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The Avett Brothers at KEMBA Live!, Columbus, Ohio, Aug. 20, 2024

The Avett Brothers of 2024 are a band in flux. While the seven-piece touring lineup remains the same, the group is supporting a pop-leaning LP and talks from the stage about working, more than playing, for its audience.

So it went that seven of the nine tracks from 2024’s the Avett Brothers made up nearly one-third of the band’s Aug. 20 outdoor gig on an unseasonably chilly, full-moon night in Columbus, Ohio, at a pretty much sold-out KEMBA Live! The musicians were more emotive vocally and physically than in the past, infusing new songs like “Never Apart (w/Vocal Prelude)” and “Orion’s Belt” with choreographed moves and making what was once organic joy feel contrived.

During these and other new numbers, Seth and Scott Avett struggled to align their harmonies and Joe Kwon’s cello and Tania Elizabeth’s violin were more adult-contemporary orchestral than down-home Americana as Scott Avett kneeled and slapped hands with audience members and Seth Avett struck rock-star poses under a backdrop of gold praying hands, a disco ball and kaleidoscopic lights.

It was nearly 30 minutes into the two-hour show when flashes of yesterday’s Avetts appeared, when the septet lit into Doc Watson’s instrumental “Black Mountain Rag” and Seth Avett’s electric guitar added a rock element to his bandmates’ country drive.

Scott Avett performed “Murder in the City” solo and acoustic and the Avett brothers and bassist Bob Crawford got folksy around one mic on “I Wish I Was.” Elizabeth continued the unplugged theme with her rambunctious solo spot pairing the instrumental “Le Reel Du Pendu” with the vocal-and-fiddle “Les Barres De La Prison” and earning a raucous response from the audience, a large number of whom began streaming out about halfway through the gig.

The vast majority who stuck around as space opened up in the lawn sang lovingly to the balladic “I and Love and You” and lustily to “Kick Drum Heart.”

The four-song encore continued the contours of the main set, beginning with the mindlessness of Toby Keith’s “As Good as I Once Was” by the Avetts/Crawford trio and ending, as virtually every Avetts show does, with the riveting, deeply thoughtful “No Hard Feelings” by the full band.

But even this magical song - which typically leaves Sound Bites in tears - produced only a lump in the throat, summing up an atypically tepid evening with the Avett Brothers.

Grade card: The Avett Brothers at KEMBA Live! - 8/20/24 - C+

8/21/24

[kickdrumheart68]

Seth Avett Sings, Halo

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[starshard17]

Drawing a character from the Trolls franchise every day until I run out of characters

Day 183 - Tae Kwon Joe and Tae Kwon Kevin

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121U 📢 soonyoung x reader.

do you remember the annoying guy from your after-school taekwondo class? you don't even really care much for the sport anymore; you just want to get back at him for making your life a living hell.

ⓘ part of my how is your youth? mini-series. includes: childhood rivals/enemies, cussing, alcohol consumption and intentional typos. a very special shoutout to @sarangcoups, who served as a v.i.c (very important consultant) on the intricacies of spiteful taekwondo. <3

Kwon Soonyoung, taekwondo instructor/personal trainer. 28 years old.

👤 When you think of your youth, what do you think of?

🐯 What are you talking about?! I'm still youthful! I'm one of the kids, you know?

👤 ...

🐯 Jihoon-ah, so uptight~ Fine, fine. My youth— [pauses] Well, some people might think it's sad, but I spent a lot of time in dojangs. Sports have always been a part of me. And it's not sad! Because it's something I loved to do! It's never sad if you're happy to be there. I'm lucky I found what I liked at such an early age, and got to do it for the rest of my life.

👤 How has your youth shaped who you are now as a person?

🐯 ... Huh.

👤 What?

🐯 That's a hard question. Pass.

👤 There is no 'pass'. You signed a contract.

🐯 Did I? I would like to invoke my right against self-incrimination.

👤 ...

🐯 [sighs heavily] Fiiine. How my youth shaped me, huh? Well— [pauses] I know better now.

👤 You know better now.

🐯 Yeah. Hey, hey, hey. Don't look at me like that— pan the camera! Show how disbelieving he looks!— anyway. I know better now. There's a lot of things I could have done when I was younger. Could've been nicer, for instance. Some people run from their past, but I carry my youth with me. It's a constant reminder that while I've gotten far, I've still got much further to go.

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Fifteen to Forever

"I can’t not be happy when I know I have you."

PAIRING: hockeyplayer!choi seungcheol x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: Fifteen was the age you had met Choi Seungcheol at a school hockey game. Forever was the age you would find yourself spending with him.

CONTAINS: fluff, angst, smut (MINORS DNI), growing up, tears (a lot), distance, this is so emotional you will be in your feels, kissing, p in v sex (unprotected), clit stimulation, handjobs, happy endings bc we love them, i think that's it

WORD COUNT: 6k

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[AN]: thank you so much @ressonancee for birthing the idea of hockey player cheol in the first place, reading over some of the bits and helping me w some of the plot!!! ty for letting me ramble in your dms lol. hockeyplayer!cheol WILL reappear in other fics bc I'm obsessed with the idea, for now, I hope you enjoy this angsty fluffy creation <33

It wasn’t until the last echo of the slammed car door had faded that you realized, yes, mom, I do actually want you to go in with me. 

But alas, as the last tresses of exhaust from her car fade into nothingness, you accept that you’d have to do this alone. Gripping the straps of your brand new backpack helps you ground yourself as the increasingly erratic breathing takes over you. It sinks in now that you’re alone. 

There’s a honk, and you realize you’re still frozen in the drop-off zone, the mom in the Subaru not appreciating the 7 AM delay to drop off her own high schooler. You wonder if her kid would let her drop them off inside. 

Scurrying into the entrance of the open gates, you find the courtyard full. Huddles of teens laughing and yelling despite the early morning hour, not a spare square foot on the grass. You try to find someone who looks like an adult but fail, hoping you’ll be luckier once you’re inside the building. 

You do find yourself lucky as you find a line of teachers at the entrance, ready to greet the new batch of freshmen on their first day of high school. There are a few other kids who look as tense as you, but you feel better with the way the administrator pats your shoulder as she hands you your schedule, assigning you to a lanky sophomore to show you around the building that’d become your second home for the next four years. 

Jeonghan tells you his name as he leads you into your homeroom, where you deposit your bag before going back out. He’s peculiar, you decide. He tells you to never walk without looking at the floor on Monday mornings to save your shoes from the occasional start-of-the-week breakfast hurl. He tells you in the cafeteria that the lasagna was horrible, but not the sloppy joes; the sloppy joes were good. He tells you in the gym that the coach would let you off if you rubbed a little eyeliner under your eyes, “he’s an empath.” 

By the time he’s listing off clubs and teams, you feel a little less nervous, pushing you back into your fuller homeroom with a sign-up sheet and a goodbye. You don’t get to say thank you. 

Kwon Soonyoung slips into the empty seat next to you, introducing himself a little louder than you’d anticipated, but you suppose you needed the enthusiasm. He innocently slips you his home number and hopes out loud that you’d be the best of friends. 

You get in the car that afternoon, responding with a wider-than-expected smile at your mother inquiring about your day. 

“It was great! I think I’ll like it here.”

You found it strange that the rink was so packed for a high school hockey game, but that was before you saw the ten-foot banner and face paint. Soonyoung sits on your right as Jiwoo places herself on your left, both donned in blue and yellow, sandwiching your uncoordinated outfit. For whatever reason, you’d thought movies exaggerated the hype around high school sports, yet the support for the boys entering the rink roars into your ears to prove you wrong. 

They win, and with the way the rest of the team pats him on the back after sending in the last puck, you assume it’s all thanks to the boy with the Choi on the back of his jersey. 

