#man some scenes are just made for the colour pop

[amaya-writes]

the promise ring thing sounds so cute omg! could i req megumi with his childhood love they're just innocent lil kids (well not that little maybe like 12-13 ish?) and he just thinks reader is ,, magical and he's maybe seen or read sm that talks about giving someone you love a ring so he gives reader a cute ring, maybe a ring pop?

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: I think you wanted a scene where he actually gives reader the ring but I just thought the idea of him buying the ring with Gojo was so cute so I did this instead

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru

Fem reader, you/yours

A promise ring wasn't a light commitment. Or at least, that was what the store advertising those flashy rings with colourful crystals had said.

It was a token of your undying affection for the person you gifted it to, a symbol of your promise to stay by their side and cherish them for as long as you knew each other.

But most importantly, it was a promise—a promise to one day solidify your relation into something more, to create a permanent bond of mutual love and trust.

And how could a gullible tween like Megumi ever turn down such compelling advertising?

He didn't care that Gojo let out innumerable coos and taunts as Megumi excitedly ogled at the glass display, or that any of his schoolmates could walk past that store at that moment and witness the great Fushiguro Megumi gawking over a Sanrio ring.

He wanted that ring, no- needed it.

"Gojo-"

"Not gonna happen, kid."

Megumi couldn't help the annoyed frown that tugged on his lips. Gojo had given him a clear ultimatum when they stopped by that shop, if Megumi wanted the ring, he had to tell Gojo why.

Normally that wouldn't have been much of an issue, except Gojo knew you. He had seen you at least a handful of times helping Megumi after class or chastising him for beating up yet another kid.

And knowing the insufferable jujutsu sorcerer, he would most definitely pull some embarrassing stunt if he knew who Megumi's crush was.

His crush. The thought itself was a little surprising.

Fushiguro Megumi, a delinquent known for being a troublesome loner, had a crush on you, the smart, pretty and absolutely perfect girl who was unfortunate enough to be his seat partner.

And he wanted to give you a promise ring.

His cheeks dusted pink as he envisioned himself giving you the pink and white my melody ring that would no doubt have you giggling in delight. The sight earned another mocking taunt from Gojo as he whipped out his phone to click a quick picture, making Megumi glare at the black device.

He would work on deleting that photo later, but for now, Megumi needed to get that ring.

A sigh fell from his lips as Megumi dejectedly muttered your name. He had tried saying it as softly as he could, but judging by the wide grin on Gojo's face, the white-haired man had defintely heard.

"How adorable, you're crushing on that cute girl who helps you with your homework."

Megumi didn't bother gracing him with a response, instead moving to enter the shop. He had to secure the my melody ring before someone else stole it!

"Hey, Megumi-kun, think I should put in a good word for you?"

Gojo's sing-song taunt made Megumi throw a murderous glare over his shoulder, earning a loud laugh from Gojo.

"Oh come on, what's with that look? I would an amazing wingman."

Gojo continued with his teasing even after the two successfully left the shop with the ring, but Megumi couldn't find it in himself to feel as annoyed a he usually would.

Instead, he felt a swarm of nervous butterflies run rampant in his belly.

Megumi was finally going to confess to you with a promise ring. He just hoped you wouldn't turn him down.

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[altschmerzes]

THE 13 BOOKS I READ IN 2023 IN ORDER FROM BEST TO WORST + THE PROTAGONIST'S SUPERLATIVE. PART 2.

6. A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engel. a timeless classic that i love love love. meg is such a fun protagonist and i really enjoyed experiencing this as an adult again. the whole like… helpless devastated rage she feels when she realizes that adults can't just. fix everything? that sequence will always rattle me around like a mason jar fulla beans. she's such a like… man. the way the narrative was like. this isn't fair. it isn't right. it's happening anyway. i'm so sorry, but it's happening anyway. that really got me.

Protagonist: Meg Murry. Most Likely To Have A Profound And Life Altering Impact On Adolescent Weird Girls Who Read Her Book.

7. Whiskeyjack by Victoria Goddard. third book in the series, slightly less fun than the others but only very slightly. i cannot emphasize enough how difficult it was to rank like, 2-8. had some VERY fun stuff with like…. things you learn that then go back and recontextualize everything else. ended on a scene that made me fucking sob which is always a plus in my book. themes of FAMILY and LOYALTY and SACRIFICE. my fucking beloved. yes please. the pov character continues to have a horrible little time. also love that.

Protagonist: (again, series has dual protagonists, so switching back) Peregrine Dart. Most Likely To Be The Unwitting Conduit Of The Deus Ex Machina. Deus Ex Dart.

8. One By One by Ruth Ware. just a really good classic mystery thriller. i love a mystery thriller, and ruth ware seems to always hit for me. managed to pull off a pov switch between two pov characters one of whom had a massive, MASSIVE secret without it seeming completely nonsensical once revealed or relying on the pov character talking in deliberately obtuse or evasive ways that would be really tiresome and insulting if carried through. there was a set of tech bro startup characters that were obnoxious and infuriating in exactly the way that those people are in real life, so points for that for SURE even though i did wanna throttle them.

Protagonist: Erin (Lastname). Most Deserving Of A Tropical Vacation.

9. The Ritual by Adam Nevill. this is the most brutal book i have read in recent memory. possibly at all. this guy gets put all the way through the wringer physically and emotionally and it is visceral in the way it is described. the protagonist was a profoundly unpleasant person a lot of the time but this was deliberate and really engaging, honestly. there were some moments of stark self-reflection from him about the ways in which he did not like who he was and the things he did, and when he recognized how like. unfair and cruel he was being to the others in his head. wasn't as good as the movie, imo, but the changes that they made between the book and film made total sense given the sheer level of interiority in the book. and boy howdy how much interiority. whoof.

Protagonist: Luke. Most Surprising Survival.

10. I Am Not Who You Think I Am by Eric Rickstad. i think the most damning thing that can be said about this book is that i literally can't remember almost anything about it. it was compelling in some ways and there were a few very specific moments that i was really gripped by but most of it was like. a really flat letdown. it was interesting enough as a mystery that i finished it but i don't even really remember why, now.

Protagonist: Wayland Maynard. Most Forgettable Guy.

11. The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken. just. ugh. dystopia ya in a bad way. too complicated and not well established. dumbass colour coding system. it could've been so fun, i love traumatized teenagers with powers and an evil government in all sincerity but this just did not do anything good with it. it looked like it COULD have but it DIDN'T. the love interest character was a DICK. there was some weird gender takes that popped out of nowhere. jump-scared by gender. did enjoy watching the movie though because it was fucking insane and gave me a scene where the protagonist and the love interest shared a passionate embrace over what fully appeared to be the dead body of the love interest's theoretical best friend. amazing. no notes.

Protagonist: Ruby Daly. Most Likely To One Day Decide She's Tired Of Being Nice And She Does Want To Go Apeshit Actually.

12. Reputation by Sarah Vaughan. [VIDEODROME PRESCREEN AUDIENCE REVIEW WHERE THEY JSUT WROTE 'SUCKED' AND GOT SO UPSET ABOUT HOW BAD IT WAS THEY MARKED THE WRONG GENDER] this book was BAD. the writing was bad. the characters were bad and not on purpose. the politics of the book were uh. whoof. what if white girlboss feminism was a novel. points for some of the hardest i've laughed tho at Nice Dick Mike the journalist that the protagonist cannot respect after she sleeps with him and Lady Cop With Bangs, the traitor to womanhood.

Protagonist: Emma Webster. Most Likely To Submit An Extremely Long Post To Reddit Dot Com Slash Am I The Asshole That Leaves Out A Lot Of Like, Extremely Critical Information That When Uncovered All Makes Her Look Really Fucking Bad While She Seems To Still Think It Was Entirely Irrelevant And Honestly Unfair To Even Consider. Gd Forbid Women Do Anything.

UNCATEGORIZED: 21st Century Jocks: Sporting Men And Contemporary Heterosexuality by Eric Anderson. there was simply no way to rank this among the others, it was too completely different. they were all very different books but this was just. entirely different. had a wonderful time with it though!! gave me a lot to think about as someone who thinks a lot

thank you for joining me on this journey. i loved reading books again this year and would wholeheartedly recommend anything ranked 1-9 on this list, provided you like the genre/vibe.

#gav gab #book club with gav #long post

[usermarquez]

it’s bothering me so much. maybe he’ll never win another title again or another race. but i don’t want his legacy to be someone who was felled at his glory. a tragic figure. some kind of cautionary tale of an athlete who pushes too hard and pays the price. i mean yeah i guess he’s all that. but he’s also marc marquez. a half-boy half-man who crawled back from diplopia to win a title and made it to motogp. who fought all his idols and came up victorious. a boy who was brave and wild and bigger than life. there’s so much more to him than just…. all these sad things….. like….. don’t you just remember all those bright, wide smiles….. that rookie who stared at the camera with shiny eyes and endless optimism…… the rider who braves through insults and use them to power him up….. the man that pops up into your mind when someone says what doesn’t kill you make you stronger…… the boy who wants to win….. the rider who reinvigorated everyone’s passion for the sport when he burst into the scene……. idk why i’m word vomiting but…. i’m so desperate for people to see it. he’s not a tragic figure. yes what happened to him was, is tragic…. but he’s not….. he’s so full of life, full of passion and faith…….. he’s the sun….. he’s not… it’s not sad goddamn it….. he’s so alive and it’s so vivid and every time you look at him it’s like colours are exploding in your vision….. to reduce his legacy to just someone tragic……. we should celebrate his passion! his zeal for life! his thirst for victory! his dedication! his love for the sport! THAT is his legacy…… someone who never gives up…. someone who falls to his knees and gets back up again… and not….. not some flame snuffed before its time…..

