#pure comedy of... idk if there are errors here

[chronologically-challenged]

One of the funniest interactions on replay is Isabeau Friendship Quest pre doing it the first time and you ask Loop about it.

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Isabeau: I need time to figure out what we can do!

Siffrin: Oh! It must be super serious and complicated.

(Later if you ask Loop)

Loop: I wonder what he wants to do. It must be difficult and complicated.

Siffrin: (That's what I was thinking!!!)

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And you know, for the most part, Loop is actually really good at breaking down Siffrin's thought process so he can't hide from their own brain, and when you play the first time, this interaction is just "haha they both thought the same thing" but NO!!! They were BOTH being obliviously Siffrin about it and rotating the same braincell!!!

[soleilnomoon]

My friend, I heard it's the cool thing to leave things in your inbox and I want to be like the cool kids so here I am. How about a scenario with Kurosaki Ichigo trying to convince S/O to ask HIM out instead of him just doing the asking out himself? It can be whatever you want it to be: comedy, romance, fluff, smut. The choice is yours *finger guns*

sora... love of my life, light in my eyes, wind beneath my wings, etc. etc. etc. u have been so patient, and i'd apologize but u already know what kind of drama this fic put me thru!!! anyway!!! this was a labor of love (as always) yk i only ever want the best for u bbgorl 🥰️🥰️🥰️

5.9k words (DONT LOOK AT ME OMG), fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff i promise (who am i), angst bc why not, mutual pining, and smut; ichigo... is a dumbass, and i like seeing him suffer; i also like seeing reader suffer; a wild orihime appears! and some other miscreants. feat. cute things like: hair pulling, slight exhibitionism (shhh), oral (m receiving), dry humping, kIsSiNg, idk alcohol but a tiny bit; ichigo is down bad ok, idk what to tell u; reader is also down bad but she thinks she's being stealthy abt it. (if u see any typos/grammatical errors shhh no u didn't)

“imprison me in your name, let love kill me.” — mahmoud darwish

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i love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.” — simone de beauvoir

SUNDAY — 12:01 a.m.

in such a vast, mostly unexplored universe — where curses and wishes exist ubiquitously, teetering on opposite ends of a complicated spectrum of morality — there is one universal truth: love is a fucking battlefield. such is the woe of one kurosaki ichigo as he navigates through the various intricacies involved with such a strong emotion. if it was up to him, he wouldn’t suffer through it — but it’s not. his heart is incredibly foolish, his mind even more so; and despite what others might think, he’s not exactly as confident in his capabilities in romance. which is why he’s resorted to mapping out different ways to get you to do the work for him.

mostly because he can’t bear the agonizing feelings that come with vulnerability. so, rather than him ask you out, he’s attempting to get you to do it instead. inspiration strikes when he’s sitting at his desk after midnight, textbooks and notebooks strewn about, his studying long forgotten. ichigo spends an hour or so mulling over the hows and whys of everything, when a brilliant idea — or, series of brilliant ideas, rather — suddenly pops into his head. tearing out a piece of paper from his notebook, he scribbles down his thoughts, as if he’s afraid they’ll leave him forever if he doesn’t find a way to hold onto them. by the time he finishes, his hand is covered in splotches of ink, but he’s satisfied with his work.

he’s not completely sure if it’ll all pan out the way he wants, but he’s willing to give it a shot.

MONDAY — 10:56 a.m

it’s out of pure coincidence that he runs into you at the convenience store. you’re in an aisle with items that are on sale — a mega sale, at that — perusing through the little tubes of lotion and hand sanitizer, admiring the cute designs on each bottle, contemplating how many to buy. he’s tall enough that he spots you before you see him — which takes a long damn time, if he’s honest — but as you busy yourself looking at different items on the shelves, he takes to watching you from afar.

there’s something frighteningly beautiful about the way you make simple things look graceful and magical. from the way you carefully drag your fingertip along the labels, admiring the designs, giggling at some cute artwork; to the way you tilt your head, confusion clouding your vision as you debate internally over which product to buy; to the way you decide to shove as many items into your basket as possible, face flushed at the impropriety of purchasing so many — but they’re on sale, so you justify your shopping before you head to the cashier.