He removes his helmet, hair flopping into his eyes as you realize you know him. He was always in the cafeteria with Jeonghan, the boy who gave you a tour on your first day, along with many other boys from his year. It was hard not to notice them with the ruckus they were always causing, yet you found them easy to drown out with the rest of the noise. 

“What’s his first name? The guy with the 08 on his back?” you ask Soonyoung. 

“Oh, that’s Seungcheol. Dude’s a fucking progidy or something.”

“Prodigy,” Jiwoo corrects. 

“Yeah, that. Jihoon said the only reason they got to finals last year was ‘cause of this guy.” 

You watch as he drinks from his bottle from the benches, smiling at his coach and teammates as they debriefed. At least you were guessing that was happening; the only thing you were thinking about was how you could hear his laugh from where you sat. And how it was making you smile, too. 

You stare at your worn shoes that glow in multicolors as the beats in the gym warp and stagger through the speaker. You’re on your third punch, finding yourself awkward without something to occupy at least one hand. 

You had danced a little with Jiwoo, watched with bright eyes as Soonyoung dance off-ed yet another senior to his victory, giggled as you let another freshman, Jun, take Jiwoo away for the next dance. You now lace the edges of the party, taking a breather as you down the remnants of your punch, already trailing the memorized path to the snack table. Maybe you’ll try some of the lemonade this time. 

There’s already somebody occupying the lemonade cooler when you get there, back to you as you patiently wait for him to finish up. He moves away, leaning against the table. He takes a sip from his cup, and you move forward to fill your own. 

It’s Seungcheol. You recall his name as you recognize his face. He somehow looks as haphazard as you last saw him from yesterday’s hockey game. 

If he had come in with a tie, it’s long gone as he has his collar popped and shirt unbuttoned the first few steps. It doesn’t end there as you note the hair that dresses his eyes, soaked in what you cannot imagine is water with the way you saw someone with a similar build typhoon across the floor with nearly as much vigor as Soonyoung has had tonight. 

He’s downing the cup in haste, and you take a sip of the slightly tart drink as you debate if you should say something. 

“You did really well yesterday. Congrats,” you decide to say. 

He emerges from his cup to acknowledge you sipping on your own lemonade, “Oh, thanks. Were you there?” 

“Oh, yeah, I was. First hockey game, went with my friends,” you let out a little chuckle, not understanding why you suddenly felt so awkward. 

“Cool,” he answers plainly, mouth glistening and posture stagnant. “You’re friends with Soonyoung, right? Seen him hang around Jihoon a lot.”

“Yeah, he’s — he’s friends with everybody,” you laugh a little, and you hear him laugh with you. 

“How do you handle him? He’s giving a run for everybody’s money out there,” he gestures to the dance floor with a smile. 

“He mellows out after a while; he’s just excited,” you say, understanding his bewilderment.

“How’re you finding high school so far?” he asks when he runs out of things to say, yet forgets that he can easily excuse himself. But he doesn’t.

“Pretty alright. I’m having fun so far.” You don’t need to ask him the same, knowing well that the sophomore was having the time of his life.

“Good to hear, hope it stays that way for you.”

It’s another painful five seconds before you see Jiwoo waving at you from afar, pointing at something Soonyoung is doing. 

“Uh, I’ll see you around, my friend’s waving me over–”

“Oh, sure, uh, I’ll see you around.”

You give him one more tight-lipped smile as you wave from waist length before retreating. 

“Wait!” 

You turn around at his voice. 

“I never got your name.”

Seungcheol took you on your first not-date in the spring.

Not-date because neither of you had labeled it as such, but you were pushed to reconsider when both Jiwoo and Soonyoung insisted.

He had brought his car that you slipped into after school to drive to the movies, where he bought you popcorn and paid for both of your tickets. He held your hand as you walked out of the theatre, wide-eyed and all smiles as you discussed the film you had just sat through for two hours. 

His palm fit in yours like it belonged there, and maybe it was your fifteen-year-old brain talking. Still, you never expected to be this comfortable with him — especially after the possible insinuation your friends had instilled. 

He drove you home that night as you searched for a million excuses to stay a little longer in his car as he parked in front of your door. But alas, you open the car door at the end of the night and are surprised to find him doing the same as he walks around to where you get out. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” you say in your rehearsed line.

“Me too,” he smiles. “The weather’s getting nicer, we should see the cherry blossoms next weekend. If you wanted to. We can take the car again.” 

He didn’t kiss you, at least not on the lips as he hugged you at your front door and pressed his lips to your cheek. 

You were quick to squeak out your goodbyes after that happened, slamming your door shut as you vaguely heard him drive off. 

With a hand to your racing heart, you count to ten. Perhaps you’d reconsider that not-date after all. Besides, you had cherry blossoms to look forward to. 

Choi Seungcheol kissed you, really kissed you, when he brought the team to the cup they missed out on last year, throwing himself at you as soon as you appeared before him. He was sweaty, half-dressed in his gear with his skates still on as he embraced you tighter than anyone ever had before. 

He put his lips on yours the second he saw your face as you pulled away, unable to help himself despite the groans and retches of his teammates, despite the fact that an entire bleacher’s worth of people saw you both. 

Not that either of you cared; you were just happy he didn’t have his mouth guard on (and that he kissed you before you couldn’t help it yourself).

It was in your junior year and Seungcheol’s senior year that you began to hear the absurdities about the strength of your relationship, that you wouldn’t make it, that high school sweethearts never do. 

With shaking hands, you grip your boyfriend’s arm as he has a conflicted look in his eye. 

“No,” you say. You wonder where all of this strength was coming from when you all wanted was to cry. “You’re gonna go. You will go. I won’t let you throw all of this away because of something that’s never gonna waver.” 

He’s silent as he refuses to meet your gaze. The voices were getting to him, his older college friends laughing when he suggested that his relationship would last both college and the distance it would bring. He realizes he’s not so sure anymore. 

He sits cross-legged in front of you on your bedroom floor, mentally prepared to walk out for the last time. 

“You’re supposed to be happiest about this; I don’t understand why you insist I leave. And so far away?” he looks slightly bewildered. 

“Because you’ll regret it if you don’t. This isn’t about me, Cheol, it’s about everything you’ve worked for all these years—”

“Us, what about us? I’ve worked on us, too.”

“Why have you gone years without listening to a word what other people say to only listening to them now?”

“Was it just me, then? Because it feels like I’m the only one worried about our future together—”

“Choi Seungcheol, stop right there.” Your voice is brittle, and you don’t know how long you can keep the tears at bay. 

“I…I don’t know what to think,” his shoulders slump even lower. 

His hockey scholarship would take him so, so far away. He thought you were strong enough for this, but with every anecdote, every comment, every dejected “have it your way” to his resilience, he wonders if the both of you would be forced to fight a losing battle if he left. 

There were sports universities here at home, but there was no you with his scholarship. 

“I’ll tell you what to think. Will you listen to me?” 

Slowly, but surely, he nods. 

“You can get the scholarship you’ve always wanted, and we can stay as we are, although a little farther away.”

He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t.

“I believe in us. And if you don’t right now, I’m ready to believe for the both of us. We’ll get through this.” 

In the end, Seungcheol believed you over everything the world told him, praying he wouldn’t let you or himself down as he laid with you on the last night he’d call his bedroom home. 

Graduation was a happy endeavor, momentarily forgetting what lay ahead as he enjoyed his last hours with all his friends in one place. The heavy feeling returned as the night progressed, agreeing to spend the night with him, tucked under his covers as you listened to his heartbeat. You wonder how long it will be until you're able to do this again. 

As you lay in his stripped bedroom, there’s little either of you say, an unspoken agreement to not sleep, not tonight. He has an early morning, but he doesn’t really seem to care as he continues to fiddle with your hair, kissing you at intervals like he's trying to bring back the feeling when it begins to fade. 

There’s little you can talk about when you’re trying to memorize each other’s scent. You remind yourself to give him your sweater when morning comes, already noting the hoodie you need to remember to pick up, the lone one he left you in his closet. 

