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ncisfranchise-source · 16 days

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It came down to the wire, but NCIS: Hawai’i ultimately didn’t make the cut for next season at CBS. The news comes days before the network is set to announce its fall schedule on May 2 and before the Season 3 finale of Hawai’i is scheduled to air on May 6. According to sources, the episode was not meant to be a series finale and includes a tease for what was to come but fans won’t be left reeling by a major cliffhanger.

The cancellation is not a complete shocker since, as Deadline has been reporting, NCIS: Hawai’i was on the bubble. Still, the outcome is surprising since I hear an effort was made to extend the drama’s run for at least an abbreviated fourth and final season, with producers agreeing to a massive budget cut and open to other concessions in order to keep the show going.

Hawai’i, the first series in the NCIS franchise with a female lead, Vanessa Lachey, is now the first series in the franchise not to get a proper sendoff after a brief run compared to its predecessors NCIS, renewed for a 22nd season, NCIS: Los Angeles (14 seasons) and NCIS: New Orleans (7). It is unclear whether series producer CBS Studios would shop the drama but there are no obvious buyers, with Paramount+ already stocked up with two NCIS original series, Sydney and the Tony and Ziva spinoff.

Attracting sizable viewership on a linear network is quite a challenge, so it is not common these days for a network to let go of the #12 most watched non-sports program on broadcast that averages 7.8 million linear viewers (most current) and 10M in Live+35 multi-platform viewing.

That is what CBS is doing with the cancellation of NCIS: Hawai’i, which added some star power and NCIS continuity this season with NCIS: Los Angeles‘ LL Cool J who has been in every episode.

It comes on the heels of Top 25 series So Help Me Todd and CSI: Vegas getting the axe last Friday. As I noted in the CBS Renewal Status Report earlier this month, the network was going to have to make some painful cancellation decisions, getting rid of shows other networks would’ve been happy to renew.

The series, as well as So Help Me Todd and CSI: Vegas, ultimately became a casualty of a strong schedule, a cost-management drive and overall uncertainty at the parent company Paramount Global, which is in the process of being sold.

Even before CBS’ lineup, delayed by the strikes, launched with the Super Bowl, the network already had committed to five new scripted series for next season, dramas Matlock, Watson and NCIS: Origins and comedies Poppa’s House and a Young Sheldon spinoff, with renewal conversations on NCIS: Sydney also well underway.

Then CBS’ originals returned, exceeding expectations, with the network claiming the top 16 most watched shows of its premiere week and 14 of the top 20 non-sports programs overall this midseason in Nielsen most current linear viewership.

With no obvious weaklings, Blue Bloods getting a final run next season and S.W.A.T. surprisingly uncanceled, the network had to cut deep in purging its slate to make room for the additions.

Just a year ago, a renewal for Hawai’i would’ve been a no-brainer: it’s part of a storied franchise with solid rating and crossover potential with the mothership series that yielded big ratings in January 2023. But now, CBS already has three other NCIS series already locked for next season: the original series, renewed for Season 22, Sydney, returning for a second season, and the upcoming Young Gibbs prequel NCIS: Origins. There is also the Tony & Ziva NCIS spinoff series greenlighted by Paramount+, making for a crowded NCIS field.

With strong multi-platform performance, as NCIS: Hawai’i ranked above several CBS dramas that have been renewed, including FBI: Most Wanted, FBI: International and S.W.A.T., it probably came down to money.

Even with the proposed budget cuts, NCIS: Hawai’i was still going to be expensive. Its long-term prospects were unclear — whether it would become a big global hit and moneymaker like its franchise predecessors. With CBS’ parent company focused on its short-term balance sheet as it prepares to sell, a corporate decision was made not to take a chance and find out.

In NCIS: Hawai’i, Special Agent in Charge of NCIS Pearl Harbor Jane Tennant (Lachey) and her team balance duty to family and country, investigating high-stakes crimes involving military personnel, national security and the mysteries of the island itself.

Alex Tarrant, Noah Mills, Jason Antoon, Yasmine Al-Bustami, Tori Anderson and Kian Talan also star. Matt Bosack, Jan Nash, Christopher Silber and Larry Teng served as executive producers.

In a recent Deadline interview, CBS Studios President David Stapf spoke about how “wholly unique” Hawai’i is while also being part of the franchise as the first NCIS series with a female lead, Lachey, and with its Hawai’i locale. “We were just coming off Hawaii Five-0, a very successful show,” he said of the spinoff’s origins. “People love that setting, it plays well over the globe.”

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flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop · 12 days

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Based off your NCIS: Hawai’i cancelation post. What are your thoughts on the cancellation? If it is just, why do you believe so?

Let's break it down!

Factor 1: Filming in Hawaii

Hawaii as a filming location is going to be more expensive than filming somewhere like LA, NYC, or Chicago. Not only will there be more individuals who will have to relocate when you're filming somewhere like Hawaii versus the mainland, meaning that you're going to have a higher cost associated relocation costs (all of which are typical in a negotiated contract), but travel expenses are also going to be higher for guest stars, directors, writers, etc., cost of living/lodging is going to be higher, cost of materials are going to be higher, it's all going to be higher in a location like Hawaii than a location like LA, NYC, or Chicago.

Factor 2: More Seasons = More Money

The longer a television show is on air, the more expensive a television show gets to make.

First, the longer a television show is on air, the more established/"famous" the cast becomes. The more established/"famous" a cast becomes, the more expensive they become to keep employed. Every time a contract is re-negotiated, unless someone's role is being reduced, it's going to cost more than it did the last time their contract was negotiated. They're more well-known, they're an integral part of a show's success, they have more of a following and more of a leg to stand on when making their negotiations.

Second, the desire to make your show better, often involves making your show bigger... bigger sets, bigger locations, bigger stars, etc. This all costs money. Look at NCIS Hawaii... they brought LL Cool J in to the fold, for whatever reason (I'm assuming to attempt to draw NCIS LA fans to NCIS Hawaii), and this isn't something that would have been cheap. LL Cool J is already well established in the NCIS-Universe and can use that to negotiate his contract, but he's also a big name in general, which can also impact his negotiating. Whenever a show tried to do more, whether it's with guest stars, plots, sets, locations, etc., it costs more money.

Factor 3: Network Have To Sell Their Shows Yearly

Networks are a business. It's honestly as simple as that. They have products (television shows) that they are trying to sell to a consumer (advertisers) in an effort to make a profit.

Every year, television networks engage in what are called "upfronts" - upfronts are essentially this big event (or at least they used to be a big event pre-covid, I'm not sure if they still are), where networks essentially present there schedule for the upcoming season in an attempt to get advertisers to pay to advertise their products during these television shows. The ultimate goal is that the amount networks make from these advertisers is more than the cost it makes to produce the television show, thus creating a profit (yay economics/math).

So how to advertisers decide how much money to allocate to certain television shows/networks? Ratings. This is where it gets complicated though. When ratings are reported for television shows, there are typically two things reported (in initial reports) - demo and total viewers. These two metrics are what is important to advertisers, but ultimately, what's most important is that demo - advertisers pay more for television shows with higher demos because it means that more individuals within the age range they want to advertise to (18-49) are consuming their product (ads). This is also why, despite the fact that Live+7 ratings are reported, they don't hold significant weight because viewers are not watching advertisements when they watch playbacks, they're fast forwarding/skipping.

So let's look at NCIS Hawaii - yes, NCIS Hawaii is doing remarkably well with total viewers, nobody can deny that, the numbers are there. But what they aren't doing well with, and what advertisers are looking at, is demographic. From season 1 to season 2, NCIS went from an average demo of .51 to an average demo of .35 which is a pretty significant drop. From season 2 to season 3, the demo has stayed consistent at an average of about .35, if not a little bit lower. This is good, right? Yes. But also no. Why? Because since episode 4 of NCIS Hawaii's season 3, ratings have had a drop of 25% (i.e. going from an average of .4 to .3), which is going to be a big factor for advertisers (i.e. yes, the average demo is consistent, but trends are showing the the demo is going down). This is also the difference between going from a "sure renewal" at the beginning of the season, to now being cancelled. Things changed.

So what does this mean? Essentially what this is going to mean is that if CBS were to present NCIS Hawaii to advertisers at the upcoming upfronts, the cost of producing NCIS Hawaii would far exceed the amount of money they could get from advertisers, most likely to a degree that they couldn't make up for with the excess advertisement they are getting from other shows.

