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itsmyfriendisaac · 4 months
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♑ January 14th: Korean-American Actor, Jake Choi.
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myoldboyfriends · 19 hours
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brokehorrorfan · 1 year
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R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned will be released on Blu-ray, DVD, and Digital on November 15 via Universal Pictures. The 2022 supernatural action comedy is a prequel to 2013’s R.I.P.D.
Paul Leyden (Come Back to Me) directs from a script he co-wrote with Andrew Klein (MacGyver), based on the 1999 comic book by Peter M. Lenkov and Lucas Marangon. Jeffrey Donovan, Penelope Mitchell, Jake Choi, Richard Brake, Kerry Knuppe, Rachel Adedeji, and Evlyne Oyedokun star.
No special features are included. The trailer and synopsis can be found below. You can also watch the first eight minutes of the movie here.
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The Wild West has gone to Hell, literally, and the world's best hope of being saved lies in the gun-slinging hands of Sheriff Roy Pulsipher (Jeffrey Donovan) as he becomes the newest officer for the Rest In Peace Department (R.I.P.D.) enforcing the afterlife's laws. If the Old West was wild while he was alive, wait until Roy sees how weird it gets once he dies. Roy thought joining the R.I.P.D. would give him a chance to revisit his daughter and solve the mystery of his murder. Instead, he has his holsters full with havoc and hellfire when he's given a mission to stop a dangerous demon from opening a portal to the underworld. The fate of the living and the dead now depends on Roy and his partner Jeanne (Penelope Mitchell), a mysterious swordswoman, as cowboys clash with creatures and undead insanity unleashes apocalyptic chaos.
Pre-order R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned.
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darkmovies · 1 year
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R.I.P.D. 2 : Rise Of The Damned (2022)
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tvtalk247 · 1 year
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I just finished RIPD 2. And honestly it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. Dare I say it’s a decent prequel.
The only true cons are that 1) it’s a western and 2) This Roy doesn’t seem like the same Roy from the first film.
But if you view it as a “revival” prequel instead of a prequel directly in relation to the first film it’s more enjoyable.
Im personally not a fan of westerns so that’s the only reason why I listed that as a con. But there were a lot of comedic banter and the plot was decent so it didn’t totally distract anything for me.
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Title: The Sun is Also a Star
Rating: PG-13
Director: Ry Russo-Young
Cast: Yara Shahidi, Charles Melton, Hill Harper, Gbenga Akinnagbe, Jake Choi, John Leguizamo, Anais Lee, Miriam A. Hyman, Jordan Williams, Keong Sim, Cathy Shim, Shamika Cotton, Camrus Johnson
Release year: 2019
Genres: romance, drama
Blurb: Two young New Yorkers begin to fall in love over the course of a single day as a series of potentially life-altering meetings loom over their heads - hers concerning her family’s deportation to Jamaica, and his concerning an education at Dartmouth.
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moviesandmania · 1 year
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R.I.P.D. 2: RISE OF THE DAMNED (2022) Belated action comedy sequel - trailer
R.I.P.D. 2: RISE OF THE DAMNED (2022) Belated action comedy sequel – trailer
R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned is a 2022 American action comedy supernatural film set in the old Wild West. The movie is obviously a belated sequel to R.I.P.D. (2013). Directed by Paul Leyden from a screenplay co-written with Andrew Klein. The Universal 1440 Entertainment-Hero Squared co-production stars Jeffrey Donovan, Penelope Mitchell, Jake Choi, Richard Brake and Kerry Knuppe. Plot…
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isthisfilmgay · 2 years
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Front Cover (2015)
Is it gay?: Yes Warnings/Notes: 🏳️‍🌈 😢
Description: When a gay fashion stylist works with a renowned foreign actor, they both embark on a journey of self-discovery.
Director: Ray Yeung
Running Time: 1hr 27min
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hannie-dul-set · 7 months
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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [6].
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SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).
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PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. almost drowning, a nauseating amount of stupidity, swearing, sex jokes, bribery, the boys are shirtless for most of the chapter. WORD COUNT. 5.2k.
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NOTE. this is my favorite chapter so far i think i peaked here. the ppt scene was inspired by anthpo, my professors' tendency to use the socratic method to instill trauma in their students, and hoshi from seventeen's tiger agenda. also, most of this was written before i found out odi has passed 😔 fly high little guy.
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CHAPTER 6 — the obligatory pool episode.
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THERE’S A HEATWAVE IN TOWN. When you wake up, it feels like you got transported into Satan’s rectum. It’s sweaty and disgusting under your covers, and kicking them off does nothing to appease the hellish humidity inside your room. But when you roll over to grab the remote for the air conditioning, blindly press on the button, nothing happens.
You try again.
It’s not working.
You jolt up from your bed, hair a mess, and armpits too sweaty for comfort. A power outage. Of course, there’d be no power on the hottest day of the year.
“Fucking shit, I’m so hot,” you announce as you make your arrival downstairs. It’s only Sunghoon and Jay in the living room. They turn away from their game of jenga upon your arrival.
