#But wouldn't it be a fun script flip?

[keepingeahalive]

Hopper is gay. (fanon) Hopper doesn't have a destined princess. (canon) But there's someone else from the Frog Prince tale who was just as devoted, just as caring, and just as heartbroken about the prince's curse.

Who gets the title of Iron Henry in the Ever After-verse?

[ikyunho]

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[17:30] Myung Jaehyun ~ Boynextdoor

Pairing: idol mc!jaehyun x idol mc!reader

Warnings: lovesick Jaehyun, Idk I have no plot just a dream, this mildly devastating

A/N: I have never watched an ep of MCountdown without being overwhelmed and turning it off, Sohee I miss you.

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Anxiously, you flipped through your script and analyzed every highlight, note, and comment. You’d never done anything remotely similar to MC-ing for one of the most popular music shows in the country, so why did you agree to be their guest host? Simple. Myung Jaehyun.

He’d been nagging and begging you to accept the offer for weeks. When MCountdown announced they were in need of a temporary MC, the first person Jaehyun thought of to fill the position was you. What could go wrong? It was good promotion for you, and you could finally be with each other after being apart for so long.

There was one issue that both of you seemed to have forgotten. Your relationship wasn’t public, nor did your companies want them to be public any time soon.

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After nervously fixing your hair and committing your lines to memory, you and Jaehyun walked into the area where you would be spending the next several hours. His hand reached for yours to calm your racing nerves instinctively, only for staff to cough in warning from behind the cameras. The two of you gave each other a look before stepping apart to avoid a rise of suspicions and dating rumors per company request.

Seeing how quickly Jaehyun deflated into himself had a sad sigh falling from your lips. But as quickly as it happened, he put on a smile and acted like he wasn't disappointed. The usual puppy love filled look in his eye replaced with displeasure and frustration.

He had it all planned out. He was supposed to be with you, hold your hand, and finally spend more time together than the short sleepovers that resulted in someone being gone when the other woke up. You weren't supposed to steal glances at each other every time the camera cut hoping that no one caught you.

You both walk backstage for a moment under the guise of needing water. You're concerned and Jaehyun is visibly upset, effecting the usual fun and happy environment of the show.

"Jae... What is up with you?" You question, hands reaching for his worry covering your face.

"This wasn't how I planned for things to go. They don't care when Sohee and I hug or even get close to each other. I wanted to be able to actually be near you, not on opposite sides of the room," He answered, looking at the ground with a devastatingly cute pout on his face.

You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his gaze from the floor to you. "I know this isn't what you wanted it to be like, but we can make it work. Now, let's go back out there, stand next to each other, and maybe I'll let you hold my hand when we aren't live," you responded with a slight giggle before dragging him out of the room, both of you smiling more than when the show started.

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The audience of fans quickly noticed the change in demeanor. Jaehyun was practically glued to your side, grinning and giggling like he was back in kindergarten. He didn't care about spreading rumors anymore. They weren't even rumors if they were true, right? All he cared about was you and the smile on your face that he loved so much.

The rest of the show was significantly better. Morale was high and both of you were beaming with joy. Your lovesick puppy was back, and you wouldn't have it any other way. To say the fans were obsessed was an understatement. Tweets with screenshots and clips of you together were going viral, the viewer counts skyrocketed, and it did wonders for publicity. All because Jaehyun loved you and was able to show it how he so desperately wished to do.

But if he asked you to come back as a host, everyone, staff and all would say no. He was happier than ever and views were up, but productivity was down seeing as Jaehyun was too busy staring at you with hearts in his eyes when the cameras weren't rolling.

It was safe to say that your first (and last) time hosting a music show with Myung Jaehyun was one for the books.

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[lostreverb]

RANDOM LUKE COOPER HC'S

a/n: writing a fic for him and he's just so cute and i keep getting ideas for him ahh my cinephile bf i need him might fuck around and write some NSFW ones later (SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY) bf! headcanons are here!!

he's very quiet if he's not talking about movies

not audibly just like only gives one word or one sentence answers

which means he's a VERY dry texter (it's not personal he's just like that)

though he does post his every unfiltered thought to his twitter (which has SOO many followers like a shitton)

doesn't understand typing in lowercase and thinks it's dumb (but if you type in lowercase he won't call it dumb but he'll express he thinks it's weird)

has the worst handwriting ever but that's because it's almost like a kind of unreadable script (like doctor handwriting)

he listens to all kinds of music really aside from like pop or country

also really likes monty python

he really likes musicals (singing in the rain, phantom of the opera, the sound of music) b/c he was introduced to them when he was very young so they're very nostalgic for him

but he'll never mention it because his friends would make fun of him for it

(would LOVEEEEEEEE la la land)

used to read books a lot more when he was younger

is a superhero comic book fan

he can play piano really well (parents made him play) he just doesn't give a fuck about piano

he's also like crazy smart and would do super well in school if he applied himself he just doesn't care

he really wants to switch his major to film studies but his parents wouldn't approve (but he's thinking about doing it anyway)

became completely desensitized to gore and nudity at a young age because he'd always just watch whatever movies his dad put on

wrote a series of letters to quentin tarantino as a kid and got one letter back and it's his most prized possession

likes maintaining eye contact with people for too long because it makes them uncomfortable

just generally likes messing with people and being a little shit b/c he likes how easy it is to mess with ppls emotions cause they're so predictable (which is kinda a red flag but he's never really taken something too far)

b/c of this no one really takes him seriously which bothers him a bit but he knows it's his fault

which is why when you do actually take interest in what he says he finds himself falling for you

he never got "lost" in the forest with michael he just hates being in nature and michael was annoying him so he walked back to the car

after a bit he looked outside and saw everyone panicking so he got out and went back to the group and everyone was acting like he died

he thinks it was too far for his parents to cut michael off but he also didn't care

thinks michael's annoying at times but the things he does are funny and he uses him as content for his twitter

has been so engrossed in his own world his whole life he doesn't think about girls

though his main crushes are sarah connor (terminator), the bride (kill bill), storm (x-men), and mikaela banes (transformers - but he hates the transformer movies)

but he has very little or no experience at all

he's probably the first in his friend group to have a girlfriend too

his only knowledge about talking to girls is from movies so yk the james bonds, george clooney, harrison ford are his main influences

which means if he has a crush on you he'll just stare at you all the time, bother and tease you relentlessly and try to banter cause that's the only way he knows how to get closer

he'll also try by memorizing your coffee order

if you don't drink coffee he'll try to find out what you do drink (without directly asking you)

he'll never confess, you'll have to first and use the most straightforward language or else he won't take a hint

once you start dating he has no idea how to treat you anymore

he just constantly flips between being the sweetest bf ever and the bane of your existence

if he annoys you too much and you get upset his first response will be "what? i didn't even do anything" or some other cheeky response

you'll have to help him to unlearn that

though he's a very caring boyfriend and would help you carry things around the office and drive you places and get you presents

doesn't give a fuck about most things (other than you and movies)

he just is so obsessed with you and loves being around you all the time

he's not incredibly keen on pda but sometimes he'll hold your hand and kiss your cheek in public

if you kiss him in front of other people he'll get really flustered and be noticeably disoriented for a bit after

feels weird using pet names but he'll use the occasional baby or babe

he'll discover how good it feels to cuddle it'll be his favorite thing to do along with watching movies with you

run your hands through / play with his hair and he'll fold completely

the first time you do it he'll probably involuntarily moan and get so embarrassed about it it'll take a few weeks before he'll let you do it again

during those few weeks he'll think about how your hands felt almost obsessively he's never felt anything like it

he'll create a list of movies to watch with you and once a month he'll let you choose the movie

he's really good at gift giving because he makes sure to pay extra attention to the things you like (especially movie related things bc he has good contacts)

he's definitely one of the first people to ever use letterboxd

he loves being able to drop you off at home from work because more often than not you'll stop someplace to get something to eat or head to his place and watch a movie and he loves doing that with you

he also likes picking you up in the morning because then you get to go on his coffee run with him (you'll make sure everyone's orders are correct and he'll whine and groan about it saying it's not worth the time but he appreciates it)

will definitely get you to do his work for him

his work clothes used to belong to his dad which is why they're just a tad too big for him

outside of work he typically wears zip-up hoodies and jeans with a graphic t-shirt (probably related to a film he likes)

instead of a bookshelf, he has a DVD shelf in his room (that's very well organized and categorized)

and he has a really high end tv and surround sound system that he and his dad paid for

he researched how movie theatres make their popcorn and buys the special ingredients directly from one by his house

used to have the whole script of citizen kane memorized but it's been a second since he last recited it

he's written his own scripts before but he doesn't think they're any good (he's pretty hard on himself about it)

but if he does end up making a project he'll 100% cast you in it

[anjee0]

Coincidence

Female!reader x Eminem (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - 20 years after Y/n and Marshall break up, they run into each other again. Coincidence?

Warnings - Explicit language, smut, derogatory language (kind of), creampie?? (I'm not too sure)

“And cut!” The director called out.

Y/n let out a quick sigh of relief as the scene ended. Her assistant immediately came over to put a robe over her. She had just finished a sex scene for the movie she was working in called 8 mile. Y/n looked over at Marshall who she had just done the scene with and gave him a wink.

“Alright, lunch break everyone!” The director said as he got out of his seat.

Y/n and Marshall had a secret relationship that no one knew about. Since the recording of the movie, they grew closer together and eventually started to date. They agreed to keep it private, no one needed to know about it, especially the media.

Y/n went to her trailer to take a little break. She decided to eat her lunch there just to have a little quiet. She got her lunch out and took a bite out of her sandwich. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” She asked.

“Marshall.” The voice said.

Y/n smiled to herself softly. “Come in.”

Marshall unlocked the door and entered. He locked the door behind him and sat on the couch with Y/n. 

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah. Just wanted some quiet.” Y/n replied.

“Oh. I can leave-”

“No, it's fine. I want you to stay.”

Marshall smiled before he kissed his teeth. “I was wondering if after tonight I can take you out somewhere?”

“That sounds nice. Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want babe.”

“How about we head to my place? We can have a movie night, have some fun?”

“Yeah I like that.” He smirked before looking down at Y/n's robe. “You're not hot in that?”

“Are you tryna make me take it off?”