But as the first rays of sun peeked through the blinds, sending stripes of sun into the bedroom, you tried not to feel the hard clench of your heart as the bare room came into sight. Despite the snoozing of alarms, the multiple knocks on his door, and the dawn of a new day, you let yourselves have an extra five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. 

Just you and him before it would be you, and it would be him.

Seungcheol called you more than you called him. It was everywhere, even if it was just to say a quick “I love you” before a game, to hear your voice before he went to class, to listen to you complain about an assignment before he had to do his own. 

As resilient as you showed yourself to be, you’d be lying if you said there was a part of you that was afraid of how much faith Seunghceol held for the both of you, but at ease you were with the constant bugging he’d do and the bugging he seemed to appreciate back. 

By Christmastime, he’d texted you his itinerary for the holidays, explaining how he couldn’t spare a second to things like thinking. Most of his list involved spending all day rotting indoors with you. 

As much as Seungcheol had hoped you’d pick a college nearer to him, he was less scared when you finally announced your college decisions close to graduation. The past year had proved a lot, mostly that you both were stronger than the distance. Which is why he was the first to congratulate you when you got into the college of your choice, despite the fact that you’d be even farther away, leaving home in what felt like the opposite direction to him. 

You were scared too, mostly of how Seungcheol would react, but seeing the smile break out on his face when you told him gave you all the reassurance you needed. That summer brought you the best memories of your teenage years, with Seungcheol, preparing for you both to leave. Except this time, the air was less tense, fewer tears shed, fewer solemn goodbyes at airport gates, and less desperation in both of your hearts. A surety that you’d come back to each other. 

Seungcheol was offered a contract with his dream hockey team when you were on the cusp of your final year. He told you nearly two weeks after he received the first email, not believing it until he was pestered to do so by the representative. 

You cried on the phone that night, the ache in your chest unbelievably present as you wished you could hug him at that moment. He denied his own tears, but you knew his glassier-than-normal eyes weren’t just through the camera lens. You told him you were proud, you told him this was only the beginning, that you needed to sit in the bleachers with his jersey on for every game he’ll ever play, that he was about to have an entire career to be proud of soon. 

He let a couple tears slip. 

And when he showed up to your graduation, sitting next to your family, you gave him the biggest hug you could muster from your bones. That year may have been the last you’d have to endure apart, but it was somehow the hardest. 

It was in that moment, when you pulled away to look at his smiling face, that the years registered in your mind. 

You’re fifteen again, seeing Seungcheol for the first time, donning the features he hadn’t grown into yet, the features you hadn’t grown into yet. You have to tiptoe to meet his lips now, see a man where there was once a boy, the deep set of maturity behind his pretty eyes. 

When he drops the last of your boxes into his — your shared apartment, you’re brought to the stark realization that you're going to stay here.

It’s when you’re unpacking your toothbrush, placing it in the cup right next to his that you realize you could do whatever you wanted with each other without having to work around flight schedules. It’s when he’s hobbling around wooden planks and screws in the bedroom, putting together the brand new queen-sized bed to replace his too-small twin, that you realize that you weren’t here for the week, or for the month or for any set amount of time; you were here forever.

At least that’s what you hope as you watch him collapse the last of the cardboard boxes to recycle, shoving in the corner of the entryway, leaving that job for tomorrow. 

By the time you emerge in the living room after a shower, Seungcheol has already begun to unpack the delivery food on the coffee table. It’s an array of delicious smells, slightly soggy food, and mounds of styrofoam and plastic wrap; a feast for your tired, tired bodies. 

The dumplings are amazing, and the warm feeling in your chest expands as you realize you can now order them whenever you like. 

Seungcheol picks out the chopped chilies from his food, migrating them onto your own plate as he talks about his next practice session without interruption. 

A thought occurs to you in that moment as you watch him down his cola. “Hasn’t coach put you on a diet plan?” 

“Yeah,” he says normally. You merely stare at him, not understanding how any of this junk could be any good for his form, especially when you know he’s good about abstaining when it comes to training. 

He smiles at the questioning look on your face, setting down his utensils, “It’s our first meal, in our first home. I think we deserve to share this with each other.” 

A smile breaks out on your face at the thought of this being your first meal, the first of many meals together in this home. Of all the meals you’ll share in every home after this, every day. 

And while Seungcheol finds himself sacrificing his diet to enjoy all of this greasy grub with you, you will also find yourself occasionally sharing his awfully bland chicken breasts and salads. All to share with each other. 

Walking into the bustling restaurant in your uncomfortable shoes and your arm around Seungcheol’s, you’re quick to find the group you’re looking for. 

The noise is a dead giveaway, and you quickly realize they haven’t changed. 

You hear Soonyoung before you see him, his distinct laugh echoing the loudest across the sea of mingling heads. A loud banner hangs at the end of the room with your high school grad year. 

You detach from Seungcheol as he finds his junior friends, and you find yours, taking both Soonyoung and Jiwoo into a bone-crushing hug. It’s been a while since you last saw them. The crowd of familiar faces greets you, making small talk with everyone as they introduce you to their partners and even their children. You’ve grown; all of you have. 

“Seungcheol’s here too. You guys were together in high school, right?” somebody asks you at some point during the night. “He graduated before us, though; wonder who he’s here with.” 

You don’t blame them for assuming, considering both of you have been in your own circles all night. That, added to the obvious assumptions of high school sweethearts, you only laugh a little as you reply with a wider-than-usual smile. 

“Oh, he’s here with me,” 

You go home with a permanent smile stuck to your face, talking more animatedly than usual in the car ride home. Seuncheol mirrors your smile as he listens. 

Your good mood prevails for the rest of the night, even as you slip under the covers, ready to end the night on a happier-than-usual note. Seungcheol is reading his book when you crawl under his arm, head on his chest, and your arm slung across his torso. You feel his lips on the top of your head, the faint sound of his book being placed on the bedside table.  

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asks with one of his own.

You shake your head as you reply, “Nothing. I’m just happy I saw Soonyoung and Jiwoo.”

“I’m glad you saw them too. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

You hum in response, suddenly remembering a conversation you had. “You know, Jess asked me who you were there with.” 

“Figures,” he shrugs before laughing a little.“How much did she hesitate before asking you?” 

“Looked like she was holding it in for a little bit. Don’t blame her, though. She probably thought we ended it in epic teenage fashion.” 

He snorts at that, “Probably would’ve if you didn’t talk some sense into me.”

“Probably would’ve if you didn’t trust me like you did,” you crane your neck to look at him. 

“Glad I wasn’t that far gone,” he whispers, a faraway look in his eyes despite looking directly at you. “Haven’t doubted us ever since.”

There’s that warm feeling that spreads throughout your body, an overwhelming feeling of contentment coming over you. There was nothing, nothing, that could convince you to be anywhere else, especially anywhere that wasn’t in his arms. 

“Sometimes…well, a lot of the times, I think about us,” you start. “I thought us hitting six months was enough to tell me I’d be with you forever.” 

He smiles at the thought of high school you, starry-eyed, awkward little kids. He remembers the way you blushed when he kissed you for the first time in front of the whole school, the heat that had risen to his own face at the time. 

“And then we hit a year, and then two years,” you remember every surprise for every anniversary, from when you’d collect your allowance for weeks to get him something he’d like. 

“And then college happened. I tried being so positive, but I had never been more scared for us. I hope we never have to go through something that hard ever again.” You almost sound like a child not wanting to go to the doctor’s office, but with the way you feel yourself tighten your grip around him, you don’t think it’s any different. 

You can feel your eyes begin to well, and your voice begins to shake. It was nearly comical how quickly the smiles were turning into sentimental tears. 

Seungcheol places a kiss on your lips, and you know it was meant to be reassuring, but it only wrenches open the floodgates. The tears begin to make their way down your face, sniffles muffled as you go back to burying your face in his chest, his shirt soaking the wetness. You can feel a rumble in his chest as he laughs at your state. He’s also squeezing up your sides and placing kisses in any place he can reach. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you murmur into his shirt. 