“Yeah, you’re super hot,” says Jay. “I mean, damn global warming sure sucks, huh?”
The wooden tower collapses. You stifle out a grunt of agreement. “Apparently some feeders in the neighborhood broke down,” Sunghoon informs you. “They’re still fixing it. The generator also wasn’t working when Heeseung hyung went down the basement to turn it on. I think we need to get that fixed too.”
Well, shit. That’s not good news. You give Sunghoon a pat on the head for speaking thirty-six words to you today before walking over to the kitchen. Last time you checked, there was a stash of popsicles in there. You’re pretty sure they haven’t been completely water-fied by the blackout yet.
For some reason, upon nearing the kitchen island, the fridge door is hanging open. You understand why when you step on something— er, someone— on the way towards your frozen delight. “Ow!” Beomgyu hisses from the floor. There’s remnants of cold wind filtering out from the refrigerator. Beomgyu has claimed it as his territory, and he’s glaring up at you from his spot. “Watch where you’re going.”
“‘Scuse me.”
You walk over him, hiking one leg across his torso before infringing upon his fridge monopoly to grab a half-melted melon bar. This isn’t exactly how Beomgyu imagined how it’d be like to be in between your legs. “I’m not sure if you’re dense or if you just don’t give a fuck,” he says, propping himself up by the elbows as you dig through a plastic bag.
“I really just don’t don’t give a fuck.” You snap a bite out of the pale green popsicle. “Want one?”
“Give.”
“Go get one yourself.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m sure you’d love to.” You close the fridge door shut and make sure to kick his side with your foot when you cross over him again. He lets out a cry of pain. You turn back, satisfied with your cold exploits, but there is no wall separating the living room and the kitchen, so Sunghoon and Jay were witnesses to that entire conversation. “Do you also want a bite?” you ask. Their ears burn a couple degrees brighter before declining.
Was that an intentional insinuation? Yes. Do you enjoy destroying their composure on purpose? Also yes. It’s a new hobby you picked up since staying here, and it’s definitely one you’ll miss once your dorms get fixed and you’d have to move out. Jay and Jake are both particularly difficult to get through, but sometimes you can manage to fluster the former, just like now. Jake has been impossible so far. You’ll get him one day. He can’t be left unscathed.
This may seem terrible, and sometimes you do get a teensy bit conscientious when one of them starts crying or becomes temporarily incapacitated— until you remember they have this whole secret bet going on that definitely involves you, so you should be allowed to fuck around this much, right?
“Hey! Why don’t we have a pool party?”
The genius idea comes from Jake. You immediately run up back to your room upon hearing the suggestion to change into a bathing suit, pausing right before your door because you don’t want anyone waving the PD&J at your face for indecent attire again. So you throw on a beach kimono for the safety of your wallet. They emptied the jar out yesterday to buy some meat for a barbecue party that’s supposed to be scheduled this weekend, but looks like you’re gonna be having that sweet, sweet pork belly tonight right by the chlorine scent of the pool. 
You hurry downstairs, so fucking ready to be submerged in cool, refreshing water. But when you get to the courtyard— all the boys already loitering in and around the pool— you realize something. 
Something a little dangerous.
“You’re finally here!”
Oh no. They’re hot.
“We’re playing chicken fight, come jo—”
A rather scantily clad Sunghoon pushes an equally scantily clad Jake off Soobin’s unclothed shoulders and into the splash of the water. They are all bare-skinned, glistening wet, and although it’s not a bad sight to behold at all, it’s a discovery that you wish had remained undiscovered until you finally leave this damned house.
Listen. It’s not like you’ve never seen any of them shirtless or almost naked before. Jay was literally in his highlighter underwear when you first met him. But you were never put in a situation where you’re able to look at them closely because all those times have been meshed with something stupid.
It’s very easy to overlook their general attractiveness when they all act like third-graders, bitchless losers, scandalized Victorian men, or all of the above at the same time, in the same sequence. It’s really easy to forget that.
But Heeseung has his soaked tank top sticking to his skin and Beomgyu is pushing his wet hair back with a wide grin. Your housemates might actually be a tad bit more attractive than your prolonged, initial impression of them. This can cause a little internal trouble.
“Why aren’t you getting in the water?”
Soobin is the one that’s asking, having already left the water fight in the middle and is now looking up at you, chest deep near the pool’s edge. You look down. You’re not sure if he’s looking directly at you because you’re a little focused on his toned arms resting above the ledge, but if he is, then good on him for keeping up with his eye-contact practice hours.
“Hey,” you call out, crouching down and hugging your knees. “Do you work out?”
Silence. Pink scatters across Soobin’s cheeks. He coughs out an unintelligible response and disappears back under the water, quietly swimming away. Yes. This is how it should be.
Feeling a lot more at ease after confirming you still have the upper hand, you finally dip your legs into the pool and stretch out your back with a satisfied groan. Fuck, this is perfect. You’re honestly unsure how you’re supposed to transition back into life at the dorms when this house has a perfectly refreshing pool at your disposal. You don’t remember what life was like before this. You’d live here for the rest of your life if you could. But you have enough pride in your system to prevent you from extending your verbal contract with Jake. Two months. It’s a few days past the halfway point now. All you could do is enjoy this life of comfort as much as you can.