#someone sedate me my insomnia acting up #nadya.txt

[deliciouswastelandgoddess]

Kinnporsche and Queer Dressing - The Genius of Kinnporsche's Wardrobe

Also read:

The Genius of Kinnporsche's Humour

The Genius of Kinnporsche's Intimacy The Genius of Kinnporsche's Plot Twists

I remember the first time I came across any KP content on Tumblr - it was the entire boat scene set where Kinn is leveling a gun at Porsche asking him to be his bodyguard and P just yeets himself off of the boat. I had no prior knowledge or context for this but I still remember thinking - this looks fruity as hell. And I know it was because of alot of things but primarily it was because of how Kinn was dressed. So I bring to you my take on how Kinnporsche utilizes each character's wardrobe to frame their queerness in the narrative - four characters in particular actually - Tankhun, Kinn, Vegas and Porsche.

I want to prelude this by stating that I like to think of Kinnporsche as a romantic/comedy/action show which happens to have a gay lead pair rather than a gay mafia show - I think the cast and crew have gone out of their way to make it feel that way as well because while there exists a distinctive queer experience of life, in the end people are people and no amount sexuality or gender differences will stop us from empathising and sympathising with a character.

A character's wardrobe can be a powerful tool in delivering narrative short hand. Some short-hands can contribute to creating excessively harmful stereotypes but if done right it can engage the target audiences (queer people in this case) by giving them something to relate to. It could be the way someone talks, or their body language, film references and ofcourse their clothes. To me it feels like the KP showrunners went out of their way to find stylists who were in touch with queer pop culture (both western and eastern) and how that reflects in men's wardrobe (all men I would say but gay and gnc men in particular).

1. Tankhun

Tankhun's style is representative of the early western media depiction of what a gay man would dress like. They haven't really confirmed his sexuality in the show so far but I don't think that matters. Even if he turned out to be straight, the roots of his wardrobe choices lay in the out and proud gays of the 70s, 80s and the 90s in the west.

Tankhun sticks to a masculine cut - blouses and trousers - but the fabrics and colors are not what you would expect from western traditional masculine attire. You see a lot of pink - a colour associated with femininity traditionally, eccentric prints, colorful necklaces, glitter, funny sunglasses, leather, furs, ruffles, and ostentatious jackets. He's confidently loud about his gender non-conformity.

It's also interesting to note that while garish colors or prints are not considered effeminate when it comes to traditional eastern clothing for men, the same group of people would consider it effeminate just because the clothes are western. Tankhun really embodies the idea of queer dressing as we see it in western pop culture - this is queer dressing at its loudest. Also I would give my left lung for that floral Cape he's wearing here.

2. Kinn

Kinn at first glance seems to be the antithesis of Tankhun when it comes to his dressing. He is always in his suits and button downs, hair always in place, luxury watches, etc. - he oozes classic western masculine elegance. Very Very masculine and very very elegant. Even his informal clothing and pyjamas are very crisp. But let me remind you again that it was his ombre suit that made me think that something very LGBT seems to be happening in this show.

Porsche should have clocked him the moment he turned up to Yok's bar in this absolute icon of a suit. It's the softest of colours - a faint blush - completely at odds with his first impression of mafia machismo. He still manages to look edgy in it but it's so so feminine and delicate. The legendary ombre suit is iconic not just because it's a beautifully put together fashion moment (I would give both my lungs for this one) but because it frames Kinn's queerness visually rather than just through words or dialogues. Kinn is also the only character in the story who actually calls himself "gay" like sure everyone is gay in KP but he's the only one who owns up to that label. So not only is he an out and proud gay man he's actually in touch with queer fashion sensibilities and not afraid to use feminine/gnc elements in his dressing. It's also great representation to have different types of queer characters expressing themselves.

Once you start noticing his dressing with a keen eye you can really see that very few straight men would dress the way Kinn does but it's a very subtle thing. His penchant for red, his earrings (oh lord his earrings), the rich boy knit t-shirts tucked into his cropped pants, the 6 inches of ankle over his little pull on shoes - he screams gay but like very quietly. The second time Porsche should have clocked him:

Again to add here, earrings aren't considered to be particularly feminine in many Eastern cultures. Also they are gaining mainstream popularity in the west as well. Thirdly steel jewelry for crime lords is a very old media trope. It's still a little fruity though.

Kinn's wardrobe is hands down my favourite in the show for multiple reasons and the understated queerness just makes it even more delicious. I could go on and on about him in just the first episode but alas we have to move on.

3. Vegas

Vegas is again on the subtler side of the queer dressing spectrum - I would argue he is even more understated than Kinn. He employs a bunch of interesting prints but that's actually pretty normal for asian mafia representation in media (eg: the guy standing behind Vegas in the gif).

His most telling outfit was this red satin blouse which is gloriously androgynous - the cut is pretty masculine, the fabric is feminine and colour is something between the two. It isn't soft at all (unlike the ombre suit) but it's very delicate - both delicate and dangerous - it's a lovely dichotomy. Interestingly this is also an outfit that evokes the way lesbians tend to dress which is a very different vibe to Kinn and Tankhun. I can't articulate why this screams lesbian™ but it does and i think it's very neat.

4. Porsche

My second favourite wardrobe in the show after Kinn's. He started out with the most basic straight manwhore™ outfits but slowly came into his queer fashion sensibilities. The stylists understood the assignment with him people. The tailored Italian pants with worned out t-shirts and old chucks just -*chef's kiss*- love to see it, very LGBT of him.

It's also a fun detail because clearly Porsche is a queer character but he isn't really in touch with queer pop culture so he's picking things up from his partner - he's learning. The high fashion Italian pants are obviously an influence from Kinn who is a much more experienced...ah gay, a learned gay, if you will - he be gaying alot longer than Porsche. Funnily enough though, even before Porsche started dating Kinn he exhibited quirks that I can only chalk up to him being a ✨bisexual✨ like not to sound like a Jane Austenesque puritan but what's with all the rolled up t-shirt sleeves huh??

It's an outdated term but Porsche's recent outfits really channel the Y2K metrosexual™. It's also lovely to see the fact, that there isn't a wrong way to be queer, represented in media. Porsche may not exactly fit into the well-read tuned-in category of the Twitter and Tumblr savvy woke™ LGBT community but he is woke because he is a decent human being. He is also the most traditionally masculine in his fashion choices (the cut, the fabric, the colors) amongst the four discussed in this post- the only remotely feminine thing in his outfits is the delicate silver chain and that's it but his wardrobe still manages to feel like it's catering to the...queer gaze, for lack of a better phrase.

~

There isn't really a conclusion to this post except that I really enjoy overthinking about weird details in the media I consume.

+Honorary mentions:

Lady Jessica and Tay - love what they have done with their gender, absolute legends.

#this took me so long long to write #its finally done i am so happy #ombre suit living in my mind rent free #she deserves a whole other meta post lf her own #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #kinnporsche analysis #queer theory #lgbtq

[szasfuckingwife]

ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴇ-ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ

Bonten!Hanma Shuji x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, prostitution, swearing, mention of guy’s liking younger girls, mention of men beings weirdos, Smoking., not proof read, y/n is about 22

It was Friday night. 10.45pm to be exact. The club was vibrating with music, yelling, laughter and some questionable sounds from the club’s bathroom.

Just like every other night, Bonten was at the scene. The 6 men consisted of Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran and Rindou Hairani, Kakucho, Kokonoi Hajime and Hanma Shuji.

Everyone was on their best behaviour due to the gang members being in their presence. The bouncers didn’t question when they skipped the line, the bartenders were extra polite, even the prostitutes who worked their seduced the men respectfully.

Despite being one of the more social members of the group, Shuji was bored as hell. He wasn’t really a club guy, only going once or twice. He didn’t want drinks, he didn’t want a pretty girl on his lap. To be honest, he wanted to go home. But the boys wouldn’t allow him.

“C’mon, Hanma. Lighten up.” Sanzu chuckled as the girl beside him kissed his neck. “Have fun. It’s Friday.”

Shuji groaned. “I’m tired as fuck. You guys forced me here. If it were up to me, I’d be in bed right now.”

Ran raised a brow due as he noticed how unusual his colleague was acting. “You’re planning on going to bed alone? Not me.”

The rest of the men chuckled except Kakucho who was checking his phone. The look on the man’s face made it seem that whatever he was doing on a small screen was way more important than the scene around him.

“Sorry, gentlemen.” Kakucho stood up and grabbed his blazer. “The lady wants me back home tonight. She said she has a surprise for me.”

As the rest of the men whooped and hollered, Hanma saw something that caught his eye.

A pretty girl. She radiated amongst the crowd. Hanma Shuji didn’t know his ‘type’ but if he had one, she’d definitely be the one. He didn’t know whether to move to her or let her come to him.

“Excuse me..bathroom.” He muttered before leaving the booth.

Fuck it, he thought. He has to grow some balls and be the loud mouthed guy that he was once known for.

This was your job. It wasn’t the job you wanted, but it was one you needed. It payed good and sometimes it was fun.

Except when you had to fuck someone who was double your age.

But this was your job. You couldn’t leave it now, where else would you go? So, here you were: all dolled up, wearing a revealing dress and spinning your drink with a straw.

“Pour me a beer.” A voice demanded. A tattooed hand with the word ‘punishment’ rested upon the bar. You followed the hand to his arm and then his face. He was recognisable but you didn’t know his name.

He was handsome. He had narrow eyes that could pierce into anyones eyes. His lips were a little plump and coral coloured. You imagined how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair. It looked soft, especially with the two tones complimenting each other. He looked no older than 30 and no younger than 25.

“You starin’?” He asked you. Your eyes widened at him but then you quickly composed yourself.

With a quick sip of your vodka, you responded. “Would it be a problem if I was?”