Other Factors (More Subjective than objective, but still factors nonetheless:

NCIS Hawaii, in season 3, is a vastly different show than it was in season 1. The first season of NCIS Hawaii did a phenomenal job of capturing exactly what made it special... it's diversity. They focused on the cultures and customs of Hawaii, of the uniqueness that was Jane Tennet being in the position she is in as a single mother, the rareness that is not only having a wlw couple front and center on your television show, but also having it treated no differently than a heterosexual couple... NCIS Hawaii didn't come out of the gates trying to be like NCIS or NCIS LA... it came out of the gates being different, and that worked. But then in season 2 and moreso in season 3, they really started to get away from that - it became less about family and diversity and Hawaii and more about the "flash" and "wow". They moved away from what made them special, and that's something that CBS could have taken into account when they were making decisions.

As mentioned above, the cost of producing a show like NCIS Hawaii is going to be much higher than producing a show that is based in the mainland. This is exasperated by the fact that right now, literally everything is far more expensive than it needs to be because of inflation, which is going to make an already expensive show even more expensive

Changes to CBS's lineup: CBS's lineup is different this upcoming season than it was past seasons - you have a new and widely successful show in Tracker that CBS is going to want to capitalize on and really push in their bid to gain advertisement money. SWAT is no longer getting cancelled, which shifts their budgeting significantly (the conversation very quickly shifted from budget cuts for NCIS Hawaii to cancellation for NCIS Hawaii with this change). The strike also changed things because they went out and purchased/invested in some television shows they may not have otherwise invested in (NCIS Sydney, Ghosts UK) due to the uncertainty of when their regular programing would be back and the need to try and bring in some sort of money. (Note: There have also been a lot of people blaming the NCIS Origins spinoff as being the reason NCIS Hawaii is being cancelled, but this is disingenuous. NCIS Origins was greenlit far before any conversations about cancellations for this season would have began, which means that the fate of any show from this season was not tied to the addition of NCIS Origins - all networks greenlight a certain number of new television shows regardless of what the outcome of their current television shows are).

To Long Didn't Read Version:

NCIS Hawaii has reached the point where the total cost of producing the show is significantly increasing while the total cost they are receiving from advertisers is decreasing and therefore, they can no longer justify keeping this show on their schedule, as it result in a significant loss for CBS as a network.

Edit: Article regarding CBS's decision to cancel NCIS Hawaii that supports all of the above

#ncis hawaii #cbs #ratings #nielsen ratings #kacy #this method of ratings is definitely outdated #but is also honestly better than what we get with streaming services #where they can just decide what they want to cancel and when #because they're the sole decision makers

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fatehbaz · 1 year

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It took a lot of effort to get ice around the globe. [...]

This guy Frederic Tudor, he basically dominates the American ice trade across the nineteenth century. He develops technologies for insulating ice in the hulls of ships [...]. So he’s harvesting pond water from the American northeast in Massachusetts and Maine. Typically, he’s using sawdust as just a byproduct of the Maine lumber industry [...].

The majority of the ice trade goes to cool down sweltering British colonialists who are in Bombay and Calcutta and really desiring a nice cold drink.

Speculative shipments go off to South America, to the Caribbean, to the American South. [...] Not a ton of it goes to Hawai’i. But to get ice to Hawai’i from the East Coast required going all the way down the east coast of South America, [...] back up to San Francisco [...] and then across the Pacific Ocean to Hawai’i. [...] Probably took at least 3 to 6 months. [...]

But what really blows my mind about these particular shipments and these journeys is that you kind of think that they would be going through all of this effort to preserve something, right? To keep maybe a particular product cold and fresh on the way across.

No. They were going there to make cocktails. [...]

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So basically, it’s arriving speculatively. [...] That means, folks are sending ice across thinking that there might be a market, but not having previously established a market [...].

Tudor, when he first came up with this business idea, he was trying to send it down to places in the Caribbean, particularly Cuba. And sending it to, like, bars and saloons to be served. And actually nobody had developed a taste for it yet, and nobody particularly was interested in having cold drinks. So he had to bribe bartenders to automatically start putting it in peoples’ drinks and did that for several months before folks developed a taste for it.

So we have these ideas that, like, it’s inherently refreshing to have these things, but it was actually a learned social practice and he had to bribe people to start to like it. [...]

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So ice kind of shows up to this particular social landscape of elite businessmen [...]. [T]he consumption of cold, alcoholic drinks really got attached to ideas of leisure and implicity, and adversely, ideas about race and labor. So if we think about the plantation industry, ice and iced drinks come to refresh the plantation overseer, but not the plantation laborer. And a lot of ideas about Blackness and brownness, at that time, were correlated to who was best adapted to work in the hot sun and who was best adapted to sit in the shade, have a drink, and oversee that work.

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Words of Hi’ilei Julia Kawehipuaakahaopulani Hobart. As interviewed by Jonathan Van Ness. “What’s The Cold, Hard Truth About Ice in Hawai’i? with Hi’ilei Julia Kawehipuaakahaopulani Hobart.” An episode of Getting Curious with Jonathan Van Ness. 7 December 2022.

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Why is Sam (LL COOL J) in Hawai’i? That’s the mystery that’s been set up across the first three episodes of NCIS: Hawai’i Season3, and as Vanessa Lachey told us, “Tennant will figure it out.” Well, we’re certainly seeing her trying to do just that.

It all began in the premiere, when Ernie (Jason Antoon) tried to get anything out of Sam, only to come to the conclusion that he’s hiding something, despite the agent’s insistence he’s not. Then, in the second episode, Swift (Henry Ian Cusick), on his way out, told Tennant that Sam was sticking around and she’d have to ask him why. Sam evaded the question and would only say that brass has him teaching a seminar on unconventional tactics in modern law enforcement.

Now, in the third episode, Ernie remains suspicious of Sam, especially since he’s going around telling everyone about that seminar, as he notes to Tennant. It’s odd, that NCIS would send its top OSP agent to Hawai’i to teach a class. She agrees, but she doesn’t get anything more out of Sam, who tells her she can’t attend the seminar because it’s fully booked.

Then, Tennant and Kai (Alex Tarrant) find Sam has taken over the war room—and set it to SCIF (sensitive compartmented information facility) level—for some work. “I was checking in with Kensi and Deeks back in LA, getting some details about a past case,” he claims, agreeing, when she suggests it, that it was for his seminar. “Safety first,” he says. Tennant’s clearly not buying any of it … which is why she tracks his visitor ID’s access and follows when he sets foot in the old admin basement across the street that hasn’t been used since WWII. Inside, she finds him teaching his seminar. It’s both as frustrating as Tennant finds it and entertaining as it sounds. But come on, would you expect this to play out any other way?

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At the end of the episode, Tennant joins Sam on his boat, and he again pretends he’s just in Hawai’i for the seminar. As far as an official cover goes, it’s a good one, she remarks, reminding him, “I spent half my life as a CIA officer. I know cover.” It doesn’t matter what she believes, she adds, just that she trusts him and she knows he’ll tell her why he’s really in Hawai’i when he can.

But we’re not as patient as Tennant is. Now, we have to wonder if Sam was really talking to Kensi and Deeks (played by Daniela Ruah and Eric Christian Olsen on NCIS: Los Angeles, which ended its 14-season run in May 2023) or someone else, plus if it was about a past case or something else. Before he came to the island, Sam was last seen in the LA finale in Morocco, alongside Callen (Chris O’Donnell), Nell (Renée Felice Smith), and the team she’d put together—including Nate (Peter Cambor) and Sabatino (Erik Palladino)—as part of the mission to rescue Hetty. He was still there and therefore in the neighborhood, when he came to Tennant and Kate’s (Tori Anderson) aid in the Hawai’i Season 2 finale.

Could Sam have been talking to Kensi and Deeks or someone from that team Nell put together about Hetty? We haven’t heard anything about that mission to rescue her. What if Sam’s in Hawai’i because that’s the only place to get information as to her location or something that will help there? Or maybe there’s another open case that Sam’s working and he was talking to Kensi and Deeks about that. It could even technically be a past case that was never closed and therefore he wasn’t technically lying to Tennant and Kai. This could be why LL COOL J was vague when we tried to find out if we’d get an update on any of the LA characters with him now on Hawai’i.