Until it gets ripped away from you in the form of Jake yanking your ankle and dragging you under the water with a horrifying splash. 
Before you know it, you’re gasping for air and grabbing the nearest thing your arms could reach out for so you don’t fucking drown— but when you finally manage to rise back to the surface, a loud inhale of air into your lungs, the person you managed to hold onto just happens to be Heeseung.
Heeseung, who’s looking down at you with wide, alarmed eyes while you’re wrapped around his waist. Heeseung, who shoves you back into the water out of panic and shock and whatever the fuck his problem is.
Jake rushes to pull you back up. Heeseung is dead to you.
“I’m sorry.”
He failed to kill you so he’s now down on his knees, timid palms on his lap, and head lowered in guilt.
“I am very sorry,” Heeseung repeats. “I am deeply reflecting on my actions.”
You’re sitting on the half log shaped chairs on the courtyard, still wet, arms and legs both crossed in petulance as Sunghoon quietly dries your hair with a towel from behind (no, you didn’t scare him into doing this). 
“Stand up.” He flinches at the tone of your voice. “Go get yourself dried up so we can finally start the barbecue.”
He’s awfully obedient. You watch as his slumped figure trudges back into the house. “Was that too much?” The back of your head hits Sunghoon’s bare stomach when you try to look at him. He’s holding your head in his hands with the damp towel in between.
“You’re always a little much,” he mumbles.
“Is that a bad or good thing?”
Sunghoon ponders for a moment, staring at your upside down face. “More is always better than less?”
You smile, snatching the towel from his hands and jumping off from your seat. “Good answer.” Two gentle pats of praise on his cheek set his skin on fire. Speaking of fire, you can already smell the scent of smoke and deliciously cooking meat wafting in the air, so you run over to Jay who’s on grilling duty, hoping to get an early bite.
“Can you pass me a plate?” he asks, flipping the cut up pieces of meat on the barbecue grill. “Thanks.”
“Gimme one.” You open your mouth, chasing after the slice of pork belly on his tongs until he brings it closer to your mouth for you to bite. “Holy shit,” you muffle out, hot air escaping from your lips.
“Good?” he asks.
“Very good.” You swallow the piece. “One more?”
He lets you snack on a bunch of well-done beef before they could reach the plate and at some point he mentions, as you’re tearing open a few packs of ramyeon to cook, that you look a lot like the curled up pieces of shrimp he’s currently grilling. You narrow your eyes at him, hand dangerously hovering above boiling water with a square of raw noodles. “Are you trying to say I look charred and have a terrible posture?”
“No.” Jay raises a piece of shrimp in the air, showing it off to you. “Doesn’t it look cute?”
Now that you’re looking at it a little closer, it does look kind of cute. Huh. “Would you eat me if I was a grilled shrimp?”
Jay thinks about it. He keeps thinking until you start smelling something burning. “I’d keep you safe in my pantry,” he finally answers. 
“So you’ll just let me spoil over and die?”
His expression drops. “Fuck.” The shrimp is unsalvageable. “I guess I’d have to eat you.”
The rest of dinner goes on as you expect. Jay and Beomgyu take turns over the grill until Jake thought he’d be naturally gifted over the fire and ended up making charcoal with the last pack of galbi (“It’s fine!” he said. “I’ll take care of it!”) and today’s heatwave suddenly becomes a whole lot hotter with the rising flame on the fucking grill right when Soobin brings out the marshmallows for dessert. It gets quickly defused by a fire-hydrant bearing Heeseung. Now your charcoal galbi has toxic frosting on them. This is the sign to move on to the next part of the program.
The set of log-themed chairs on the courtyard has a bonfire set-up at the center. Of course this unreasonably nice house has that. It’s already getting dark, ink seeping into the orange tintent sky. Jake decides to redeem himself after watching Heeseung fail to set up the chunks of wood for the nth time. “You don’t know how to start a fire? Dude, that’s so lame.” 
“You burnt all our remaining meat with those fire starting skills of yours,” Heeseung huffs, stepping aside for the self-proclaimed camping expert.
“You still ate them.” You’re pretty sure that isn’t healthy.
“Because you would’ve felt sad if I didn’t.”
“You’re both equally lame,” Beomgyu chides, plopping down beside you with a bag of chips that you unceremoniously dig your hand into. “You two haven’t even had your solo chapters yet.”
A flame erupts on the bonfire. Both of them turn to look at Beomgyu. “What?”
“What are we arguing about?” Jay joins in, looking a little too excited for the squabble.
“About the fact that I’m cooler than both Heeseung and Jake.”
Heeseung’s expression falls flat. “You dropped out to become a streamer.”
“Leave of absence! I took a leave of absence and I’m coming back next year!”