“I’m not that handsome, am i?”

You thought about it. He seems like he has a big ego, calling him handsome would do nothing but push his egoistic ass off the roof. But maybe you were wrong.

“Honestly, I was trying to remember your name.”

He chuckled and you swore you never heard such a sexy laugh. It was husky and gravelly. Probably due to his deep voice.

“Hanma Shuji.”

Hanma Shuji, huh? The name felt ancient to you. Like you’ve heard it before you got into this lifestyle.

“What’s yours, pretty girl?”

And that was how you did business. “Y/n.”

Shuji nodded and repeated your name again. You pushed your arms together to make your boobs pop out but it seemed like it didn’t work. Why was this guy so stubborn?

“You’re Bonten, right?” You asked as you turned your whole body to him.

He sipped the beer that the bartender finally gave to him. “What gave it away?”

You took your hand and pulled his collar down a little, revealing the same tattoo you saw with the rest of the members.

As you moved closer, Hanma tried to keep his eyes on yours, but the way your boobs pushed together from this angle caused a tent in his pants to grow. He gulped as your fingers brushed against the ink on his skin.

“I always thought it looked pretty.” You muttered.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The lights of Tokyo flew past you as Hanma drove in his Maybach. He had one hand on the wheel on and the other carried a cigarette.

“Hope you don’t mind.” He said.

You shrugged. “It’s your car. I don’t care.”

When Shuji pulled up to his apartment, you were amazed. The building was beautiful, lavish and luxurious.

After you stepped into the elevator, you noticed how he pressed for the top floor: the penthouse. Wow, this guy was rich as all of Bonten were. Maybe he’d pay more.

“You liked getting fucked for money?” He asked as if it were any old question. It caught you off guard but you decided to answer. After all, this guy could kill you and get away with it if he wanted to.

“Yeah…I mean I’d rather do something else but I got no choice. I guess the only thing that sucks are the weird guys.”

“The weird guys?”

“Y’know, the old guys who are horny as fuck and want the whole fifty shades of grey kinda sex. They like their girls young. And it doesn’t help that I’m the youngest one that works there.”

Hanma hummed. “My friend owns the club. I’ll tell him to not let you fuck any guys you see as weird.”

You don’t know if it was shock or suspicion. Why was he being friendly? You’re not exactly a warm person when it comes to your customers, why was he acting like you were?

However, you didn’t question it. Instead, you let him lead you into his penthouse.

When you walked in, you felt almost unworthy to be there. The walls were a beige-y brown colour with ambient lighting bouncing off it. The dark mahogany floor definitely costed more than the dress you were wearing. Corners of the room were decorated with vibrant green plants and the art that hung on the walks were almost definitely from obscure artists.

It’s not everyday you see a sketch of a nude woman on someone’s wall.

One thing that left you confused was the furniture. It was white. Pristine white, almost snow white.

Surely a yakuza member would want their furniture to be a little darker to hide stains like…blood.

“How much?” He asked.

“Huh?” You broke away from staring at your surroundings. He lit another cigarette.

Hanma blew some of the smoke into the air and walked closer to you. “How much do you like…charge?”

You felt brave tonight. “Depends on if you can make me cum.”

He sighed into a laugh as he took your hand and led you into his room.

Now his room definitely showed his character. The bullets you saw by the closet. A cigarette dish on his bed side table. It might be a reach but he may enjoy smoking. The bandages that were stacked into the bin that was by his on suite bathroom.

Little did you know what you were getting into.

After he closed the door, he stalked up behind you, almost silently.

“Let’s take this off..” He whispered into your ear as he slowly moved the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

The pace at which he was moving made it feel like you were lovers. But this guy was just a fuck. A fuck that was paying you money.

As the dress pooled around your ankles, you heard Hanma huff out another chuckle. “No bra?”

You turned to him. “Most guys don’t know how to take it off.”

“Wear a nice one next time we do this.”

Next time?

Before you could even think, Shuji attacked your neck with kisses and picked you up from the floor. You wrapped your legs around him and met his lips whilst he slowly moved to the bed.

He laid you down on his soft mattress and moved his kisses from your neck to your breasts. You’ve never been handled the way you are now. No one takes the time to prep you before sex, but he did.

Shuji began to suck on your breast, letting his teeth brush against your nipples. Stifling back a moan, your breath quickened.

“You know..I didn’t want to fuck anyone tonight.” He muttered as he slowly moved your laced panties down. “But then I saw you. And I knew I had to have you.”

It was embarrassing. You felt yourself getting wet for a man you barely knew. But everything was so damn hot. He was so damn hot.

“Want me to touch you, Y/n?” He asked even though he was already was. His fingers rubbing your clit slowly. “You want my fingers?”

You nodded desperately, wanting nothing more than the man to fuck you senseless.

“Cmon, I need to hear it.” He smirked. “What do you say when you want something?”

You already knew you were going to beg. “P-Please..Please touch me. I-I want your fingers..”

He kissed your forehead before dipping his two fingers into your sex. A loud moan erupted from your lips. But you were quickly silenced when he kissed you again. “Good girl..”

His pace quickened and his fingers were pounding into you, rubbing your clit with his other fingers.

“Fuck! Hanma! Feels s’good!” You cried as he went faster. Honestly, you felt like cumming already and you’ve barely even begun. But everything was just driving you there.

Shuji felt you tightening around his fingers and he looked back up at you. “Are you close?”

You nodded again.

He smirked and lowered himself to your pussy.

Suddenly, you felt his lips kiss your clit and his tongue licking you up and down. This was too much. You’ve never let a guy do this to you.

“Hanma..fuck-”

You tried to close your legs but he held them back as you finally came on his tongue. Unknowingly, your hips began to grind against his tongue, your legs shaking.

Finally, he was done and he kissed you again. You tasted your own wetness on his lips.

“That’s one. So, is that like five percent off normal price?” He smiled.

Without intention, you smiled back at him and nodded. “Deal.”

He opened his bedside table’s drawer and pulled out a condom before breaking it open with his teeth.

“Wanna put it on me?”

You took the rubber from his hands and pushed it down his length. He exhaled from the feeling of your hands on his dick.

He mentally kicked himself for not noticing you earlier. Then, he’d have more time with you and do all the things he wanted to do.

Next time, right?

Hanma lined himself up with your pussy. Your legs were now over his shoulders and you were breathing heavily.

As he pushed himself into you, you grabbed onto him with all your might.

“It’s alright. I won’t hurt you..” He chuckled.

But then, he ploughed his whole cock inside of you causing you to arch your back and gasp.

This was sex. The other times were fucks but with Hanma, it felt like proper sex.

“‘S so…deep…fuck..” You whispered in between every thrust. The sound of your skin slapping against him sounded so sweet in your ears.

He kissed your ankle as he angles himself so he could ho even deeper. “Fuck, taking me like a champ, huh? You’re not like other girls, hm?”

“Not at all..” You yelped as flipped you around on your stomach.

His ‘sin’ hand held your hair up in his hands as whispered int your ear.

“That’s why I wanna keep you.”

He thrusted back inside of you harder than he did before. With this position, you felt closer to him than you did with the last. You felt his sweat dripping off his head and his lips kissing your shoulders.

Fuck, you could cry over how well he was fucking you.

“Gonna…Gonna cum!” You say out loud. He doesn’t stop or go slower, he keeps that same fast pace.

His fat cock drilled into you as you squirted all over him. Shuji didn’t stop, why would he? He wanted to see if he could do it again.

I mean, now he was getting ten percent off. Might as well make it fifteen.

By now, you’re exhausted and you fall into the bed. Finally, you’ve found your match. You found someone that can actually fuck you well.

He carried on thrusting into you as you were drooling over his pillow. He was driving you crazy with his dick and you were thankful.

“Shit..wanna cum with me? Cum with me , pretty..” He was back next to your ear.

He wasn’t ploughing you like he did before but instead, he was slowly grinding into you. You nodded to his question before his held your hand.

After a few more thrusts, you both orgasmed. Hanma gasped out curses above you whilst you slowly caught my breath.

“So..” He breathed. “Fifteen percent off fine for you?”

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll let you have it for free.”

y/n turning me on i won’t lie

#tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuuji x you #hanma x reader #hanma x you #bonten #hanma shuji smut #shuji hanma

[sexysilverstrider]

A Berry Intense Couple | Volokari (Smut)

   Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that thrived off people’s happiness.

   It was truly a glorious Pokémon. Feathered in a body of pure white and glittered with colours of red and blue on them, one almost found them festive if they decided to appear on joyous festivals. A Togekiss’ smile was always blooming, always bringing smiles and laughter to Pokémon and people alike. While some humans still feared Pokémon for the beast that they were, Togekiss was one of the very few creatures that people sought peace and harmony.

   Not many knew about the beautiful Pokémon. Not a scant saw this rare Pokémon, but when they did, many explained that they felt inexplicable joy bloom in their hearts.  

   To be able to see a Togekiss would be blessing from Arceus above.

   “I can’t believe you!”

   That was…until one menacing merchant decided to live and make peace with the world he was in.

   One woman stomped into the village entrance, stunning the gatekeepers in a mixture of bafflement and confusion. Another man followed her suit, steps not as haughty but expression cold with a glare that could pierce through very metal.

   “You were being careless.”

   She stopped.

   One heel turned, jet black eyes drawn daggers at the tall man before her. “I was being careless?” One hand slapped her chest. “I wasn’t the one who riled up a pack of wild Paras and Parasect!” A huff was given. Harsher. Rougher as the man rolled his eyes.

   The audacity.

    “Don’t you feel a little bit guilty that you almost had those poor Galaxy members almost killed?” The question was toned down—just a bit—so that it wouldn’t rise suspicion from the other villagers. Arceus forbid that he already had a target on his back the second he came back into Jubilife Village.