“It’s okay. Today was very reflective,” he reassures, letting you stay hidden. 

“I just—” you sniff. “I just wanna stay happy like this all the time.” 

It’s only then that he guides your stained face away from his shirt to bring you to look at him, wiping the remnants of your tears as you try to keep the fresh ones at bay. “We’ll be happy, even when we’re sad. I can’t not be happy when I know I have you. I love you too much for that.”

“I love you,” you whisper into his lips, arms around his neck as you pull yourself to him, chest to chest. You kiss him properly, pecking him a few times to have your fill. 

And then he’s pulling away, ever so slightly to bring a bare millimeter of gap between your lips. His hands burn where they rest, one on your waist, one on your thigh. He’s breathing hard. Both of you are. 

“I’m gonna say something so not fit for right now,” he breathes.

You can’t help but freeze in his hold as you register his words, hesitating before you ask. “What?”

“Marry me.” 

It comes out as the same whisper, directly into your lips as he utters the words. Like he was keeping a secret from the walls and the furniture, like they were only meant for you; because they were only meant for you. Your heart stops, and you vaguely wonder if you’re breathing at all. 

“I—” he takes a long, shaky breath from his nose. “I was supposed to do this a little differently, but…”

You watch him reach over into his bedside drawer, the one you never touch, and bring out the smallest velvet box. Opening it reveals the prettiest, most delicate diamond you’ve ever seen, the jewel glinting and sparkling even in the dim bedroom lights. 

That’s when you let out a tiny gasp, feeling the tears return, dripping down your face one after the other. “Choi Seuncheol, you bitch.”

You’re sobbing at this point, and it has him sitting up straighter, leaving the box to the side as he lurches for you when you pull away. 

“Wait, fuck, sorry, I thought,” he exhales in frustration, hands trying to pull yours away from your face as you cry into your hands. He sounds desperate. “I got carried away, I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“No, it’s not that,” you finally manage through hiccups. 

“Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, I’m just fucking emotional.” 

You hear him laugh again, no doubt out of pure relief, as he nearly doubles over at the situation. 

You’re a little calmer as you continue to sniffle, watching him with a half-disgruntled, half-amused expression, “Put it on, stupid, or do I need to cry again for you to do that.”

You don’t need to tell him twice as he slips the ring on your finger, the perfect fit, the perfect jewel, the perfect ring. 

Bringing him closer, you kiss him again, lips pressed hard on his as you try to communicate every last emotion into it. You’re out of words, and you hope he knows what you're feeling. You know he knows; he always knows. 

He’s reciprocating with the same vigor, arms coming up to wrap around you so tight it pushes you flush against his body. He nips at your lip, running his tongue over it for good measure before letting it enter your mouth. You let him take the lead, let him guide you through every motion, every step forward. 

You’re putty when he pulls off your clothes for you, feeling your heart scream in protest whenever he pulls away to get rid of the obstructions. Your emotions were in a delicate place, and you suddenly couldn’t handle not being able to feel him against you consistently. 

He does well to make it quick, moving back on top of you to occupy your mouth once more. He tries to migrate lower, latching onto your neck to continue his ministrations there, but you don’t let him as you pull his face back to yours again.

“I love you,” you whisper against his mouth before latching onto his lips.

He lets out a low grunt, pulling away for breath as he whispers it back, “I love you more.”

If you won’t let his mouth move, you let his hands do whatever they wish, feeling them move lower against your sides to reach your hips. His thumbs draw circles on them as he slowly moves his hands to where you can feel the arousal grow. 

His fingers hit your bare heat as he plunges them into your folds, encasing your clit between his fingers. He drags them up slowly before moving back down, all the way to your now sopping hole to brush against the opening. 

You sigh against his lips as he pushes his finger in slowly, lips releasing yours as you throw your head back to feel his digit around your walls. He pushes a second one in without hesitation, and you know he’s just as desperate as you right now. 

He’s only two fingers deep, and yet you feel yourself beginning to come undone. He always knew what to do when he wanted to stretch you out faster, always knew what to do when he wanted to draw the pleasure out, keep you writhing for hours. 

Right now was different; it felt like he was holding himself back to the point where it was almost painful. If he wasn’t worried about the stretch, he would’ve buried himself inside you already, and yet, when he feels you clench undeniably hard around his fingers as you orgasm, he feels like he might’ve cum himself. 

His low moans echo off the walls with your louder, more desperate ones, riding out your high as you feel him bring his other hand up to rub your clit in fast circles, making the pleasure last. Coming down from your high, you feel him pause for a moment as he peppers kisses on your face, down your jaw and neck, finally coming to press his lips against yours. 

“You okay?” 

You nod in response, already grasping at his boxers to yank them down. Despite having just orgasmed, the satisfaction is yet to come, needing to feel him inside you before you combusted entirely. 

He helps as he discards himself of the final obstruction, letting you stroke his painfully hard member in your hands. The face he makes is heavenly as you watch him feel your hands wrapped around him. The impatience takes over as he finally removes your hands, instead pinning them beside your head as he guides himself to your entrance. 

Seungcheol goes back to planting himself onto you entirely, knowing exactly what you wanted from him, needing to feel him against you so flush and tight. He lets you wrap your hands around his neck as he finally begins to push himself into you, letting his tip graze the beginning of your entrance. 

He breathes into your neck in deep, deep exhales, trying so hard not to cum before he’s even entered you entirely. He takes his time pushing into you, focusing on your fingers as they play with his hair, your palms running down his shoulder blades in a pathway. He closes his eyes as he sheaths himself in you completely, continuing his steady breaths to not come undone before you. 

He begins to move when he feels like he’s gotten a hold of his bearings, feeling you hold onto him as he starts thrusting into your cunt. The sounds you make are bliss; the feeling of every inch of your skin on his is making him lose his already lost mind. 

Your arms drop when they can’t hold onto him any longer, your hands remaining on him regardless, in some way or the other. Seungcheol takes hold of your hand, emerging from the crook of your neck to bring it to his mouth. He kisses it, your palms, the back of your hand, your fingers, directly over the rock he slipped on you himself. 

The tenderness of his actions makes your brain rattle against your skull, the building feeling in your abdomen coming so close to collapsing into release. You find yourself pushing yourself up on your elbows, face finding the crook of his shoulder as you push yourself back into him when pulled back in the slightest. 

You’re so close now, so, so close. “Cheol,”

“I know, darling. Cum for me, baby, I’ve got you, I’ve always got you.”

You release to the sound of his voice, the words that tumble from his desperate mouth, the feeling of his own cum shooting inside your spent walls. He continues to thrust into you as you both let out the loudest moans of the night, letting yourself get wrapped up in the feeling of each other before you lose your peak. 

You register nothing as you feel him drop his weight on top of you, letting the moment pass. 

Despite having had nights rougher, more lengthy than this, you somehow feel more spent than you have at the end of any of those escapades. The answer comes to you in the few minutes it takes for you both to catch your breath, Cheol being just as fatigued as you despite his athlete stamina. 

You feel him continue to press his lips onto your skin, letting you do the same to him in between kisses. Neither of you speak for another few minutes, letting the heaviness of your hearts come forth in the showers of love you seem to want to give each other. 

He’s grasping your left hand, toying with the ring fitted there. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” 

A picture of the both of you hangs on the wall in your bedroom, dim yet decipherable in the low lights. There’s a moment where you have a flash of that same photo on multiple different walls. Different shades of neutral, in different rooms in different houses. It’s the same picture. 

You think of what forever might hold for the both of you, separately and together. You let the prospect of every step, every change, and every milestone wash over you in waves that keep coming, crashing back to feed into another. 