Sunghoon and Soobin are both just ignoring the mess, roasting their skewered marshmallows on the bonfire and you aspire to be that level of unbothered. “Let’s consult a professional’s opinion,” Jay suggests, and all their eyes immediately fall on you. “Who do you think is the coolest?” Apparently that professional is you.
“This is like asking which dwarf is the tallest midget,” you wrinkle your nose. “But alright. Why don’t we settle this like real men?”
“Arm wrestling?” Sunghoon jumps in.
“Cooking contest?” Heeseung pitches.
“Do you want us to beat the shit out of each other right now?” Jake’s eyes fly wide open, alarmed. “I don’t think that’s a healthy way of settling arguments.”
“The fuck? No,” you spit out. “Thirty minutes. Prepare a powerpoint presentation explaining why you’re the coolest loser. Convince me. Ten slides max. Good luck.”
Something about almost naked men scattered around your home premises, aggressively typing on their keyboards with so much concentration and determination is so funny. You’re enjoying the raw bag of marshmallows by yourself beside the fire, watching as Heeseung starts panicking when you yell out “Five minutes left!” and starts typing even more aggressively. It’s pretty entertaining. Why haven’t you done this before?
At some point Jake brings out a projector and a projector screen to the courtyard. Seems like the power is back on, and your classroom of death has been set in place.
“Okay. Who wants to go first?”
You’ve produced a clipboard while they were working very hard on the PPTs earlier, legs crossed, fire crackling in front of you, and you click the butt of your pen in intermittent seconds as you scroll your eyes from left to right across the six boys standing in front of you. Heeseung looks confident. Jay and Beomgyu, too. There’s sweat dripping down Sunghoon’s forehead and Jake is furiously flipping through his notepad like he’s cramming for a final exam. But the poor, unfortunate soul that just had to look away from your gaze is none other than—
“Choi Soobin.” He flinches, nearly letting go of the laptop he has clutched against his chest. “Give it a go. The rest of you sit down.”
He looks rattled. “I’m not— I’m not really good at presentations,” Soobin chokes out, and the rest disappear from his side.
You let your chin rest on your knuckles, leaning forward. “Are you forfeiting? Is this a forfeit I’m hearing?” He doesn’t respond. You sigh. “Choi Soobin, are you settling with a D? A tiny, miniscule, measly D?” Beomgyu lets out a snort. You shoot him a sharp stare. “The other Choi, please shut the fuck up unless you want me docking points from you. Choi number one, please start your presentation.
Beomgyu straightens in his seat and Soobin hesitantly clears his throat, turning towards the blank, white projector screen as he holds the clicker with a visibly shaky hand. “Good— good evening,” he starts. “My name is Choi Soobin, and today I was tasked to explain why I am the coolest housemate out of the six. The answer is I am not. I’m not very cool. But—”
When he clicks to the next slide, your clipboard clatters on the ground.
“But I do have a hedgehog, and that’s kinda cool?”
“Holy shit,” you exhale a breathy squeak, the picture of the rodent’s cute little snout occupying half of the large screen. Soobin cycles through a bunch of photos of his hedgehog and the various screams of delight you’re eliciting after each photo makes him smile a little bit more. “Look at that little guy! Oh my god. What’s his name? Where is he? Can I meet him? Please let me meet him, Soobin I am begging you, I will get on my knees for you.”
“His name is Odi and he’s currently living at my parents’ house,” he explains. “I’ll invite you sometime.”
“That’s cheating! This isn’t part of the guidelines!” Jake interrupts, pointing an accusatory finger at the photo of Soobin holding Odi in his hands. Your coos are unceasing.
Heeseung nods along. “Professor, I believe this is completely unrelated to our topic at hand.”
Soobin looks visibly offended. You straighten your expression and click your tongue. “Ahem,” you start. “As much as I believe that Odi is the darn cutest little shit to ever exist and I will die for him given the chance, Heeseung is right. Mr. Choi, I’m afraid I’d have to give you a C.”
He presses the clicker. The slide is back to the video of Odi running down a slide.
“Okay. B minus.”
Now it’s the one where he’s laying stomach-up on the floor.
“Fuck. God dammit. B plus and that’s it. Soobin, sit down. Heeseung, you’re up next.”
Soobin seems satisfied with the grade, dimples popping out with a smile as he takes Heeseung’s seat in the audience when the latter readies himself for his turn. He stifles out a cough-laugh, one corner of his mouth crookedly twitching upward, confidently sauntering up to the front with his iPad, and it’s mildly unsettling because he’s usually Nervous Boy #2. But it’s almost cheating how pretty his teeth are when he’s smiling. 
And apparently he’s aware of that fact. Because after projecting his title slide (LEE HEESEUNG 101: the anatomy of a Cool Guy™), the next thing that appears is actually a photo of his very charming smile, coupled with Chip Skylark’s “My Shiny Teeth and Me” as the background music for his scientifically-grounded explanation. The next slide is a zoom in of his eyes next to a photo of Bambi. He has a venn diagram. This is actually pretty compelling.
