for Japan (one of the favourites for a medal) because if one of your team's jumpers gets disqualified, you lose a quarter of your points and it's pretty much impossible to get a medal. The TV cameras show Sara crying outside the equipment control cabin and we're all sad.

Not long after, we realise that there's been a second disqualification - Daniela Iraschko-Stolz of Austria, also for a suit violation. Austria were also in contention for a medal, so at this point we're starting to think hey, what the fuck, this is... bad.

The competition progresses, and Katharina Althaus of Germany (again, at least potential medalists) has a good jump. We all say "wow, that was nice Katha, hope you don't get disqualified." The competition continues. The final German jumper, Karl Geiger, has a good jump and is really pleased with himself - right up until he (and everyone else) notices that this has put his team in 8th place (out of 10), instead of first.

Katharina Althaus has been disqualified for a suit violation. (It did make for a really funny set of pictures)

Only the top eight nations from the first round of a team competition can progress to the second round, and with the disqualification of Althaus, Germany don't have enough points to get through, finishing ninth. Austria and Japan just manage to squeeze through thanks to their other jumps being good enough. (Tenth place went to China, who jumped poorly enough that their four jumps scored less than Germany's three).

This is the point where I had to go to a class and watch the rest without any sound, but it went something like this:

The jumpers who were disqualified are able to compete in the second round, I guess their teams fixed their suits in the break or something? But their teams are really far behind and there's no hope for them to medal.

The second round jumps start - Anna Odine Stroem, from Norway (you guessed it, also medal hopes), gets disqualified. Guess why.

Silje Opseth, also from Norway, gets disqualified too.

So by this point, Germany, Austria, Japan, and Norway are all out of contention.

As a result of this, Slovenia take an easy win (all that their final jumper had to do in order to ensure their victory was jump at least 47 metres, on a hill where anything under around 90 metres would be disappointing) - they were already the favourites going in, considering their two female jumpers had won gold and bronze in the individual competition on Saturday, but it was a shame that no one was even able to challenge them.

The silver medal is a surprise, but not completely unimaginable - the jumpers from Russia pretty much never take victories or podiums in the regular World Cup, but they seem to like the hill in Beijing and had been doing pretty well in the individual competitions. In a normal competition, you’d maybe expect them to be something like 5th, 6th, or 7th.

The bronze medal is how you know that today was completely fucking insane. Team Canada are, to put it gently, not the best team in the sport. They’ve struggled immensely with funding, with the fact that there are no longer any decent jumping facilities in Canada (so they have to live in Slovenia for half of the year), and just generally with their form. It’s usually an exciting day if a Canadian jumper manages to score a single World Cup point in a competition. So we’re all thrilled to see them succeed - particularly because they’re all pretty internet-savvy and fun on Twitter - but also it’s absolutely not something that would have happened in any kind of fair competition (although in their defence, they did still have good jumps by their standards, and would absolutely have beaten the Czech Republic, Poland, etc).

There are rumours that the women’s coaches all started accusing athletes from other teams of having illegal suits, and that the officials responded by implementing far more stringent examinations than they would normally use - I believe Stroem and Althaus both said they were in equipment control for far longer than they usually would be, and that they were examined in ways they haven’t been before.

There are also rumours that Mika Jukkara, the (male) head of equipment control for men, was present when the female jumpers removed their suits for examination, when this is explicity against regulations, which say that no men should be present when women are undergoing equipment control, and vice versa.

One of the German jumpers made a sad Instagram post about the whole thing which started with the line “my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined” and ended with a genuinely very poignant reflection on how this has ruined the event he’s been training for for the past 15 years.

#ski jumping #basically. It's All Kicking Off. #i think the majority view (at least among online fan groups like tumblr and reddit) is #good for the medalists that's really exciting for them. but the international ski federation has to answer for this

[ryangosking]

Girlfriend

Summary: Holder gets hurt and needs you to take care of him. Fluff + smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Sex, masturbation, mentions of injury, swearing.