   However, Akari almost had half a mind to raise the question again in a higher pitch when she saw his guiltless grunt.

   “They’re alive.” was all Volo said.

   Arceus, he pissed her off.

   “They can’t see for a month!” Words seethed through gritted teeth. “Volo, if it weren’t for my quick thinking, those poor members would be blind forever.” Oh, how she wished she could smack some senses into that pretty face. “The mission also almost failed because you decided to show up out of the blue.”

   Arms crossed; Volo held back a twitch from his fingers. “The mission, my dear—” He leaned forward, dull gray eyes widened right at her, “—would have taken forever to complete if weren’t for me being there at the right place and the right time.” He saw her anger fume. He found it utterly adorable.

   He also found it absolutely dangerous as the sight made his lips loose.

   “If it wasn’t for me…you might take a whole year to finally fucking come home…”

   The second Volo saw her eyes widen, he knew he fucked up.

    “Are you for real?!” She shouldn’t be surprised. Akari didn’t even know why she’s still surprised. “I was on a mission! I told you I wouldn’t be home for 12 days!” Mouth dropped agape. One foot slid backwards—both out of shock and out of the power to stop herself from really smacking him in the face.

   “I didn’t say I agreed.”

   Oh, for fuck’s— “Yes you did!”

   “I can’t remember.”

   “VOLO!”

   While the two humans bickered and fought and practically made a scene for themselves, two Pokémon only stood and looked from a few steps away. One was clearly hovering in distress while the other yawned in absolute boredom.

   ‘They don’t look happy,’ Togekiss chirped woefully, wings flapping up and down in wild rhythms.

   ‘No.’ Belial bit back a grin to see his Akari finally raising her right hand.

   ‘We need to do something!’ The Jubilee Pokémon squeaked louder when she saw Volo quickly held Akari’s right wrist. Togekiss was stuck between hovering back and forth, wanting to end their strife but lost on the ideas to end it—

   ‘That’s it!’ Suddenly, an idea popped in her mind. Her voice finally broke Belial’s attention from their wielders—who were now pulling off an odd dance of Akari trying to stomp Volo’s feet and the man nimbly dodging every step.

   Momentarily lost in her plan, Togekiss looked at the Hisuian Tyhplosion. ‘Berries! Berries always make me happy!’ A wide smile shined on her face. ‘When Volo was upset in the past, I used to cheer him up with some berries!’

   Blood red eyes blinked at the cheerful Pokémon. ‘I don’t—’

   “Fuck you!”

   Akari’s voice not only cut Belial off, but it also became the last straw on Togekiss’ resolution. ‘I’ll be right back!’ Black eyes briefly looked at her friends, though the sight of Volo now gripping both of Akari’s wrists and lightly lifting the violently—and hilariously—shaking woman did almost break her smile.

   Almost.

   ‘Keep an eye on them for me!’ Giving a quick peck on Belial’s muzzle, she quickly flew off to the nearest berry tree.

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   ‘I’m back!’

   Curled comfortably on the front porch, he looked upwards. ‘Welcome back, darling.’ A smile, honest and true, was given at her presence.

   With a fairly thick branch full of berries gripped on her talons, Togekiss carefully landed in front of him. ‘I hope I wasn’t too long! I brought a lot!’ She then hovered before him, proudly showing him the literal fruits of her labour.

   Belial only flashed a lazy smile.

   ‘Now,’ Remembering why she took the trouble to find the berries in the first place, Togekiss looked around, ‘where are those two? This will surely cheer them up!’

   His lazy smile was then pursed.

   ‘Ah,’ He lifted his head, red eyes darted to the closed front door behind him, ‘about them…’

   “Fuck!”

   Volo’s voice from inside the house was heard, and it was enough to fuel the Jubilee Pokémon with panic once again. ‘I’m coming, Volo!’ Without haste, she spread her wings and took flight.

   …Or was about to if it wasn’t for Belial holding the branch.

   The action made her stop. Confusion now mixed anew as she looked at him. ‘Belial, let go. Volo and Akari need these berries to calm down and feel happy again!’

   Thinking that he would listen and let go, Togekiss instead huffed questioningly as the male shook his head.

   ‘They don’t need them, my dear.’ Gently, the Typhlosion tugged the branch down, which made Togekiss hover downwards to his eye level. Belial now stood on his hind legs, paw releasing the branch. ‘I mean, they might need it for later.’

   Confusion now slowly shadowed over her worries.

   ‘Meaning?’ she chirped, head tilted to the left and eyes switched between her mate and the noises from inside the house.

   Sometimes, Belial found her oblivious nature to be quite adorable.

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   “Do you know how fucking—” Pap! “—lonely I was to wake up every morning to see you not by my side?!” In and out and in and out he fucked her hard. Callous hands gripped her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as he pushed and pulled her to his very desire.

   Words were void from the woman under him. An aching back arched to feel the tip of cock deep inside of her. Hands numbly gripped the futon below them, nails digging deep into the soft material.

   “V-Vo—ahh—!” A pitchy moan was expelled as he hit a favourite spot. Eyes hazed and tears glistened in each corner, Akari released her grip and reached towards him with one hand. “V-Volo—close—clo—f-fuck—!” She felt her walls tightened. She felt his movements roughened. Slim, strong legs were raised as he leaned towards her. Toes curled deliciously as Akari felt him moving roughly and harshly.

   To see such a feverish gaze. To see such a jutted tongue.

   Pap!

   Volo could only see himself in her beautiful black eyes.

   Pap, pap, pap!

   He loved it. “You’re mine.” To know that she loved him and only him. “No one else’s.” To know that she chose him after all they went through. “Akari…Aka—aa—ri…!” To know that she had opened his once dead heart. “Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari, Akari—!”

   He loved her very much.

   One hand released his grip on her waist, palm nimbly tracing down her stomach. “You’re mine…” His movements staggered. “Take me—” His hips slammed harder. “Take all of me!” Excellent fingers toyed and flicked her soaked clit. Wet, dirty sounds only drove him delirious, making him pinch and flick her clit harder until she exhaled a long moan of his name. “Akari—!”

   The same hand moved upwards, sought solace with her own.

   Leaning his face against her neck, Volo stilled. Strings of cum spurted inside of her, filling her womb with promise that she would never, ever leave his side.

   Eyes rolled to the back, Akari saw white as she came after him. Legs voluntarily locked around his hips, locking him in place with promise that they would always, always be together. A silent moan followed suit, body trembling from head to toe and her pussy pulsated around his throbbing cock.

   The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. In perspective, it should disgust the fuck out of her.

   “Akari…”

   Instead, it only made her heart race at the many reminders of her passionate lovemaking.

   After a few shaky breaths, Volo slowly pulled himself up. Elbows rested on either side of her head. Gray eyes met a pair of dazzling blacks. Pale, parted lips huffed out heavy air that caressed her own wet mouth.

   She found it silly to have Butterfrees in her stomach while also having his cock deep inside of her.

   Bursting a giddy giggle, Akari gently cupped his left cheek. “I love you.” Her smile curled at the corners. “Clingy man.”

   That tickled a chuckle from said man above her.

   Ah, it’s sometimes frustrating to know her body trembled at the sight and sound.

   “I love you too…” Carefully, Volo leaned forward. A kiss, soft and sweet, was bestowed upon smiling lips. “Stubborn woman.”

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   While Togekiss didn’t need to see to know what was going on, the sounds and noises alone were more than enough to put two and two together.

   A serene sigh was released. ‘At least they’re happy again.’ Truly, those two could be the most volatile humans she had ever met.

   Togekiss then felt a gentle bump on her right wing.

   ‘I’m sure they’ll appreciate the berries for dinner later.’ Tucked on all fours, Belial nuzzled into the soft white feathers. The action brought out a giggle from the female, and this only made his smile bigger.

   ‘Yeah…’ Reassured that those two weren’t fighting anymore, Togekiss hopped closer and nuzzled Belial’s cheek with her own.

   Togekiss, by nature, was a Pokémon that truly thrived off people’s happiness.

   Even if that happiness came from the most intense couple in Hisui.

END

#Volo #Akari #Volokari #Hisuian Typhlosion #Togekiss #Pokemon #TADAAAAAAAAAA #HERES SOME SILLY SMUT LMAOOOOO #i saw a japanese comic of something like this #and it awakened somethng in me i wanted to write my version bad #hence this #IM HAPPY I FINISHED SOMETHING HAHAHAH YAAAY! MY BACK #Fafar Writes

[notroosterbradshaw]

Your most memorable scene for me was defo rooster with baby ava in uncle brooster, literally the cutest thing ever!

I loved writing this fic, pure fluff! I'm so glad you enjoyed Uncle Brooster too, bb xx

Tell me my most memorable scene from my fics.

...as you wandered through the masses of guests, someone gently checked you with their hip as you passed and Rooster grinned at you… holding your six-month-old niece, Ava, in his strong arms tenderly.

Well, this was a new development.

“Hi,” he said quietly, lowering to kiss you gently, you cupped his cheek. “I missed you, sweet girl.” 

Shocked, you nodded at Ava. “Me too. I’m so sorry I’m late,” you said, extremely distracted by the sight before you. Rooster chewed his bottom lip, incredibly pleased with himself – he enjoyed rendering you speechless. It didn’t happen easily and it certainly didn’t happen often. “Stealing hearts and infants now?” you teased as he nodded, letting his grin rip wide across his tanned features, you know those warm honey-coloured eyes were dancing behind his mirrored aviators.

“Looks like it.”

“Are you okay? Do you need me to take her?” Something to distract me from looking at you with a baby, perhaps? He shook his head as Ava held his long, slender index finger in her soft hand and he watched her keenly, a little taken with her himself. She was a true beauty. Annie had told him Ava was your dead ringer as a baby, and he could almost believe it.