Heeseung is a good speaker. He’s really good. The rest of his presentation goes smoothly, finishing it up with a list of references in APA format. Jake and Jay give him a round of applause.  “If you have any questions, I’ll be more than happy to answer them,” he smiles.
“That was a fantastic presentation, Mr. Lee. I particularly liked the part when you demonstrated your ability to make very impressive, but also very alarming sounds with your fingers.” You flip through your very blank clipboard, nodding and throwing out hums at the times you deem appropriate. “I’d give you an A plus, but...I have one question for you.”
He nods. “Yes?”
“Heeseung, can you hug me?”
It evidently catches him off-guard, just as you predicted— persona of confidence crashing down like a waterfall as he stutters out, “Wh—what?”
You clear your throat. “Only cool people are able to hug me. I need to confirm that you’re cool.”
“I can hug you!” Jake declares right next to you.
You blindly reach out your arm to give him a head pat. “See. Jake says he can hug me so he must be pretty cool. Heeseung, you can do the same, can’t you?
There it is. He’s back to being nervous and you feel like your job here is done. “O–of course,” he stifles out, following it with a strained laugh of weak incredulity. “Why wouldn’t I be able to hug you?”
“Then prove it.” You stretch out your arms, ready to squeeze and be squeezed. “Give me a big ‘ol squeeze, pretty boy.”
You stay like that for ten seconds as Heeseung remains glued to his spot in front, eyes shaking and nipping at the dead skin on his lips. You let your arms fall back to your sides. “Okay. C minus. Next.” His expression quickly transforms into offense.
“I feel like this grading system is a scam.”
“No hug, no opinion. Sit your ass down,” you click your tongue, smacking him with the clipboard when he weakly trudges back and squeezes next to Beomgyu on the crowded seat to your left with the box of snacks occupying most of the fake log, even though there’s clearly enough space next to you because Jay already started walking to the front even without your instruction.
Jay does not give an introduction, only a rough clear of his throat and he opens his presentation with just a slide occupied with his face. Slide two is another picture of his face, only slightly zoomed out. The next one has the hashtag JWU. Then there’s a full body mirror selfie.
The rest of the presentation proceeds in the same manner— a wordless slideshow of what is possibly his Instagram feed and before you know it, it’s already over. “Okay,” you exhale, pressing your palms together in front of your lips. “I understand that you are indeed a very handsome individual, Mr. Park, but what does that have to do with the assigned topic?”
“The question is why I am the coolest one here,” he says. “I’m cool because I’m Jay Park.”
It falls quiet.
You finally break the silence.
“Shit, that’s a pretty compelling argument.”
“This is bullshit!” Sunghoon argues. “He didn’t even say anything! There was no discussion! He should be disqualified.”
Jay remains unfazed. He defends with irrefutable wisdom, “Sometimes pictures speak louder than words.”
“Damn.” You let your clipboard fall to your lap. “I’m giving you an A.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Your decision elicits outrage from some of your students. “How is he getting a higher grade than me?!” one of them raises.
“He’s getting a higher grade because he doesn’t think I have cooties, Heeseung.” 
Heeseung throws his arms in the air in defeated frustration as Jay takes his snug seat right next to you again, a victorious smile gracing his face. You run your eyes through your scratch paper once more, pen tapping at the edge of the board. “Beomgyu, do you want to go next?” you ask, which is a mistake on your part because he starts acting just as obnoxious as Heeseung, which— if anything— just triggers your desire to make him crumble to his knees.
He even pulls out a lecture stick, testing it out by snapping it at full length on his palm. Is the fucker trying to go after your role as professor? Where the fuck did his glasses suddenly come from?
“Alright,” Beomgyu begins, the first slide displaying the words Why Choi Beomgyu is the coolest Housemate. “First thing’s first, does anyone in the audience know what my name is?”
“Oh, me!” Jake raises his hand. “Choi Beomgyu!”
“Correct!” The next slide appears when he hits the screen with the stick, revealing his name in a large, bold font with large spaces in between each syllable. “Choi. Beom. Gyu. Choi Beomgyu. Now, I’d like to direct your attention to this specific syllable right here—” he draws a circle around ‘Beom,’ “—what does Beom mean?”
“Offense,” Sunghoon answers. Beomgyu’s face scrunches up.
“What? Fuck, no. Another meaning— oh! Yes, Soobin hyung?”
“Tiger?”
His eyes brighten. “Exactly!” 
The next slide is a photo of a tiger on a field of green grass, grooming its fur as Beomgyu passionately rattles on with fun facts about the animal. You have no idea where this is going. “Tigers are some of the most amazing creatures on the planet, they are the largest members of the cat family and are renowned for their power and strength. As the largest member of the cat family, Tigers are strong, powerful and one of nature's most feared predators—”
“Did you get that from a website?” Jay interrupts.
Beomgyu dismisses him. “Yes, I did, but that’s not the point. The point is—”
Next slide. A hit from his lecture stick. It’s more text. Beom = Tiger. Beom = Choi Beomgyu’s cute nickname. Tiger = Beomgyu. 
