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ex0rin · 7 months
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Down You Get (E) - 3k Jack Quaid/Karl Urban masturbation, hand jobs, blowjobs, wet & messy, facials, come shot, finger sucking, mild daddy kink, plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF
Jack presses himself back against the door, exhaling hard and dropping both hands down to immediately pull open his pants - he’s still got the fake blood from the take they’d just done, wet and warm and smeared into the thin line of hair that travels down towards the base of his cock; he ignores the damp feeling of it on his wrist as he pushes his right hand beneath his boxers to wrap, tight and hot around himself.
OR: close scenes on set with Karl are going to be Jack's downfall:
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popponn · 4 months
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so what if itoshi rin happens to stop by a cafe during a downpour, expecting it to be just another dingy cafe in the basement with a drink he doesn't even enjoy. fully prepared to book it out the moment the rain stops, rin doesn't pay attention at first to the person who goes up to the stage and sits, carrying a guitar.
but then, he hears your voice at the first pluck of string and he may have fallen in love a bit at the first melody.
of course, it doesn't hit him immediately at first. it begins with him sitting in silence until you finish the last song. then it's him visiting every time he could for two weeks straight. then it's him remembering that you play every wednesday and weekend, noon and evening. then it's you recognizing him after one show and then it's him learning your name as you do his.
and if his team and big brother wonder why he grows calmer and plays many untitled recordings—given by you, made by you—he will probably punch them out of panic. but, at least he owes them for making him realize that it's a crush, actually.
(or, rin falls in love with you, your song, and more.)
#1
"...that's...you like someone...?" isagi speaks as if he is an incarnation of some demented fish. the moron even gapes like one.
rin tries his best not to reflexively throw the water bottle at hand. he would, if it isn't for a series of loud "the fuck"s and "no way"s that resound through the locker room. there is also a "bitch pay up! rinrin is in love, see?!" that suspiciously sounds like the blonde roach's voice, but honestly rin's biggest concern is his brother—who freezes like a statue and goes wide-eyed with a grace of a dying clam.
from the corner of his eyes, sae truly looks like he gets a heart attack and turns out rin still loves him enough to worry. but if the hunch that says that shitty brother is considering either giving pieces of advice or bees-and-birds talk there and then is right—rin is murdering him along with hiori yo who looks way too amused for his own good.
in the end, rin does end up throwing that bottle to isagi's face. rin revels in his pained squawk.
"i don't!" rin shouts, ignoring the creeping heat on his cheeks. for some reason he feels like he is lying but for now, he better socks sae in the face because that motherfucker looks like he is ready to speak.
#2
you sit on the rough surface of the cement stairs. as you take your guitar out of its case, a train of thought walks through your mind. a few months ago, the thought of having someone to sit here with you, enjoying the sunset while you play is a bit too farfetched.
but then rin—the guy who keeps appearing at the cafe every time you play, the guy who is cool, the good-looking guy, the guy who always listens every time you speak or play—just enters your life.
rin sits one step below your feet and looks at you so attentively that it makes you feel special. as you adjust the instrument in your hand, you wonder if it's wrong for you to fall simply because of that.
it probably is—a part of you say. but, you know that part too was the one who made you doubt yourself weeks ago, before rin shuts it up with a simple admittance of his preference to your songs.
so, like a fool, you smile—lovesick, too honest, too obviously, "hey, have i ever played a love song for you?"
rin hums, filling in the silence as he seems to try to remember something. shifting his weight to lean on his elbow, he offers you a confident answer, "few times, in the cafe."
"but never in our solo shows, right?" you place your fingers on the strings. the word 'our' comfortably resting in your sentence.
you notice how rin's eyes soften and never have you ever wished that you didn't read things wrongly this much. "yeah," rin says, the orange of the sunset decorating his face in a way that makes you realize how pretty aquamarine suits him.