“Nah, I was just asking. But I wouldn't mind if you did.”

Y/n playfully flipped Marshall off before she took another bite of her sandwich. She fanned her face and took a deep breath out.

“Are you getting hot?” Marshall teased.

“No. Well, a bit. It's only warm.”

“Your face is heating up and you're sweaty, babe. You look like a shiny tomato.”

“Eugh, don't say that.”

Marshall chuckled. “Sorry babe. But you could just take it off-”

“I would but can you hold back?”

“Sure.”

“Pfft, yeah right.”

“I totally could. Why don't we put it to the test?”

“How dumb do you think I am?”

“Not that dumb, maybe a bit?” He lied, trying to get a reaction out of her.

Y/n gasped in a dramatic manner playfully as she put her hand to her chest. She took a spare script from the table nearby and smacked Marshall on the head with it.

“Hey!” He exclaimed. “What the hell is your problem?”

Y/n cackled and threw her head back. “You got what you deserved!”

“You are so-”

“Pretty? Smart? The most perfect girlfriend ever?” Y/n asked teasingly in a slightly more high pitched voice as she batted her eyelashes playfully.

“Annoying. You’re annoying.”

“Sure I am.” 

Y/n turned on the fan nearby to the highest setting. She hated that she still felt hot with the strong wind blowing in her face.

“I’m just saying, you could take it off. I’m getting cold” Marshall said.

Y/n sighed and turned off the fan, accepting her defeat. She slowly undid the rope holding the robe together as it became free of its knot. Y/n ran her hands down the inner parts of the robe before slowly sliding it off. Her breath hitched as it fell off her shoulders, revealing the lacy, black lingerie she had on underneath. Marshall's eyes couldn't help but linger at the sight of her as his pupils wandered through every inch of her body, admiring her curves.

“See, it wasn't that hard.” Marshall said as he took a slice of cucumber out from Y/n’s lunchbox.

Y/n hummed in agreement before leaning against Marshall’s side and rubbing her cheek against his arm. He put his arm around and fiddled with her bra strap. They both looked at each other as Marshall slightly leaned in. His lips brushed against hers, ever so teasing her. He placed a small kiss on the corner of her lips before pulling away.

“Mm, babe.” Y/n whined.

“What?” Marshall asked.

“That wasn't a kiss.”

“No, I still kissed you.”

“Barely.”

Marshall chuckled and shook his head. “How can you say that I can't hold myself back when you're so needy?”

“It's different.”

“How so?”

“It just is. I just want my kiss.” Y/n whined.

Marshall hated how he secretly loved the way Y/n would whine for him. It made him crazy for her. He tried to not give in but completely lost it when she pouted.

He placed a soft and tender kiss on her lips, tasting her strawberry lip gloss against his tongue. They both pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. He traced his hand around the silhouette of Y/n's body, his fingertips grazing against her curves and soft skin. She shivered under his contact as she looked into his eyes.

Marshall leaned in for another kiss, this time, there was more passion behind it. He placed his hand behind Y/n's neck and pulled her closer into a bruising kiss, desperate for more.

She played with the hem of his shirt before slowly taking it off and throwing it on the floor. He snapped the elastic of Y/n's bra before his fingers travelled down to her back to undo it. He pulled it off and threw it away onto the floor.  

He laid her down on the sofa as he started kissing down her jaw to her neck. His teeth grazed against her collarbone as he slowly sucked on it and moved his tongue along it. Marshall buried his face into her neck and kissed all over it whilst rubbing his half-hard dick against Y/n's thigh.

Y/n used her feet to help Marshall slide off his joggers, leaving him in his boxers only. His kisses moved from her neck down to her chest. He placed his hand on her neck and the other on her breast. His kisses were painfully slow and teasing, Y/n could feel Marshall smirking against her chest as she begged for him to fast.

He took the hand from her neck and placed it on the other breast. He massaged them carefully as he sucked Y/n's tits. She moaned at the feeling of Marshall's teeth grazing her nipple as his tongue sucked hard.

“Marshall, please. I need you.” Y/n whispered. 

Marshall moved his lips away from her tits, the saliva making his lips glisten. Y/n put her legs around his waist and moved her hips up. Marshall took the open opportunity to play with the hem of her panties as he held her hip for stability. He leaned down and used his teeth to pull the underwear down and take it off. Y/n exhaled in anticipation as she felt her core heating up.

Marshall took his boxers off, letting his now fully hard cock springing free. He teased her as he rubbed his finger against the entrance of her heat, but not inserting it. Marshall groaned at how wet she was.

“So fucking wet. Just for me.”

With Y/n's last begging whine, he inserted himself into her. Marshall's dick moved smoothly against Y/n's soft and velvety walls. Her cunt immediately clenched around his dick.

“So fucking needy. But I love that. It's hot.”

He moved his hand back to Y/n's neck whilst the other one retreated to under her thigh. Within moments, he started to move his hips. The sounds of their skin slowly slapping against each other combined with their noises of pleasure and breathy moans bought a sultry tension in the air. The room became hot and stuffy as a thin coat of sweat covered their face, making their cheeks stained pink under the dim lighting. They could both feel the heat between them starting to rise as Marshall continued to roll his hips into her.

As he started to pick up the pace, each thrust rippled throughout Y/n's body to every nerve ending. Her eyes were met with Marshall's. His eyes were dark and filled with desire to the brim. Each roll igniting Y/n with excitement and a sultry tension. The creeks of the sofa meshed with their breathy moans and rhythmic beat of every thrust. Y/n could feel her core burning up with each powerful push. She could feel Marshall's hot breath gliding along her face as he panted to urge himself to go faster.

“Gosh, you're so fucking tight, Y/n.”

Marshall started thrusting himself into Y/n with more energy, fully hitting her cervix in a painful pleasure. The seductive tension burned into their bodies as their moans and groans became more ragged and quick. Y/n licked her lips, which had been stripped from the taste of strawberries but now salty from sweating. Y/n could feel her climax inching closer every second. 

“Marshall, I'm gonna come.” She said, barley above a whisper.

“Me too baby. I'm so close.”

The final thrusts started to lack the energy from before as they became sloppier. The alluring atmosphere was still present within the room however. Y/n's core felt like a star, ready to burst any second. She came with a cry of pleasure as she felt a warmth of relief as his juices spilled out of her. With one final thrust into Y/n, Marshall came too. His essence came out in thick hot spurts as he released them into Y/n. It also began trailing down her thighs, making it glisten in the dim light. He collapsed on top of her, a crushing weight she didn't mind. 

Y/n played with Marshall's hair and rubbed her hand up and down his back slowly. She smiled at the feeling of the low vibration from him humming into her neck. They stayed like that for a minute or two before getting up to get cleaned up.

“I just think that's what's best for us.” Marshall groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“So you're just gonna throw our relationship away because a couple pictures of us got leaked?” Y/n asked in distress.

“Not just a couple! Lots! Everyone knows about us!” 

“Okay and? Why do we have to break up then?”

“Because this isn't good for my reputation.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Y/n could feel her eyes welling up with tears as an itchy sensation rose to the back of her throat. “You're worried about your reputation? How am I bad for your reputation?”

“It's going to ruin my public image. Those pictures don't go with my persona. We don't work!”

“That is the dumbest fucking excuse ever! We've been working for nearly a year!”

Y/n couldn't hold it in anymore. Bitter tears of frustration and sadness rolled down her cheeks. 10 months. They were having a strong relationship built on security and trust going on for 10 months, nearly a year— but now Marshall wanted to let go of it. Pictures of them taking a stroll in the park and kissing and hugging each other were taken by paparazzi and had gotten leaked. The next day, they were plastered all over the tabloids.

“I'm sorry. But this is what's best for us.” Marshall said in a softer tone now.

“Marshall, you need to understand that us being together isn't going to change anything. You'll still be you.” Y/n trembled.

He didn't respond. He just looked down miserably with a frown on his face as he crossed his arms sternly. Y/n could feel her heart shattering into a million pieces as she watched her boyfriend's stone cold expression. He couldn't even look her in the eyes.

“Fine. Have it your way. Have a great life Marshall.” Y/n whispered harshly as she walked out the door, bumping his shoulder.

Y/n stared at the platter of pastries organised under the clear glass. The warm yellow light from the heating made a wash of gold painted over the flaky and tasty treats. Y/n was staying at a hotel for a movie shoot and she decided to get a small snack in the middle of the night. She was stuck between the pain au chocolat and the croissant. Y/n wanted to be quick as she didn't look her best dressed in her sweatpants and an overly baggy shirt with a low ponytail to top it off.

“Hi there, how can I help?” The lady behind the counter asked.

“I'll just take one pain au chocolat and croissant to go please.” Y/n responded

“Of course.” The lady used the tongs to bag the golden pastries in a paper brown bag with the hotel's logo painted on it. “That will be $10.50.”

Y/n wasn't too shocked with the prices— it was an expensive hotel after all. But maybe she was a little baffled. Although she had a high net worth, she hated spending her money on unnecessary things. As reached for her card to pay, she hesitated.

“You know what, it's fine-” She began to say only to get cut off.

“I'll pay for her.” A male voice said from behind.

Y/n turned to see who this mystery man was. Her mouth fell slightly agape as her eyes met with Marshall's blue ones. She subtly pinched her hand to make sure she was dreaming— she wasn't.

“Marshall?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice.

Marshall. Marshall Mathers. The man she had dated for 10 months 20 years ago was standing in front of her. Y/n had seen recent pictures of him on social media, she did admit he looked hot, but when she was seeing him in person, he looked so much better. His overly bleached hair was now replaced with his natural brunette hair now. It definitely bought out his majestic blue eyes more.

“Y/n.” He responded, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned over a place his card over the machine. When he heard the sound of approval and the green checkmark, he took the bag from the lady and handed it to Y/n.

“Do you wanna talk?” Marshall asked.

“Sure.” Y/n responded. She was glad her acting skills could help her mask the nervousness in her voice.

“Alright, let's head to my room.” 

Every cell in her body screamed at her to say no and walk away. Her brain begged for her to turn down the offer and go back to her room. She could feel her heart thumping out of her chest, every beat telling her no.

“Sure, why not?”