Whatever’s going on, at least it’s clear that we will get answers, with Ernie suspicious and Tennant letting Sam know that he can talk to her when he can. What do you think is going on? Let us know in the comments below.

#😩😩😩😩#just tell us where she is already!!#hetty lange #sam hanna #ncis la #ncis hawaii #densi

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summary: Harry goes to Y/n's place, gets a girlfriend and looses something too (universe summary in masterlist)

warnings: smut (piv, f oral, hair pulling). first time writing smut too. also english is not my first language so be warned for typos. tons of fluff

w/c: 3.9k

a/n: smut! finally! so read at your own risk. please remember to reblog and share your thoughts as it always means a lot! and also send in some ideas so i can write blurbs now that finally they'll be together! you also do not need to read the others to understand this fic!

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July, 2012

It seems to Harry that all of the important things in his life happen at some sort of party. And while he was able to catch up with Y/n their end of tour party, the more important thing was he was able to snag an invite to her place for a movie and some sweets as a sort of break celebration from work; although Y/n’s break will be a little shorter than Harry’s, as she’s back to work on Catching Fire in September–all the way in Georgia then even farther to Hawai’i, as Harry stays in England with the rest of his band to work on more music.

Harry brushes off the non-existent hair from his skinny jeans as he takes the long ride up to Y/n’s flat in the private elevator that goes directly to her apartment–or the awkward hallway that goes to her door. But Harry found that the hallway was more intimidating than any long elevator ride.

He was starting to sweat through his shirt and he was glad he wore a bandana to keep his curls out of his face, because at least that way his sweat wouldn’t be as noticeable. She had complemented his bandana, so he made sure to wear the same one. He had a little bouquet of dark, blood red roses wrapped in black tissue papers with a gold ribbed tied in a bow. He wasn’t sure if this counted as a date so he didn’t know the right manners of what to bring. He obviously consulted his sister for some advice which first it started with a bunch of yelling about telling her telling their mum about his personal life, but after Gemma told him that a girl would always want flowers, so Harry went out and bought flowers–very expensive ones at that.

He knocked on the door three times–maybe he should’ve only done two. Was three too aggressive? He heard a couple of yaps from the inside then the twisting of the door handle, then was soon greeted by a lovely face.

“Hey Harry, come in!” Y/n was leaning against the door, but leg stuck out trying to keep a little furball out of the way. “Marney.” Y/n sighed as she scooped up the dog and ushered Harry inside, closing the door behind him.

“These are for you.” Harry handed the flowers to her, then immediately regretted the action when he realized she was still holding her dog. “W-where should I put these?”

“I'll take them if you don’t mind being sniffed at by Marmalade.” She smiled and it caused Harry to smile too and hastily nod his head. “You’ve been warned.” Y/n mumbled, setting Marmalade down while taking the roses from Harry. “They’re lovely, thank you.”

Harry didn’t hear her over the tickling of Marmalade’s fur and whiskers on the little sliver of skin shown, he reached down and let Marney sniff his hand and then started licking it like crazy. During that time Y/n managed to fill up a glass vase and place the roses in there.

“You can take off your shoes and put them near the door and you can wash your hands in the kitchen sink.” She told him, causing Harry to look up at her and follow her to the kitchen. It was an open floor plan so he was never left alone, the flat was quite spacious and he liked how the kitchen and living room flowed nicely with each other, he also liked the little dog and cat set up in the living room.

“Sorry baby.” Harry scratched behind the dog's ears. “We’ll snuggle later.”

“Talking with Marmalade already?” Harry heard Y/n tease.

“Lovely girl to talk to.” Harry reponds, finishing taking off his shoes and walking over to where he heard Y/n’s voice come from. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Oh?” She chuckles, going over to the oven and pulling out a rack of pastries. “These are the pain au chocolat, or the chocolate croissants, I find they go really well with hot chocolate.”

“Wow, they smell amazing.” Y/n nodded in agreement, clearly proud of the sweet treats. “You speak french? Or are you just a foodie?”

She laughed as she carefully put two croissants on their own plate, then served the hot chocolate. “I’d hardly call that french.” She mumbled, distracted by the task at hand. “But to answer your question, yeah, I’m fairly fluent.”

“Wow, that’s impressive–thank you.” He eagerly accepted the cup and plate as she guided him to the living room. “How come?”

“My aunt lived in Brussels, Belgium. So to get away she invited me to spend my summers with her.” She had a sad smile on her face as she sat down on the couch and passed. “She passed the summer before I landed Katniss, so I promised myself I would keep up my french in honor of her.”

Harry absorbed this information as he took a bite of the treat and let out a happy moan. Y/n laughed again–which Harry would never be opposed to. “She taught me how to cook too.”

“Wish I could’ve met her, she sounded like an amazing woman.” Harry tentatively put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“She would’ve loved you.”

“Really?” Harry questioned, and she once again nodded her head. “If you don’t mind me asking–you said to get away…”

“You know parents–they're just so overbearing.” She told him quickly. “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?”

Harry stared at Y/n, not answering her question and just thinking about her. He didn’t want to push her for information, but he somehow wants to let her know that she can talk to her about everything–because he doubts that was the end of it.

“What are you not a rom-com guy?” She tried again, snapping Harry from his thoughts and cracking a smile.

“Isn’t that kind of romantic?” He sighed, taking another big bite of the pastry. “More of a date thing, don’t you think?”

“Maybe we turn this into a date.” She shrugged. “Just for the movie of course.” She leaned a little closer to Harry and he did the same–they were sharing the blanket so she could feel his legs shaking with nerves.

Harry smirked. “I’d like that.”

They smiled before she went to look at the TV, “So what should we watch–”

“Wait this is a date right?” He interrupted. “I-I just don’t want to get the wrong idea.”

She looked at him, their faces close, very close–not that he’s complaining. Harry thinks he’s never been this close to a woman before, and suddenly his sweats are starting to come back. She leans in a little, then somehow Harry closes the small gap between them and their lips touch and turn into a kiss.

It’s nothing adventurous, not yet at least, because soon she grips the side of his jaw to finish off the kiss.

She lets her figure tips ghost over from his forehead to his jaw line before speaking. “I think it's a really good date, actually.” She smiled before turning back to the TV. “Legally Blonde?”

“Legally blonde.” Honestly, Y/n would say that Harry needed a lobotomy and he would probably agree. He was in pure and utter shock; he didn't even realize her head on his shoulder until he tried to lift up his arm to finish off the croissant. But when he did he figured the croissant could wait for later, he instead leaned his head on her’s.

The next hour was heaven in Harry’s eyes. Marmalade at some point wandered into the room and jumped onto Y/n’s lap. And when there's one, the other is normally not that far behind. While Elle is in her law class, Sugar surprises Harry by jumping right onto his crotch. The cat purrs and Harry smiles through the discomfort and scratches behind his ears.

“Sugar normally doesn’t like men.” Y/n comments.

“Isn’t Sugar a guy?”

“I think even since I got him neutered he’s been a little confused.” She shrugged. “And the vet was also a guy so I think he just has trust issues now with men, other than you I guess.”

“That’s…interesting.”

“Shut up, don’t make fun of my baby.” She leaned over to give the cat a kiss on the top of the head.

Harry was feeling bold now. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Hmm, that depends.” She jokes.

“Depends on what?”

“Well, it depends on if you like how this date is going.”

“I think it’s going great.” Harry admits.

“Oh yeah?” She chuckled. “How great are we talking?”

“Great enough that I want to ask you to be your boyfriend.” He grinned, proud of himself for being a bit bold.

“That's a coincidence.” She chimed. “Because I want to be your girlfriend.” Harry smiled and looked back at her, he honestly didn’t know what to do with himself. “You want to know what girlfriends and boyfriends do?”

“What?”

“They kiss.”

She closed the gap between them and they kissed. The kiss could only be described by Harry as being more full then the previous kiss. There was tongue now–which he definitely liked–but also more touching, and specifically, her touching him more.

Sugar and Marmalade had left for their own beds well well before this but neither were brave enough to move. But with the kiss quickly escalating they twisted themselves to lean more into each other, making it easier for their hands to have access to their faces and bodies.

Harry never really expected this when he went into that elevator, but he’s not complaining. Her hand now left his jaw and trailed her fingers down his chest but her mouth left his and Harry let out a pathetic whine that definitely turned into a moan as she started trailing kisses along his jaw then let her eyes meet hers.