the entire time you move around, you feel his eyes on you; while he might think he’s being stealthy, you’re very aware of his presence. and how could you not be? ichigo isn’t someone you can ignore — nor would you ever try to, he’s such a dynamic person, kind without realizing, stubborn and silly, and, more importantly, incredibly handsome. you think it’s cute how he slinks through each aisle to follow you carefully — dressed as inconspicuously as possible — ducking whenever you turn your face to try and catch him, except he’s so damn tall that he can’t really hide too well.

still, you let him continue playing his little game, and head to the register to check out. maybe he’ll eventually let you in on whatever it is he’s planning if you play along. but he never approaches you, doesn’t call after you when you leave the store, which only leaves disappointment and confusion to fester around your stomach. he curses under his breath as he watches you walk further and further away from him; he’d meant to say something, to call out to you earlier, but nerves got the best of him, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.                                                                                             

TUESDAY — 3:39 p.m.

the library is packed, students crammed into each seat and table along the first few floors. after the fiasco from yesterday, ichigo is that much more determined to make sure that things go according to plan today. again, it’s out of pure coincidence, that he’s also at the library around the same time you are. it’s almost instinctual, the way he spots you right away; he admires the shape of your calves, the way your skirt sits snugly around your wide hips, barely reaching the middle of your thick thighs.

it’s impossible for him not to watch you, not when you pause to look around the floor for an empty seat — teeth sinking into your bottom lip, lashes fluttering every time you blink. he knows how much you hate being in crowds of people, how your focus wanes if there’s too much noise around, and how you like to be away from any sort of distraction — you’re quite the dedicated student, he supposes.

so, it’s no surprise that you bypass the floor he’s on and scurry up the stairs, hand gliding up the wooden railing; an innocuous move that has him clench the pencil in his hand tight enough to crack it. he’s suddenly hit with the desire to be a damn railing — an odd, maddening feeling as absurd as it is debilitating. he almost doesn’t hear his name being called, but he does eventually look away and he’s intercepted by orihime and tatsuki. they implore him to sit with their group to study, much to his annoyance because you’ve left his sight and now he wants to go find you.

but he’ll deal need to deal with them, first.

ichigo reluctantly agrees — only after orihime gives him a sweet, yet pleading look, and tatsuki smirks and mouthing what now, almost as if she’s challenging him to defy their request — and plops down on an empty chair. his long legs knock into the neighboring chair and his complaints are ignored by his friends.

you struggle as you lug your heavy bag upstairs to the fourth floor; it’s eerie there, much too quiet, and for some reason people stay away from it. superstitions run rampant around campus about how everyone who studies on the fourth floor happens to fail every exam and assignment. you’re not one to believe in stupid shit like that, but you do say a quick prayer before settling down on one of the lone tables in the middle of the floor. despite being relatively empty, it’s well-kept and very tidy.

sunlight filters through the thick glass of the windows, illuminating the dated furniture and archaic books that litter the bookshelves nearby. it takes a few minutes, but you set up your textbooks and notes so you can review for your upcoming exam. ten minutes pass before you groan for the fifth time and place your face in your hands. you thought that studying by yourself would give you some distance from ichigo, but unfortunately, he’s been on your mind since yesterday. you chew on your thumbnail and consider your options; for whatever reason, he’s too dense to realize that you like him, but maybe you’ll need to be more forthcoming and upfront — maybe even dangle some bait to encourage him.

WEDNESDAY — 8:12 p.m.

after your first round of exams, you invite ichigo over to your apartment for a movie — a small, celebratory break in between midterms. your argument is sound — although, he would’ve agreed regardless — and he volunteers to come with plenty of snacks. all you can do is nod, you’re much too captivated by the shape of his jaw and with how his lips stretch into a smile. absolutely infuriating. all it does is make him radiate like some damn sun god, and you’re offended by it.

and for some reason, a small flutter in your chest causes you to inhale a sharply — thankfully you’re already on your way out of the lecture hall, walking swiftly in the hopes of permanently ridding yourself of whatever this is. you spend the next few hours obsessively scrubbing and organizing your apartment; by the time ichigo arrives, you’re physically exhausted. you miscalculated quite a bit, naively thinking that a bit of manual labor would cure you of your burdensome desire. but it doesn’t. if anything, you think about him even more. how will you survive with him alone with you during the night?

he's in a similar predicament, having spent the duration of his afternoon obsessively thinking about how best to deal with you — the situation was rather stressful, and while he could just sit down and talk with you honestly, it seemed more appropriate to approach things this way instead. he’s been to your place a handful of times, and he commits just a bit more to memory whenever he can. you’re a colorful person with plants hanging and stacked around cutely; you have an affinity for cooking and have artsy pieces scattered throughout your apartment. it fits you perfectly, and he likes how much more relaxed you are whenever you’re away from campus.