She internally slapped herself for agreeing without a single thought. Y/n tried to stop herself, but she couldn’t. Her legs walked after Marshall's footsteps as they got in the lift and went up to his room. 

She was quite shocked to see how clean it was. She remembered how his room and recording studio back at his mansion would be messy at times. Marshall offered Y/n a seat on the bed as she looked around, examining it. Y/n felt a dip in the bed as Marshall sat next to her, leaving some space between them. 

“It’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other,” he said. “How have you been doing?”

“I’ve been doing good. Acting’s working well. I’m guessing you’re doing good too?” Y/n responded.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing great.”

“How’s Hailie and the kids?”

“They’re doing great. Hailie sometimes asks about you.”

Y/n smiled. Distant memories of her babysitting little Hailie when Marshall was out at concerts came to her mind. She remembered how Marshall only trusted Y/n with Hailie.

“I miss her. She’s growing up quickly, huh?”

“Yeah. So what you doing at this hotel?” Marshall asked.

“Just having a movie being shot nearby. You?”

“Had a concert last night. Feeling absolutely drained.”

Y/n chuckled slightly at his tone. “How’d you see me in the lobby?”

“I was just getting a drink then I saw you. Had to double check at first to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then I heard you saying that you didn’t want to get the pastries for $10, that’s when I knew it was you. You’re still the same, huh?”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to spend $10 on that. And, uh, thanks for paying. You didn’t have to do that. Guess you haven’t changed either.”

Marshall chuckled, feeling quite glad that Y/n still had the same sense of humour. “So, have you been with anyone since we uh, broke up?” he asked.

“Had a few flings. Nothing too serious. Currently single as of now. You?” Y/n asked.

“Same here. I mean, I remarried Kim, but that didn’t work out.”

A long silence hung in the air, that brought a thick, awkward tension along with it too. So quiet that Y/n could hear her heartbeat speeding up rapidly. That awkward tension continued to grow, only for it to be warped into something else. She couldn’t feel awkwardness anymore, something else was lingering in the air that she couldn’t quite put her tongue on. Y/n could feel the air getting tighter as she felt herself slowly leaning forward.

When she realised Marshall was leaning forward too, she knew what was going to happen next. Y/n could feel her whole body begging for her to stop and pull away, to make an excuse and leave. But as the space between her and Marshall began to shrink, she knew it was too late to stop herself. There was no going back now. 

Y/n’s lips met with Marshall’s, their collision making everything around her irrelevant, her only focus was him. The kiss was hungry and utterly desperate, something she didn’t know she needed. Her hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him closer, almost by instinct. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she felt his hands being placed on her hips with a sturdy grip. They pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes, Y/n wasn’t sure what she was looking for but she could see that darkening desire reaching Marshall’s eyes— the one she was so used to seeing. Y/n shuddered as his hand went to the back of her neck and slowly laid her down on the bed.

“Do you want this?” Marshall asked huskily, his voice making Y/n feeling a pulse of arousal travel through her body.

This time, every part of her body said yes. Begged for her to accept his offer. She needed this. “Yes. I need this.”

Marshall groaned at her response, feeling something stirring up within him. He placed soft kisses on her neck, taking in the scent of Y/n’s intoxicating perfume. His nose brushed against the pure softness on her skin, nothing had changed. Marshall’s kisses soon became bruising and rough as he left love bites scattered around her neck. It brought him back to their relationship, he whimpered at the thought.

His fingers immediately played with the hem of Y/n’s shirt as he pulled it over her and tossed it on the floor. Marshall stopped to gaze in awe at her body. She still looked perfect and absolutely ethereal. He licked his lips as his eyes landed on the dark red bra she was wearing topped off with some sexy lace. He bit his lower lip as his thumbs made small circles around her hips. 

“Fuck Y/n. You're so hot.” He groaned.

Y/n pulled off Marshall's shirt and she immediately couldn't take her eyes off him. He was more toned than the last time she saw him and his muscles were larger now. He went back to kissing her, capturing her lips in a sultry manner as she whined for more.

“Still whiny too, huh? Guess some things never really change.” Marshall teased.

The next moment was a blur as clothes came off their body's and became discarded on the floor. Y/n shivered as her bare body came into contact with Marshall's. His skin felt familiar and comfortable as she wrapped his legs around his waist.

“All those flings you had. Did they all fuck you?” Marshall asked.

Y/n piqued in confusion at the random question. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I want an answer Y/n. Did they fuck you?” His tone was dominating like a spell that Y/n had easily fallen under. She could feel her submissive side of her coming out.

“Yes. They did.”

“Were their cocks bigger than mine?”

“No.” She was being truthful.

“Did they fuck you as good as me?”

“No.” Again, being truthful.

“Did they make you scream and cum like how I made you scream and cum? Did they fuck you so well and hard that you couldn't walk for ages?”

“No. Only you've done that.”

“Good. Thank you for telling the truth.”

Marshall cupped her core and received a whiny moan from her. She was already soaking, which made him give her a devious smirk.

“So fucking wet already.” He groaned. “Not surprised.”

“Marshall, please. You're taking too long.” Y/n begged.

She expected his thick cock to slide into her but instead he slid one of his fingers instead. Y/n could feel her breath hitch. 

“You didn't really think I'd give you my cock straight away, right?”

Before she could react or even utter a word, he slid another finger into her soaking walls. She gasped loudly at the pleasurable surprise. Not even a second later, he added a third finger in making her arch her back and moan at the sensation. Immediately, her cunt clenched around his fingers. Embarrassment radiated off Y/n. She hated the way her body had betrayed her.

“Not even my cock in you and you're already getting tight around me. You fucking whore. You're just a needy slut.” Marshall spat.

If it was another man, Y/n would've pushed him off and spat in his face. But something about Marshall made it acceptable. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded throaty and gruff. Or maybe it was the way he looked right into her eyes with no shame. Either way, it made her even more turned on for him.

Without warning, his fingers started moving. It wasn't as good as his cock, but it was better than the other guys Y/n had been with. Her moans blended perfectly with the sound of his fingers moving inside her velvety walls at a standard pace.

Marshall pulled his fingers out that were glistening like a lustrous light. He placed his wet fingers on Y/n's lips and she didn't waste a second. She immediately started sucking on his fingers, catching a taste of her. She watched as Marshall groaned in pleasure watching her with his blue eyes, never taking them off her.

His free hand moved to Y/n's nipples, he twisted and pinched it, making her cry out Marshall's name. He slowly massaged her breath, matching the pace 

“Marshall. I need you. I need you in me.” Y/n whispered as he took his fingers out her mouth.

“Anything for you.” He moaned.

He slipped his hard dick into Y/n's delicate walls. She gasped loudly and arched her back. It had been ages since she felt Marshall’s cock in her, and gosh, did she need it. He hadn't even started moving and she was already a moaning mess.

“Fuck, Marshall. Please move.” Y/n begged.

“I love it when you do that. Fuck, how can I say no to you, huh?”

He didn't waste a second as he began rolling his hips into Y/n at a steady pace. As the heat in her cunt started to rise, so did the temperature in the room. A fine layer of sweat glazed their skin, making it shine in the warm lighting. Y/n panted with each thrust, each push travelled through her body and sent a wave of content all over. Marshall’s dick glided smoothly against her cushiony walls. He could feel a rapid flow of lust taking over him with each roll. The vulnerability and submissiveness in Y/n’s eyes made him groan and quicken his pace. Something about seeing her underneath him and spread out all from him made him go wild.

As his speed started to increase, each thrust became striking with more energy and passion. The sounds of the skin slapping against each other started to rise against the sounds of their airy moans and gentle whimpers. The sexual tension between them started to grow. Marshall whispered sweet nothings into Y/n's ear, his gentle murmur tickling the fine fibres of hair on her ear. His thrusts increased to fiery speed, sending shared rolls of enjoyment between the two. A cloud of pure desire and lust rained over Marshall's head and caused him to produce absolute burning thrusts. 

His momentum started to slow down as the energy began to leave his body. Each thrust was sloppy and slow. Y/n placed her hands on Marshall's hips firmly to help him move a bit more quicker. His dick hit her walls with a mounting pressure that felt so desirable and satisfying. Their climaxes were inching closer with each roll. Y/n's hands trailed down to Marshall's back as she dug her nails into it. The blazing commotion in her cunt rose, as her moans and pants became messy, waiting for the climax.

The last thrusts were quick and jagged, before they both came at the same time. A pleasurable warmth grew between their legs. Hot and thick gushes of Marshall's essence squirted into Y/n, making her squirm. He collapsed on top of her immediately. Y/n wrapped her arms around Marshall and embraced him. When he pulled out, he watched as his juices spilled out of Y/n's core. Marshall licked his lips and kissed Y/n's cheek— salty from sweat.

“You did great.” He praised Y/n.

She responded with a small hum of thanks before she got up and sat on the edge of the bed. “I'm gonna take a shower.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“I'm fine.”

Marshall nodded understandably. “Okay, I'll just change the sheets then.”

Y/n hopped into the shower. The hit water glided down her body as the steam it produced engulfed her. She closed her eyes and stood under the shower head, trying to process what had just happened. She'd seen her ex she hadn't seen in 20 years and had sex with him. Y/n exhaled slightly as she reached for the body wash to clean herself.

After she had showered and dried herself up, she picked up her clothes from the floor and put them back on. She couldn't wait to get to her room and immediately change it out for something that didn't stink.

“Where are you going?” Marshall asked as he finished fitting the clean duvet cover and bedsheet.

“To my room.” Y/n replied in a monotonous tone.

“Why not stay here?”

“I thought I was just a ‘fucking whore’ and a ‘needy slut’, right Marshall?”

“Hey, I didn't mean any of that. It was in the heat of the moment. Sit next to me. I wanna talk.” He patted the empty space next to him.

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, next to him and waited eagerly for what he had to say.

“Y/n, I always think about that night we broke up. And every time I do, all I feel is regret. I always wonder what would’ve happened if we didn't break up.”

“I always wonder that too, Marshall.” She responded softly.

“This'll make me sound like the needy one but, fuck it. I miss you. I need you in my life.”

“Do you miss me or the sex?”

“I miss everything. I miss your smile, your laugh, your voice, your kindness, your love, your everything. You're the only girl I've ever truly loved.” He confessed.