“Hey, um–I don’t want to do anything you're uncomfortable with…” Her voice trailed off causing Harry’s mind to go a mile a minute. If anything, he would be the one making her uncomfortable. Harry is horny, and when Harry get’s horny, something hard gets in the way, and he’s about a hundred percent sure that it is definitely making her uncomfortable.

“But I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to my bedroom?”

Harry’s jaw dropped before he could collect himself and start nodding like a madman, he didn’t think he would be able to say anything audible right now--that wasn't a moan at least. She kissed him as they stood up, and he kissed back, hard. They smiled into this kiss as Y/n walked backwards towards a corridor with a single flight of stairs that led upstairs to her bedroom. Harry honestly couldn't see what was there and he couldn’t care less–once his lips were back on hers, everything felt insignificant.

She walked him to her bed, Harry falling down pulling her with him. His hands wander to her chest while hers tugs on his shirt.

“Fuck.” Harry moans when his lips detached from Y/n’s. He quickly sits up to tug his shirt off from his body then mumbled, “your turn.”

She smiled and happily removed her shirt, leaving only a bra that made Harry’s mouth water. “Better?” Y/n smirks.

“Much.” Is all Harry can say before he starts kissing down her jaw, just like she did before, then moves on to her neck and then down to her chest. “Is this okay?”

“Let me just..” She unhooked her bra and flung it somewhere else in the room. His eyes widened and he gulped. “You good?”

“Fuck yeah.” He picked up where he left off, kissing down one breast while the other was in his hands. He gave an experimental kiss to the nipple, hearing a happy sigh from the woman he decided to lick, then suck.

“Fuck, Harry.” Her hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging at the mop of curls. She pulled him away, before moving so she was against pillows, Harry following her. She smiled, loving the way Harry’s body felt against hers–even though he was in his skinny jeans and she was in her pants.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to go to the Sydney show.” She said in between kisses. “Think you could give me a show now?”

“I don’t think I want to sing now–” Harry met her gaze, then quickly realized. “You mean strip?” She laughed at Harry’s cheeks turning red. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Harry had no idea how to make taking off skinny jeans sexy. It’s just not. He didn’t think he’d make it this far with her, but if he knew it’s not like he has any other pants to wear that aren’t his old pajamas.

He sat up on his knees and tried to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the floor before attacking the button and zipper. He tried to shimmy out of his jeans in a respectable way but when he looked up at Y/n and saw that she was biting her lip, holding back a laugh.

“Stop laughing!”

“Am not!” She giggled. “You look so hot right now. I’m soaking.” Harry didn’t appreciate the sarcasm.

“That would sound hot if you weren’t just laughing at me.” He whined. Y/n smiled as she–in a not pathetic way–took off her pants, then grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him down so his body was up against hers and his fingers were touching her core.

“You look so hot right now.” She whispered in his ear. “I’m soaking.”

Harry wasn’t even being touched but moaned. “C-can I take these off?” His voice is croaky, barley above a whisper. His figures playing with the lace of her panties.

“Take ‘em off love.” Harry smiled at not only the nickname, but seeing those panties on her floor. He nearly ripped them off with his eagerness–maybe one day he could actually do just that, but another time.

“Can I go down on you?” He asked, his voice was more confident this time, smiling like crazy. He has always thought that eating out a women was one of the hottest things that could happen in his sex life–and honestly one of the hottest things that could happen in porn too.

“Fuck yes.” Harry got down and was face to face–or face to pussy–and took a bold lick. “Fuck, Harry more.” Y/n’s hands were tangled in Harry’s hands once again and the tension grew tighter on his skin as Harry got more confident and started to really eat her out.

Y/n felt as though she was on fire, she knew the pleasure that could come from masterbation but it was a completely different pleasure when someone else was doing all of the work, especially with his tongue. He would occasionally stop and nibble at her thighs, not hard enough to leave a hickey, but enough to leave the sting of his love bite too.

While eating her out, Harry fell in love with oral sex. Something about it made him feel all hot–and it didn’t hurt that everytime Y/n thighs would squeeze around him that he could feel all the blood from his head go straight to his dick. He grinded his cock on the bed in a feeble attempt to get off, but he could only go so far and get so close to his release. He only had boxers on right now, and he so badly wanted them off, but he soon realized that if he were to cum from eating out Y/n, it would probably not be the best for his ego.

“Harry, fuck, Harry.” She moaned, her voice closer and closer to being inaudible. Harry stopped and looked up towards her, removing his mouth from her pussy. She looked amazing, sweat glistening from her face and on her boobs. Harry, though had a thin strand of her juices and spit on his lips, spoke softly to her. “I want you inside me.”

“I want to be inside of you so bad.” Harry got up and kissed her, touching her breasts while her hands trailed down his chest and onto his waist where the band of his boxers laid. She slowly took them off, almost as if she wanted Harry to feel this torture that was teasing, but they soon were thrown on the floor with the rest of their clothing.

They stared at each other, both naked and so loving. Harry’s eyes scanned over her body, stopping a bit longer at her breasts but then continued down. Y/n looked down from Harry’s hair down to his cock. She first saw the star tattoo on his bicep, she liked it and thought it was cute. But her eyes landed on something more exciting–his dick.

But then she remembered.

“Condoms.” She said, looking at Harry with almost a hurt expression.

“Fuck, I might have one.” Harry stumbled up and went to find his pants. A little while ago, someone jokingly put a condom in Harry’s wallet to embarrass him–long story–and he doesn’t think he took it out. “Do you see where my jeans are?”

“Uh, right by my bra. Other side.” She told him, anxiously waiting while also a tad cold.

“Thanks.” Harry would put his jeans and the wallet inside. The moment of truth is when he opened it and luckily found an unopened condom. He joined Y/n on the bed and gave her a kiss. He tried to open the condom wrapper but his hands were too sweaty to do so.

“Here.” She took the condom from him and easily ripped the condom and handed it back to him and fuck, he nearly busted right there. Harry took the condom and carefully rolled it onto his dick–his dick that looked absolutely jaw dropping.

“A-are.” Harry cleared his throat. “Are you ready?”

She nodded her head. “Yes.” Then Y/n looked back at him. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Harry smiled and then when he put his tip in his entrance he was fucked–literally. They’ve both never felt greater pleasure then when Harry slowly put the rest of his cock in her pussy.

“Fuck, Harry, feel so good.” She moaned when he was fully in her. Harry wanted to moan but he couldn’t even think–he just felt, and all he felt was pleasure.

“Can, can I move?” Harry asked, practically begging. She nodded and he started to experimentally move in and out. He started moaning–loud–and cursing under his breath. “You’re so tight, fuck.”

One arm was holding himself up, the other was touching her breast while he kissed her passionately. She arched her back which made their chests touch, causing his hand to slip out and go down to her clit. He knew she was close–fuck he was really close–so he knew to push her over the edge: he had to rub her clit.

"Fuck, Har!" She whined, kissing more feverishly to Harry.

“I’m really close.” Harry told her. “Want you to come before me.”

“Close, just don’t stop, don’t stop–” With a couple more thrusts she clenched around Harry, moaning as her orgasam washed over her. Feeling her death grip on his cock, and hearing her moans, Harry released into the condom.

“Holy fuck!” Harry collapsed onto Y/n, not yet moving from being inside of her. “That, that was…”

“Amazing?”

“Better than amazing.” Harry happily sighed. But, she needed to burst to bubble.

“I need to clean up. Can you…” Harry groaned but reluctantly agreed and pulled out, and fuck did it sting. Y/n got up and stood on her legs, a bit light headed but went on to the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

She closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She was happy—she now has a boyfriend that is the sweetest person ever, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all going too fast. Harry was her first official boyfriend, and is the person she lost her virginity to, she doesn’t regret that, but it was weird opening up to someone that she’s known for only five months which is an extremely small time considering she met her one other friend when they were in primary school.

Y/n just doesn’t want to get ahead of herself. But it was a foreign yet welcomed sensation that she could have intimacy with someone like this, not just sex but emotional intimacy.

Harry on the other hand felt like he just had an edible. He felt floaty, happy, and really down to earth. It took him a moment to realize that he needed to get his act together and he better take the condom off and throw it away; which he did, but not without his hands shaking.