“I’m good,” he promised. “I’d love a beer though.”

“I think I can do that,” you told him as he smiled and turned his attention back to Ava, cooing in his deep rasp that almost made you want to cry.

Heading to the cooler, you greeted some of Grandpa’s former Top Gun students and Rooster’s superiors as you grabbed Rooster a beer and picked up the champagne bottle for yourself as Annie sidled over to you to say hello.

“Didn’t think you were ever gonna get here. How are those ovaries?” she smiled, nodding over her shoulder to Rooster who was still gently rocking a dozing Ava in his arms. “Give that man a baby, and give that man a baby now.”

“Oh, my God,” you sighed. “Make yourself useful,” you shoved Rooster’s beer and a champagne flute into her hands, popping the bottle and pouring yourself a generous glassful. “You want?”

“No, Ava will need to be fed shortly,” she replied as you took the drinks back.

“Was this your ploy?” you asked, looking back at Rooster.

Christ, was his chest broader today? Was it arms day? He did mention he went for a run on the phone earlier. He usually broke it up and used some of the free equipment near the beach if he felt particularly energetic. He looked so good. You mean, he always did. Sunglasses now in his sun-kissed curls, casual in a crisp white linen shirt untucked over a pair of khaki shorts and barefoot in the plush grass. He was not remotely interested in fashion, but just one of those people with that body that everything fit him perfectly. You groaned that you had to wait to love on him properly, without the gaze of your family and his higher-ups even if it wasn’t a workday. You were already imagining stripping him of that beautifully offensive shirt -  

#asks answered #rooster fic #rooster #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw

[waiting-on-a-dream]

Prisoner 010: Okura Mayumi - Trial 2

General info

Verdict: GUILTY

Physical changes: Mayumi's hair is often tied into a braid now, laid over her shoulder. Unlike the rest of the guilty prisoners, her face isn't pale and she hasn't developed any eyebags. Its likely that she hasn't been plagued by nightmares. Her longer restraints are the only aspect of her uniform that has changed.

Behavioral changes: She's become more reserved and quiet, mostly only talking to Haku as he practices playing the piano. She spends most of her time in her room nowadays, only leaving to ask other prisoners specific questions, as if interrogating them. She just wants to learn the truth about this time.

After talking for a while with Suzume, she now seems to harbor some ill feelings towards her. The air is tense whenever they're in a room together. They always seem to be one wrong move away from snapping at each other. The other prisoners have tried to ask about it, but they refuse to answer. They've been left to sort it out for now.

Trailer art: Mayumi faces you directly, preparing a syringe of medicine with a grim and determined expression. Behind her, two hospital doors with tiny bloody handprints on the frosted window, as if made by children. Blood pools from the gap beneath the doors.

Voicelines

– Second trial trailer

People like you...shouldn't have the right to live.

– Character voice trailer

Its okay. He can't hurt you anymore.

Cover info

Canon Milgram song cover: Purge march (The song ended up being more about Amane defending herself, but I think the guilty part still works for Mayumi.)

DECO*27 song cover: Poison apple (The lyrics and MV gave off her vibes, so I assigned this song to her. Simple as that.)

Non-DECO*27 vocaloid song cover: The world's filth (The lyrics are peak Mayumicore. The music? Not so much. BUT THE LYRICS!)

Music info

Song title: Ecosystem

Song preview: We have no use for you if you can't contribute anything. Everyone has a duty to society. What's your role? To die quietly. GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY.

At some point in our lives, we have to ask ourselves. "Am I the kind of person that stands by and does nothing?" So, what's the answer? Prayers do nothing for anyone. Act upon your greatest convictions!

MV description: Half of her MV is filled with slightly faded pastel colours like her first MV. Starting from the scene when she's in her room, most of the frames are dark and foreboding. The last scene is back to being pastel, but the colours are brighter.

The MV starts with a young Mayumi walking through what looks like a career fair. A baker hands out free samples to an an eager batch of children before directing their attention to the cookies baking a nearby oven. A man dressed as a firefighter helps a young boy to am a hose at the "fire" of a fake building. Mayumi looks around with interest, stopping in her tracks when something catches her eye. A group of girls watching intently as a nurse demonstrates bandaging a man's forearm. Intrigued, she heads over.

A montage of Mayumi sitting in class as her teacher points to a food web drawn on a board. A well-dressed man giving a presentation in a meeting. An architect drawing out the blue prints for a building. A taxi driver picking up a couple from the airport. Mayumi peers at a display of fossils from behind a case of glass. Her brother pops up beside her, dragging his plastic dinosaur toy across the glass. She quickly pulls him away.

The camera cuts to present Mayumi searching up information on her victim. His mugshot pops up, along with a list of his victims. She searches their names one by one. Mio. Nozomi. Kagome. Missing posters turn up for all of them.

The audio of a dialing ringtone mixes with the song. Mayumi raises her phone to her ear, presumably calling someone. An elderly woman answers, her face blurred out. Mayumi twirls a bottle of medicine in her hand as she talks. The woman starts to cry, screaming something into the phone. Mayumi waits for a moment before hanging up. The camera zooms out as she continues to sit by her computer desk in the dark room.

A group of girls gathered around another girl, crumpled to the ground while holding a hand to her bruised face. Men gambling at a casino. A drunkard stumbling out of a bar. A news reported talking about a murder that occurred last night, showing CCTV footage of someone getting stabbed outside an office building. Mayumi's victim on his bed. His heart beat slowing to a stop. The ECG flatlines.

The camera cuts to Mayumi sitting by the defendant's table in the courtroom. The judge is her as well, along with the jury. Everyone in the court room is her actually. Judge Mayumi asks the jury to declare their verdict. Jury Mayumi stands up to read from the slip of paper in her hand. She opens her mouth and the screen goes black before their verdict can be revealed. End.

Author's notes

The second picrew didn't have a pencil skirt option, so I have Mayumi white pants instead. She still wears the same uniform as she did in trial 1 though, picrews just don't always work out.

Picrews used: - https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/1458900 - https://picrew.me/image_maker/1820833

#I don't like how her second picture looks like Makima #milgram #milgram oc #ocgram #prisoner 010: okura mayumi

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard: Volume 1

This is the first interview in a series with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary. 

Remember, this year’s Reading Challenge begins July 15, so polish up those MFL lists.

Let’s meet our first author:

SweetSirius/ @wordthieve

How many fics have you written?

11 in total, 4 in the Schitt’s Creek fandom.

When did you publish your first fic on AO3?

November 2018

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3. 

Lessee. A lot of the time it starts with a scene in my head, and if it’s a good one I start building around it. If I really like it I start making dot points. In more organised fics, I map out the arc of the whole story, but it often starts with me fleshing out one scene in particular. 

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

Working Out! The reddit thread it came from was utterly adorable. Someone on the discord suggested a fic could be written, and I thought they were right, so I jumped in without thinking and put my hand up. I loved the idea of fitting it to Patrick and David, and the challenge of thinking hard about how someone might make that realisation without being afraid of it. I liked the idea of structuring it with a songlist full of meaningful lyrics, but YIKES, it took forever. I think my favourite part might be the date. I love a happy ending. *wink*

I always worry about fics after I’ve posted them. And even though this blew out to almost 9K, I wonder if I rushed it, if it feels too laboured. 

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

I’d say the most important thing is that you like what you’ve written. Write it for you. Write what you like to read. Also there are some lovely, lovely people out there, and a lot of them read fics.

Most memorable comment you’ve had on one of your fics?

Oh man. I can’t possibly single one out. Every single comment on You Can Fall (my first SC fic) is lodged in my heart. The early ones that made me sigh with relief. The running comments that followed as I posted each chapter, popping up regularly to let me know what they liked, or just to say AHHHHHH - they really made it such a great connective experience, something we were all doing together. The comments from writers whose fics I loved. The re-readers. I love it when people single out a part they loved. A couple of people even told me it brought them comfort, or solace, or spoke to them - I take so much comfort from this fandom and from fanfics, so this all made me a little (a LOT) lip-wobbly.

What do you do when you get stuck?

I asked a published author this once, and he gave an answer I think about a lot. Think of it like a bunch of logs jammed in a river. There’s no easy way to get things moving again. You just have to tweak and prod and push and pull and move things around until things start to shift. Just keep going.

Myself, I always go back to the character: how would someone like them react realistically in a situation like this. Know your characters well. It’ll save you.

Who is another fic writer you admire and why?

The awful thing about this question is that I know I could list dozens of fics and still forget someone. If you really want a list or a bunch of recs I can provide that, but for now I’ll say that I admire writers who are good at the things I struggle with - those who don’t waste words but still manage to convey huge feelings. I love those whose passion for and knowledge of something is so tangible it leaks out into whatever world they’re building. I love the stories I remember as a sense - colours, music, sexytimes. I admire people who tackle complicated movie/media AUs and tweak them just right to fit the new characters. I love those who are brave - taking painful feelings, or out-there concepts, and making something really beautiful. Those who change my mind about what is my sort of thing.

If you could say one thing to your fellow fic writers, what would it be?

Thank you. That’s the main thing. You have all brought me so much comfort, and humour, and feeling and a feeling of safety that I really needed. Thank you so much.

What’s one question you would like to ask Dan Levy about writing?

ONE!?! Oh god. May I join your staff? Maybe: what do you do if/when you can’t think of an idea? Or: what does your writing space look like?