Y/n could tell he was telling the truth, which made her heart flutter like multiple cocoons of butterflies opened up in her chest. She knew that deep down inside of her, she wanted Marshall back. Y/n cupped his face and smiled at him softly.

“Do you wanna start over again?” She asked.

“I do. But only if that's fine with you and I don't want you to feel forced into doing this.”

“I want to do this. I don't feel forced. I- I've missed you too.”

Marshall smiled at her before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Okay, you can get changed out of those clothes and wear some of mine. I'm gonna take a shower.”

As Marshall went to the bathroom to shower, Y/n took her clothes off and put them in the laundry basket for the dirty clothes. She looked through Marshall's wardrobe and settled on a baggy t-shirt and some shorts.

When he came out of the shower, he chuckled at how ridiculously cute Y/n looked. 

“What? You told me to put on your clothes.” Y/n said.

“I know. It looks cute.”

They eventually got into bed as they wrapped their arms and legs around each other, putting themselves in an embrace full of love and warmth.

“Goodnight Marshall.”

“Goodnight Y/n.”

[shadamypositivity]

a negative post under the cut (not from me, I'm just commentating on it)

(See OG post below.)

due to the nature of my blog normally I wouldn't even bring this up but a) I'm bored while IT is working on my computer (AGAIN) and b) i like a good discussion.

I'm gonna skip over the obvious fallacies of shadamy being a fake ship (bc what does that mean, I have no idea) and that SEGA never acknowledges it (they clearly have) or markets Shadamy (if the Shadamy Sakura series and them being marketed together didn't clue them in, then they are willingly ignorant abt it lol)

I did want to discuss the Amy Rose Minnie Mouse aspect and her "purpose of the franchise" bc i actually have a lot of thoughts to this! And before I go one, it should go without saying but I do love SonAmy, it's very cute and they're characters who can have good chemistry and deserve good things! Anyway, here's my thoughts.

Amy being created to be Sonic's Minnie Mouse as far as I had read it was pressure from the company to make Sonic more marketable (i.e. adding girl character, hero saves damsel quests etc). What i love about how they went about it was flipping the script, especially for the era, it was more commonplace for damsel characters to be the sweet, love interest (Minnie, princess peach, princess daphne) that the hero pursues as a goal to complete as well as a reward for his efforts.

Sonic being adverse to Amy's advances, who is supposedly created to be the love interest, is unique and adds to his personality which was a really good move imo. it added to the edge that Sonic kind of gives as a protagonist, his sass, his impatience, his cock sure nature while also being altruistic and loyal of course, but him viewing Amy as a friend that he occasionally has to rescue and bear the affections of is objectively silly and fun.

Now, pertaining to Amy's purpose of the franchise being Sonic's endgame love interest, I do take a lot more issue with. Not only does it invalidate Amy's space in this franchise, making her no more than a romantic reward for the ending of Sonic's hero's quest (because, if SEGA thinks Sonic won't "slow down" for Amy now, it implies he will have to undergo some sort of change or, less noble, when he seems himself ready to reciprocate Amy's feelings on his terms, irregardless of how long he makes Amy wait for him) but it also ironically makes Sonamy make less sense canonically.

Like, if Amy is only meant to work as Sonic's female, romantic counterpart, why does SEGA not let it happen canonically? Because it's not a ship war thing honestly, most of the GP already assumes they are and there's plenty of valentines merch to suggest otherwise, so...why not just do it? probably because it doesn't make sense for Sonic's character and I don't just mean for SonAmy, honestly, I mean it for any and all Sonic ships. It isn't that Sonic doesn't love or wouldn't have romantic feelings, it's that I think he doesn't allow himself those attachments. Friends are everything in this world and I've always loved this franchise for showcasing an array of lovely strong friendships, but the difference in friends and significant others is that there's compromise, there's balance, there's giving up things, there's building a home and a family and doing things as 2 as opposed to only needing to worry about yourself. friendships are no less of a love than romance but there's also a lot more grace in friendships when it comes to responsibilities and emotional compromises. I'm getting into the weeds a bit here but what I mean to say is that Sonics character doesn't make sense for a romantic partner, free like the wind and on an eternal hero's journey. It has also never appeared to be a want of his to be able to have these things (but im willing to be proven otherwise) Maybe down the road it would, but that's not fair to Amy or any other partner for that matter. Amy's whole world doesn't need to revolve around waiting for her hero to be ready to accept her, especially to a character so full and rich in love and affections to give.

It doesn't escape me that one of Amy's most defining and strongest showing was because of Shadow. This is kind of where I can get extremely biased and go on and on about how great a story arc would be for Shadamy to become endgame. Briefly, Sonamy being canon kind of takes away from Sonic's character, while Shadamy enriches. Amy who obsesses and does everything for the attention of her first love finding her own purpose and making her world bigger by being her own hero which was the case for her finding her courage after feeling useless by helping Shadow to remember his promise just by being herself. Shadow who is jaded and hurt and isolated from friends and the world he now lives in finding love and affection and strength in those things because of Amy Rose's big heart. Idk, it's all very poetic to me.

So in conclusion, Sonamy and Shadamy good, but writing wise, Shadamy has a lot more going for it. One of my irl friends who watches sonic things over my shoulder has always taken issue with Sonamy being the canon default bc of her pursuing and Sonics pushing away. When I introduced her to the idea of Shadamy she hoped on with more enthusiasm haha probably bc it was around the mosth era and that was a pretty good showing for them haha. anyway. these are my humble thoughts. I'm not all knowing of this franchise or think myself correct in every way but idk. I don't think its fair to rule out character shipping just bc it wasn't the original intention. that happens all the time with things after all (RIP canon zutara) so maybe op can take a chill pill 😅

[kurogane2512]

Been thinking about this voiceline from Lady Pearl and just had to write a little fic~

Mainly contains kissing and implied sex, nothing explicit

You were taking a round of the recreational area, looking at the various activities the Sinners were doing. It was usually a joyous place all day, filled with laughter and leisure. Of course, there were also areas which were far quieter, reserved for the peaceful ones. As you walked past, you noticed Lady Pearl seated in a faraway corner reading a file. She had a curious and intriguing expression on her face which prompted you to ask what she was up to.

"Ah, how may I help you, honey?~" she chimed with a smile when you stood beside her.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering what you were doing."

"Oh, curious little thing, aren't you?~" she chuckled and patted the place beside her, suggesting you to sit down.

"Hm, I was going over the script for a new play at Fortuna. It's shaping up to be quite good, I'm eager to have you watch it with me~"

"I see, what is it going to be about?"

"I don't want to spoil the fun so all I'll say is it's a romantic tale brimming with passion~"

She flipped open the script again and browsed some lines with a hum before letting out a giggle.

"What is it? Is it a funny scene?" you asked, feeling slightly curious of her reaction.

"No, quite the opposite in fact. It's a kiss scene~"

You blushed for a moment and cleared your throat, "O-Oh, I see. Sounds to be a passionate tale of romance indeed...."

Lady Pearl's lips curled up in a smirk, "You know, a kiss is a wonderful but fleeting thing. When it fades, reality hits and the madness dries up. Some people accept it, while others....sprial."

Your gaze subconsciously fell on her lips at this statement, feeling drawn to her tempting, plump and moist peach lips. Just then, she turned to face you and met her gaze with yours while her hand cupped your cheek as she leaned closer.

"I wonder, if it were you, what unexpected choices would you make?~"

Your eyes flickered down to her lips even more, and she knew well where you were looking. She too gazed at your lips for a moment and dragged her hand down to rub them with her thumb.

"....Why don't we find out?~" you replied unexpectedly, her eyes widening for a second before she leaned back and retracted her hand.

"An interesting suggestion. I'll almost feel envious of being a mere spectator of a passionate display like that~"

"Why would you be a spectator? I was thinking of doing it with you. Wouldn't that be more effective?"

Lady Pearl couldn't help but laugh, finding you adorable.

"To say that so directly.... You are bold and untamed, and that's what I like about you~"

You blushed again, "Isn't that what you were thinking as well?"

"Hehe, who knows. But tell me, do you really prefer me over those pretty, adorable young ones? I'm sure there are quite a number of people here who'd love to have that kind of opportunity with you~"

You averted your gaze for a moment then firmly looked into her eyes, "I'll be honoured to do it with you. I don't really care about age, you are beautiful and desirable no matter what."

Lady Pearl felt her cheeks become warm but she hid her flustered self well. She placed her left hand on your shoulder and shifted closer, your eyes once again falling on her lips.

"How unpredictable and flattering.... Every moment with you is worth remembering." she whispered while placing her right hand on your cheek, drawing your face closer to hers.

The wait felt like an eternity as you both drew closer, until a fire surged through your body the moment your lips touched. It started as a simple touch, a mere contact of muscles. Then it transformed into a desire for something deeper and intimate. Her lips were soft and tasted like peach with a hint of strawberry, a taste you became addicted to quickly and sought more of. Your lips moved with hers with passion and an unmatched intensity she had never experienced before.

Lady Pearl expected to lead and make you overwhelmed, but she was quite surprised by your quick adaptation and the way you fought to conquer her. Your taste was equally addicting to her. She leaned into you as much as possible, her arms snaking around your neck to kiss deeper. You settled your hands on her waist and rested against the wall behind you, enjoying this fervent exchange with her. Breaths mingled and tongues danced as the next act approached, muffled voices coming out as moans resounding in your ears.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss, but neither of you knew how it turned into this heated frenzy. Her hands roamed over your body and shuffled through your clothes in desperation, eager to rip and expose your naked body for herself. But she kept her composure knowing you were in a public place, still she found it difficult to stop the growing lust in her. She knew what the madness in a kiss meant, yet to experience it like this was unexpected. She wanted to see how you'd react after the madness ends, but she couldn't guarantee her own state now.

"....-ief" you felt someone calling you in the hazy state of your mind.

"Chief." the voice came again and the haze started clearing up as you opened your eyes.

You were met with the sight of Lady Pearl still pressed into you and your lips ravaging hers, but you finally realized someone was standing behind her and calling out to you continuously.

"Oi, idiot Chief! Snap back to your senses!" The piercing voice was all too familiar, it was Hella, and the other calm voice was Hecate.