“We have discussed that tigers are the coolest animals in the world. My name has tiger in it. Therefore I am the coolest person here. End of presentation. Thank you.”
He drops the stick to the ground and is about to walk away with Jake’s applause, but your penetrating stare stops him right before he reaches the crackling bonfire. You scribble on the clipboard before letting it settle face-down on your lap. You look up at him. “Beomgyu, are you a furry?”
Beomgyu freezes. He lets your question settle in his system before voicing out a very loud, very crunchy, “What the fuck?”
“Is this your way of telling us that you’re a furry?” 
“No! What are you talking about?” he hisses. “I’m just saying that since tigers are cool, that means I’m also cool and—”
“So, you’re identifying with a tiger?” you cut him off.
He presses his lips together, cautious. “Yes…”
“Because you have the word tiger in your name?”
“Yes.”
“And because they’re cool?”
“Yes. We’ve established that alr—”
“Okay, so you’re a furry?”
“Ye— no!” he yells out. “I’m not a fucking furry!”
“Understood. You’re a furry in denial.” You write something down on the clipboard. Beomgyu’s shoulders slacken in defeat. “I’m giving you a B plus. Take a seat, Tigerboy.” Though he grumbles in distaste, he listens to you anyway, trudging deflatedly back to his seat next to the equally grumbly Heeseung.
There are two people left to be victimized. Jake looks excited, so you don’t want to indulge his positive emotions. “Sunghoon,” you call out with a pleasant smile. He squeezes his eyes shut and mutters something under his breath before forcing himself up the log without you having to tell him. “Good boy. Go set up your thing.”
Unlike the rest, Sunghoon doesn’t have a laptop or phone or flash drive with him when he awkwardly takes the presenter spot in front. He’s standing on the balls of his feet, arms tucked behind his back and lips tightly pressed together nervously. “Mr Park,” you pull down your clipboard. “You’re free to project your slides.”
“Well,” he coughs out. “The thing is.”
“Yes?”
He exhales loudly. “I don’t have any slides.” You raise a brow. “I don’t know how to use powerpoint.”
You look at him. “I see.”
“I don’t know how to use this projector, either.”
You pause.
“Okay. I understand.” He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Alright, next present—”
“Wait!” Sunghoon stops you. “I can still give my presentation, I don’t need any dumb slides! I’m just as cool, if not cooler than the rest of them, so you can’t just skip over me.”
“Mr. Park,” you start. “Unfortunately, one of the criteria for this presentation is the quality and organization of your slides. I do not see any slides being presented, Mr. Park. You may present next time once you’re fully prepared.”
“What about Jay?” he tries to reason. “He just showed you a preview of his camera roll!”
The man in question has his mouth hanging open, pausing in the middle of stuffing a nicely toasted marshmallow into his mouth. You let out a sigh. “He had philosophy, Mr. Park. Philosophy,” you explain. “Do you have philosophy? Are you confident that you can convince me with your words alone? Without the help of cute animals and pictures of your pretty face?”
At the mention of his face, his knitted brows of frustration quickly melt into faint pink hues dusting his cheeks. You sniffle a little, rubbing a finger under your nose as you flip through the next page of the clipboard that’s resting on your lap. “Meet me in my office after class,” you tell him. Sunghoon grunts and stomps back to his seat in defeat.
“This sucks balls.”
“You have quite a few options to pick and choose from here,” you hum. “Jake, you’re the last one up. Please tell me you have a presentation prepared.”
“I do, and it’s gonna blow your mind,” he grins.
“Looking forward to it.” You watch blankly as Jake runs up to the front to connect his laptop to the projector, an excited bounce in his every movement and you start wondering how you can shatter this one’s hopes and dreams.
He asks if he can start. You give him a nod. At the click of a button, something boomerangs into the blank screen with 2007 Windows graphics and animation. The atrocious mismatch of fonts say Jake Sim is the coolest one here and here’s why.
“Reason number one—” Jake starts his presentation, turning over to the next slide and your vision is attacked with more outdated graphics, more jarring transitions and animations. “—I’m super funny. Allow me to demonstrate.” He begins by clearing his throat. “What did the Italian chef get sent to jail for?”
“What?” you go along.
“Too much assault.”
An assault is also a very proper descriptor for his PPT aesthetic. An assault to your eyes. It’s like watching a car crash that you can’t look away from even if you try. Reason number two is that he has a great smile (he does). Reason number three is because he has a dog (he also does). Reason number four doesn’t exist because he miscounted and skipped over to Reason number five.
“And lastly, Reason number ten—”
He takes something out of his pockets. It’s a couple dozen bills being thrown into the air.
“I have a lot of money.”
The rest of the boys are quiet. Jake grows quiet too, chest rising and falling after that very enthusiastic presentation and his wide grin slowly melts into that muddled with nervousness and unease because you aren’t saying anything yet— just looking at him with stern eyes and a sharp gaze. “W-well?” he rasps. “How did I do…?”
“How much?” you ask. He cocks his head in confusion. “How much money do you have?”
“Oh.” Jake blinks, now understanding. “I don’t know but it’s a lot.”