“you weren’t kidding when you said bring a lot of snacks,” you say, disrupting his thoughts, voice light and melodic. you eye the bags in his hands and offer to grab a few; ichigo frowns and lifts the bags away and over your head.

“they’re not heavy,” he says gruffly. he rolls his eyes while walking around you, legs carrying him quickly to the living room. if he didn’t give himself some space, your perfume would hold him hostage again; the last time he was this close, the scent of warm apples and sweet strawberries clung to his lungs with every inhale for at least a week. if he’s not careful, he’ll willingly fall into your trap all over again.

he places the bags on the coffee table before sitting on the couch, legs spread wide as he leans back. he appreciates how comfortable it is — with cushions soft enough to easily lull him to sleep. he fights it, of course, especially when you sit down next to him, thigh casually pressed against his. you don’t seem as bothered about this as he is, and when you cross one shapely leg over the other, he covertly adjusts himself while you’re preoccupied with the tv, leisurely scrolling through the options with the remote.

if he has to pinpoint what to blame, specifically, he’ll say it’s your exposed shoulders and flimsy shorts, your round breasts that stretch out your shirt, and your continued insistence on not wearing a bra whenever you’re alone with him.

he swallows hard and reaches down for one of the water bottles he brought along with the snacks; in the middle of him chugging half of the bottle, you place a hand on his thigh and give it a squeeze. he chokes and coughs a bit, hand clutching the bottle harder than he means to, making the remaining liquid shoot out and splash onto your arm and shirt. a deep flush crawls onto his face and ears as he mumbles an apology; you press your lips together, but barely contain your laughter.

“ichigo, what the hell was that?” you’re grinning so hard that your cheeks hurt. he turns his face and wipes some water from his chin with the back of his hand. “it’s not a big deal, really.” and it isn’t. honestly. you finally pick a movie — something gory and full of suspense — and settle back next to him, body pressed closely to his. the water didn’t help, and your hand is back on his thigh, stroking up and down. you’re not sure what possesses you to do it, but the compulsion hit you hard the moment you saw him sitting on your couch. it’s a pet peeve of yours whenever people take up that much space — the habit is obnoxious and selfish — but since he looks so damn good doing it, you give him an eternal pass.

even through the denim of his jeans, he can feel the heat radiating off of your hand, especially when you brush against his bulge, making his erection that much more painful. his cock is thick and heavy, precum drips through his underwear as he clenches his jaw and inhales through his nostrils. you watch him through your lashes and rub your hand up and down his stiff length. his eyes track your movements, the way your tongue darts out and briefly runs along your lips; he’s sure he could cum just by watching you do that over and over again.

maybe he needs help, or maybe he needs to investigate your lips and tongue properly.

as if commanded by an invisible puppeteer, you lean closer and place a hand on his chest; if there was ever a moment for ichigo to act impulsively, it’s now. he tangles his fingers in your dark curls, firmly gripping, tugging you towards him. he slants his lips against yours, tongue licking inside your mouth, caressing your tongue, bringing a heat through your body, an inferno that won’t ever be satisfied. you climb onto his lap, chest heaving, mumbling nonsense like “what took you so long,” and “stop teasing me, please”, kisses growing sloppy and urgent.

whatever sliver of restraint he has vanishes completely once you grind your hips against his, that familiar ache swirling around your abdomen casts a haze over your mind, making your logic nonexistent. his hands settle on your hips, gripping them hard enough to make you gasp and whine, arousal slipping between your folds and dampening your panties. you roll your hips, slowly at first but picking up the pace when ichigo brings a hand to your ass and slaps it. the sting has you jutting your hips forward, pussy bucking against his clothed cock, moaning pathetically against his lips.

if this is a dream, please don’t wake him; there’s a low pounding in his ears, and he takes a moment to admire the curve of your round ass, cupping it playfully. your nails sink into his shoulders, and he hisses while littering kisses along your jaw and down your throat. you bite down on your lip, stifling another moan. the movie long forgotten, you let out a small squeal when he sucks on your skin — teeth and tongue marking you, goosebumps pricking your arms and legs. you know there’ll be a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care; he can leave as many marks as he likes.