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc fanfic #sc fic reading challenge #sc reading challenge #schitt's creek #schitts creek

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | Under Siege (Davis, 1992)

Despite the fact that I own this on DVD (I think), I saw it was about to leave Canadian Netflix in a few days and decided to give it a rewatch. Mostly because I don't remember where I placed my copy (if I actually own a copy, that is; I think it's included in one of those "Four Film Favourites" releases that Warner Brothers used to put out so you can get four movies of wildly varying quality for dirt cheap; I think I actually got two of the Steven Seagal ones, inspired by Vern's wildly entertaining book Seagalogy; no, I don't remember where the other collection is either; such is the peril of buying movies faster than you watch them), but also because it's nice to be reminded that a movie kinda owns. And rewatching this, I can confirm that, yes, it does kinda own.

This is regarded as one of the better Die Hard clones, and like that movie is greatly evocative of the physical reality of its location. A ship is a great location for an action movie, because whether you're in the control room (or whatever you call that in a ship) or in the bowels (or whatever), there's always garish, coloured lighting that pops on the camera. There are always pipes and hissing steam to provide atmosphere. There's always clanging to remind you what a formidable piece of machinery we're in. There are always little things jutting out to give you interesting things to look at in the frame. There are always tight little corners for the camera to snake around and the characters to duck behind for cover as they're shooting at each other. I generally think of Andrew Davis more as a good director of action movies rather than a good action director, but I think he acquits himself pretty nicely in the shootouts. He's less impressive with the fight scenes, going in a bit too close and cutting a little too fast, perhaps to hide Seagal's slipping physical prowess, but despite all the camera shakes and excessive knife waving in the climax, he gets a good jolt out of the flashes of brutality. This is not Seagal's most bloodthirsty movie, lacking the ultraviolence of Out for Justice and Marked for Death (or arguably Hard to Kill, where he offers to take the villain to the blood bank), but it has its moments.

Davis' strengths as a director go a long way in making Seagal seem charismatic, shooting him in handsomely lit close-ups and cutting to punch up his delivery. (Davis previously worked miracles not just with Seagal but also Chuck Norris, who frequently comes off as flat but in Code of Silence is made to look like a seasoned character actor.) He may seem like a joke now, but for a couple of years there, Seagal really seemed like a big deal, like somebody with an unusual screen presence who was appearing in some really entertaining movies. Of course, it turns out that the unusual screen presence was the result of him being weird and a piece of shit, and with the mask coming off with On Deadly Ground (which was totally unable to hide what a fucking freak this guy was), it became obvious that directors like Davis and John Flynn (the man behind the aforementioned Out for Justice, my personal favourite Seagal flick, imbuing him with a nice streetwise swagger as he goes around town for ninety minutes brutally maiming or killing mob goons while spouting lines in a shitty Brooklyn accent) were doing heroic work in directing around him. Davis also cheats here by casting him against Gary Busey and Colm Meaney, two actors who excel at playing assholes, and providing a great lead villain with Tommy Lee Jones. The crazy guy villain played by an actor going against type is such a stock character in action movies now, that it's nice to be reminded what you get when you have a genuinely great actor in the role, and Jones, on top of being very fun to watch, gives him a real unpredictability. I was less enamoured with the handling of Erika Eleniak, who is cast for her Playboy credentials but is not the greatest actress and spends the movie being bullied by Seagal (which does not go down well in light of his his offscreen actions). I will however note that she's the only person in the history of movies who doesn't look dumb as hell with a backwards ballcap, so she does have that going for her.

A few additional notes:

As far as Die Hard clones go, I think I prefer The Rock, which probably has the best use of Nicolas Cage in an action movie, pairs him with Sean Connery in one of the all-time action movie teamups, and has a murderer's row of great supporting actors as well as those big, beautiful, gleaming Michael Bay magazine cover images while retaining some level of visual coherence. I'm also very partial to Die Hard 2, but I guess that's cheating.)

As a Die Hard clone, it hits an awful lot of the same beats, including a shot of its hero jumping off something to evade an explosion, a seemingly impotent supporting character (re)discovering their capacity for violence, villains pretending to be political terrorists but actually acting for personal gain. They do differ in satirical intent, with Die Hard taking aim at pompous authority figures and macho meatheads, while Under Siege is concerned more about the aftermath of Cold War American foreign policy. (The villain is a black ops type who the CIA was happy to let run free when he was useful but then tried to dispose of, not unlike the attempts by the George H. W. Bush administration to "course correct" through the invasion of Panama and the Gulf War. H.W. himself makes an appearance, you think he knew what the movie was saying about him?) Surprisingly, the guys in the control room are more supportive in this movie, with Dale Dye's casting presenting a guarantee of Seagal's heroism. If a guy whose job it is to advise movies on military accuracy says we can trust Seagal, we can trust Seagal.

I've seen this movie multiple times, and I keep forgetting that Seagal doesn't actually have a ponytail in this one. From certain angles, it looks like he might have, given the way his hair is slicked back, but he turns his head, and a ponytail is nowhere to be seen. I guess they don't let you keep one in the navy. But I'm sure the next time I revisit this, I'll be surprised again. This is my Mandela Effect. Others have the imaginary Sinbad genie movie. I have Seagal's spectral ponytail.

#film #movie review #under siege #andrew davis

[gayspock]

ok i finally have time im gonna watch part 2 at LAST

problemo number one. ive forgotten girlies' names. i remember starbuck, my friend starbuck. an DFUCKING GAIUS.. + boomer shes cute....

but i dont recall anyone else's NAME-names if you get me. just vibes

and i liked everyone i think smile so its like good vibes

also "jumping" COME ON. COME UP WITH A BETTER NAME. WARP FACTOR PUSSY. STARBUST. HYPERDRIVE. JUMPING? COME ON. NOT EVEN JUMPING AND POPPING? JOP OR KYS

yesss i knew the girlies would be alive. missus president and the son . theres no way they need to milk him for the drama.. APOLLO. i forgot his name. of course they called him apollo.

THE way gaius is just shaking like a tiny fucking puppydog. oh im going to kick him like a football. whilst he hallucinates a beautiful blonde woman in horror.

tyrol yes his name is tyrol. i love him hes my friendies.

woahi want a beautiful lady chip in my brain to torment me. dorito flavour please!

will this wee cunt be a recurring guy. the arms dealer. i think he'd be a funny addition to the girlies.

I ALSO LIKE THE OTHER GIRL. WHATS HER NAME. tyrol's little.... colleage ehrm. CALLY. SAYS GOOGLE. SMILE. shes so cute

AND BILLY. HES JUST FUCKING VIBING ISNT HE. COULD YOU EVEN IMAGINE.... bles- billy now why did you tell her that. im obsessed with you billy. violence. a bit of billy badness

also fucking hell, this is fucking . good heavens. ... sorry i realise im never discussing whats occurring in the episode im just like wow i li- CHILD DEATH. 😐...

anyway as i was saying like i do rlly like this so far HOWEVER both the vibe & the characters, i have to wonder... how many holdover to the main show hmmmm. im sooo curious

"didnt include a soul in programming" then what do you call the brave redditors on the advent of code sub, making the most bjeautiful visualisations

EVERYONE JUST NECKING IT ON

THE WAY GAIUS' EYES BOGGLED LIKE YEAH BILLYS GOT THE RIZZ YEAH HE DOES . THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT. AND YOU TWO- WHY ARE YOU GETTING SLOPPY WITH THAT KID JUST STOOD THERE. HEAVENS ABOVE.

oh dear OH NOES

OH MISTER ADAMA LOOK OUT

GOOD HEAVENS

SO MUCH FOR THE CHEEKY LITTLE CRIMINAL IT SEEMS HES- oh good heavens well. to narrate the scene its . its like his head is an ikea kit and mister adama is trying to- oh goodness me

catgeroy 5 #girl event from mister adama (bludgeoned a cunt to death)

gaius is beyond a fucking menace im actually kind of crazy for it -the fucking... YOU CANT ATTACK A MAN IN A RUST COLOURED BLAZER, SILLY.

"lee" or "apollo" (VERY transmasc names btw) not telling his dad he was still alive (transmasc activity) is so me

him hugging his dad is so not me though

ALSO THE WAY GAIUS IS LIKE. ,.. THEYRE LIKE "rumour has it youre a genius" WHEN HES ALSO NOT DONE ANYTHING THIS WHOLE TIME LIKE I DONT DOUBT IT BUT ALSO HES JUST HAD THINGS HAPPEN TO HIM. LIKE... HES LIVING LIFE IN CRIT 1S AND NAT 20S.

ALSO THE WAY HES FUCKING . GETTING THIS GUY BC HE CAUGHT HIM GETTING HIS JOLLIES OFF TO A HALLUCINATION. GAG. AND THE WAY HES CONVINCING THESE GUYS IS JUST SAYING WHATEVER THE FUCK

also ONE criticism i have is im not sure how if eel about some of the music. some of it is so out of place its like kinda odd

"and i studIED PUBLIC RELATIONS!"

its such a big mistake to cross a girl in a statement blazer who studied public relations. you are so going to get your comeuppance for this.

i was about to comment on the cussing & i went to go look at tv tropes to see if there was a specific term for it and can i say tv trops are so funny i scrolled past and it said "gordon bennett" was made up for red dwarf and then underneath there's a note thats like"TRUTH IN TELEVISION. THIS IS USED IN THE UK." LIKE HELP PLEASE

anyway obviously #farscapeheads we cant really talk here but help. FRACK. OF ALL FUCKING WORDS. GOOD HEAVENS. WHAT THE FRICKITY FRACK IS GOING ON. THE

SO theyre going to try to... GO TO EARTH. HUH.

the implications of that.... ok

also YAAY FOR SOME KID. WOO. YIPPEE. LOVE IT WHEN THERES JUST SOME KID DICKING ABOUT THE MILITARY OPERATIONS.

bonus pointd when the kid is wearing a turtleneck. so sensible and smart

ALSO LEE. apollo. he seriously dors look like someone took the average tv boytoy from 2004 and got the mean average its so funny

i do love their slaggy little vests. theyre not like the standard ones that are already quite slaggy. its like theyre from plt's clearance sale

HI PUBLIC RELATIONS ARE YOU OKAY

oh my god he was acylon

WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT GAIUS. THE CRITS. THE NATS. PLEASE.

m

MY

MY GIRLY BOOOMERR? YOOOOOOOOOOOO

RIGHT

I KNOW THERE WAS A LOT OF MURDER BUT IM STARTING TO SIDE WITH THE CYLONS I DONT TRUST ANY OF YOU BITCHES WHAT

OKAY END OF EP SMILE i finished the mini series yaaayyyy

#Egg.txt #bsg liveblog

[weaversweek]

Uncool50 - finding my place

Part of the #Uncool50 project, a sort-of autobiography told through the memories of pop singles. This installment covers the second half of the 2000s. Nothing from 2005 or 2006, by now my head had been turned by European hits and the anglophone stuff just wasn’t fun.