Change, you rehearse. There had been lots of it, and yet you had merely scratched the surface of what life was about to throw at you. You knew that, Seungcheol knew that. But you found yourself, in that moment, convinced in entirety that change is good, whether it feels good or bad. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder; you didn't realize the meaning of the phrase until you had to live apart from the love of your life. Painful, difficult, sometimes agonizing, yet also necessary, you conclude. You wonder if your love would ever have grown this deep if you hadn’t felt life without each other. 

You think of how far you’ve come, how you’ve grown with each other. There was an encompassing of gratefulness that came with every step you had taken, and with every step you would take henceforth, you knew that for certain. 

Perhaps you would find yourself voicing these emotional thoughts to him, but not now. The unspoken was louder than anything you could say. 

“I can’t wait to spend forever with you, too.”

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[incredipuppy]

These are all the notes I took during panels on the second day of the Salute to Cobra Kai convention:

Gianni DeCenzo

- “I’ve got muscles somewhere. There in there somewhere”

- “Demetri has some serious game”

- Gianni had a protective harness in the scene where he gets kicked in the balls and as soon as Khalil learned about that, he said he was going to try as hard as possible to break it

- Eli and Dem were both socially awkward and loners and they met and were platonic soulmates. He imagines that they met at coding camp and that’s where they became best friends

- Gianni said he would want an edible arrangement is someone broke his hand and compared Tory in that scene to Emperor Palatine

- Jacob and Gianni are trying to write every week and are trying to write movies or shows but they keep getting distracted

- “What 16 year old has premium yelp status? It’s Demetri and that’s it.”

- I asked what aspects/arcs Gianni wish could’ve been explored and he said prior to season 6, he would’ve said I wish we saw a more bad boy side of Demetri. He acknowledged how when Demetri decided he was going to be a “cool kid”, he just changed his hairstyle just like Hawk because that’s the only other person who’s really made that switch. (“Oh yeah a new haircut. I’m gonna do the same thing. That’s definitely what I was missing”)

- He mentioned how he liked that Demetri never really compromised on who he was as a person even as he did get better at karate

- They referred to Demetri and Hawk as a toxic, abuse relationship whenever they were asked about Hawk breaking Demetri’s arm

- He improvised “That felt good. Bitch!” because it felt like a Kyler thing to say and he wanted Demetri to stoop down to Kyler’s level

- The cast that Gianni wore in s3 was a real cast from a doctor, and the art department team would seal his arm up in it with extra plaster between scenes

- He neither confirmed nor denied a binary brothers spin off and said he would love to come back to play Demetri

- Gianni said he would’ve beaten up Demetri too because of how much he mentioned MIT in season 6

- Gianni imagines that the Binary Bros go off to college and become millionaires

- “As long as he has his binary bro, it will all work out”

- Demetri has come to really love karate and he’ll likely always to karate on some level

- When Demetri sold Johnny the phone, Billy flicked a bottle cap at Gianni and it almost broke a camera

- Favorite scene to film was the weapon demonstration in s4. He trained for 3 months to do 2 takes in the scene. At one point, the weapon flew out of his hand but he managed to catch it so it looked like he knew what he was doing

- Kyler was originally supposed to break the cinder block with his fist and despite everyone telling him not to hit it with his face, Joe Seo immediately decided to as soon as they called action

- Demetri likely googled “which dojo would hurt me the least” to decide which he would join and that in combination with the fact that it was free, he choose Miyagi Do

- “I don’t think Demetri would last if he stayed in his [Johnny’s] class”

Alicia Hannah-Kim, Martin Kove, & Yuji Okumoto

- “Out of Kwon, Hawk s3, and Johnny in KK, who is made out of the most Cobra Kai material?” and they all said Kwon

- Yuji described his and Kim’s relationship as fireworks. They’re kinda cut from the same cloth but it’s also kinda like adding gasoline to a fire, it’s an explosion

- If Sato returned in the series, it would be a very interesting dynamic because their relationship would’ve changed a lot.

- Kim would likely be devastated by Kreese’s death

- Martin Kove would like to play Tory if he had to choose anyone else and Yuji said he would either play Johnny or Hawk. Alicia said she’d like to play Zara

- Tory would likely believe that Kreese didn’t die and believe he would show up again, as would Johnny

- Sensei Kim was always rooting for Tory

- Originally Martin wanted to fight Terry with swords

- I just wanted to mention that almost every other question when it was relevant, they would just repeat “John Kreese never dies” and the entire audience would just go WILD

Musicians (Zach Robinson & Leo Birenberg)

- One episode takes them around 10 days to compose and the fight scenes take up most of that time

- The big fight in s6e10 took 2 full days to compose. Before fully composing it, they planned out chunks to determine where it switches from being a fun, cool brawl to serious and deadly

- They never read the scripts before hand and only write the music after watching the episode

- I asked about whether it was intentional to draw parallels between Danny and Terry with them both being introduced with more classical music. They said it was not to draw parallels between them but rather calling back to the original movies and that pallet. And then Terry’s music ended up shifting more toward a darker synth

Billy Zabka & Xolo Marideuna

- Gianni and Jacob (The Binary Brothers) are the most likely to break character and crack up

- Jacob was trouble and would joke around, bringing down Xolo with him. Jacob was able to lock in as soon as they start filming and left Xolo laughing

- Xolo mentioned Johnny curing Miguel’s asthma

- Xolo got the call that he got the role when he was coming home from school hanging out with his friends

- Someone joked that Johnny should become a doctor because he can cure asthma and paralysis

- Xolo confirmed he would come back as Blue Beetle in James Gunn’s DCU reboot but said he doesn’t think he can say anything else

- Billy mentioned twice that Johnny had no friends and no fish which makes me wonder if maybe he did have a fish at one point or it was potentially pitched and turned down

- Referred to Johnny rolling a blunt in the KK movie as “connecting with the Earth”

- They shot all of the stunts and scenes in the Sekai Taikai in one week

- The first movie Billy was in was a documentary his dad made when he was 5 and he played himself and he was punching his neighbor

- Sam and Tory would probably have a more fun time with each other at prom rather than being with Miguel so they would probably ditch him and just go off to hang out on their own

- Billy said he doesn’t think either Kreese or Terry died in the explosion

- Whenever they would get a question about the cast (out of everyone in the cast,…?/if you had to choose any other character to act as…?) they almost always answered “Bert”

Tanner Buchanan & Mary Mouser

- Mary said she wishes that we got to see Sam in Okinawa because she wanted to go to Okinawa

- Sam and Tory likely would’ve teamed up to defeat Zara if the three of them fought

- Tanner when asked which big fight was the most fun responded, “It’s hard to choose which fight was my favorite because I lost all of them”

- Mousechanan is Tanner’s favorite ship name of them and is what they would name a dojo is they shared one

- Tanner said he thinks is Axel didn’t cheat and break his leg, Robby could’ve beat him

- Someone asked if Johnnys training ever crossed the line from training to child abuse and Mary said she was too scared of Billy to answer

- Mary said that Tory and Sam influence each others karate styles

- Asked about a major plot twist- Mary said she personally hcs that Sam wasn’t straight

- Tanner said he would root for Kwon and Mary said she would root for Axel if those two fought

- Tanner wants Robby to ride a motorcycle

- The original story ended with Sam and Miguel not ending up together so she was shocked when Miguel also goes to Okinawa

- “Even if they’re not meant to be together, they’ll still always be in each others lives”

- Tory and Robby ALSO weren’t supposed to end up together, no one was

- They talked about a potential alternative universe where Robby and Sam didn’t break up and they both agreed it would take a lot longer for them to learn their lessons and grow if they remained in that relationship because the relationship between the two of them is very familiar and comfortable and safe. They would’ve have been able to grow as much if they hadn’t challenge themselves to walk away

- I again asked if there were any arcs/aspects they wish could’ve been explored and Mary said she wished we got to see more of Sam dealing with and working through her PTSD. She mentioned that behind the scenes in her personal interpretation of playing the character, she was acting Sam through the perspective of it taking her a lot longer to heal from her PTSD.