Your face reddened up in embarrassment at the situation, you didn't know when you got lost in the feeling of the kiss and forgot where you were. Just then, Lady Pearl released the kiss and moved away from you with a smirk adorning her lips as if she was unfazed during the entire exchange. She looked at your flustered self and licked her lips while caressing yours with her thumb.

"Hehe, a most interesting experience. You surprised me once again~"

You were breathing heavily as you tried to pull yourself together then hurriedly stood up, "A-Ah, I got to go now! I hope that gave you your answer, good luck with the play!"

You grabbed Hella and Hecate's wrists then swiftly walked away. Lady Pearl watched you go from the corner of her eyes then turned back to face the front before taking a long, deep breath. She touched her chest and felt her heart pounding as if it was ready to jump out. She then touched her lips and pondered about the feeling of yours, she wanted more— no, she needed more. How could a simple kiss intensify her feelings for you so much? She didn't think she'd be one of those who spiral; and judging by your reaction, you were clearly spiraling too but holding back. Well, what was the point of holding back? She always believed in making unpredictable choices and forging one's own path.

It was late night when you were seated in your office working on documents, but your mind was ever-muddled and diverted from the events of the morning. You couldn't get the kiss out of your mind. You couldn't get Lady Pearl out of your mind- her taste, scent, voice, face- everything kept spiraling in your mind constantly like a tornado. Your hands became sweaty as you thought about the kiss more and soon kept your pen down to take a break and get your focus back. You were about to get up to fetch some coffee when a knock was heard on your door, followed by none other than Lady Pearl coming in.

"Apologies for disturbing you at this hour, honey. Do you have a minute?~"

"O-Oh, sure! Come in, please! Would you like to have some tea or coffee?" you nervously spoke while walking back n forth, picking up documents and clothes from the chair to make space for her to sit.

She watched your shifty state, your fumbling steps and uneasy glances as you tried to remain calm. You were adorable as ever, but even more so this way. She was planning to be slow and tease you a bit first, do some foreplay and make you desperate. But she found that to be a waste of time when she could be having your body in her arms instead. She waited as you poured out a cup of coffee before turning around to talk with her. You placed your coffee on your desk and were about to walk to your side of the table when she stopped you by holding your wrist. Her touch instantly sent shivers down your body, your mind once again thinking of the kiss.

"I-Is everything oka— mmph!~"

Your words were blocked as Lady Pearl pressed her lips to yours instantly for a short moment.

"No, everything is not okay. You have been on my mind all day, so much so that I have been rendered ineligible for several tasks. I couldn't even finalize the script from today and it's all your fault, honey~"

She teased with a smirk and walked closer until you were leaning against the edge of your desk, she held your hands and guided them around her waist before settling her own on your shoulders.

"....Did you get the answer to the question from then?"

She hummed and brought her face closer until your lips were barely touching, your breaths mingling together.

"To some extent. But it also gave birth to more questions~"

You pursed your lips then suddenly pulled her closer, "I guess we should answer each of them one by one~"

Lady Pearl chuckled then wasted no time to devour your lips with hers. The affair was much more passionate and needy from before, both of you desperately fulfilling your desires. You slipped off her shawl while she unbuckled your chest harness and proceeded to unbutton your shirt. Your bodies pressed closely as you tried to push back and pin her to the wall, your hands roaming all over her curves. Just when you thought you had her pinned to the wall, she showed an unexpected display of strength and pushed you down the sofa instead then straddled you.

"Mmm, h-honey!~" she moaned into the kiss as she sat on your waist, her fingers continuing to open your shirt.

"So passionate.... fervent.... yet loving.... Oh, I'll let the flames devour the world while we act out the utmost frenzy! Show me more, honey!~" she chanted in a lovestruck state.

You slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders until her body was half exposed as you sat up to hold her. She wrapped her arms around your head and kissed you deeply, making out with unmatched fervour and need. Of course, she didn't stop at just kissing you— as implied by the hickeys on your neck and scratches on your back.

[appleblueberry-pie]

Hi blueberry!! Since I'm hyperfixated on yandere e42!miles (again) here's a couple of scenarios I thought of! (I'm still getting used to giving ideas/ asks 😭 )

Him finding out / overhearing someone picking on reader

Finding out where reader lives

Seeing reader in public/ having a interaction in public

How Miles would act on readers birthday

Partners with miles

Class secret Santa with miles

It can be during the relationship with miles or pre relationship (I like pre relationship tho)

Can be drabbles or hcs!!

(I'm gonna be so embarrassed if you don't see this )

i saw. it's my fault that i'm taking forever.

You hated how close he was. No matter how many steps you made to create distance to get away from him, he'd cover it. You couldn't ignore him because he'd just keep talking, and even if you tried to press him to the point of making him leave, he'd flip the script on you and wouldn't take you seriously at all. You couldn't physically beat him in a fight if you wanted to, either. You just felt so powerless.

You clench your jaw and keep your eyes on the front doors leading to the outer campus of the school. But even if it was close enough to see, it was still far enough for your bully to get his piece in.

"Let me walk you home, ma."

"I said no."

"You need to stop with that distancing shit. We've known each other too long for you to be all cold with me, you feel?"

"No, I don't fucking feel, nigga. Leave me alone."

"Shit, okay."

Yet, here he was, close enough to continue whispering into your ear. You fucking hated his stupid smirk on his face, that dumbass cologne he wears that gives you a headache, and his mouth. He can just never ever shut up. He always wants to push you on the edge.

And sadly, you were at that edge. Your stomach hurt from eating some weird shit earlier, your period wasn't helping with that, you didn't get sleep last night and you just wanted to go home and have some personal space for once.

His hand goes to grab your tense arm and once you feel him breaching past your comfort zone and breaking your limits simultaneously, you would've shoved him off of you if it wasn't for someone yanking him a good 5 feet away from you.

Both of your heads turn to the person that put themselves in your shitty situation and see Miles, fuming, holding your bully by his collar. You were taken aback by his random entrance, and was especially left with your mouth agape at the way he was confronting your bully.

You've heart multiple stories from kids all around your school about how Miles was. How he gets into crazy ass fights every single day for possibly no fucking reason. About how he gives everyone the cold shoulder, has a crazy mouth and gives no one mercy. How he has no friends, scares everyone away and gives everyone shit. You didn't believe anything because he was so nice to you. Always chill and looking out for you. But you didn't miss the looks people gave you, ones of disbelief when they'd see him open up to you like they were seeing an entire other side of him.

Maybe you were the blind one.

"Watch where the fuck you putting yo hands, nigga." He was spitting them words in that boy face like no one was watching. People began coming around corners, popping up out of nowhere to see who was shouting. Your bully made a full 180, raising his hands, telling Miles he didn't want any trouble and was just poking fun at you. Miles was having none of it.

Miles shoved him into the closest locker as if he was a stuffed animal, the sound of the harsh collision booming echoing in the hallways. Even when you went to grab Miles, he never loosened his death grip on the poor guy, simply brushing you off.

"Miles. Miles just let him go."

"Nah, give me a second, babe."

Give it another second, and the boy is on the ground, continuous iron hits ruining his face. Every time Miles' knuckle makes contact with their face, you cringe in disgust and everyone just moves on with their day, knowing they'd be next if they interfered.

He just seemed to punch harder the more you attempted to pull him off of the boy and once you jerked him hard enough by the arm, you got him to stumble off from being on top of him and you tried to ignore the blood dripping from his hands.

"Lets go."

Everyone stared as you basically dragged him towards the entrance of the school. Miles kept his eyes on your bully like he wouldn't forget his face until he was dead. It terrified you. Everything was rubbing you the wrong way.

When the cold outside breeze hit your face, you didn't stop walking until you turned the corner away from watching eyes and gave Miles a look.

Why

He gave you one back that didn't comfort you.

I had to. Please understand

You fear this was going to turn into a never-ending loop with him.

[mildcharacterenjoyer]

One of my favorite genres of Fics lately have been (insert character) goes to live with team dark. Doesn't have to be a ship fic, but it's just so interesting seeing all the different interactions between team dark and their new roommate regardless of who it is. So without further ado:

Your Fav Goes to Stay with Team Dark

Sonic was all out of options for couches to sleep on one time so he had to stay with team dark for a couple nights. He gets along with Rouge the best, Shadow avoids him like the plague, and it's awkward around Omega until Sonic starts letting the badnik use him as a projectile.

Tails just needed one night away because his workshop is cluttered and he can't think straight with all the mess. Omega was the one who offered him the couch. Shadow was not too happy, but despite it Rouge and them two watched a movie with Tails and gossiped about every one else until the late hours of the morning.

Angel Island got teleported to a different dimension once leaving the master emerald and Knuckles homeless, so of course Rouge decided to house them in Team Dark's shared apartment. She brought them both up to her room, which would have been fine if her room wasn't on the second floor. Shadow gets no sleep that night, not like he really sleeps anyways. At least he and Omega play card games while making fun of everything they hear upstairs.

There's a lot of fics about sad Amy with Team Dark so let me flip the script here and say Amy was just getting some renovations done in her house, but she couldn't finish them in time when the sun went down. Instead of pushing through the night, Rouge offered her Team Dark's couch. Amy was so thankful she cooked a delicious meal for all of them, promptly forgetting Omega couldn't eat. It's okay he got enjoyment out of destroying the food in his hands and terrorizing Shadow and Rouge with the remains.

Cream had to stay with Rouge and Shadow one night because of a vicious Eggman attack on their home. Gemerl and Omega went out to fight the robots and Vanilla stayed behind with the Chaotix to rebuild their damaged house. Shadow held her as she cried and Rouge made sure she was as comfortable as possible.

One day froggy hopped in the door while it was open. They looked at him, but didn't really say anything. To their mild surprise Big walked in soon after and tried to get him out of the space that "wasn't theirs" but Froggy just kind of kept hopping around more indoors. Eventually Rouge just told him not to worry about it and that he was welcome to stay until Froggy left of his own volition. He stayed for two weeks and no one said anything. Not even Omega. They would go out for GUN missions then return just to find the house the way it was and Big happily sitting with Froggy.