you almost tell him as much, mouth opening, words stumbling over one another. “ichigo, i—”

several loud knocks on your door — accompanied by the terribly obnoxious ringing from your doorbell — has you scrambling off of his lap, face flushed and warm. you practically sprint towards the door, although you pause to catch your breath and fix your clothes a bit. ichigo lets out a frustrated groan, arousal pummeling into him, making it hard to think straight. he hadn’t planned on moving from his spot on the couch, but when he hears multiple voices coming from the front door, cowardice wins out and he hides in your bathroom. it takes five minutes for his cock to settle down, but when he goes to join you in the living room again, several of your friends are eating and lounging around on the floor and couch.

ever the gracious host, you’re pouring drinks for everyone, only pausing when you catch ichigo watching you. already your voice is an octave too high, your panties are clinging to your pussy, damp from your slick arousal. you do your best to not make large movements, preferring to keep your thighs as close together as possible.

annoyance pricks along the back of his neck as keigo clinks shot glasses with mizuiro; he didn’t think that telling them about his plans with you would lead to everyone else showing up too. now there are plans of ordering pizza and wings, of playing drinking games. and naturally tatsuki volunteers ichigo to go pick the food up. he shoots you an apologetic look, one that you wave away noncommittally. you know it’s not really his fault, his friends are just like that. still, you make sure to keep your hair down to obscure the various marks on your skin. you frown a bit when ichigo leaves but fix your features when orihime bounces over to you.

with a tilt of her head, eyes wide and bright, clear and strangely critical, she asks, “what’s wrong?” you know she means well, but you’d rather not discuss the fact that you were seconds away from pulling ichigo’s cock out and riding him until your pussy gave out when they all decided to come over.

“hm?” you try to clear your mind and adopt a friendly smile, “nothing’s wrong, just a little tired.” it’s true, though; you really are tired. all that studying, all that obsessing, it’s bound to make a girl exhausted. you can tell that she wants to press the issue, but in typical orihime fashion, she smiles and leaves it at that. the noisiness only serves to sober you up, but you doubt you’ll be able to sate the desire that steadily keeps building inside of you.

THURSDAY — 1:43 p.m.

tatsuki drags you and orihime to the gym, claiming that running is good for the soul — or something to that effect. you vaguely remember promising her last night, after downing one too many shots of whiskey, that you’d gladly accompany her to work out. your head throbs, your hangover a reoccurring nightmare, one that seems to follow you around all day. you try weaseling out, try to flake, but tatsuki is determined and stubborn as hell. you both admire and despise her for it right now.

you take it easy and stretch with the girls, before heading towards the treadmills. what some might consider benevolence on the universe’s part, ichigo considers cruelty; case in point, the fact that you’re here in the gym, when he knows for a fact that you’re not the exercising type — you’ve blurted this out more times than he can count, which is why he remembers. he drops from the pull up bar and grabs his towel to wipe his face, chest constricting, breathing ragged at the sight of you.

in the back of his mind, he understands that your attire is practical, he’s also quickly aroused by it; your leggings cling to your legs, highlighting your curves, stretching tight around your ass. your tank top flowing, your breasts almost spilling out of your sports bra, it was too much for him to handle at once. incidentally, you feel that ichigo working out shirtless should be illegal; your throat dries as your eyes travel along his broad chest, a ravenous hunger taking hold of your senses, that bothersome ache returning as you press your thighs together. you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking to watch him, muscles firm and thick, sweat clinging to his skin.

tatsuki calls your name repeatedly, and you have to remind yourself that you’re here to exercise and not gawk. it’s then that it dawns on you, your brain will never function properly around him — now that you’ve felt him, you lack focus. his sweatpants sit low on his hips, causing you to actually lose your damn balance; it’s partially comical, but mostly pathetic when you trip over your feet and helplessly fall onto the floor. your hands ball into fists, fingers curled inward, nails leaving tiny indents into your palms. you barely feel it, though, you’re too busy trying to regulate your breathing.