Today went better than Harry ever could have expected—better than any porn he watched too. The first starters got a girlfriend, which deserves a whole night of celebration; secondly, he lost his virginity, another reason to celebrate. The singer couldn’t feel any better, although he did miss Y/n next to him. He really appreciated the intimacy during sex, which he never really considered until in the moment, but it also caused him to crave her more.

She wouldn't kick him out now that they had sex, thought, right? She wouldn't say 'thanks for the fuck now leave', would she? Harry stood awkwardly in the room trying to figure out his next step.

Y/n walked back into the room, she felt a bit out of place, unsure of what her next move should be. Her arms wrapped around herself, covering her chest and trying to even her breathing.

“So…”

“So.” Harry looked around, doubt starting to cloud him. “Do you want me to leave?” He looked down and started looking for his boxers.

“No! Not, unless you need to go.” She didn’t want to feel like he was stuck, staying here with her. But Harry smiled, glad she wanted him to stay.

“I’d like to stay.” Harry laid back down onto the bed, before realizing. “I-I’ll get some clothes.”

“It’s fine. Scooch. I like left side.” Y/n moved him over and tried to get under the sheets, before Harry got pay back by grabbing her by the waist and rolling her so her back was against his chest. Soft giggles filled the room before they both knew it; they were happy, blissful, and in pure awe of each other. Any concerns or questions vanished with a simple touch of their lover's body.

"Guest gets left side." He called, rubbing his nose and leaving a kiss on the back of her head.

Harry yawned, causing Y/n to yawn as well–of course erupting in a little laughter. Harry knew he should get this out now, in the moment. “You were my first, and I’m really glad you were.” He breathed. "I really really like you."

“You were my first too.” She turned to face him, booping his nose. “And I really like you too.”

“Wow, fangirl much.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. Earning a quick nudge in the groin. “Ow, sensitive there.”

“Try that again.”

“How about we go on a date–next Friday?”

“Can’t we do it sooner?” She asked. “Maybe tomorrow morning? I make amazing waffles.”

“Only if you let me make the eggs.”

She hummed, agreeing to the deal. “Alright, lover. Night.”

“Night, Angel.”

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ffcrazy15 · 1 year

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Lower Decks Theory: Boimler lived on Risa for a while

I think Boimler enlisted when the Dominion War broke out and was assigned to Risa at some sort of desk job. It would explain why he and Mariner seem to be about the same age but she has way more practical experience; while she was on the frontlines on Deep Space 9 (presumably as a senior cadet either who was either mobilized or volunteered, since we see in the 2009 movie that cadets can be sent into active-duty during out breaks of war) he would have been doing paperwork at the Galaxy’s R&R hotspot, and then afterwards gone through the Academy to get officer status.

That would make him about three years younger than Mariner and their timelines would line up perfectly: they would both spend two years in active service during the war (2373-2375), and then he would go back to the Academy for another four years for officer training (’75-’79) and then two more years as an ensign on the Cerritos (’79-’81), while she would spend the same time serving on “five different starships” (’75-’81) before getting sent to the Cerritos.

It would also explain why he apparently prefers “jamaharon” (a Risa-specific sex practice mentioned by the Anabaj who tries to seduce him in Episode 2), knows what a horga'hn is when Riker and Troi are talking about it on the Titan, and is able to at least passably fake his way through Ransom’s Hawai’ian-themed party but only uses “generic island stuff” as conversation topics, since presumably Risa and Hawai’i have similar geographies but different cultures.

(It also makes the fact that he’s allergic to sand even funnier.)

#lower decks #star trek lower decks #brad boimler #boimler #beckett mariner #mariner #risa #dominion war

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Hawaiian officials attributed the cause of catastrophic wildfires to alleged failures from the state's main power utility company and downed power lines this week after Democrats blamed the disaster on global warming.

In a lawsuit filed Thursday, the government of Maui County, Hawaii, alleged Hawaiian Electric Company (HECO) and its subsidiaries failed to properly power down live electrical equipment amid a red flag windstorm earlier this month. Due to this failure, downed power lines operated by the utility company sparked a series of deadly fires on the island, the lawsuit claimed.

"The lawsuit alleges that the Defendants acted negligently by failing to power down their electrical equipment despite a National Weather Service Red Flag Warning on August 7th," Maui County said in a release announcing its lawsuit.

"The lawsuit further alleges HECO’s energized and downed power lines ignited dry fuel such as grass and brush, causing the fires," the announcement added. "The lawsuit also alleges failure to maintain the system and power grid, which caused the systemic failures starting three different fires on August 8th."

EXPERTS THROW COLD WATER ON DEM CLAIMS THAT HAWAII WILDFIRES CAUSED BY CLIMATE CHANGE

Maui County argued in the lawsuit that HECO has a duty "to properly maintain and repair the electric transmission lines, and other equipment including utility poles associated with their transmission of electricity, and to keep vegetation properly trimmed and maintained so as to prevent contact with overhead power lines and other electric equipment."

However, Democratic lawmakers, a top White House official and Hawaii Gov. Josh Green have all blamed the event, which has claimed the lives of at least 115 people, on human-caused global warming.

ENVIRONMENTALISTS ARE BLOCKING FOREST MANAGEMENT METHODS SAVING ICONIC SEQUOIAS AMID YOSEMITE WILDFIRE

"This is devastating. This is a climate emergency," Sen. Ed Markey, D-Mass., an original sponsor of the Green New Deal, wrote in a post on X on Aug. 10. "I stand in solidarity with my friends and colleagues from Hawai’i — we must act fast, provide aid, and invest in a resilient and safe future."

"Heartbreaking fires in Hawaii! Scientists are clear that climate chaos wreaking havoc on ecosystems everywhere is the new norm," Sen. Jeff Merkley, D-Ore., said in a separate post. "We need to take action immediately or else it will get even worse."

Rep. Ro Khanna, D-Calif., who spearheaded a recent congressional investigation into Big Oil, called on President Biden to declare a "climate emergency" in response to the fires.

"My heart breaks hearing of the devastation in Maui," Rep. Cori Bush, D-Mo., added. "The climate crisis is here and it's killing people. It’s time for [Biden] to declare a climate emergency."

Sen. Dick Durbin, D-Ill., joined in, saying the wildfires were a "devastating view of our planet as we fail to adequately address the climate crisis."

And White House clean energy czar John Podesta called for policies to reduce carbon emissions to fight future natural disasters like the Maui wildfires which he said were "fueled by climate change."

HAWAII WINDS TO LESSEN AS FIREFIGHTERS ATTEMPT TO CONTAIN WILDFIRES; CONDITIONS REMAIN DRY AND BREEZY

"This summer has brought one climate disaster after another, from extreme heat in Arizona and Texas and across the Southeast, to floods in Vermont and upstate New York, to thick smoke from Canadian wildfires," Podesta told reporters on Aug. 16. "And all of us have watched in horror as the Maui fires have claimed over 100 lives — the largest loss of life of a fire in the last 100 years in America."

"To stop these disasters from getting even worse, we have to cut the carbon pollution that’s driving the climate crisis, and that’s what the Inflation Reduction Act is all about," he continued.

Experts, though, have thrown cold water on claims that climate change triggered the Maui fires. Instead, they said the event was largely a result of years of poor forest and brush management, in addition to declining agriculture. Such conditions, they said, allow fires to spread rapidly and make fires harder to contain. "Blaming this on weather and climate is misleading," said Clay Trauernicht, a University of Hawaii at Manoa professor and environmental management expert. "Hawai'i's fire problem is due to the vast areas of unmanaged, nonnative grasslands from decades of declining agriculture."

"These savannas now cover about a million acres across the main Hawaiian Islands, mostly the legacy of land clearing for plantation agriculture and ranching in the late 1800s/early 1900s," he continued. "The transformation to savanna makes the landscape way more sensitive to bad 'fire weather' — hot, dry, windy conditions. It also means we get huge buildups of fuels during rainy periods."

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This is a summary (and maybe slight critique) of LGBTQ America: A Theme Study of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender and Queer History—chapter 09. Sexual and Gender Diversity in Native America and the Pacific Islands by Will Roscoe.

This piece is interesting as the theme study was published by the National Park Foundation and the National Park Service. (Connections can be made to the history of parks as places of constructing heteromasculinity and heteronormativity as well as their role in colonialism, but also the historic presence of queerness in rural places. )

This chapter discusses the significant diversity in gender roles, sexualities and identities among the indigenous peoples of ‘the united states’ though in my writing I would refer to the land, at least when discussing the land prior to colonialism, as Turtle Island.