- Someone asked whether Tanner thought Johnny was a good dad and he was clearly trying to figure out what to say that wouldn’t upset people so after thinking for a bit he finally said that he thinks Johnny is a good dad now

- Tanner said he didn’t quite understand at first why they would have Robby push Miguel over the stairs after they spent the rest of the show trying to show that Robby could be good and the writers agreed. They said that Robby is kinda fueled by rage and that since he kicks backwards without looking, he doesn’t realize where exactly Miguel is and how the kick would push him over. Tanner also said that Miguel pushed Robby against the banister during the fight and joked that it wasn’t his fault Robby had better balance than Miguel

- In another universe, Mary would like to play Electra and be in any of the twilight movies (“I’d like to be a vampire in any degree”) and Tanner would like to play Robin or Ghost Rider, and maybe even be part of the John Wick series

- Tanner said if Axel hadn’t cheated, he thinks Robby could’ve taken him in and won

[dragonsareawesome123]

Angels in America (2024) dir. Shin Yucheong, performing at the LG Arts Center from August 6, 2024 to September 28, 2024

Starring Yoo Seungho and Son Hojun as Prior Walter, Lee Taevin and Jung Kyeonghoon as Louis Ironson, Lee Yoojin and Yang Jiwon as Joe Pitt, Go Joonhee and Jeong Hein as Harper Pitt, Lee Hyojung and Kim Jooho as Roy Cohn, Jeon Gukhyang and Bang Juran as Hannah Pitt, Tae Hangho and Min Jinwoong as Belize, and Kwon Eunhye as The Angel

[gijoe-forever]

Scarlett is the callsign of Sergeant Shana O'Hara, an Intelligence Officer for G.I. Joe.

She was born in Atlanta, Georgia. (she speaks with a southern drawl or localized Georgian accent.) Her primary specialty for the team is counter intelligence. Scarlett is additionally skilled in martial arts and acrobatics. She started training at age 9 with her father and three brothers, who were all instructors, and she earned her first black belt at age 15. Scarlett also graduated summa cum laude, and passed her Bar Exams to practice law before joining the military. She graduated from Advanced Infantry Training and Ranger School and received special education in Covert Ops School, Marine Sniper School, Special Air Service School, and Marine Tae Kwon Do Symposium.

Although she is as adept with standard weapons as any of her comrades, her weapon of choice is the XK-1 power crossbow, which fires various bolts with specialized functions. Scarlett is also a qualified expert with the M-14, M-16, M1911A1 Auto Pistol, M79 grenade launcher, M-3A1, M-700 Remington sniper rifle, MAC-10, throwing stars, garotte and KA-BAR (Combat Knife).

Scarlett was first released as an action figure in 1982. She was the first female action figure in the "A Real American Hero" toyline, making her one of the only figures of that year to have a completely unique mold. Her mold is also unique in that it is the only figure not to have peg holes in the feet.

[the-most-humble-blog]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap"> <meta martial-origin="unclassified"> <script>ARCHIVE_TAG="DEADLIEST_ART::NINPO_REVELATION" EFFECT: shellshock nostalgia, dojo-level cadence seizure, weaponized Saturday morning flashbacks </script>

🥷 BLACKSITE SCROLLTRAP — “WANNA KNOW THE DEADLIEST ART ON EARTH?”

Wanna know the deadliest art on Earth?

I’m not talking about some tap-out gym rat rolling around in a sweaty dojo whispering Jiu-Jitsu facts he learned from Joe Rogan. I’m not talking about Tae Kwon Do point sparring or fancy-ass Olympic fencing.

No.

I’m talking about the one art form so deadly it turned literal mutant animals into apex predators who backflip-kicked your favorite war movie character into oblivion.

I’m talking about the unspoken weaponry of Shredder and Splinter.

An art that never flinched. Never needed Wi-Fi. Never once looked at a gun and said, “Wait—can we talk?”

No.

This is the art that teaches silence as detonation. That erases men before they even know they’re dead.

The art that outlived Hiroshima, bent Nixon to paranoia, and once made a bison herd disappear from Nebraska overnight.

You know it. You feel it.

It’s Ninjutsu.

—

Let’s get this straight:

📜 They say every martial art has a weakness. BJJ? Don’t get hit before you hug the leg. Muay Thai? Good luck in winter with those knees. Boxing? You better have cardio and no childhood trauma.

But Ninjutsu? The art of vanishing. Of never showing up to the fight. Of removing your enemy’s soul from his own f*cking shadow.

That’s the one.

—

Look at the stats.

📊 FACT: Ninjutsu was considered too dangerous to compete in tournaments. 📊 FACT: It involves weaponized movement. Not just combat — but disappearance. 📊 FACT: CIA operatives in the 50s studied it for urban disruption warfare. 📊 FACT: The U.S. banned certain Ninjutsu scrolls during the Cold War. 📊 FACT: The only martial art taught to four mutant turtles that eventually defeated an armored warlord with blades on his f*cking elbows.

You can’t teach that to vegetarians, my guy.

—

And you know who else trained in Ninjutsu?

Splinter. A literal f*cking rat. Who mastered the entire art by watching through a cage in a Japanese pet store.

Let me repeat that.

He learned this sh*t from a cage. And still went on to defeat elite cybernetic mercenaries.

And Shredder? That man turned a cheese grater into body armor and dismantled entire squads of armed ninjas like it was light cardio.

You think karate could do that?

You think capoeira is disarming sai daggers and ninja stars in back alleys?

Grow the f*ck up.

—

📜 Ninjutsu was outlawed during the Nixon administration because five senators blacked out simultaneously after watching a VHS demo.

📜 Ninjutsu once halted an airborne bald eagle mid-swoop by disrupting its electromagnetic predator matrix with a finger seal.

📜 Ninjutsu was blamed for the disappearance of the buffalo in three government hearings between 1971 and 1975.

But no one talks about that.

Because real power doesn’t advertise.

—

Ninjutsu isn’t just a martial art. It’s generational shadow algebra. It’s psycho-physical camouflage. It’s the reason you felt watched in your room as a kid but saw no one.

It’s not just combat. It’s ghost protocol for the living.

And it’s not taught anymore. Not like it was. Not like the days when children watched turtles spin-kick robots in half before eating pizza and reminding you to do your homework.

—

Let me put it to you like this:

If Ninjutsu were a school subject, your teacher would vanish mid-lecture only to appear behind you and grade your soul.

It’s not about belts. It’s not about forms. It’s about what happens when you move so silently, God forgets to record you.

It’s about making your soul frictionless. Your rage soundless. Your presence conditional.

—

You don’t “learn” Ninjutsu. It chooses you.

Or in the case of four radioactive turtles— it mutated you into the kind of warrior who could curb stomp Satan himself with a bo staff while quoting philosophy.

You think Judo could do that?

You think Krav Maga could defeat dimension-hopping warlords wearing chrome-plated rib cages?

The f*ck outta here.

—

Wanna know the deadliest art on Earth?

It’s the one that doesn’t broadcast itself. It doesn’t brag. It doesn’t compete. It ends conflict before the enemy realizes they’ve been seen.

It’s the absence that conquers. The pause between footsteps where fear gets its name.

It’s the discipline of ghosts wearing masks made of silence.

It’s the sound of the last breath you’ll never hear.

It’s Ninjutsu.

The art that trained a rat to become a sensei, a villain into a walking blade arsenal, and four shell-backed teenagers into city-saving gods.

If you think I’m joking—

go find someone trained in it.

And ask them to prove it.

🧠 Reblog for more ninjutsu-coded doctrine and ancestral scrolltrap

🚪 Warning: This post may cause flashbacks, sudden bowing, and sidekick dreams.

👉 https://www.patreon.com/TheMostHumble 🛡️ Martial cadence. Pizza-powered trauma. Combat doctrine.