"then," you hope you will have courage, one day. "that shall be our song today."
notes: this hellsite ate this so out of spite i remade everything. also out of love because rinnie is babey. but yeah—rin who falls in love with musician you. the thought of a grumpy guy who listens to acoustic ballad played by his favorite person and cooking down immediately is cute to me. so here you have it, kinda post canon, kinda no plot just coming of age vibe kinda slice of life vibe. plus the thought of chance meeting in a cafe stage is cute. yeah i just think this idea is cute and i got bored in the train. this thing is a few weeks old actually, but. yeah. anyway another blurbs for now ❤ maybe i really should make masterlist for these stuffs 🐒 after the trip myb. but yeah, honestly rin feels soft for me since long ago. esp on the inside. and the thoughts of him getting "special" "only for him" stuffs feels good after all the "sae replacement" stuffs he went thru in canon. i think he is the type who will make you feel special because he really is all in for you. okay yeah my head kinda dizzy maybe i will add something more later. shout out to ms. lau/fey and mbak yu/ra yuni/ta for the songs that play in my head, it makes it better.
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can-of-slorgs · 2 months
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*japanese funky nightcore cover music in the background*
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you ever read through all the fics of your current brain rot obsession and start looking at the ones in foreign languages you cant understand like
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obstinaterixatrix · 2 months
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here are all the recs I posted for femslash february 2024...! each individual rec post can be found in my femslash feb recs tag. I actually thought I wasn't going to be able to do this because work got super chaotic, but in the end I couldn't bear to skip out on a leap year. that's a whole extra day for yuri.
last year I focused on official releases, so this year I wanted to focus on series that aren't technically officially available (plus a french-japanese film). fan translations are always a dicey for artists/translators/publishers/etc because obviously they need to get paid... but yuri's already such an overlooked genre that—in an official capacity—we end up with a couple drops from what's already a pretty small pool. I read hana to hoshi about a decade ago, and I keep submitting it to the seven seas survey for licensure! and yet!! no dice. and even when there are official releases, sometimes they just... disappear!? wish you were gone was licensed and then taken down, so for a while the only way to read it (if you missed out on buying it) was the fan translation. I think it's important to support artists and official releases, and also, to appreciate the thankless endeavor(/crime) of scanlation.
hope yall find something you like!
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rocksalt-and-pie · 2 years
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shout-out to the makers of NBC Hannibal for (clearly) reading all four books about Hannibal Lecter by Thomas Harris and going "hmm. actually we will make the gayest possible version of this" going on to COMPLETELY disregard the other main character and (canon) ?love interest? of the series and never even MENTION Clarice Starling. Like it's so funny to me that she never even appears on the show when book!Will Graham literally fucks off after The Red Dragon and wants nothing to do with any of this anymore and book!Hannibal is obsessed with Clarice in the same way that tv!Hannibal is obsessed with tv!Will. like they really took a whole book franchise, picked out the cherries, and made it their own personal little gay AU. that's so refreshing and should be a leading example in television adaptations. in this essay i will
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lover-of-mine · 3 months
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No, but this is definitely my most controversial opinion, but the whole thing with Buck and Eddie being the same age comes back to the fact that they are mirrors of each other. Down to the tattoos with mirrored placement, yes, but like, narratively speaking too. They've been running parallel to each other their whole lives and them being the same age makes that even more intense. Eddie had to grow up too fast and Buck didn't have to grow up at all. Eddie was forced to take care of more than he could and Buck was never allowed to care as much as he wanted. Both of them ran because their lives were overwhelming. Buck gives Eddie the tools to slow down for the first time in years while Eddie gives Buck something he's allowed to care about. They're two sides of the same coin. They complement each other. They're each other's missing piece. And that's so much better when they're the same age.
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onyanjune · 4 months
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Thinking of men who wear muscle tees underneath oversized hoodies or sweaters. The duality of “the comfiest lover who gives the best hugs” and “the guy who will absolutely demolish his foes on the battlefield and his s/o in bed”.