Two Spirits in Native Tradition: Roles, Genders, Identities and Diversity

Roscoe chooses to begin the story from the perspective of a French colonizer whose intentions were to claim land for the French in what is now called Florida. His party is lost and tired and is saved by a Native who was probably from the Timucua people (09-2). This person gave the colonizers water and was described as, “an Indian woman of tall stature, which also was an Hermaphrodite” and later he encountered another ‘hermaphrodite’ serving as an emissary of a Timucuan king.

“The multiplicity of gender and sexuality among native peoples was noted as early as 1540 along the Colorado River by Alarcon, in the 1770s in Hawai’I by Cook’s third expedition and in the same decade by Russian explorers in Alaska” (09-3). By being noticed, these gender diverse people had become targets for colonial violence. Such as when in 1513, “Vasco Nunez de Balboa had forty-two spirits in Panama thrown to his dogs” (09-3). I want to pause and be genuinely horrified and to feel sorrow for these people whose ‘crime’ was being different from what the colonists in their fucked-up worldview, knew.

Hermaphrodite is a term that was used by Europeans and other colonists to describe native people they encountered who appeared to be crossing or mixing genders. For the Europeans from this time, the term hermaphrodite “could indicate intersexuality, androgyny, or homosexuality” (09-4). In reality, “the sheer diversity of Native American and Pacific Island cultures makes the use of any umbrella term problematic” (09-3).

But colonists did often use other terms such as ‘sodomites’ and berdache—the latter of which became a ‘frontier’ term (used between colonists and Natives) to identify a social role among various tribes (09-4). The actual origins of the term linguistically are quite old but are not Native and was largely defined as a “younger or subordinate partner in a male homosexual relationship” (09-4).

#queer history #transphobia #erotophobia #colonialism #Timucua #two-spirits /#gender variation #social construction of gender #heteronormativity #queer theory

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instead of you [part thirty-four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, smut (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional smut warnings: protected sex, public(ish) sex

“Were you able to get some rest?” Jisung asked, hand in yours as you walked through the airport together.

“Not much,” you admitted.

“Thankfully, I don’t think we’re doing anything today. We can just crash when we get to the hotel.”

“Okay.”

Jet lag was hitting you particularly hard. Oahu was a whole eighteen hours behind Bali, meaning you were technically in yesterday. Everyone else seemed to be handling it fine but maybe that was because they hadn’t ruined their relationship with their best friend by sleeping with his brother.

It was midday and already hot as hell. You waited outside with the Hans while Dom filled out the paperwork for rental cars. He called Minho inside to sign a waiver that allowed him to be the driver of the other car. Minho was the only one of the four of you who was old enough to legally drive a rental car and he rubbed it in the rest of your faces with a shake of the keys once he rejoined your group.

“Follow us to the resort,” Dom instructed Minho. “I’ll send you the address in case you lose us.”

You climbed into the backseat with Jisung and slumped over on his shoulder. You tried to stay awake as Minho drove through the island but your eyelids were feeling heavy and the winding mountain roads weren’t helping.

“Are we not staying in Honolulu?” you asked, watching the road signs zoom past.

“We’ll take a day trip over there but my parents wanted to stay at Ko’Olina again because they liked it so much last time,” Jisung explained.

“Right, I forgot that you guys have been here before.”

“I try not to think about it.”

Your time in Hawai’i was being split between two islands: Oahu and Kauai. In Oahu, you were staying in separate hotel rooms, and in Kauai, everyone was sharing a condo again.

It was nice to be able to have your own space but it also meant that there really wasn’t a way to avoid Jisung. You were kind of stuck with him. At least he was speaking to you again. He’d had some time to cool down so he wasn’t as angry but you could tell that he didn’t particularly want to spend time with you either.

You were stuck at a crossroads in that respect. You weren’t sure how to mend things with him but you knew you wanted to. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same way. He had been pretty clear the night that he found out about you and Minho that he wanted nothing to do with you outside of your already agreed-upon deal. But that had been in the heat of the moment. You had tried extinguishing any flicker of hope that threatened to engulf you in order to protect yourself from being hurt again, but it was getting harder and harder to do the more time you spent with him.

Sometimes it felt like nothing had changed. There were fleeting moments shared between just the two of you when there was no one around to pretend for that made you think your friendship might still be salvageable. But they never lasted long. They were lapses in Jisung’s judgment, when he would accidentally let his guard down, acting like you were still those kids you had been back at school, like you were still his favorite person.

He ordered room service for the two of you and you ate in relative silence. When the tension became unbearable you turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, ultimately deciding on some show playing on The Food Network. Perfect vacation television. It was a rerun of Chopped. You could tell it was a rerun from the dated fashion choices and technology- not because you were an avid fan or anything, though you had seen your fair share of episodes by being best friends with a culinary student. Whenever you watched it together Jisung liked to play a game where he would invent his own dishes with the ingredients the contestants were given.

“What would you make with that?” you asked, nodding at the screen, trying to lighten the mood.

He took a moment to think, mulling over the assortment of items in his mind. “Probably a salad of some kind since it’s the appetizer round. It’s a cop-out but I could make a dressing with that peanut brittle.”

You hummed in acknowledgment. “Knowing you, it would probably still taste good.”

“You have too much faith in me.”

“Or I just know you.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Later that night, after you had both showered, you tried bringing up your conversation from the other day but Jisung shut you down entirely.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” he mumbled, tossing one of the extra pillows from the bed onto the armchair a little harder than necessary.

“But-”

“I’m just not ready yet,” he cut you off. “I... don’t want to say anything else I don’t mean. And I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”

There it was again, that stupid spark of hope struck like a match against the side of your heart.

You nodded in understanding, biting your lip to keep from showing just how disappointed you were.

It was a strange mix of emotions, hope and disappointment. They were complete opposites but somehow you were feeling them simultaneously.

“O-okay,” you said shakily, watching as he climbed into bed.

You moved to do the same even though it felt painfully awkward, how were you supposed to just go to bed after that? How did people in relationships do it? How did people just roll over and fall asleep like nothing had happened after an argument?

As soon as you reached to pull the sheets back, fingertips brushing the fabric, your phone vibrated next to you on the bedside table.

You glanced at the screen and saw that it was a message from Minho. He was asking you to meet him downstairs. It wasn’t that late but it was already dark and it had been a long day. What could he possibly want?

Jisung must have noticed the look on your face because he sighed and muttered “go” at you without meeting your eyes.

“I, uh, I’ll be back. Later.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You made sure to grab a room key on the way out and then hurried down the hall to the elevator, pressing the down button over and over again until it finally arrived at your floor.

Minho was waiting for you in the lobby like he said he would be, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed impatiently. To your surprise, he smiled when he saw you.

“What’s so important you couldn’t tell me over text?” you demanded in annoyance.

Minho’s grin faltered but didn’t fall. He just eyed you with an air of amusement. “Who said I had something to tell you?”

“Why else would you make me come down here?”

He raised an arm, dangling the key to the rental car he had driven earlier that day. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Do you trust me?”

“Not particularly.”

Minho placed his hand over his heart and winced. “You wound me.”

“Just tell me where you’re taking me!”

“But that ruins the surprise!” he argued.

“The surprise? It’s like eleven p.m. and I’m tired! Why are you dragging me out at this hour? Jisung’s already annoyed that I came down here to meet you in the first place.”

“How does he know?”

“Who else would text me at this hour?”

“Fair point. But are you just going to stand there and interrogate me all night or are we doing this?”

You huffed in frustration. “I don’t even know what ‘this’ is!”

“Come on!”

Minho grabbed your hand before you could argue any further and dragged you out through the lobby into the parking lot.

“So now you’re kidnapping me?” you exclaimed, tripping over your own feet.

Minho chuckled but still shot you a look of warning. “Keep your voice down! People are going to think you’re serious.”

“Yes, sir,” you deadpanned.

“Stop trying to turn me on in public, you already have an unfair advantage.”

You weren’t sure how serious he was but you rolled your eyes anyway. You also didn’t know what he meant by the second part but you didn’t ask about that either.