Espio decides to train his stealth skills, so what better way than to hide in the dwelling of a super spy, alien hybrid, and a walking arsenal. He used different techniques so that Omega couldn't detect his presence and was as silent as possible so Rouge wouldn't hear him. Except they all knew he was there due to overhearing a conversation between the Chaotix last week, but to his credit they didn't know where he was at all. Just that there was an Omnipotent Espio somewhere. Until someone tried to close the door one day and it bounced back midway as the presumably empty space yelped in pain.

Charmy goes over often, much to the chagrin of Rouge. Omega and Charmy play video games pretty much all day whenever he is babysat, with Shadow occasionally swapping places with him. They've learned to stock up the fridge and other cabinets because he eats a lot and burns it all off with his hyperactive demeanor. Although, Shadow does tend to eat more in Charmy's company, so if Rouge and Omega are ever worried about Shadow's appetite or well-being they might schedule something for that reason.

One day Vector's bed broke and the saddy daddy-o can't really afford a new one right now. He isn't gonna take Espio or Charmy's beds from them because he's not that type of father figure. Vector would normally stay at Vanilla's place if he had nowhere to go, but a couple days ago he made Vanilla mad. Maybe an off comment about not trusting Gemerl, and now he's stuck taking help from Rouge. Someone who is absolutely using this leverage against him. It's Shadow who allows him to stay free of charge and tells Rouge off. Rouge eventually pays him to leave because he still couldn't afford a bed.

Eggman is captured by Sonic and friends once, but they can't transfer him to the authorities for a couple days. So they tie him up and place him under Team Dark's careful surveillance until GUN can send in their group to retrieve him. Rouge teases Eggman relentlessly knowing he can't do anything, and Shadow does his best to keep Omega at bay but they know no one would truly care if Omega offed him. Ivo would rather be in GUNS confinement cell than living with the anti-heroes. They leave him there longer when they catch wind of this.

Blaze gets trapped in Sonic's dimension because the Sol emeralds leave her behind by accident. While on the hunt for a chaos emerald she is approached by Rouge and offers her a place to stay while she continues her quest. It's no castle and Omega awkwardly keeps asking her to burn random things for him while he stares deeply into the flames, but she is happy for the rest and relaxation.

Metal Sonic is familiar with Team Dark, but is only ever allowed to stay if Omega is gone for some reason. The E-series gets jealous if there is another robot around besides him and Gemerl. It's almost always because of something that's going on internally, but metal Sonic can't voice it. Instead, Rouge and Shadow just let him be for the night or however long he chooses to stay until Omega comes back.

Silver gets passed around as a housemate whenever he randomly pops up in their timeline. Every household has a schedule and a routine when it comes to housing Silver. Team Dark's routine for him is simple. Plenty of soft blankets, surround him with plants, put the snacks out in front of him so he knows he can eat. Also include a pitcher of water and a few glasses anywhere within his line of sight. He will use his telekinesis to hydrate.

Sage came one day to talk to Shadow about Maria and Gerald since her father doesn't tell her any facts other than his own opinions and feelings on the matter. It's enlightening and Sage ends up talking to Omega too about the E-Series and his history from creation to now. It doesn't end all that well and all three of them argue until the morning, where she leaves with a lot of things to think about.

The Babylon Rogues try not to rely on anyone but themselves, but sometimes they make deals with the devil then pay the price. This time Rouge was the devil. She cashed in her favors and they helped her with a heist, but they got cheated out of it. Instead of throwing a fit they just took over their apt while they were away. Shadow and Omega could have easily evicted them except they placed all of Rouge's expensive breakable items all over precarious ledges so there couldn't be any crazy fights. After much hassle and tip-toeing, only one item shattered, but they were successfully removed.

Abe Towers is a proud man, and yet he finds himself on Team Dark's couch after Eggman disbands GUN and raids their headquarters. No one is happy about it, least of all Shadow, but until he can scrape together enough resources to bunker the remains of the military, it's either here or stay with the more peppy characters. Despite the tension, he prefers realism. It's the one thing that keeps them from chewing each other out.

(I'll reblog with a second set at some point but I've been working on this for days I need to post it!!)

[serenastark-official]

⚖️ 10: How to Win Arguments: Foolproof Tactics for Always Being Right (Because, Duh, I Am) ⚖️

Let’s face it: arguing is an art form. And if you want to master it like yours truly, you need strategy, wit, and just the right amount of sass. Whether it’s a sibling squabble, a debate with your oh-so-wrong friend, or a full-on battle of wits with Tony Freakin’ Stark, I’ve got you covered.

1️⃣ Do Your Homework Beforehand (a.k.a. Know Your Stuff)

Nothing’s worse than going into an argument unarmed with facts. If you’re gonna fight, fight smart. Research your topic, anticipate counterarguments, and have receipts ready. Pull up articles, studies, and even throw in a fancy quote if you’re feeling dramatic. Bonus points if you memorize a fact just to drop it at the perfect moment.

💡 Example: Someone argues that pineapple belongs on pizza? Hit them with food science and cultural history. Game over.

2️⃣ Stay Calm (Even When They’re Wrong and Stupid)

The person who stays calm always has the upper hand. The moment you start yelling, you look defensive—even if you’re 100% right. Keep your tone steady, your expressions neutral, and if necessary, throw in a condescending smirk. Nothing frustrates your opponent more than you being unbothered.

💡 Pro Tip: If they’re getting worked up, just tilt your head and say, "Aww, are you getting emotional?" That’ll either shut them up or make them combust. Either way, you win.

3️⃣ Use Logic, Not Just Emotion

Yes, passion is great, but if your whole argument is based on feelings, you’re setting yourself up for failure. Use logic, evidence, and structured reasoning. If you can break down your opponent’s argument piece by piece while they’re just screaming “BUT IT’S NOT FAIR,” you’ve already won.

💡 Example: Instead of “I just feel like I deserve the last slice of pizza,” try, “I was the one who ordered it, I paid for it, and statistically speaking, I eat faster than you, meaning I should have the extra slice.” Science.

4️⃣ Flip the Script (Turn Their Argument Against Them)

This is where the fun begins. If someone presents a weak argument, use their own logic to prove them wrong. It’s like verbal judo—redirect their energy until they’re arguing against themselves.

💡 Example: Them: "You're so stubborn!" You: "If I was really stubborn, wouldn't I refuse to listen to you right now? But look at me, standing here, considering your point. Sounds like you're the stubborn one."

Boom.

5️⃣ Socializing = Exposure Therapy (aka Get Used to Winning in Public)

Arguing is a skill, and like any skill, practice makes perfect. Debate people, challenge opinions, and get comfortable speaking up. The more you do it, the easier it gets. Plus, nothing builds confidence like absolutely wrecking someone in front of a crowd.

💡 Pro Tip: If you really want to sharpen your skills, argue with Stephen Strange (sorry buddy, you're the guinea pig in this experiment). If you can hold your own against him, you can argue with anyone.

6️⃣ Hit ‘Em with the One-Liner Finisher

You know that moment in movies when the main character drops a savage line and walks away while the other person stands there, speechless? That’s what you need. A solid one-liner can end an argument instantly. Keep it short, keep it sharp, and then leave before they can recover.

💡 Example: Them: “You always have to be right, don’t you?” You: “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Exit stage left.

7️⃣ Ask Them to Explain (and Watch Them Crumble)

People love to argue, but most don’t actually understand their own point. The easiest way to expose this? Just say, “Explain it to me.” Watch as they flounder, backtrack, and realize they have no clue what they’re talking about.

💡 Example: Them: “You’re wrong.” You: “Oh really? Explain exactly how I’m wrong.” Cue awkward silence.

8️⃣ The Art of the Strategic Pause

Silence is powerful. If someone says something stupid, don’t rush to respond—just pause. Look at them. Raise an eyebrow. Maybe shake your head slightly, like you’re disappointed in their choices. The weight of the silence alone will make them second-guess everything.

💡 Pro Tip: If they ask, “Why are you looking at me like that?” just sigh dramatically and say, “I was just hoping for more from you.” Works every time.

9️⃣ Keep a Straight Face (Even When Their Argument is Hilariously Dumb)

Sometimes, people say things so ridiculously wrong that you want to burst out laughing. Don’t. Keep a poker face. Let them think they’re making a good point, then calmly dismantle their argument. If you laugh, they’ll think they’ve flustered you.

💡 Example: Them: “The moon landing was faked.” You: (Deep breath, blank stare) “Interesting. So you think NASA faked six moon landings, but somehow forgot to fake better camera quality?”

Watch them short-circuit.

🔟 Know When to Walk Away (Because You Already Won)

The biggest flex? Knowing you’ve won and not even bothering to keep going. If the other person is just repeating themselves, flustered, or resorting to personal attacks, you’ve already won. Just leave. Nothing is more powerful than walking away while they’re still trying to think of a comeback.

💡 Final Move: As you walk away, throw out a casual, “You’re adorable when you’re wrong.” Instant ego destruction.

Final Verdict:

Winning an argument isn’t just about being right—it’s about being better at proving you’re right. Stay calm, stay sharp, and above all, stay petty when necessary.

Now go forth, young debaters. Make me proud. 💅

And if all else fails? Just remember: "Could I BE any more right?"

shoutout to @makuyi13 for the idea

Also see: How to Win Arguments: What to Do When (Gasp!) You’re Actually Wrong

[kyehwas]

a midsummer night's dream ft. lee seokmin

-> or, seokmin loves you more than lysander loves hermia

|| wc + warnings || 0.8k / implied fem!reader, theater kids y/n and seokmin, lot of kissing, weird situationship ig? writing this to cope with the fact that i have to write a stupid fucking essay on this play

Seokmin was what other people considered a theater kid.

He was loud, he burst into song often, he behaved as every traditional theater kid would. So, of course he got one of the lead roles in your school's most recent play.

You on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Sure, theater was fun, but you definitely weren't like him. It was a shock when you got one of the other lead roles.

“Y/n, right? Great job on landing Hermia!” A voice from behind and a hand on your shoulder makes you jump up.

“Seokmin! Thank you, congratulations on getting Lysander!” You try to give him the same energy he gave you, smiling widely at him.

“Our first rehearsal is next week and we need to pick up our scripts by Friday, have you read any Shakespeare before?” He asks, and you nod, “That's great! A Midsummer Night's Dream is one of my favorite plays by him!”