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isagi yoichi ┊͙ itoshi rin ┊͙ itoshi sae ┊͙ michael kaiser ┊͙ nagi seishiro ┊͙ kunigami rensuke ┊͙ lilia vanrouge ┊͙ sebek zigvolt ┊͙ jack howl ┊͙ lee jeno (the man who started it all) ┊͙tartaglia ajax childe ┊͙ al-haitham ┊͙ wriothesley ┊͙ jing yuan ┊͙ dan heng ┊͙ stark ┊͙ gojo satoru ┊͙ fushiguro toji ┊͙ getou suguru ┊͙ your faves ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ (i only listed down the first few dudes i could think of)
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kald-dal-art · 7 months
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Fan art for a Hunger Games fic I have spent most of my summer writing.
Which is about the District 6 Victors, because I needed to know more about them and there is like 3 other people that care about them ... so yeah✌
Here is the link if you are interested to read that
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ex0rin · 7 months
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SO ANYWAY:
Dirty Downtime (E) - 3k Jack Quaid/Random Man, Jack Quaid/Karl Urban blowjobs, alley blowjobs, wet & messy, facials, come shot, finger sucking, plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF
There’s something to be said for the climb, for the struggle of the industry - or for the perceived climb at least and hell, he missed out on the getting dirty of it all, missed out on the having to beg and scratch and claw for a first role – Which is why he keeps ending up here.
OR: Jack Quaid likes to get on his knees behind seedy bars for the promise of a good word with a producer, not that he needs it.
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booasaur · 8 months
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Special Ops: Lioness - 1x08
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popponn · 5 months
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it rains here. (nanami kento x reader)
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summary: there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.
notes: i wanted to cuddle nanami kento that's the only one constant in this fix it fic. also there is no snow in tropical countries. i used to want snowy dec, but i think nanami will take comfort in it and perhaps it's okay now. this is a fluff, but there is an undertone of effect of trauma on nanami as this is jjk. nothing explicit, but just a heads up. written with f!reader in mind, could be read as gn.
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as the rain fall in december, it dawned upon nanami kento that he was in a very different new place already.
"kento, do you hear me?" a hand, followed closely by your voice, gently pulled him back to where he was. slowly turning his head, finding you leaning on his hand whilst wrapping both of yours around it, once again, it became hard for him to realize that it was not a dream.
it was near the kuantan beach, it was his books stacked neatly beside him, it was him sitting on a foreign hotel sofa facing the cityscape, and it was you who felt as familiar as a long-forgotten home.
"kento?"
the winter was supposed to be approaching, but there was no snow.
but there would be no snow here, would it? in the same way that there would be no curses dragging him out into a battlefield, away from your hands.
"kento, you are worrying me now," you started to frown—kento noted how seeing it in such a setting here felt pleasant, "are you lacking sleep? ah, you read too much last night didn't you!"
"i did not. please do not push such accusation to me," kento replied to you blandly and curtly. contrary to his tone, however, he shifted and heaved out a short sigh the moment he managed to get you closer to his side. a hand on your hip as he rested his head on the cushion, leaning back right next to yours.
it felt like a dream. it really felt like one.
this was too nice.
it almost felt like he was running out of time—
right beside him, you too leaned towards him even further. "then why are you spacing out so much?" you asked, before adding reprimandingly, "just so you know if it really is because you lost track of time reading, we are setting alarm."
"that is too much," he said, closing his eyes.
"is it now, mr. 'treat holiday like an overwork'?"
"i do not treat it like that. i hate overwork."
"then you should be able to relax and take time here. we still have many days left, no need to rush through those books," you huffed. kento couldn't see it, but he could imagine how you puffed out your chest.
"it seems that you have become a little bit more strict since we arrived here," kento noted, sleepiness seeping into his voice.
"of course. i have to keep you healthy in case you overdo it on this vacation!" a hand reached out to his shoulder, messaging it lightly before it crawled up to rest on the back of his neck.
it felt real.
it felt so real—the feeling of your skin, the weight, and warmth of it—and yet he—
kento sighed, not knowing what else to say. "i see."
then, feeling the heaviness weighted down even further behind his eyes, kento gently called your name.
humming, you replied to him. "what is it?"
"i will be sleeping for a bit. please do wake me up in a few minutes."