Your eyes sparkle, posture straightening. “Will you give me some of that money?” The unease has left Jake and has now transferred to the other five boys around you. Oh boy. Oh no, their eyes all seem to be saying.
“Sure, why not.”
You clap your hands together. “Jake wins. Class dismissed. Good night.”
It doesn’t take long for chaos to break out.
Heeseung and Jay are demanding for a recount (there is nothing to count except the sweet, sweet cash you’ll be receiving) and Beomgyu accuses you of being a slave to capitalism (that should’ve been evident from how you tried to scam money out of them with nudity and a jar on your first week here). Soobin starts clearing up the projector set-up and Sunghoon is on his knees begging for another chance to do his presentation as you watch the digits on your phone screen bump up in real-time when Jake wires you a decent chunk from his bank account.
Another successful day at the residence. This heatwave is better than you thought.
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HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.
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itsmyfriendisaac · 2 years
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Front Cover: Ryan, a Chinese American fashion stylist, is upset to learn that his next client is an uncooperative actor from Beijing named Qi Xiao Ning. Both men share a strong disdain for each other initially, but as they begin spending time together off the clock, an unexpected attraction begins!
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luvyeni · 11 months
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— LUVYENI'S 6K DRABBLE SPECIAL !!
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hi my loves 💓 i recently hit 6k followers 🎉. thank you guys so much for this. i wanted to do something special so i wrote six different drabbles and will be releasing them every day this week, starting tomorrow ! once again thank you for 6k and i hope you enjoy the works <3
+ works contain 18+ content MINORS PLEASE DON'T INTERACT !
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♡. SUNDAY !
bestfriend brother + jake
summary. fucking jake up in his room while your bestfriend is celebrating her birthday downstairs.
🔖: 18+ , make-outs, marking, unprotected sex (he pulls out) , dirty talk
♡. MONDAY !
bad boy + lee jeno
summary. jeno makes it up to you for missing his tutoring session with you.
🔖: 18+ , public sex, fingering , dirty talk
♡. TUESDAY !
bestfriend + jeongin
summary. jeongin knows he can treat you so much better , as long as you give him a chance.
🔖: 18+ , oral (f. recieving) , fingering , squirting, dirty talk
♡. WEDNESDAY !
boyfriend + yeonjun
summary. a roadtrip with yeonjun turns into you sucking him off while he's driving.
🔖: 18+ , blowjob while driving , dirty talk , oral fixation, dangerous driving.
♡. THURSDAY !
tattoo artist + nakamoto yuta
summary. showing yuta your new surprise tattoo leads him to fucking you in his office.
🔖: 18+ , unprotected sex , breeding kink , cigarette smoking
♡. FRIDAY !
sisters bestfriend + karina
summary. you're in love with your sister's bestfriend and she catches you moaning her name while using your vibrator.
🔖: 18+ , usage of a vibrator , fingering, a little boob play , dirty talk
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SYNOPSIS: yang y/n is your typical IT girl and an upcoming model. brands after brands are reaching out to her, hoping to be able to at least have one photoshoot with her. soon gaining herself the “star model” nickname after hybe uni students and news medias started referring to her as that. but what happens when choi yeonjun returns from his year long modeling contract to find out that y/n took his “star model” title? obviously he has to take it back from her since it was his first, but hey no hard feelings right?
PAIRINGS: model/uni student!yeonjun X model/uni student!reader , second lead!heeseung.
GENRE: smau with some written parts. comedy, fluff, a little angst, college au, strangers to enemies?? to lovers.
FEATURING: all of TXT, all of Enhypen, yunjin(le sserafim), keeho(p1harmony), & jisung(nct). more will be side/background characters. nct will be mentioned a lot bc i love nct.
WARNINGS: profanities!! mentions of kissing. some suggestive content(no smut!!). kys/kms jokes. all lowercase intended. mentions of violence (nothing extreme, light hearted empty threats to friends). incorrect time stamps. all of txt and enha are in a frat together. college parties so mentions of alcohol. jake and jay are fuckboys.
STATUS: on going!
UPDATES: whenever i can!
START DATE: october 16, 2023
END DATE: TBA
PLAYLIST: official playlist | might add to it throughout this fic
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello hello!! this is my first smau ever and also my first post on tumblr. i’m not sure how tumblr really works so apologies in advance if updates ever mess up! i just wanna say a heads up that i am a full time college student & working so updates can vary depending on my free time. i’m extremely nervous about this but i would love feedback! please let me know if there’s any warnings i should add as i go in case i miss them. thank you so much!! ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა
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TAGLIST: @yourbeomiebear @breakmyheartlater @jwnghyuns @666eren @minjiji-03 @dimplewonie @idgyuaf @222brainrot
PROFILES:
the interstate & it’s inhabitants | you know what else is big? my feet | hot mess express
01: I don’t like being left out
02: daddy’s home, home for me
02.5: caps and proper punctuation
03: september 24, 1st year of highschool
04: don’t be rude to my sissy { written }
05: someone cooked here
06: LLLLLLLL + RATIO + FUCK YOU + 🤣🤣
06.5: nineteen other dudes??