He didn’t let go of your hand until you reached the car. And even then, it seemed like he was hesitant to release you from his grasp, fingers lingering on your palm like he was afraid you’d run away the second he set you free.

But you climbed into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt without a second thought. A series of poor decisions had already led you here. What was a couple more?

Mostly, your curiosity is what drove you to get in the car with him. You figured you didn’t have much to lose at this point. You hadn’t spoken more than a couple of words to Minho in the last few days. You had assumed he’d want nothing to do with you after you fucked up his relationship with his brother-- then again, maybe he didn’t want anything to do with you and was only driving you somewhere where he could chew you out without anyone overhearing. Hell, maybe he was taking you out to a pier where he could push you in the water so that your body would never be found.

No, he's too famous for that. He’d never get away with it.

You were silent as Minho put the car in gear and backed out of the lot. As soon as he turned onto the main road he rolled the windows down, glancing over at you to make sure it didn’t bother you.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

You watched him mess with the radio dial until a signal from a local station was picked up. Once he found something, he adjusted the volume so that you could hear the music over the sound of the rushing wind, and then he reached across the center console, hand outstretched. The gesture caught you off guard, and you were unsure whether or not you should take it. You figured it would be more awkward if you left him hanging so you looked away and slipped your fingers between his, relaxing into the familiar feeling.

The roads were mostly empty. Everything was already closed for the night. Eventually, Minho merged onto the highway, heading east.

“Do you know where you’re going?” you asked twenty minutes later when he still hadn’t taken an exit. You were beginning to suspect that he didn’t really have anyplace in particular in mind, that he was just taking you for a late night drive, which would have been fine. You liked long drives too. But he had made it all seem so mysterious and the anticipation was killing you.

“Of course I do, how dare you doubt me!”

“It’s just that you don’t have a GPS on or anything!”

“I’ve been here before,” he reminded you.

“Yeah, one time three years ago.”

“That’s all I need,” he assured you. “And if you pay attention to the road signs you don’t even need to memorize the route.”

“You sound like my dad,” you mumbled.

“Your dad must be a very talented navigator,” Minho said decisively, complimenting himself.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but he didn’t fail his driver’s test- what was it, four times?”

“Low blow,” he chided and shook his head.

“You needed to be humbled.”

Comfortable silence resumed between the two of you as Minho continued driving. He got off the highway a few miles later and wove through town before finally turning onto a rocky uphill path. The radio signal weakened almost immediately, static interrupting the music that had been playing. He turned the volume down out of instinct.

“Remind me, do you get carsick?” Minho asked suddenly, like it was an afterthought that had just occurred to him.

“Um, sometimes? Why do you ask?”

“These roads are winding,” he explained, “they might make you nauseous. Just try to look straight ahead. Don’t look at your phone.”

“I haven’t looked at my phone this entire time!”

“Well don’t start now.”

You braced yourself for the twists and turns of the road but it was difficult to anticipate where they would be with how dark it was. The headlights of the car were the only source of light on the gravel road, everything else surrounded by shadows and silhouettes of trees.

Finally, just when you were starting to feel a little lightheaded, Minho pulled into a little lot on the side of the road.

“Are we here?” you asked, squinting in the darkness to try and make anything out.

“Yup,” Minho answered with a smile.

He turned off the car, letting the headlights dim.

“Come on!”

“We’re getting out?” you exclaimed.

“Would you just trust me?”

Sighing, you kicked open the passenger side door and climbed out of the car. Minho rounded the back to meet you on your side, blanket in hand.

“Where are we?”

“Listen.”

You closed your eyes and did as you were told, waiting for any sort of clue as to where you were. In the distance, you could hear waves crashing against the shore. The salt in the air and the sound of breeze rustling through palm fronds only confirmed what you already knew.

“You took me to the beach?”

“Follow me.”

Minho took your hand and led you along the sandy path down to the shore. You toed off your shoes and held them in your free hand as you walked. The place was practically empty. The only other signs of life were the flames from a bonfire about half a mile down the beach.

Minho used the flashlight on his phone so you could see where you were going, keeping you steady when you tripped over your own feet in the uneven sand.

“Careful there,” he chuckled.

He picked a spot that wasn’t too far from the path, something that put a little more distance between you and the bonfire.

“Is this okay?”

“Seems as good a place as any,” you said and shrugged.

Minho laid out the blanket and motioned for you to sit on it. The sand underneath the fabric was cool, having long lost hold of the heat from the sun. It molded to the shape of your body as you chose a comfortable position.

You could feel Minho’s presence beside you but neither of you moved closer to the other. You figured he hadn’t brought you all the way out here to sit in silence, but you didn’t want to be the one to prompt the conversation. He was the one who was so insistent on coming, he could make the first move.

He did, after several more moments. You waited patiently, allowing him to collect his thoughts. His eyebrows were knit together, eyes downcast, as if he were having an internal argument with himself. Then, his expression softened and he met your gaze, any trace of conflict seemingly absolved.

“You look really pretty.”

You scoffed. “You can’t even see me that well.”

“Speak for yourself, I can see you perfectly.”

“It’s dark out!”

“We have the moonlight.”

“Barely.”

“I think you need to get your eyes checked,” Minho teased.

“Did you bring me out here just to make fun of me?”

“Yeah, are you not having a good time?” Minho asked. “Do I need to up my game?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t grant him a response, instead pulling your knees to your chest so that you could rest your chin on them.

“Do you like it? Here, I mean?”

You nodded. “It’s nice. Quiet.”

“Mhm.”

“But why this beach? I mean, we’re on an island, the whole place is beach, but you drove me all the way out here.”

“It’s usually pretty empty, especially at night.”

“And you know that because... you’ve taken lots of girls out here?”

“If you count my mum, then yes,” he said sarcastically. “I don’t exactly frequent the island of O’ahu.”

“So you’re saying that if you did, you’d bring girls here all of the time?”

“Oh, totally. It’s how I’d seal the deal, like all the assholes in the movies.”

“By telling them they’re the first one you’ve ever brought here?”

“Exactly. But you know I’m telling you the truth because you already slept with me.”

You shoved him with a scoff, a little harder than you intended, making Minho fall back onto the blanket.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You know exactly what that was for.”

He grinned sheepishly and then stretched out the arm that was closest to you. “C’mon, then. Join me.”

You shifted a bit, moving further down on the quilt so that when you laid back Minho’s arm would slot perfectly under your neck. You curled up to him, slinging your own arm across his stomach. The rhythm of his breathing along with the sounds of the waves breaking against the shore was soothing. It was the most relaxed you’d felt in a long time. You were halfway to sleep when you felt Minho murmur something into your hair.

“What?’ you asked groggily, blinking your eyes open.

“The stars, look.”

You repositioned yourself a bit so that you could stare straight up at the sky to see what he was talking about, gasping quietly when you did.

It wasn’t as impressive as the night skies on the boat had been, you were much closer to civilization now, but it was still better than anything you’d ever gotten to see back home. It was as if the sky was dripping with diamonds, stars hanging out of reach like they were on display at a store far out of your budget.

“It’s gorgeous.”

“I thought you might like it,” Minho mused, “I’m glad the clouds cleared so you could see them.”

“It’s nice here even without the stars,” you assured him. “Though, they’re definitely a highlight.”

Minho turned his head to look at you, smiling. Your eyes had adjusted slightly, allowing you to see the details of his face.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but the next thing you knew you were kissing him. Minho cupped your face with both hands and pressed his tongue against the seam of your lips, silently begging you to open your mouth. You did, gasping when he got impatient and nipped at your bottom lip.

You took the initiative this time and rolled on top of him, working your hands under his t-shirt to feel him up.

“Missed this,” Minho sighed, “missed you.”

“It’s only been like three days!”

“Way too long, if you ask me.”

You rolled your eyes but let the comments fuel your ego anyway.

He matched your pace and dropped his hands from your face to let them roam your body. It didn’t take long for them to find your tits, fingers brushing over your nipples underneath the fabric of your shirt. You rolled your hips against his, already able to feel that he was half hard through his sweats.

Minho groaned and broke away from kissing you to catch his breath, tilting his head back and swallowing hard. His hips stuttered underneath you, encouraging you to keep going. You took over and began kissing your way down his neck.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked breathlessly

You knew you were acting desperate but it’s because you were desperate. You were aching for him and your panties were beginning to feel uncomfortably sticky.

“Are you sure?” Minho asked, not answering your question.