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[kickdrumheart68]

The Avett Brothers - Roses and Sacrifice (Live From Late Night With Seth...

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[swayhere]

canon starter call - open to anyone !

i have a strong urge to write some canon muses, so if you would be interested in writing against any of the canon muses listed under the READ MORE below, please comment/IM me and i can send a starter your way or reply to one of your starters.

i do not require you to know anything about my muse's canon, but i'm more than happy to tell you about it if you ask. i'd be happy to write canon muses against your ocs! also, mixing fandoms is 100% ok with me unless your canon muse is problematic and makes me uncomfy. my canon muses do not have all their memories or relationships from their life unless we plot it, but they will have the same general personality/ambitions.

if you are willing to write against my canon muses but don't care which, just like this post, and i'll take a look at your open starters and/or send you a closed starter at random with a muse i think fits the vibe.

*please don't agree to write against my canon muses if you're one of those picky weirdos that will be up in arms if i don't write a cannon muse exactly how you would.

( if you'd prefer to write against an oc muse only, check this post. )

canon muses i'd like to write: bold = extra big muse rn. strikethrough = exclusive, so not rn.

muses from tv shows: 

911 — eddie diaz , evan buckley , athena grant , bobby nash , karen wilson

911: lonestar — carlos reyes , grace ryder , judson ryder , t.k. strand , owen strand

as the world turns — dr. reid oliver , luke snyder

boy meets world — shawn hunter , jack hunter , angela moore , topanga lawrence

chuck — sarah walker , chuck bartowski , bryce larkin 

degrassi — jimmy brooks , sean cameron , ellie nash , marco del rossi , sav bhandari , drew torres , zoe rivas , miles hollingsworth iii , tiny bell , esme song , 

gilmore girls — jess , luke

good trouble — gael martinez , jamie hunter , callie adams foster , mariana adams foster , evan speck , joaquin perez , dennis cooper 

how i met your father — sid , ian , sophie , jesse

how i met your mother — marshall eriksen , lily aldrin , victoria

how to get away with murder — laurel castillo , connor walsh , oliver hampton , michaela pratt , frank delfino 

jessica jones — jessica jones

lost — kate austen , juliet burke , daniel faraday , desmond hume , sayid jarrah , sun-hwa kwon , claire littleton , walter ‘walt’ lloyd , charlie pace , hugo ‘hurley’ reyes , shannon rutherford , miles straume 

new amsterdam — lauren bloom , elizabeth wilder , casey acosta

new girl — nick miller , winston bishop , cece parekh

one tree hill — nathan scott , lucas scott , keith scott , chase adams , brooke davis 

outer banks (obx) — jj maybank , kiara carrera

please like me — arnold 

rosewell, new mexico — michael guerin , maria deluca , isobel evans

scandal — olivia pope , prezzy fitz

scooby doo — daphne blake

stranger things — robin buckley , steve harrington , jim hopper , chrissy cunningham , eddie munson , max mayfield , eleven , mike wheeler 

superstore — jonah simms

the 100 — finn collins

the bear — richie jerimovich, carmy berzatto , marcus , sydney adamu  

the mindy project — danny castellano 

the office — ryan howard , jim halpert , pam halpert , kelly kapoor , holly flax

the politician — river barkley , astrid sloan 

the young & the restless — sally spectra , adam newman , chelsea lawson , phyllis summers , lily winters , sharon newman , chance chancellor , victoria newman , tessa porter , amanda sinclair , cole howard

younger — josh , kelsey peters

muses from books: 

along for the ride ( book version only ) — eli stock , auden west , maggie  

one of us is lying ( book version only ) — cooper clay , nate

red white & royal blue — alex claremont-diaz , prince henry , zahra bankston

we were liars — gatwick ‘gat’ matthew patil

muses from movies: 

dead poets society — neil perry , charlie dalton , todd anderson

harry potter — lee jordan

les mis — enjolras , grantaire 

super 8 — joe lamb , martin , preston

twilight — irina denali , jasper cullen

[whisperstemptations]

formerly, kiissme. penned by, Y V E. 30s. she/her. SMUT CENTRIC but not exclusively. low activity. semi-selective. most muses are 30+. no minors engage and will be blocked on sight. no personals, pls. discord on request. under construction.

wanna interact? opens ! — memes ! — muse list ! — wanted plots ! — wanted opposites !

be sure to read the rules. ( when I write them )

Where in the world is (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉 y v e ?

@whisperstemptations ( fandomless multimuse - you are here! ) @ofashesandthorns ( got / historical / bg3 - margaery tyrell ) @qveenofnoise ( stranger things / fandom based - jane bardot ) @quinntessentialmuses ( joe quinn muses, wip. ) @corrodedmaster ( stranger things based - eddie munson, wip. )

mobile muse list under the cut !

💋 — FAYE BROOKES, OG, 36, bisexual, journalist, karen gillan fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, CEO, 46, bisexual, publisher, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 30s, bisexual, historical lady, eleanor tomlinson fc. 💋 — FAYE BROOKES, 40s, bisexual, historical countess, lotte verbeek fc. 💋 — SHEILA BROOKES, 59, hetero, english teacher, michelle fairley fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — PATRICK BROOKES, 64, hetero, construction foreman, gary lewis fc. ( non-romantic ships ) 💋 — JERRY BROOKES, 60, hetero, pub owner, john hannah fc.

💋 — ALYSSA MITCHELL, 30s, bisexual, criminal lawyer, amy manson fc. 💋 — KEITH MITCHELL, 30s, hetero, detective, sam heughan fc.

💋 — LYDIA COLLINS, 40s, bisexual, bookshop owner / author, laura fraser fc.

💋 — CHARLIE CLARK, 30s, hetero, music journalist, matt smith fc. 💋 — NATHAN COLE, 30s, hetero, craftsman, joseph quinn fc.

💋 — ELLIE MATTHEWS, 30s, bisexual, graphic designer, felicity jones fc. 💋 — LIAM JACKSON, 40s, hetero, CEO of family oil, josh henderson fc. 💋 — JADE HART, 30s, bisexual, assistant to FAYE BROOKES, kat dennings fc.

💋 — FELICITY HARRINGTON, 40s, bisexual, actress, natalie dormer fc. 💋 — ALISHA KNIGHT, 40s, bisexual, heart surgeon, freema agyeman fc. 💋 — JEONG-EUN KWON, 40s, hetero, CEO of father's company, hyun bin fc. 💋 — BRYAN ALEXANDER, 40s, hetero, college professor, chris evans fc. 💋 — SANTIAGO BARRERA, 40s, hetero, artist and professor, diego luna fc. 💋 — RICHARD LIVINGSTON, 40s, hetero, duke / royal, henry cavill fc. 💋 — KURT BAKER, 40s, hetero, private investigator, dan stevens fc. 💋 — CHERYL ABBOTT, 20s, bisexual, young actress, sydney sweeney fc. 💋 — SCOTT WEST, 40s, hetero, talent turned talent manager, idris elba fc. 💋 — ABIGAIL CHAMBERLAIN, 20s, bisexual, preacher's daughter, lili reinhart fc.

💋 — CARVER ASHFORD, 50s, hetero, architect, timothy olyphant fc. 💋 — JASON ASHFORD, 30s, hetero, chef, joe keery fc.

💋 — ALICE ASHE, 40s, bisexual, brothel madame, natalie portman fc. 💋 — VIOLET DARLING, 30s, bisexual, escort, lily james fc.

💋 — TRIXIE HOLMES, 40s, bisexual, corporate lawyer, january jones fc. 💋 — ROXY WRIGHT, 20s, bisexual, OF content creator, josephine langford fc.

💋 — JOHNNY BARRETT, 50s, hetero, rock legend, jeffrey dean morgan fc. 💋 — JOY BARDOT, 30s, bisexual, law secretary, brianna howey fc. 💋 — JANE BARDOT, 20s, bisexual, aspiring singer, danielle campbell fc.