AN: This is longer than I intended, I'm just so soft for him!

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You're at dinner when you get the call. On a date, actually. Not recognising the number you ignore it, only to see later that the mystery caller left a voice mail. You listen to it in the cab on your way home, the usual post-date dissatisfaction hanging over you.

"H-hi, you don't know me, my name is Liz....I'm Stephen Holder's sister. I don't want to worry you but he's in the hospital, he got pretty beat up, and he keeps asking for you."

Your stomach drops and your heart rate kicks up, what had he got himself into?

"I got your number from his phone, I hope that's OK. Um, the thing is I have to go and get my kid to bed and I'd feel better if someone was here with Stephen. Could you come to the hospital please? He obviously thinks a lot of you and....Well, come if you can. St Mary's. Thanks. Bye."

You instruct the cab driver to change course to St Mary's and ruminate on your relationship with Holder. You were previously fuck buddies, an arrangement which suited you both - a no strings tension release. In your car, various bar bathrooms and once, memorably, in a supply closet at work. Then one night he had shown up to your apartment unexpectedly with Chinese food and a crooked smile. You had eaten, talked, and watched a movie snuggled up on the sofa. It was nice, he was so easy to be around, and he made you laugh.

When you had gone to bed that night it was nothing but softness and tenderness, losing yourselves in each other, and it felt more like making love than fucking. But waking up the next morning, tangled in his arms and long legs, you realised that you had to put a stop to it. You were falling for him, and you couldn't bear to let someone else in only to get hurt for the millionth time. Also your lieutenent had mentioned that they were recommending you for the sergeant's exam, and you figured that it probably wasn't the best idea to be sleeping with a colleague.

When you had told Holder that you shouldn't see each other again outside of work, citing the sergeant's exam as the reason - there had been a brief flicker in his eyes and he had shrugged.

"Whatever, you do you."

That was six weeks ago, since then it had just been nods and curt hellos in corridors...now this.

You were worried, you couldn't deny it. You also couldn't deny that you missed him, especially after the string of disappointing dates you'd been on.

You have to show your ID at reception because it's so late, and technically visiting hours are over.

"Room 28, he might be asleep." The receptionist sighs wearily.

However when you get to Holder's room, he's sitting up in bed watching TV. Observing him through the little window in the door, your heart aches at the sight of his bruised face and stitched forehead. You've never seen him look so vulnerable.

You open the door with a little knock, he turns and his face lights up.

"Yo, here she is!" He croaks.

"Did Liz leave?" You ask, trying not to stare too much.

"Yeah, had to get little man home."

You sit on the chair at his bedside and sigh. "What happened Holder?"

"Got into a tussle with my CI." He huffs.

"Over what?"

"The bastard gave me false information ok? Caused a lot of shit at the station and made me look like a fucking rookie." He spits.

"Ok ok." You sooth. "Settle down."

You both turn when the door opens and a nurse pokes her head in. "Oh hello. I'm sorry, visiting hours are over."

"It's ok Norma, she's my girlfriend." Holder pipes up.

You shoot him a death stare and he grins weakly.

"Still, you should leave." Norma says. "We'll be discharging him in the morning, it might be a good idea to bring him some clean clothes."

"You'll be here, won't you babe?" He winks.

"Yes darling." You murmer. It was the least you could do. "How injured is he, exactly?"

"Minor contusions, bruised ribs. He's lucky."

"Yeah I feel real lucky." Holder mutters.

"I'll give you another minute." Norma says briskly.

"I guess I'll need your keys then." You say, standing up.

"In my pocket." Holder nods toward a chair where his clothes are folded neatly. You fish in his jeans pocket, trying to ignore the streaks of blood on everything.

"You want me to take these home and wash them?" You ask, holding the jeans at arms length.

"Nah, just throw them away." He says quietly.

You slip the keys into your bag. "Do you want me to bring anything besides clothes?"

Holder shakes his head, squinting at you. "How come you're dressed up?"