“Yes, fuck, where are they?”

He propped himself up on his elbows and nodded down at his pocket. “I still have a few in my wallet.”

You sat up a little and brought one of your hands down to his pants, brushing your palm over his erection before fumbling for his wallet in his pocket.

“You’re a menace,” he hissed as he kicked his head back.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You retrieved a condom and slid the wallet back into his pocket, tearing the foil wrapper open while you tried to get his pants off at the same time.

“Need help?”

“No, I got it,” you muttered.

You were able to get Minho’s pants down far enough to get his dick out and put the condom on him before pushing your own pajama shorts and panties to the side so you could ride him without having to take them all the way off.

“Wait, I haven’t even fingered you or anything,” Minho interjected, putting a hand on your stomach to stop you from lowering yourself onto him. “It’ll hurt.”

“We don’t really have a lot of time,” you argued back, “I’m really wet already. You don’t need to.”

“Bullshit,” he countered in disbelief.

You were starting to get annoyed. Why wouldn’t he just fuck you like you wanted? You could tell Minho was getting frustrated as well, confused as to why you were rushing into it.

“At least let me rub your clit a little first?” he pleaded.

You wanted to tell him that it really was fine, that you’d just need a couple of extra seconds to adjust to his size, but he was already running a thumb over your pussy, feeling around for the spot that would make your knees buckle.

“F-fuck,” you whispered when he found it, arching just slightly to press yourself into him further.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Minho asked, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

You couldn’t even deny it. “Yes.”

“Still gotta be quiet, though,” he reminded you, “don’t want to let those folks down the way know what we’re up to, huh?”

You nodded in agreement even though you had completely forgotten about the people having a bonfire on the beach. They were likely too far away to see the two of you in the dark, but you knew sound carried so you would still have to be careful.

“Can you put it in now? Just want to feel you.” You threw in a pout at the end just for good measure, hoping that would be enough to get you what you wanted.

Minho nodded and put a hand on either of your hips to help you. You sighed in relief as you sank down on him, finally feeling full. You were able to take him all at once but you did need more time to adjust to having him inside of you, to which Minho cockily mouthed I told you so at you.

Once the discomfort ebbed away you leaned down and pressed your chest to his, resting your head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you instinctively as you started rocking yourself on his cock, trembling at just how deep he could get at this angle.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you mumbled.

He carded a hand through your hair and cocked his head to the side. “What, having sex on the beach?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s a first for me too,” Minho admitted.

“Better make it memorable then, right?”

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the-overgrown-states · 10 days

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can i get your alaska agre hc's IF YOU SEE THEM DOING AGERE :))

-🕸

yes you may have some

Alaska is usually a caretaker

Will take care of anyone

Has babysat most of the south

is Maine and California’s designated caretaker

Shares custody of California with the Northeast though

Designated Northeast babysitter

has at least one Northeast state a month, usually more

he doesn’t regress unless around a heavily trusted source

i.e. Maine, CDC, Hawai’i, or Canada

yes he is really good friends with Canada

Hawai’i is his designated caretaker

Hawai’i has been trying to convince him to regress more because currently when he regresses he will go MONTHS without regressing

then be regressed for usually a week straight

likes to be wrapped up in big blankets and jackets and soft things when regressed

calm and quiet kid

kinda timid

has had exactly One playdate with non-Northeasteners

California had ended up having a tantrum and Florida kept biting him

he refused to regress for ages afterwards

Hawai’i held onto that grudge for a long time because Alaska STILL refuses playdates with anyone that isn’t the Northeast

most of the Northeast is calm, or chaotic but easily controllable so he likes them

constantly has stuffed animals surrounding him

will go play in the snow for hours

then when Hawai’i finally gets him inside she gives him hot cocoa and puts on Balto and its other movies for him to watch

will not sleep alone

Hawai’i gets trapped in his bed with him constantly

and if it’s a sleepover, someone else will be stuck with him

the one time he regressed by himself he got no sleep, and the house was trashed

he’s calm but when he’s stressed or tired he gets cranky

doesn’t have a lot of his own toys

has a polar bear stuffed animal that NO ONE is allowed to touch

it was a gift from Hawai’i and he will YELL if you touch it

Maine washed it one time and Alaska cried for an hour and sat at the washer and dryer to wait for it to be done

“She’s gotta be so scared :((“

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mur-art · 4 months

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Oooo, you have Jefferson hcs? I'd love to hear them if you're comfortable with that (not forced)

I definitely haven’t thought about this too much /s

TL;DR I feel like he’d be a great one-off character for the Table purely for comedic value. Dude is pathetic and his antics and attempts to convince others of his legitimate (totally legitimate, he swears) statehood would be hilarious.

Some art and HCs under the cut.

@freshwolfhell has lots of good Jeff HCs as well! A lot of these are the results of our discussions!

TW Discussion of weed (ofc) and other drugs

I forgot if I posted this one or not; again, credit to @freshwolfhell for inspiring this silly comic.

-As the comic above implies, Jeff is sometimes the definition of political “horseshoe theory”; coming to agree with certain progressive/liberal values not because he understands them or agrees with them, but for his own completely unhinged reasons.

-Dude smokes so much weed. He’s just constantly surrounded by a haze. He also struggles with addictions to some harder drugs.

-He’s a hardcore conspiracy theorist. There aren’t many conspiracy theories he DOESN’T believe in, even ones that seemingly contradict each other.

-He lives in an RV deep in the forest. The RV is covered in moss and hasn’t been moved in at least 20 years. It’s at the end of a dirt road that’s impassable when it rains. He rarely leaves, but when he does, he drives an old beat up Subaru with a hundred somewhat contradictory political bumper stickers.

-He managed to rig up a setup for TV and shitty internet, but he’s very much stuck in the past technology-wise. He still rents DVDs and listens to the radio. His favorite pastime is listening to true crime or conspiracy podcasts, and/or watching news stories about how much California sucks.

-He may or may not frequently get mistaken for some type of cryptid.

-He used to work in the logging industry and he feels a lot of resentment at California and the “environmentalists,” who, in his opinion, ruined his life by lobbying against the industry, leading to the downfall of so many of “his” towns and plunging him into poverty. He’s extremely bitter about this, as well as every other wrong (imagined or real) committed by California and Oregon against him. (Just like California) He keeps receipts. He writes down everything in a journal, and takes it with him everywhere.

-He lets his resentment and anger control him. Instead of trying to better his own situation or trying to get along with others, he places the blame for his own failures on everyone else.

-A lot of his resentment and anger is (perhaps misplaced) jealousy. Of California. Of the other cities and regions of California who have (in his mind) everything he never had. Of the other states, who are recognized as such and the honor that brings. Of course he’d never admit this.

-He’s convinced in his own mind that he’s a real state, and has been for decades, and that everyone else is actively conspiring to hide that fact.

-In an attempt to to gain support, he’s gone to the other “misfits” in the nation like Puerto Rico, Hawai’i, and Maryland. Each attempt has backfired spectacularly, as he’s not exactly culturally or racially aware, and ended up saying some offensive shit to them.

-He tries to call both California and Oregon every Thursday to remind them that he’s a state, but they’ve long since blocked him on every form of communication. So he’s gone back to writing letters. They’re long-winded, filled with spelling errors, and list (in great detail) every grievance that Jeff has with both of them. He never gets a response, but he continues to send them.

-He also writes letters to various other California and Oregon cities— nasty, threatening letters if he hates them (San Francisco) or vague attempts to make friends if he likes/admires them (Bakersfield).

-He has a whole ass arsenal of guns. He is absolutely NOT a responsible gun owner. He should probably not be trusted with any type of weapon, not even a kitchen knife.

-He’s a self-proclaimed “survivalist.” He knows how to forage for food and he does eat a lot of wild blackberries and fish he caught himself. However, all the ramen and candy he eats on a regular basis might be hard to find during the apocalypse…

In conclusion, he (not California, as he claims) is his own worst enemy. He lets his legitimate feelings of betrayal and isolation burn out of control and rule his life. He’s lonely and bitter and he’s constantly seeking the kind of validation he never receives.

Also, here’s a playlist for this asshole. Mostly just vibes.

#wttt oc #wttt Jefferson #mur art #mur headcanons #I don’t think about this much at all /s #TLDR he’s an asshole #pathetic wet cat but not in a /pos way

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