“y/n are you okay?” orihime rushes to help you stand back up; your face burns and you know that if you don’t put some distance between you and ichigo quickly, you’ll end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“yep, just peachy!” the lie is flimsy and you know that she doesn’t buy it, but you’re sticking with it. the truth is just too pitiful. ichigo frowns, fingers twitching as he grips the bar harder. you’re normally not that clumsy, and he’s half tempted to go and see if you’re okay. but the girls crowd you and he knows he’ll only make things worse if he interferes. you finally find a treadmill and even though you should probably stay off of it, you decide to use it anyway. you set a decent speed and fix the incline, opting to jog until your legs give out. if you suffer one more transgression, you’ll never be able to face ichigo again. already you feel that familiar burning sensation in your thighs, but you don’t stop; you’re not sure how long you keep at it, but ichigo is long gone when your body has finally had enough.

you drink some water and try to catch your breath. your mind is buzzing; you wish it was ichigo who helped you up instead. it’s a strange thing to be disappointed about, but you can’t stop imagining his strong arms wrapped around your soft waist. a lightheaded feeling takes over, you’re not sure how much more you can take; you’re barely surviving as is with minimal interactions with him.

he heads straight for the locker room as soon as he’s done with his last rep; no amount of cold water from the shower can snap him out of the daze you put him in. everything about you is dizzying, and just remembering how your lips and hands were on him, how soft your ass was, how he was so close to sinking his cock into your pussy the night before, makes his cock hard all over again. he has enough sense to ignore it, but he saw you jogging and nearly fell off the pull up bar. you’re dangerous, that much is certain; he’s never been this captivated by a person, so it’s almost as if he’s navigating through new territory.

“fucking ridiculous,” he says bitterly and turns off the shower so he can get dressed. he knows what he needs to do, he just needs everyone in his life to stop interfering so he can properly talk with you alone.

FRIDAY — 6:15 p.m.

for whatever reason, his friends conspire together and decide to do dinner at orihime’s house. rukia and tatsuki both shoo orihime out of the kitchen, not wanting to deal with whatever strange concoction her impulses come up with. it’s meant to be a casual affair, which he reminds you again when he stops by your apartment to pick you up. ichigo raids your fridge for something to munch on while he waits, and after fifteen minutes, he makes his way down the narrow hallway to your room. the door is open, so he assumes you must be all done, walking in without announcing himself properly.

there are several outfits strewn about on your bed; after the fourth one, you huff and stomp around your room, the carpet soft underneath your feet as you try to reason with yourself. it’s really because you’re nervous that ichigo asked you to go with him — as his date. or, at least, you’re sure that’s what he meant by inviting you to the dinner. you told ichigo you wouldn’t take long, but that was clearly a lie — not an intentional one, but a lie nonetheless.

“are you still not done?” he pauses, eyes landing on your half naked body; he gets hard instantly at the sight of your soft stomach and thick thighs. you’re too focused on your current crisis that you barely register that he’s in your room as you head back into the closet to look for another dress. if he had better morals and sense, he’d leave you to get dressed at your own pace; but, unfortunately for him, his body is the worst kind of traitor. this has been the longest week of his entire life, but he’s thankful that he has you to himself again.

you put on a new dress and flip your hair over your shoulder. “help me, please.” because your arms are still sore from working out and you figure there’s no harm in asking for his assistance. his heart lodges itself in the base of his throat, hands shaking a bit — nerves or excitement, he’s not sure — but he manages to tug the small zipper up without much issue. his hands linger on your hips, cock stiff as it angrily presses against the front of his pants.

suddenly, you’re very, very aware of how close he’s standing.

he knows that if he doesn’t let go of you, he’ll feel inclined to skip the dinner altogether. but he doesn’t want to deal with the repercussions of flaking, so he decides against it. he does, however, brush his lips along the side of your neck, leaving behind a trail of slow kisses. you’re teetering over the edge, falling further under his spell as his hands roam along your body, roughly kneading your breasts over the fabric of your dress.

you test the proverbial waters and rub your ass against his bulge, which prompts him to bite your neck in warning. you let out a small yelp and softly moan his name; you end up losing more of your composure when he turns you around and kisses you. his appetite is insatiable, his kisses feverish and demanding, a frenzied whirlwind that has you unbuckling his pants and tugging his zipper down to pull out his cock.

his imagination will never compare — your hands are still soft as ever, even as they grip him eagerly, twisting while pumping up and down his length. he hisses when you rub your thumb against the tip and kisses you ardently, tongue brazen as it swirls around yours before sucking on it. you rub your thighs together, breathing unevenly, his kisses scalding and potent. you pry yourself away from him and sink to your knees, tongue running flat against his length, circling around his thick head of his cock and licking the precum that seeps out of his slit.