"Oh." You look down at your dress and heels. "I was having dinner with a friend."

He looks at you dolefully. "A friend, huh?"

Just then Norma returns, saving you from any more awkward questions. "Ready to leave?"

You give Holder a little wave as you go, he nods and turns his attention back to the TV.

* * * *

The next morning, you drop by Holder's apartment on the way to the hospital, and are shocked by how organised and clean it is. You water his plants and browse his bookshelves, before you remember why you're really there, quickly grabbing some clothes and underwear out of his bedroom. Before you leave you make sure that his bed is made and clean, and turn the heating on ready for him to come home.

At the hospital he's still in bed, filling out discharge forms.

"Morning." You smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

He looks up at you, his eyes lingering. "I'm almost finished with these fucking forms."

You pull out the clothes you picked, a hoodie and sweatpants. "These ok?"

"Anything's better than this." Holder frowns, pulling at his hospital gown.

With relief, you notice that his bloody clothes have vanished.

Norma appears in the doorway with a smile. "Everything all right Stephen?"

"Yeah. Here." He holds the forms out for her. "Anyone would think you're trying to get rid of me or something."

"Never." Norma winks at you conspiratorally and you smile faintly.

"Let's get you dressed." You say, suddenly eager to leave.

"I can do it myself. I ain't no invalid." He grumbles, limping off to the bathroom.

You stand with Norma in awkward silence as you wait.

"You ok in there Hold - Stephen?" You call.

"I'll be out in a minute!" He replies, like a petulant teenager.

Norma smiles indulgently. "I was married to a cop for ten years. Most stressful time of my life. "

Holder emerges and your stomach flutters because he looks kind of adorable, his hair sticking up in odd places from pulling the hoodie on. You reach up and comb your fingers through it, trying to flatten it. He grins at you and you giggle, feeling yourself flush.

"Well aren't you two the sweetest." Norma murmurs, insincerely.

* * * *

Holder dozes off in the cab on the way to his apartment, his head falling onto your shoulder. It makes something inside you ache, and when you wake him up he looks so lost and sad you just want to kiss him and make it all better.

Once inside his apartment, Holder slumps on the couch, and reaches for the TV remote.

"Are you hungry?" You ask, slipping some cushions behind him.

"Nah. I could go for a juice box though, there's some in the fridge." He says, flicking through channels.

"Juice box Holder, really? How old are you?" You smirk.

"I keep 'em for my nephew. Besides, they're damn tasty. Grab one and see."

The fridge is empty apart from the juice boxes and a carton of eggs on the verge of expiring.

"You need food." You state, handing him the juice.

"Thanks. Don't worry about it, I'll order something."

"You can't just live off takeout, you're recovering. I saw a grocery store on the corner, I'll just go down and grab a couple of things." You say, reaching for your purse.

"You don't have to do that," He says, gazing up at you. "You've done enough. I'm sorry that you got roped into all this."

"I'm not leaving you to fend for yourself Holder." You say lightly. "I promised Norma."

He chuckles. "Oh. Well, then."

* * * *

As you walk the short distance to the store your phone starts buzzing. Seeing your mom's number, your heart sinks. SHIT.

"Mom-"

"Where are you? We've been waiting for half an hour. "

Brunch with your mom, sister and nieces had completely slipped your mind.

"I'm so sorry mom, go ahead without me. I had an emergency."

She sighs down the phone. "Let me guess, work?"

You try to ignore exasperated tone. "My friend got hurt, I had to take care of them."

"Oh. I'm sorry, are they going to be all right?"

"Yes, thanks. Look I'm really sorry, I promise I'll make it next time."

"It's fine honey, we're used to it." She murmurs.

Your blood starts to boil, feeling like chastised little girl.

"I've got to go mom." You say through gritted teeth.

"Of course. Goodbye dear."

"Bye mom, love you."

After you hang up you notice all the missed messages from your sister. Oops. Sighing, you head into the store.