You and Seokmin chat for a little before parting ways. When the day comes to pick up your script, you flip through the lines until you get to the part that shocks you the most. 

The kiss between Hermia and Lysander. You were hoping that the director wouldn't include it in the play, but they did. 

You weren't opposed to kissing Seokmin. He was cute and a good guy. But you just weren't sure it would go right.

"Reading the kiss scene I see?” 

“Seokmin! You have got to stop scaring me like that!” You yelp, hitting his shoulder lightly.

Seokmin just laughs at your expression, “You're cute when you're shocked.”

“Shut up!” You try to hide the fact that you're blushing from him, but he knows. “Hey, are you alright with the kiss scene?”

“Of course I am, why, are you not?” His tone changes slightly to show more concern. Seokmin doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable at all.

“No… I've never had to do anything like this for a role before,” You admit to him, “I've never kissed anyone before.”

“Let me help you then..?” His words come out in just barely a whisper. A hand goes to your cheek, hesitant to do anything.

“Help me?” All of the oxygen leaves your lungs as Seokmin approaches you, parting your lips with your thumb.

“Are you actually alright with this?” Seokmin doesn't have the teasing air he had earlier, ears burning bright red.

“Yes, just do it.” And he kisses you. It's soft, yet quicker than you expected.

“Fuck, Seokmin,” You gasp, “You- wow. I've never kissed anyone before.”

"Did you like it?"

"I guess so?"

“Glad you enjoyed it, my Hermia.” He gets up from his position on the floor and waves, “Gotta go now, I have vocal classes in an hour. Have fun practicing~!”

The practices were much more exhilarating than you'd expected since that kiss with Seokmin. The two of you had started something even you don't know how to describe.

You behaved as co-leads on stage, but between acts and scenes, he was all over you, lips on yours as if it would be the last time he'd ever kiss you.

The day of the show came, and to say you felt anxious was an understatement. You would be on stage in front of your parents and everyone in school, and the risk of embarrassing yourself made your stomach churn.

“You'll do great, Hermia!” Seokmin told you as you were getting your makeup fixed. 

“Already in character, aren't you Lysander?” You grin. The makeup artist finally finishes with you and you have to tell yourself to wait until the final act to actually kiss him.

“Of course, a good actor must always be prepared!”

“Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius, and Egeus you're on in 5!” Someone from the tech crew calls.

“Seokmin?” You ask once you're near the stage waiting for your cue. “What are we?”

“We're lovers, aren't we?"

“No, seriously. We've kissed more times than I can count, and definitely not in the acting w-”

You're interrupted by your cue to enter the stage. You manage to say all your lines without messing up, but whenever you mention Lysander, your heart skips a beat.

“... As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!” Seokmin joins you backstage after saying his last line for the scene, and you're too nervous to say anything to him.

You make it the entire way without talking to him until the final act. You're standing face to face with him, hands holding yours.

Even under the bright spotlight, even surrounded by other actors, it feels like it's just you and him in the world.

Seokmin tilts his head just enough for his lips to fit against yours. When he pulls away, he says something not in the script, only loud enough for you to hear.

“You're right, the kisses were more than just an act. I love you, my Hermia. No, my y/n.”

[rosiesdisneydrama]

I was body-slammed by thoughts over Mickey and Minnie Mouse finally being in the public domain a couple days ago and the fact that I've heard peck all about projects with them since the initial news came out.

And I- I feel I need to share the two game genre ideas I've had just to get them out of my head.

The first one is a farming sim/casual adventure game about Mickey deciding to bail out of Hollywood now that his acting contract was finally up and doing something peaceful and quiet with himself.

The idea of him leaving and doing something calming/simple speaks to me, man.

Especially since it could carry an outstanding story about reconnecting (if you put Oswald in the game as a neighbor) or taking time to care for your own mental health over dealing with social media/high-stress businesses.

Because that mouse has been through some sh*t and as long as the writers kept it vague (to avoid the stuff still under copyright and trademark) they could have a damn good story about unpacking shelved mental and emotional issues, undoing unhealthy coping habits (like always having to be positive/a good role model. Mickey is, like, the poster boy for Golden Child issues), and stuff like that.

There is potential there and I have yet to see people use it.

The second one is giving Minnie the chance to star in an rpg where she gets to be one of the heroes instead of the Damsel in Distress.

Minnie could be an awesome player character and it could be fun to flip the script for once and have her go on the adventure and rescue Mickey. Maybe let her team up Sadie/Ortensia and play around with a potential besties/in-laws relationship between them.

(If you really wanna add some potential drama to the party, have both Sadie/Ortensia and Fanny Cottontail in the party with Minnie.)

Plus, it's always fun to try and expand on underutilized characters and throw them into situations they wouldn't normally deal with.

I am just- Rotating these mice now that it's fully sunk in for me that it's legal for people to make non-disney content with them

[jennicatzies]

how does dying feel. Is it nothing, a sudden darkness, or do you bleed slowly, feeling every ounce of pain? Later, in the story, when Hamilton can 'switch' between the scene and the world, can he do it while getting shot? Or is he forced to endure the suffering? Does burr ever feel sorry for subjecting Hamilton to that? Or, more likely, does he ever stop feeling sorry?

Okayyyy some crispy questions in the mail 👁👁

It's gonna be quite the soup of text so uh. Open the read more for answers!

Before we talk about the technicalities of Dying, I wanna clear up how mortal injuries in general work in this story!

All "Scripted" injuries [like Lee getting shot, literally anyone getting shot] would only appear as bloody and bruised and stuff in "in universe [according to script]" view, while if one is stage aware or in the view of the stage, it wouldn't appear affected. Though whatever they see, if they get injured in script, they would feel it physically. So. Ouch.

So to answer the first question, I guess you could say you'd feel every bit of it until the script says otherwise. Or uh, if you die on the spot you just. Black out. Your consciousness gets shut off/you essentially get put to sleep — pray they shut it off entirely or you'll have to... stare into darkness for a bit in pain.

Second question! Does Hamilton get to avoid the pain? Weeeell,,,, he does have the option to flip to stage view at will if he tries, but as disclosed before, he would unfortunately still feel it. And considering it also affects how he feels physically, I believe he wouldn't have enough energy to flip to the stage, unless he does so during the melody-less monologue. Even then, the impact of the "shot" would most likely fuck up his workings, so he miiiight get a bit of an unpleasant flickering before finally setting into in universe view while he uh. dies. He'll feel being shot and be able to see himself bloodied for a bit. not fun!

Ultimately he's not... "actually" wounded though, as again the physical effects only apply to the in universe. And it should ease up nearing the end of tw3e. That's... good???

Third. Would Burr feel sorry?

Of. Of course he'd feel sorry— hell, he already does according to script. and after getting the knowledge that the pain is not entirely tied down to the script, he'd feel Worse. I like to think that Burr interrogated Hamilton on the details of this dknfkdrjkr

Does he ever stop feeling sorry?

Ehh. Ehhh. As long as Hamilton still feels pain he feels sorry. I imagine. But they both understand that's to be expected, so try not too get to caught up in that, we have a narrative to tamper with!

[pedrocomicreviews]

Immortal Thor #22

"Hah! Say it again, my liege!"

Part of me wants to ask you to flip a coin every paragraph.

Structure gimmicks are difficult to pull off. Choose Your Own Adventure used to be its own genre of book, because you have to write and print everything in very particular ways so that it makes sense from a variety of perspectives. Editing a book that requires you to go back and forth all the time is less looking for typos and more QA testing it, like a game-- because it basically becomes one. Can the reader break the story through a specific yet possible path? Is it likely a reader will reach an intended ending before they grow bored of it? Is it still a compelling book no matter how you read it?

So, the GOAT Al Ewing has three books out this week-- this, All-New Venom and Absolute Green Lantern. The Venom review is on the Lightning Round and the Green Lantern one is already up, but I want to appreciate for a second how vastly different they are, and, jokes aside about Paul Rabin, how well-thought out and effective they get to be in their own terms. To work on these many scripts in such disparaging fictional genres takes a lot of work, and even if one or two experiments didn't work over the course of these runs, this one definitely did.

What I am trying to say is that I really loved the idea of flipping a coin every page to advance or rewind the book, which is how this adventure is structured. Every page has been written in such a way that it can come both after the last panel of the page before it, or as a result of you coming back from the page after it. In fact, a lot of the dialogue works better backwards than forwards, which you will only experience if you take the comic's idea at face value.

An unspoken truth of reading comics is that we kinda want to get through them fast. There are nearly thirty new comics out this week by Marvel and DC combined, not counting digitally, and it's a hobby with a lot of time investment attached to it. When a comic asks for more attention and more time out of you than others, it's banking on the assumption that you will take its suggestions and substance in good faith, and give it a chance you cannot give to every comic. If every single comic book I read this week was this complicated to get through, I wouldn't be writing this review; I would still be getting through most of the comics I actually read.

So to see it well-executed in a very simple way (some of these ideas are complex and I am dumb) that makes the story read better, and puts you in the character's heads, and makes dialogue make more sense a second, third time you read it? To catch all the sly jokes about the repeating nature of the labyrinth, and to see visual details that only make sense when you see what's up ahead and got Tails five times in a row and went back to the beginning? That's really special, that's really difficult to pull off.

Immortal Thor has been through a lot and at some point I lost interest in it, but this genuinely renewed my love for the book. Everyone sounds great, it's unique and fun to read, the villain is excellent, the ideas behind it shine; it's back to being the book I loved 20 or so issues ago when we were first dealing with Utgard-Thor. I am very happy with this and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes.

We're over the halfway point if this is trying to get to 50 issues, and I am back to wondering if this will carve its way into being one of the greatest Thor runs of all time.

[dbphantom]

oh yeah i was going to do a mini write-up on why i really love how H2O flips the script on who you'd think would be hyped about being a mermaid vs who wouldn't be

Emma isn't happy because she has to quit the swim team and is super bummed because she's dedicated her LIFE to this, but ultimately she does find it really cool outside of that, especially when hanging with Rikki because they get to compete! She's also the first one to tell the others not to tell anyone, when you'd think responsible Emma would be trying to convince the other two to tell a doctor and get them all help immediately. But no, she doesn't, and she GETS why they can't and it's very cool to see her immediately take charge of the secret. "not even mum." It's also really cool to see her embrace it so quickly because it's something she can't control and didn't ask for, which you'd think would be causing her a conniption. But no, she goes with it, she's trying to convince Cleo it's okay and even shows off her competitive side with Rikki! and I think her embracing it so quickly also ties into her moonspell showing what she really wants/needs (to let her responsibilities go for a little while, which being a mermaid helps her do bc instead of constant training for swim team she gets to have fun and chill out for a bit).