ichigo’s moans echo in your room, bouncing off the walls, prompting you to open your mouth so you can take in as much of him as you can. he presses a fist to his mouth when you start bobbing your head, cheeks hollowed, mouth hot and tight; you caress his balls with your free hand, enjoying the way his cheeks are flushed and the way he licks his lips while looking down at you. he doesn’t think when he grabs your head and starts fucking your mouth and doesn’t think when you hold onto his thighs and relax your jaw to accommodate for his girth.

 you can’t lie, you’ve been dreaming about this for longer than you care to admit — it’s almost embarrassing how badly you’ve wanted to have his cock in your mouth, but you never imagined that ichigo would be like this; rough, clumsy, but every bit as tantalizing as ever. you let him have his way, using your mouth and throat as he thrusts his cock deeper. you gag but maintain eye contact, tears streaming down your cheeks at the ferocity of his thrusts.

you know something must be wrong with you because your panties are soaked, the ache building from deep inside, bubbling and pushing you closer to the edge. you like this side of him, the one that’s a little unhinged and feral, a man possessed with a certain goal on his mind. he knows he should be a bit gentler, but the way you’re looking at him, like you’re more than pleased with how he’s handling you, convinces him otherwise.

“fuck,” he pants, breath coming out in shallow puffs. his phone rings, startling both of you; he wants to ignore it but has a feeling that it’s one of his friends asking for his whereabouts. he pulls out of your mouth, drool spilling down your chin. he has so many things that he wants to say to you, but none of them come to mind. you’re not ready for any of this to end, so you motion for him to pick up the phone and stroke his cock again.

he hesitates only for a moment, but you have a mischievous look on your face, and he knows better than to test your patience right now. “w-what is it?” he asks when he answers the phone, voice low and husky, a shiver sliding down your spine when you suck on the head of his cock. he clamps his mouth shut in the hopes of keeping as quiet as possible, but mizuiro sounds so concerned and keeps asking why he’s giving him one- or two-word responses. however, ichigo’s desire to fuck you is greater than his guilt; besides, he realizes, belatedly, that you want someone to catch him like this.

it's hot, he won’t lie. and he’d indulge you more, but with the way you’re stroking and sucking his cock, he doubts he’ll be able to tolerate a full conversation with mizuiro — especially as he drones on about how imperative it is for ichigo to keep his promises.

blah, blah, blah.

he cuts the conversation short, tossing the phone onto the floor behind him. he grabs onto your arm, hauls you to your feet, and his mouth is on yours again. orihime’s dinner party is the last thing on both of your minds, not when he leaves you breathless, kissing you until your lips are swollen, lipstick smeared. his hands are on the move again as he tugs your dress off of you, mouth placing messy kisses down your chest, teeth tugging on your hardened nipples before sucking on them. it’s impossible to keep steady when each ichigo’s mouth is ruining your life in the best way possible.

your arousal clings to the inner parts of your thighs, you’re practically begging him to fuck you, words barely coherent as you fuss at him, but he understands you just fine. after pulling the rest of his clothes off, he picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you against the wall. if he were a better man, he’d have the courtesy to fuck you on your bed; but he isn’t thinking properly, and he’s tired of playing around. he snakes a hand lower, fingers rubbing your pussy, dragging needy whimpers out of you.

“ichigo, damn it,” your frustration is cute and he can’t help but continue to tease you. he slides his fingers into your tight, needy hole, fingers sinking deeply without much resistance.

“you’re so wet, i don’t think i need to prep you at all.” he’s impressed, actually and likes how your pussy keeps sucking his fingers back in every time he pulls them back. you buck your hips against his hand, and if it wasn’t for his arm holding you securely, you’d fall over with ease.

you can barely look at him, cheeks permanently flushed as you moan loudly for him. “that’s it,” he coaches, thumb circling around your clit, fingers scissoring roughly, “you want me to fuck you that badly?”

your eyes grow wide but you nod and breathe out a, “yes. i’ve been waiting for so damn long.” the confession surprises him, as he was under the impression that he was the only one who suffered the entire time. and, because his cock is running the show, he plucks his fingers out of you, lines his tip with your entrance and slams his cock inside. you claw at the back of his neck and all along his chest, legs trembling as his hips knock against yours roughly. nothing could prepare him for the way your plush, gummy walls suffocate him — wet and warm, a snug fit that he’ll never tire of.