07: “i think im in love bro” “that’s so fake of you”
08: desperate loser men
09: n/a
10: n/a
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yocioon · 5 months
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⠀ “i wanna feel every inch, baby.”
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐔𝐏 . . . he’s had an eye for you ever since he attended one of your dance competitions. they were low key. grounded. something only few people in town knew about, let alone even attended. yeah, sure, it was a coverup for.. other activities, but the main eye candy was you. also, your team, of course. but you were front and center for all performances, so everyone’s attention revolved around how smoothly your body moved.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the sweat beads that tainted your perfectly silky skin were incomparable to the absolute raw adrenaline rush that surged your body the moment you stepped onto that prattled and dented flooring. it wasn’t ideal, but you had to work with what you got. tossing and turning on the floor caused bruising, sure, but you made up for it by complimenting your aggression with an equally fierce look spread across your face.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he loved every part of you. your expressions. your sharpness. your body language. your outfits. everything.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he especially loved a specific move you did in all of your performances where you’d slowly maneuver your chest to the ground with your legs spread out on either side. then, you’d retract with your ass perked up perfectly, moving it up and down according to the beat of the song playing.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it entranced everyone. including himself. and when he had alas got you to invite him over for a “few drinks” he was able to slip in a request he’d been dying to ask you. well, not so much as ask, per se. but with how much he had to drink, he thought he was asking you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ass up, just like your little trick” a simple phrase that caught you off guard, yet the alluding slurring of words that weaved its way into his speech danced around your head and caused you to listen oh so obediently.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the next few actions were a complete and utter blur. except for when his girthy erection slipped through your drenched folds with ease, a squealed moan trickling from your lips as your eyes rolled back completely. your face was slump into the pillow below you, his hand firmly engraving into the dip between your shoulder blades as he aligned his opposite hand with your waist.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he seemed so nice when you first approached him. so gentle. so.. caring. yet, the way he was handling your body was the absolute opposite. it was rough. nasty. vile, even. though it had you creaming all over his dick like a damn popsicle. with each ass slap and feral rut he gave you, you couldn’t help but respond with a complimentary soft moan that had him going ballistic.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the way you squeezed around him so deliciously, and your sounds that send chills down his spine, had turned him into a mad man. your cunt sucked him in with pure ease, your juices entwining with one another and decorating his lower abdomen and upper thighs with crystalline liquids. the sounds of his hips bucking at yours filled the room entirely, overlapping with your cries of ecstasy.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the bruises that already littered your skin were now covered in love bites from the man, his hands grasping at your breasts so much that prints were left on them when the two of you were done. when he told you he wanted every inch of you, he sure as hell meant every damn word. you weren’t complaining, other than the fact you wouldn’t be able to move for a few days to come and your team was going to undeniably kill you for such.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“you take me so well, precious, just like that.”
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KIM NAMJOON. JUNG HOSEOK. MIN YOONGI. kim jinseok (matthew). CHOI SAN. song mingi. jeon jungkook. LEE CHAN (DINO). kim mingyu. lee hoseok (wonho). sim jake. PARK SUNGHOON. park jay. kang taehyun. yoon keeho. HWANG INTAK.
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𐙚 ⠀ ˖⠀⠀ ۫ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 : take this and eat it. i thought of only jhope when writing it but since i didn’t specify, i leave it up to you guys to interpret. 😋🤞 nighty night
© 𝐘𝓞𝐂𝐈𝓞𝓞𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑⠀♱⠀mature discretion advised. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize or steal works.
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seulgosjeans · 1 year
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I've been catching up on lookism lately and this is my controversial take everyone!!
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lixiektty · 6 months
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lixiektty's kinktober masterlist 2023
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after taking a long break i'm happy to announce my ACTUAL first kinktober. last year didn't work out, it was hard to keep up with and i had NOTHING written lol. very excited to share these works with you, i love writing horror fiction and creating my own concepts so i hope you all enjoy reading these as much as i did writing them.
warning: 18+, gore and some mxm
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posting schedule:
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day one: the range • lee heeseung — squirting
coming october 4th...
day two: pure innocence • yang jeongin — corruption
coming october 7th...
day three: odd eye, level 0 • shin quanrui — edging
coming october 8th...
day four: ghost • hyunlix — pain kink (mxm)
coming october 11th...
day five: the white room • jeon jungkook — breeding
coming october 14th...
day six: care • bang chan and lee minho — body worship
coming october 15th...
day seven: craving you • park sunghoon — biting
coming october 18th...
day eight: dinner plate • yeonbin — marking (mxm)
coming october 21st...
day nine: haunted • jung wookjin — bdsm
coming october 22nd...
day ten: carved • park jongseung — dry humping
coming october 25th...
day eleven: freak show • mark lee — exhibitionism
coming october 28th...
day twelve: man in the mirror • minsung — mirror sex (mxm)
coming october 31st...
day thirteen: scream • jake sim — role play
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