Then there's Rikki, who is a bit of a tomboy and a rebel and you think oh MAN she's the type of character who's going to think this is way too girly for her tastes BUT NO she embraces it immediately! she's the first one to go out swimming on her own (intentionally)! she doesn't even get a power in the first episode and she's STILL hyped as all hell! and you know what? that's SO real. Rikki always walks to the beat of her own drum because she's always been a loner anyway and does not GAF what other people think of her. Of COURSE she embraces it so quickly and wholeheartedly, even if it doesn't match her 'aesthetic'. Who cares about any of that?! She got super powers and the ability to swim to Fiji!!

and then there's Cleo and she's the average teenage girl with the ocean-themed room, who has a deep love for her fish and dressing cute and you'd think she's the perfect image of a girl-turned-mermaid (until Bella arrives, but Bella is s3 so you know the deal already by that point) and SHE HATES IT! she loathes it to the point of not even wanting to use the proper name when referring to what happened to her (just calling them 'things' or 'mer-freaks'). and it makes sense because early Cleo wants so badly to be accepted and loved by others bc of her low self-esteem, so if she's different in such an obvious and visible way (when she's in high school where being different = getting ostracized and bullied), then OF COURSE she's not going to like it!

I love it! I love it so much! It's such a great spin on the 'archetypes'. If it were ANY other show, Rikki's type of character would've HATED it, she would've been like "oh hell no, this is waaaay too girly, you won't catch me dead as a mermaid" but in the actual show she's the first to accept and embrace it and they never really bring up how it might 'contrast' with her character (beyond a throwaway joke implying disbelief that RIKKI is a mermaid) and I love that for her so much.

And if it were any other show Cleo's type of character would've embraced it because mermaids = pretty and elegant, but NO, they made the tails realistic and being a mermaid badass (and slightly weird/gross) and so it turns everything on its head and it works so so so well. the girls' characters in s1 are peak. idc idc idc they're SO GOOD.

i love H2O

[blogger360ncislarules]

The mid-2000s saw a dramatic shift in television. The rise of "prestige TV," fostered by cable networks like FX and HBO, saw complex narratives led by morally gray characters like Walter White in Breaking Bad, Vic Mackey in The Shield, Don Draper in Mad Men, and the list goes on. Most of these shows were also high concept. Game of Thrones flipped the script on what people expected from fantasy, while Lost hooked viewers with an island full of mysteries. But not every TV show followed these edicts. One series, Leverage, went against every established rule of "Prestige TV" - and though it's not as well remembered as these series, it still has its fans.

Leverage features Nate Ford (Timothy Hutton), an insurance investigator, who is devastated when his son succumbs to a terminal illness that could have been prevented if the company he'd worked for didn't refuse experimental treatment. Nate joins a group of thieves consisting of genius hacker Alec Hardison (Aldis Hodge), skilled fighter Eliot Spencer (Christian Kane), sophisticated grifter Sophie Devereaux (Gina Bellman), and antisocial thief Parker (Beth Riesgraf). The group conducts a series of heists, but only against those who take advantage of the innocent.

‘Leverage’ Was an Entertaining Watch Due to Its Structure & Cast Interactions Nate (Timothy Hutton), Sophie (Gina Bellman), Parker (Beth Reisgaf), Elliot (Christian Kane), and Hardison (Aldis Hodge) in a row dressed as FBI agents smiling as they take green containers away in Leverage Part of the fun of watching Leverage is seeing how Nate's team pulls off their heists, and the show doesn't disappoint on that front. An episode of Leverage usually begins with the team getting to know their mark. Then they apply their specialized skills. Toward the end of the episode, flashbacks reveal how everything fits together. It's a structure often used in heist films, but in Leverage it is often executed hilariously. Take Season 3's "The Rashomon Job." True to the Akira Kurosawa film it's named after, each member of Nate's team recounts how they tried to steal a priceless artifact before they became a team. It's funny, action-packed, and shows each character at their best.

Leverage has one of the most dynamic ensembles in television history. Hardison and Parker end up slowly developing a relationship. Though the dangerous nature of their job (and her slowly developing social skills) impedes things, they end up together. Sophie struggles with an identity crisis, as her true passion is acting, but her acting prowess is only great when pulling off a con. Spencer seeks to redeem himself after committing some dark acts in his past. Leverage was willing to let its characters grow in ways other shows wouldn't, making it stand out.

The Final Three Seasons of ‘Leverage’ Shook Up the Show ​​​​​​Keeping in line with the escalating nature of the heist genre, the final three seasons of Leverage raise the stakes for its crew. Season 3 sees Nate imprisoned and the team falling under the guidance of a mysterious woman called "The Italian" (Elisabetta Canalis), who blackmails them into taking down criminal bankroller Damien Moreau (Goran Višnjić). Season 4 would see them encountering Jack Latimer (Leon Rippy), who offers to hire them, but is working really for Victor Dubenich (Saul Rubinek), who Nate's team took down in their first con together.

But Season 5 featured the biggest shakeup: Nate leaving the team after proposing to Sophie and placing Parker in charge. The series finale, "The Good Bye Job," breaks from tradition by having Nate seemingly captured and having to recall his team dying. In reality, he tricked his old enemy/ally Jim Sterling (Mark Sheppard) into thinking his team was dead, getting access to a hard drive called "The Black Book." It was the kind of con Leverage was built on, and it was only fitting for the series to end on the biggest caper yet.

The Legacy of ‘Leverage’ Continues in ‘Leverage: Redemption’

Leverage eventually continued in the new age of streaming television, thanks to Amazon's Freevee channel. Leverage: Redemption follows Parker, Spencer, and Hardison as they reunite with Sophie after Nate's death. Taking over Nate's role as "The Mastermind," Sophie leads the team in heists against the corrupt. Redemption once again shook things up with two new characters: Hardison's foster sister Breanna (Aleyse Shannon), a genius hacker in her own right, and former corporate lawyer Harry Wilson (Noah Wyle), who seeks redemption for his past.

Redemption manages to succeed where most revivals fail by keeping most of the cast intact and using the same mission statement. That's due to producer Dean Devlin and creators John Rogers & Chris Downey having an active hand in the creative process. Devlin even had a specific vision in mind for Leverage:

I just wanted to do the type of show that I grew up with and loved. I missed Mission: Impossible and The Rockford Files. Television today tends to be more dry, dark and edgy. I’m not saying it’s bad, but it’s not the type of show I was interested in. So when TNT said they wanted to get a TV show out of me, I said I wanted to do a throwback type of show. I wanted to have fun. I don’t want to live in a dark world.

Even if Leverage didn't enjoy the explosion in success that Breaking Bad or Mad Men did, Devlin deserves credit for sticking to his guns & turning out some great television.

[metaknight]

I have so many thoughts about Sonic 3 and I'll never be able to get them all out but will dump them all here anyway

obviously major spoilers below

...

...I loved it holy wow. Obviously I'm disappointed that Rouge didn't make it in yet and that they had to change the story in some major ways, but I understand why movies do what they do to appeal to a broader audience and keep run times shorter.

-I definitely feel like they had to cut a lot of stuff because the pacing seemed pretty frantic most of the movie and characters were making logic leaps/seemed to know things that they shouldn't have, so I do feel like some scenes and subplots got cut. I think that they could have lost a LOT of the Eggman-Gerald interactions and it would have made a stronger film, but everyone loves Jim Carrey so I also understand that choice. I loved his Eggman as always, didn't LOVE the direction they took with Gerald but that "You're not Maria" line was ICE COLD

-Shadow was wonderful. The scenes with him and Maria were absolutely perfect, I loved this spunky, clearly-also-has-some-of-the-robotnik-craziness Maria. Shadow's character was actually way less edgy than I expected and I loved all of his vulnerable moments. I hope that IDW takes more of that side of him for future stuff because I just think it's so much more enjoyable to see his uncertain, troubled, pained side rather than just constantly insulting Sonic.

-Also I think this confirms that Shadow is the coolest character ever. Like literally every scene he did the coolest shit and our theater was constantly losing their minds. The motorcycle, the gun flip, breaking out of prison island, "Boo", our beautiful white-gold super form, multiple rings of chaos spears, etc etc. It has truly been the Year of Shadow our lord and this was the perfect end to the feast

-The Super Sonic/Super Shadow fight was rad and so was their teamwork outside of the Eclipse Cannon, a scene that should NOT have been interrupted by the weird Eggman v. Gerald fight. Didn't love Live and Learn constantly cutting out like that and all the tension leaving.

-Moon scene :')

-I'm bummed that we didn't get some kind of scene of Shadow losing his super form and Sonic trying to catch him or vice versa - I liked the Team Sonic thing with falling through the atmosphere at the end, but I was sad to not see them interacting with Shadow more. Also GOD level Shadow retaining his super form that much longer than Sonic and then pushing the eclipse cannon???

-Loved Eggman's final message to Agent Stone

-Despite my concerns with the pacing, I do think 3 did better than 2 in terms of not dragging scenes out that were less interesting (I had fun with the wedding scene in 2 but it was pretty long, and the dance scene with Sonic and Tails was also a lot). The human characters were also used much more efficiently and in interesting ways, except Agent whats-her-name (who had a weird tension the entire time, so much so that I thought she was gonna be a villain or something?)

-"Gabriella should kill them both, she's not a prize to be won" Absolutely sent me, also "I know, a woman in the military..." The script writers are incredible

-AMY!!!! AMY!!!! LIKE A FUCKING AVENGING ANGEL SHE DESCENDS, LOOKED LITERALLY PERFECT I can't think of a time I've liked her character model more what a GODDESS

-Wonder if Shadow will still have his memory in future films or not. Also curious if they'll use him in the next, because I feel like they wouldn't want to overshadow (heh) Amy and Metal Sonic too much but who knows. Team Dark when???????