"eh? in this position? you will get a sore neck, you know?"
kento knew you were right. however, being like this—exactly like this, with you, with everything, with the sound of rain from outside of the window—it was hard for him to resist. after all, once a man got a taste of their dream, it would be hard for them not to soak in it.
"it wouldn't be a problem. i have had worse."
"...so this is your vacation mode, huh?" you teasingly mused. "but, okay, go to sleep. i will wake you up later."
nanami kento still thought this was a dream. it was too nice for it not to be.
but with your fingers tangling with his hair, with the slight gentle tug and company you offered him, with the smell of the book and unfamiliar room, and everything as it was—
"good night, kento. let's take a walk on the beach later, okay?"
there was no snow to fall here and nanami kento still felt like he was in a dream.
but he was happy, and it was enough.
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sacchiri · 29 days
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Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.
Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen
A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death
#hellsing#alucard#kouta hirano#translation was found in a comment by u/lazyfoxheart on r/Kurrent#fun fact this is the highest quality version of this image that exists online#i know because i've been looking forever for a version that's clear enough to actually read what hirano wrote under '1443'#but there weren't any so i had to take matters into my own hands#the real image on the back of the guidebook is only 2 inches tall so i had to take this with my smartphone and will my hands not to shake#anyway i'm pretty sure it's supposed to say Eğrigöz (the location vlad was imprisoned) so yeah. thank you hirano very cool#if i might rant for a sec it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure that out because i didn't have the guidebook at first#and in the images i could find online that part was just a blur that looked suspiciously like a person's signature and i was like. who tf#i was thinking matthias corvinus since he issued some political propaganda against vlad iirc but it didn't match his signature on wikipedia#then i thought it might be vlad II dracul's since he probably had to sign an agreement to send his sons over as hostages at some point#but that didnt seem right either so i kept skimming vlad's wiki page#and then i was like goddammit...hirano.....you just misspelled Eğrigöz didn't you.. ....#i maybe should've made a separate post dedicated to this instead of writing a novel in the tags but eh#the hellsing brainrot runs deep#also- i put it in the source link at the bottom of the post but the german inscription is copied off a real woodcut of vlad from 1491#except instead of depicting him as an adult hirano drew him as a child which gives the inscription a very different feel imo#the one final thing that interests me about this is the fact that hirano published this calendar in 2002#which is REALLY early in the series. like this was before volume 5 came out??#i have no idea why he decided to do a massive spoiler drop in a random piece of japan-only merch#sandwiched between a drawing of alucard as john travolta from saturday night fever and integra as a fish no less#it makes me really curious to know what the fan response to this was back then. like did people even know who this was#maybe im just an idiot and everyone back then was like 'ah yes its alucard as a 12 year old. how very informative'
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bobacupcake · 4 months
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i advocate for tech art a lot when people ask about it since i do think as big a learning curve it can have there's ways of making it approachable but i do feel like it would be irresponsible to not mention that the videogame industry right now is kind of uh, Not Having A Great Time. there have been a lot of layoffs with no sign of stopping, so theres a lot of people looking for work and not a ton of open positions. and publishers are being a lottt more stingy about giving money to indiegames right now too. it is Rough Out There, and hopefully, it will get better over time, but, just setting the tone for how things are rn
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butchniqabi · 8 months
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Come all ye faithless women Who have turned your backs upon Your countries, your lovers,  Your people Thrown into the arms of the enemy, A mighty embrace, Held there upon your back As you lay in tents of another Come all ye whores of Troy,  Pillars of salt, topplers of Tenochtitlan Those whose names are synonymous with  Inconstancy  Betrayal And womanly weakness  Those whose history begins and ends When faith is lost Who are not afforded the compassion Of men Nor the dignity of steadfast women Come all ye faithless women Fulfill thy destiny  That to the world’s end not one word Nor song shall be sung  Of your goodness And that women will hate you worst of all Alas that such a fate on you should fall!
"Cursive Cressida" by Amatullah Bourdon
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hanzajesthanza · 25 days
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when your friend is writing a fic or analysis it feels like this
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