* * * *

On your return you find Holder asleep on the couch, his hood pulled down over his eyes. You put the groceries away as quietly as possible, soup, more juice boxes, vegan protein bars, bananas.

He stirs slightly when you pull a blanket over him and you get that feeling again, that ache in your chest. You realise it's the overwhelming need to take care of him, protect him, because you care about him. You care about Stephen Holder.

"Shit." You mutter under your breath.

You make yourself a hot chocolate and curl up on the armchair opposite the couch, with the TV on low.

An hour or so passes before Holder wakes, peeking out from under his hood, he looks surprised to see you.

"Hey." You smile softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." He yawns, gingerly sitting up.

Your eyes drift down towards the sizable tent in his sweatpants and despite yourself, you feel your pussy twitch.

"Oh." Holder laughs, looking down. "What can I say, I was dreaming about you."

"Yeah right." You snort.

"It's true baby." He smiles, biting his lip.

"You need a cold shower, Holder." You swallow, looking away, flustered.

"I got a better idea." He croons. "Why don't you help me out." He pushes his pants down and his erection springs free. "C'mon it's been so long. I missed you."

The sight of his thick cock makes your mouth start to water and the heat spread between your legs.

"You mean there hasn't been anyone else since we..." You trail off.

Holder's hand is on his cock now, lazily stroking himself. "Nah. I don't want nobody else."

"Me neither. " You quietly admit.

"Really? What about the 'friend' you were with last night?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He's nobody. My sister set it up."

Holder smirks. "Nobody compared to me you mean?"

You start to crawl towards him. "Do you want my help or not?"

"Absolutely. Come on over here. " He says lowly, holding his hand out to you while he continues to jerk off.

You stop next to the couch and lean over, kissing him softly.

"Up here." He says, patting his thighs. "I want your pussy. "

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't worry about hurting me, baby." He grins and watches as you stand up, pulling off your jeans and underwear.

"Fuck, I missed your sweet cunt." He murmers as you straddle him, wary of leaning on him too heavily.

He grabs your hair and kisses you hungrily, you kiss him back, hard, licking into his mouth. He makes a needy noise in the back of his throat, spurring you on, and you start pulling off his hoodie. He winces a little and you pause.

"Sorry." You mumble, kissing his neck and shoulders, mindful of the bruises on his torso.

Holder opens your shirt, fumbling with the buttons. "I missed these titties too, fuck." He gropes them, pushing your bra down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You can't take much more, it's almost embarrassing how much you want him inside you.

You wrap your hand around his cock and lower yourself slowly onto him, inch by inch.

He gasps and lays back on the cushions. "You feel so fucking good."

You rock your hips as gently as you can, bracing your hand on the wall above the couch. Oh, you've missed him too. The way his cock fills you perfectly, the way he looks up at you.

"Is this OK?" You ask softly.

"Yeah." He nods, his hand squeezing your ass. "Don't stop."

As you continue to fuck him gently, in the most restrained way possible, his fingers make their way between your legs where your bodies join. He lightly touches your clit and you can feel it throbbing under his fingertips. It's almost unbearable; you're used to the wham bam with Holder, he knows your body so well you usually climax within 15 minutes. You'd be grabbing him, sinking your nails into his back, biting his lip. But this, this was taking time.

Evidently Holder is impatient too, he can't help but bucking up into you, applying more pressure to your clit. You moan as you feel your cunt start to pulse around him and he stiffens under you, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside you.

"Are you ok?" You ask, stroking his hair.

"I love you." He blurts, staring up at you, his pupils still lust blown.

"Oh." You breathe, feeling your stomach dip.

Holder's eyes flicker with disappointment and he swallows. "I mean I love fucking you. That's what I meant."

"I love you too, Stephen." You say softly, and it sounds so right.

He smiles then, his eyes lighting up.

You clear your throat. "I mean, I love fucking you too."

Holder chuckles. "Right. Juice box?"

#stephen holder #stephen holder x female reader #stephen holder x you