The theatre kid who made it. "Grace Kelly" came out of nowhere at the start of 2007, as flamboyant and ostentatious and unashamedly queer as anything. Mika sounds like Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen who was snatched from us far too soon.

The homophobes hated it. Of course the homophobes hated it, they cannot stand anything fun, colourful, honest. One review at the time said, "Like being held at gunpoint by Bonnie Langford", as if this was a bad thing!

This song is fun, it's catchy, it worms into your ears and is never going to leave. Might just be the greatest pop song of the decade. More power to Mika.

The greatest pop moment of the decade comes straight after the breakdown in "About you now". We hear the chorus line again – "can we bring yesterday back around?" But this time it's different – a little higher-pitched, a touch yelpy. And there's a gloriously discordant high tone, "coz I know how I feel about you now".

By this time, we're up to Sugababes 3.0 – Siobhan's long-gone, Mutya's been replaced by Amelle - but the songs still remain awesome. Dancey-electronica with a scuzzy overtone. And the video with the young man parkouring his way around south London, hopes to meet up with his date on the Southbank.

My long list of 300 songs had a lot of Sugababes – "Overload" and "Freak like me", "Too lost in you", "Ugly" and "Change" all featured. But none of them have this yelp of joy, that’s the clincher.

"This is the life", Amy MacDonald's defining hit. Breakthrough single "Mr rock and roll" had positioned Amy as a troubadour, sings songs about people's lives. She uses a few words to describe a scene, and whoosh – we're in it!

"This is the life" is a personal, probably autobiographical, song. "So you're sitting there with nothing to do, talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew". Life-affirming through its melancholy, drunken nights out and waiting in for friends and thinking both that this is excellent and this is terrible.

Number one for the year in Belgium, Netherlands; for some weeks in Austria and Czechia; top five in all civilised markets around the continent. And number 28 on Britain, because the playlisters and programmers in London are a complete waste of space and goodness knows who pays them. Amy's built a hugely successful career in Europe, and still makes top-drawer albums to this day.

So I started hanging out with a bunch of friends from the karaoke bar, and we went out to a maize maze, ears of corn up to eye level. Or for Caz, ears of corn over the top of her head. Caz managed to lose contact with the group, get lost, and had to be rescued by the tall stablehand.

We welcomed Anna into our friendship group, and she turned out to be the glue to hold us together, and we loved her dearly. "Bulletproof" by La Roux is one of many many songs from those years. This time, maybe, I'll be bulletproof.

#uncool50 #uncool 50 #personal #autobiography #pop singles #mika #queer #queer representation #sugababes #video #amy macdonald #troubadour #la roux #genderqueer

[agentnico]

Thor: Love and Thunder (2022) Review

Am I the one who thought of that Britain’s Got Talent contestant Stavros Flatley when Russell Crowe popped up in this film? With the accent and the general demeanour? No? Just me? Fair enough.

Plot: Thor's retirement is interrupted by a galactic killer known as Gorr the God Butcher, who seeks the extinction of the gods. To combat the threat, Thor enlists the help of King Valkyrie, Korg and ex-girlfriend Jane Foster, who, to Thor's surprise, inexplicably wields his magical hammer, Mjolnir, as the Mighty Thor. Together, they embark upon a harrowing cosmic adventure to uncover the mystery of the God Butcher's vengeance and stop him before it's too late.

Thor: Ragnarök is still to this day my favourite Marvel Cinematic Universe film. It perfectly reinvented the titular character by seamlessly blending Taika Waititi’s energetic comedic timing with the mythology already built by the franchise prior, and truly that movie felt as if it came out straight from a comic book. The many colours and the inclusion Mark Mothersbaugh’s synthetic heavy 80′s techno pimped music score really made this entry a stand-out. So naturally I was looking forward to Thor’s fourth outing, especially since the entire Ragnarök creative team were coming back. Of course there was also concern, as since Avengers: Endgame the MCU has seen a dip in quality, as the lack of narrative direction has made most of the newer films very mediocre at best. But hey, in Taika we believe, so scurried into the cinema I did on opening day, ready for some Thortastic madness! By the way, did anyone know that Ben & Jerry’s now do ice cream shakes at the cinema? B&J SHAKES!? I mean c’mon, I’m trying to budget here and then Ben & Jerry’s come and pull this stunt. They taste rad though, not going to lie. Anyway, with a mighty fine shake in my hand, I sat in the cinema, ready for Thor’s next adventure. What could possibly go wrong?

I’m so glad I had that Ben & Jerry’s shake, at least I got some good out of this cinema outing. It is to my huge disappointment to reveal that Thor: Love and Thunder may just be Taika Waititi’s first real flop. The movie is a rushed mess and a half. It feels similar to Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 where Marvel gave James Gunn full creative freedom after he proved himself with the first Guardians film, now Taika to has been given full creative reign and the result is waaaaayyy too many cringey jokes, a lot of which don’t hit, and a very weak narrative plot, especially as the movie rushes through all the events, instead focusing on trying to fit in as may gags and humanly possible. 

First and foremost, they dumbed down the character of Thor to the point that we behold a bumbling idiot doing stupid things for the sake of jokes. In Ragnarök, yes Chris Hemsworth lent more into the comedic side of the character, with the innocent child-like outlook on certain things, however he was still cool. He still felt like a Norse god who can kick butt and lead an army. In Love and Thunder however, he is just silly to the point that you don’t see him as the hero anymore. What’s worse is that the movie reminds you of the good times, as there are a couple of dramatic scenes between Thor and Natalie Portman’s Jane Foster, where Hemsworth actually shows signs of tender serious emotions, but then within minutes that is lost again in favour of some unfunny gag. And speaking of Portman, her return is actually one of the few highlights. Previously in the franchise Jane Foster didn’t have much purpose other than hey, Thor is a beautiful man, so he needs a beautiful woman to rub his face against. There was no chemistry or care for their relationship. However in Love & Thunder props given where props are due, Natalie Portman’s Jane Foster is utilized really well. Her relationship with Thor felt much more believable, and a certain flashback featuring their love backstory to the accompaniment of ABBA was one of the few successful sparks of humour in the film, and her story in the movie actually tackles some deeper subjects that I do wish were given more time to explore and delve into. 

In regards to other characters, there are a few, but again, due to the rushed plot where the movie seems to be racing against time itself, a lot of characters are heavily under-used. Valkyrie and Korg basically serve no purpose, other than the latter over-staying his welcome by cracking eye-rolling jokes. The Guardians of the Galaxy that are heavily featured in the marketing are in the movie for 5 minutes at best, if that. There are also a bunch of cameos throughout, some of which work, others not so much. I do want to talk about Christian Bale though, who plays the villain Gorr. As expected, Bale brings a powerhouse performance filled with gravitas and depth, however one that also has a bit of whimsy to it, and actually he was one of the best parts of the movie. Again though, not used enough. You have an A-list actor like Christian Bale and give him such a short role, that’s naturally disappointing. But in the moments he’s in he does magic. Metaphorically speaking but also physically, as he has this magical death sword which he spews out shadow monsters from. You know, typical evil bad guy shenanigans. 

Thor: Love and Thunder comes off as a big fat joke. It’s a self parody of itself essentially, opting to act as a 2 hour long stand-up show, only that the comedian didn’t bring any decent material to the stage. Don’t get me wrong, it has a good few entertaining moments, and visually its good to look at, especially if you want to see Thor’s butt cheeks, but all in all it’s an underwhelming experience. Especially if you’re someone like me who is a big fan of Thor, with not just Ragnarök, but the previous films too. I’m sad to say, no matter how much Guns N’ Roses hits Taika sticks in this film, it doesn’t save it from being nothing more that mediocre and forgettable. Ah heck, at least I had that Ben & Jerry’s ice cream shake. That’s the only thing that’s keeping me going right now.

Overall score: 4/10

#thor love and thunder #thor #marvel #disney #marvel cinematic universe #thor love and thunder review #comedy #fantasy #superhero #taika waititi #chris hemsworth #natalie portman #christian bale #chris pratt #tessa thompson #russell crowe #guardians of the galaxy #action #adventure #2022 in film #2022 films #2022 #cinema #movie reviews #film reviews #movie #film #guns n roses #romance #science fiction

[mogwai-movie-house]

Da 5 Bloods (2020)

Another joyless Spike Lee Joint.