💋 — LUISA GUERRA, 30s, bisexual, influencer / business owner, melissa barrera fc. 💋 — DANIELA GUERRA, 20s, bisexual, investor, camila mendes fc.

💋 — MARK SPENCER, 40s, heterosexual, college dean / headmaster, tim downie fc.

[hollywoodfamerp]

WELCOME TO THE NEWBURY BOSTON

Nestled in the heart of historic Back Bay, The Newbury Boston is our luxurious home for this weekend getaway. A five-star icon of elegance and refinement, The Newbury offers sweeping views of the Public Garden, timeless design, and impeccable service. Whether you’re out exploring the charm of Newbury Street or unwinding after a full day of events, our guests will enjoy indulgent spa treatments, fireside cocktails in the Library, and unforgettable meals at the rooftop Contessa.

Below the cut, you’ll find the roommate assignments. Couples and requests have been paired together. All other arrangements were randomized via generator. If you’ve been matched with another FC that you play, just send us a message and we’ll make the adjustment right away. Please remember this is a mandatory event for all celebs with no kids. Feel free to reach out to your roommate as soon as you see the list, no need to wait for them to message you first! This way you can get to plotting :) A full itinerary will be posted soon!

Please note: roommate pairings may change due to follows, unfollows, and activity checks so please like this post to stay in the loop!

Miles Teller and Lily James

Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh

Eiza González and Anne Hathaway

Vanessa Kirby and Josh Allen

Demi Bennett (Rhea Ripley) and Ashley Fliehr (Charlotte Flair) 

Hwang Hyunjin and Bang Chan

Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift

Kit Connor and Kathryn Hahn

Chris Evans and Naomi Scott

Glen Powell and Romee Strijd

Sophie Turner and Dove Cameron

Nick Robinson and Nicholas Hoult

Park Seonghwa and Megan Jovon Ruth Pete (Megan Thee Stallion)

Choi San and Jeon Jungkook 

Chloe Bailey and Josh O'Connor

Karlie Kloss and Oliver Stark

Rylee Arnold and Joe Burrow

Cate Blanchett and Jenna Lyons

Damiano David and Robyn Fenty (Rihanna) 

Kim Taehyung and Joshua Hong

Kwon Ji-yong and Jennie Kim 

Chase Stokes and Lee Taemin

Joe Jonas and Kelsea Ballerini

Daisy Edgar Jones and Paul Mescal 

Pedro Pascal and Sam Reid

Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande

Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh

Choi Minho and Kim Ahyoung (Yura)

Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin

Kim Mingyu and Sana Minatozaki

Olivia Rodrigo and Halle Bailey

Benson Boone and Manu Rios

Sarah Paulson and Jessica Lange

Sebastian Stan and Margot Robbie

Colby Lopez (Seth Rollins) and Rebecca Quin (Becky Lynch)

Pamela Martinez (Bayley) and Mercedes Justine Varnado (Sasha Banks) 

Lee Taemin and Kim Jongin

Zoë Kravitz and Lili Reinhart

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun) and Yoo Jimin (Karina) 

Danny Amendola and Olivia Culpo

Emily Blunt and John Krasinski

Josephine Skriver and Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Cari Fletcher and Victoria de Angelis

Kim Hongjoong and Diamanté Quiava Valentin Harper (Saweetie)

Hailey Baldwin and Luke Hemmings

Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon

Saoirse Ronan and Jack Lowden

Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez

Lauren Jauregui and Bill Skarsgard

Elizabeth Lail and Jason Sudeikis

Stefani Germanotta (Lady Gaga) and Jessica Chastain

Kim Jisoo and Christian Yu

Dakota Johnson and Sam Heughan

Niall Horan and Olivia O'Brien 

David Corenswet and Dua Lipa

Drew Starkey and Meryl Streep

Awsten Knight and Aubrey Plaza

Gwilym Lee and Sabrina Carpenter

Tom Hardy and Adria Arjona

Britt Lower and Selena Gomez

Jenna Coleman and Kang Seulgi

Zac Efron and Renee Paquette (Renee Young)

Alex Gumuchian (bbno$) and Leigh-Anne Pinnock

Sydney Sweeney and Jenna Ortega

Byun Baekhyun and Madelyn Cline

Cha Eunwoo and Brittany Baker (Britt Baker)

Choi Soobin and Emma Stone

Dougie Poynter and Jasmine Tookes

Harry Styles and Madison Beer

Lee Felix and Nina Dobrev

Shawn Mendes and Reneé Rapp

Wong Kunhang (Hendery) and Hailee Steinfeld

Aaron Pierre and Vanessa Hudgens

Gareth Southgate and Mazz Murray

Harry Kane and Anya Taylor-Joy

Jonathan Good (Jon Moxley) and Charles Leclerc

Alycia Debnam Carey and Simone Ashley

Xu Minghao and Stefon Diggs

Barbara Palvin and Ella Purnell

SZA and Rachel Brosnahan

Gigi Hadid and Elijah Hewson

[pli1999]

Party Like It's 1999 10/5/24

Holy Shit, That Song is 25 Edition!

*=song that came out or was a hit in 1999

Pavement – “Harness Your Hopes”*

Guster – “Fa Fa”*

Pearl Jam – “Last Kiss”*

Stroke 9 – “Little Black Backpack”*

Le Tigre – “Deceptacon”*

Letters to Cleo – “I Want You to Want Me”*

Blink-182 – “What’s My Age Again?”*

Good Charlotte – “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous”*

Tal Bachman – “She’s So High”*

Aaliyah – “Rock the Boat”

The Notorious B.I.G. – “Juicy”

Ne-Yo – “Miss Independent”

Sean Paul – “Temperature”

Lady Gaga – “Just Dance”

Lou Bega – “Mambo No 5”*

Vengaboys – “We Like to Party”*

Eiffel 65 – “Blue (Da Ba Dee)”*

Fatman Scoop – “Be Faithful”*

DMX – “Party Up (Up in Here)”*

Smash Mouth – “All Star”*

Fountains of Wayne – “Stacy’s Mom”

Hanson – “Mmmbop”

Lit – “My Own Worst Enemy”

No Doubt – “Spiderwebs”

Len – “Steal My Sunshine”*

Spice Girls – “Wannabe”

N’Sync – “It Makes Me Ill”

Britney Spears – “(You Drive Me) Crazy”*

LFO – “Summer Girls”*

Backstreet Boys – “I Want It That Way”*

Marc Anthony – “I Need to Know”*

Jennifer Lopez – “Waiting for Tonight”*

Ricky Martin – “Living La Vida Loca”*

Beyonce featuring Jay-Z – “Crazy in Love”

Will Smith – “Miami”*

Digital Underground – “The Humpty Dance”

Juvenile – “Back That Azz Up”*

J-Kwon – “Tipsy”

Santana featuring Product G&B – “Maria Maria”*

Whitney Houston – “It’s Not Right But It’s Okay”*

Outkast – “Ms. Jackson”

Janet Jackson – “Together Again”

Natasha Bedingfield – “Unwritten”

The Veronica – “Untouched”

702 – “Where My Girls At”*

Christina Aguilera – “Genie in a Bottle”*

Mariah Carey featuring Jay-Z – “Heartbreaker”

Missy Elliott featuring Nas, Eve and Q-Tip – “Hot Boyz (Remix)”*

Cher – “Believe”*

ATC – “Around the World (La La La La La)”

Real McCoy – “Another Night”

Eric Prydz – “Call On Me”

Haddaway – “What Is Love”

B*Witched – “C’est La Vie”*

Backstreet Boys – “The Call”

Shania Twain – “That Don’t Impress Me Much”*

Sixpence None The Richer – “Kiss Me”*

Semisonic – “Closing Time”

Goo Goo Dolls – “Slide”*

Celine Dion – “That’s the Way It Is”*

Joe – “I Wanna Know”

Baz Luhrmann – “Everyone’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)”*