First of all, let's take this time to remember once again that Spike Lee is NOT a good filmmaker. He's never BEEN a good filmmaker. The otherwise inexplicably boundless patience and goodwill the media and the industry have repeatedly shown his film student-level back catalogue can only be explained through a desire to be complimentary towards him simply because of his skin colour and political affiliations. Which is pretty demeaningly racist in itself, when you think about it. It would be lovely to have some great black filmmakers in the world but Spike Lee is not the guy. Lee is incapable of making compelling stories with believable, engaging characters in them, and everything wrong with his other films are just as wrong with this: 'Da 5 Bloods' is preachy, overlong, racially antagonistic, staggeringly self-indulgent and clumsily unbelievable in every way at every turn. Anytime any topic that could be considered even slightly political pops its head up, the scene stops and Lee starts sermonizing. The arrogance of Spike Lee shaming black people into voting (and thinking) how he wants does not seem that far off to me from Joe Biden telling them - as he did - "if you don't vote for me, you ain't black!" But okay, okay, enough about that... The opening scenes, summing up the mood of the Vietnam War years, are powerful, if manipulative, and the use of Marvin Gaye's peerless "Inner City Blues" is well-used and welcome. But then the actual story begins and if it wasn't a black cast, we would all be talking about it as if it were a Chuck Norris/Steven Seagal straight-to-video turkey. The actual Vietnam flashbacks look like they came from an episode of The A-Team (with the same music). Every non-black character is a prop, there to just perform a single function and then leave, with no insight into their inner thoughts, feelings, or desires. But the lead cast aren't any better: one of the guys is a Trump supporter, so he does all the bad stuff; the rest are largely interchangeable and instantly forgettable. Nothing memorable is said by anyone, and the script is seventh-rate throughout. The one good line in the whole damn movie is Jean Reno saying "I thank you for this ignorant American one-sided version of World War Two". Even the scene where they find the gold is a catastrophe: I don't want to give away any spoilers, but if you stop to think about the breathtaking unlikelihood of how it is hit upon, in the middle of hundreds of miles of jungle, it should tell you a lot about the laziness of writing and worldbuilding on display in the rest of this disaster. Lee has this amazing cast of black actors, who've all proven themselves unforgettable in other roles (with white filmmakers), and instead of allowing them to shine with complexity, nuance, wit and humour, he forces them to perform these dumbed-down stereotypes, fit for an 80s made-for-TV soap opera. Everything is so crass, unsubtle, haphazard and over-the-top. This film could have been amazing: a profound, insightful, surprising and spellbinding take on adventure movies with a similar theme, like Three Kings or The Man Who Would Be King or Treasure of the Sierra Madre, from an all-black perspective. But to even mention those masterpieces in the same sentence as this is an insult. It's as dumb as a bag of rocks. Please stop giving this man money to make bad B-movies.

★✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰

#film reviews #da 5 bloods #spike lee

[captainofthestrangestship]

Watching TOS for the first time

As someone who has loved star trek for most of my life I thought it’s weird that I have never watched the show that started it all and after watching all the episodes that are on Netflix boy do I have thoughts on the show. Here is just some of the rambling thoughts I have on the show in general.

It is both way better then I expected and also worse? I love that most of the sets were just clearly in a sound stage with sand thrown on the ground and fake rocks and trees and the sky is always just a cloudless sea of bright colour, pink or red mainly. Also the rocks normally has glitter in them and that made me smile. Some of the episodes were definitely better then sci-fi today.

Also so much of start trek lore is clearly not set up in this series and it was funny seeing the ways the different shows don’t match up, especially star trek: Enterprise. It was insane to me that starfleet had never even seen a romulan before Kirk and the crew met them, somehow they didn't have video when the war started???

Also Chekov wasn’t in the first season??? Shout out to the the random other guy who sometimes was the navigator or pilot and in literally in more episodes than Chekov but I literally have no idea what his name was and he never spoke a single line and was sometimes where Chekov was sitting in shots from the back like they just never shot scenes from the back when Chekov was there??? super weird.  And there was a sorta supporting character named Janice who I literally had never seen anyone mention, though she did disappear once I felt the show actually got good. And only existed to get creeped on by the men in the show. So RIP her. Also nurse Chapel, literally had no idea that there was a nurse who was pretty consistently in the show.

Also the way Kirk is perceived in pop culture doesn't really match up with how I feel he was in the show. Like he’s def a ladies man (where women literally fall at his feet in seconds after meeting him) and stuff like that but he was also really strange but I did enjoy he’s over the top acting in literally every episode and that there was somehow always some woman that was needed for an away mission from his past that was highly qualified but he just had no idea worked on his ship??? and that he literally went on every away mission even though it seemed like maybe the captain shouldn't just be putting himself in such dangerous situations. Also Kirk seemed to have a thing for blondes. (Note sometimes all i could think that if Kirk was a woman, that character would be could a Mary Sue literally all the time)[Though the few times in fights he literally just jumped into the air and used his legs to kick the opponent in the chest made me lose my shit, like he just fell straight to the ground afterwards and had to then pick himself up, and somehow this worked? the fighting in this show was amazing and terrible and ridiculous.]

Spock on the other hand seemed the most close to my preconceived thoughts. Stand offish, smart, no emotions, pointy ears, green blood. Also loved that  many episodes just ended with everyone messing with him. Though I liked when he was allowed to show emotions, he had a lovely smile.

Out of what were the main characters I was the most surprised at my thoughts on Doctor McCoy. As great as Spock and Kirk were, he definitely was my favourite. Most of the time his point of view was most similar to mine. Also he did not say DAMN IT JIM as often as I expected, definitely all the characters have been a bit flanderized in pop culture. And him and Spock were definitely the most fun dynamic out of the 3 at least to me.

It was also interesting to see that star trek has always just kinda ... been like that. It enjoyed its fight scenes and sex appeal. I mean Kirk can barely keep his shirt on most of the time and women are literally almost always in some ridiculous get up. So it’s interesting that so much of the modern thoughts surrounding star trek being too focused on fight scenes and sex seem to be wrong just based on how much of that was in the show from the start.

Gotta admit though that a lot of my thoughts are just ignoring some of the yikes stuff in it, as for being made in the 60′s it sometimes really shows it age, while other times takes a stronger stance on social issues than shows today would even dare to. Also the show is very American and you can feel that it was written with the idea that America is the best or at least that is how Kirk feels.

On that line of thought the very last episode of season was definitely the most sexist out of the whole show it felt like. Literally in the last episode it just told us that women weren’t allowed to be captains in starfleet?????? And that clearly this woman is insane and hysterical which was really gross to see. Like she was smart enough to change bodies with Kirk and be a doctor but literally almost instantly lost her shit at the slightest questioning and that she would have just been so happy if she was simply accepted her lot in life as a woman???? Also this is the reason why they broke up in the first place, she was just “jealous” of Kirk because his sex, his gender didn't stop him from his dream.  Like super gross and not a great way to end the show thats for sure. 

It’s just so confusing that the pilot had a woman as first officer and then after that not a single woman is ever seen in a commanding or leadership positions , unless she was called a priestess or some other name. Never captain, and that is because women apparently can’t be captains.

Even though the end was a bit bitter the show was fun and I enjoyed it and i can see why is become the pop culture icon that it is today . Super excited to watch the movies now and I guess I now have to watch all 7 season of next gen, a show I have also not watched.

Though I still have many other thoughts about the show, this post is way too long.

#star trek #TOS #first time watching

[qnewslgbtiqa]

No, John Cena wasn't totally nude during that Oscars skit

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No, John Cena wasn't totally nude during that Oscars skit

Actor John Cena went almost – but not completely – nude during a viral skit in the Oscars telecast today, and behind-the-scenes footage shows exactly how it was pulled off.

The 2024 Academy Awards kicked off on Monday morning (Australian time), hosted by comedian Jimmy Kimmel.

In a skit, Jimmy reminded the audience that it was exactly 50 years since a naked man streaked across the 46th Academy Awards stage in 1974.

That was buff actor John Cena’s cue to crabwalk onstage to present the Best Costume Design award seemingly fully nude, covering himself up with the Best Costume Oscar envelope.

“I don’t want to do the streaker bit anymore. I don’t feel good about it,” John told Jimmy before the nude walk.

“It’s an elegant event. You should feel shame for suggesting such a tasteless idea.”

A naked John Cena and Jimmy Kimmel bicker on stage at the 2024 #Oscars pic.twitter.com/1JYd5qth6F

— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) March 11, 2024

John Cena and Jimmy Kimmel’s streaker skit was the most viral moment from the Oscars.

Of course, audience members watching in person whipped out their phones. Footage captures the off-camera moment where John got dressed in a curtain-styled frock with the help of some very speedy stagehands.

What you didn’t see on TV: John Cena’s quick change. pic.twitter.com/h9tXdZXd1g

— Vulture (@vulture) March 11, 2024

BTS of how John Cena went from naked to partially clothed during his #Oscars bit | Courtesy: @chrissgardner pic.twitter.com/E5YRe57C4y

— The Hollywood Reporter (@THR) March 11, 2024

Some at the Oscars ceremony even made the huge call that John had fully committed his bits to the bit.

Yep, Cena’s actually naked #OSCAR pic.twitter.com/SDh4kie5FO

— Matthew Belloni (@MattBelloni) March 11, 2024

However backstage, a determined Getty Images photographer snapped some behind-the-scenes photos showing John Cena ~in costume~ in a hallway.

It turns out the wrestler-turned-actor was wearing a flesh-coloured, strapless pair of not-quite-underwear that covered him up in the front and back.

We can’t put the backstage photos here, but US outlet People have them here. Fascinating stuff!

Oppenheimer beat Barbie to Best Picture at Oscars

Christopher Nolan’s Oppenheimer dominated with seven wins, including Best Picture, Best Director and Best Actor for Cillian Murphy.

Poor Things won four Oscars, including Emma Stone for Best Actress.

Queer favourite Barbie‘s only win was pop superstar Billie Eilish, who won the Oscar for Best Original Song.

Out gay actor Scott Evans joined Barbie co-star Ryan Gosling on stage for a big camp I’m Just Ken number.

  For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

#Nudity #Queer TV