you move your hips in tandem with his, matching the timing of his thrusts, as you press sloppy kisses along his jaw, nails raking down his broad back. ichigo’s hips rock forward, cock burrowing deeper with each stroke. both of you are at your limits, he knows he won’t last much longer, but he’ll try his best anyway. his pace quickens, your pussy making lewd, squelching noises, your wetness coating his cock prettily. your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, your voice growing hoarse from how loud you are, enticing him to pound into you wildly.

he licks the base of your throat, groaning against your skin when you roll your hips, cunt full as his cock is buried to the hilt; his tip hits a spot that makes you hold onto him tighter, breathing shallow as you call out his name. he commits the moment to memory — something to look back on late at night — thoroughly enjoying how you’re writhing underneath him. he angles his hips, keeps them closer to yours, bucking against you recklessly — his cock bringing about an incurable madness that takes over your entire being.

maybe it’s because you’ve been denying yourself for so long — or maybe it’s because you’ve been teasing one another all week — but you feel as if a bit of weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. his balls are heavy, each slap against your ass makes you clench around him more. he rubs your clit, firm small circles that send tiny jolts throughout your body. your back arches as your walls spasm, fluttering around his cock, hips stuttering under his powerful thrusts. the orgasm leaves you dazed, eyes rolling back, your cunt puffy but greedy as it milks him shamelessly.

he never pegged you for a squirter, yet you keep defying his expectations. you want to bury your head underground for eternity, hating the way your orgasm has you incapacitated, slumping over him while your wetness spills onto your carpet.

ichigo keeps fucking you until his hips jerk, rhythm disrupted, cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you. he humps you lazily and you pepper his face with wet kisses, his heart leaping out of his chest as your fingers sift through his hair. both of you are sweaty and out of breath, but when you look up at him, something close to adoration flits across his face. you’re not sure if that’s a post-orgasm sort of thing, but you’ll take it for what it is.

you brush your lips against his, gently kissing him, and ask if he still wants to go to dinner. ichigo shoots you an incredulous look and you laugh in response. “okay, okay,” you pat his chest gently, “boyfriends shouldn’t look at their girlfriends like that.” you say it casually enough that it feels like a joke, but you’re too damn nervous to look at him to see his reaction.

his ears grow hot and he presses his lips together for a moment before mumbling a, “sorry, won’t happen again.” you pinch his cheek and playfully lick at his lips. a warmth travels to your chest, nestles into the crevices that line the inside of your heart, and makes you want to kiss him all over again. he takes that as a sign of forgiveness — although he isn’t actually sure if you meant it or not — and carries you over to your bed. while he initially set out to get you to confess first, somewhere along the way, his mission fell apart. still, he can’t say he’s unhappy about the outcome. and, sure, his friends might give him an earful for missing out on dinner, but he’s much more content and comfortable being with you right now to care.

[calliecat93]

Finally finished reading Doctor’s Orders! Here’s a few miscellaneous thoughts I got from reading. Putting it under a cut to avoid any potential spoilers for those wanting to read it (highly reccomend BTW):

McCoy sounds like he was an utter disaster in medical school and I love it.

The Kirk and McCoy dynamic in this is so freakin’ good. So is the McCoy and Spock dynamic. It’s all so good~!

McCoy going from overworkee grump to an utter nerd when he gets to study the aliens up close is so freakin’ good.

The aliens were very interesting. Very much something that IDT the show would be able to pull off. There’s also a lot of detail about them, their biologies, languge, and the crew’s efforts in making contact with them. I’m an idiot so IDK if I really understood most of the science/medical talk, but I admire all the thought and detail that Diane Duane put into the various species. They truly feel alien, that’s for sure.

While I get that it was done this way to make the plot work, the fact that the person that Kirk gives command to can’t hand it over to someone else until Kirk relieved then is… ridiculous. I get it. McCoy needs to be in command, Kirk giving him the conn is really the best way, and the plot would be easily solved if he could just give it to Spock after Kirk goes missing (and BOY does he wish that he could). But that just makes the Starfleet regulations look incredibly incompetent since there are MULTIPLE reasons why that is a horrible idea.

McCoy vs the Klingons. Amazing. Him going from anxious to acting all easy-going and casually figuring out the Klingon’s trickery and portraying himself as a murderous lunatic was freakin’ badass. Also… I guess this takes place in Year 4 or 5 of the original mission since he calls himself a Commander, not Lieutenant Commander (and he has two full command braids on the cover art so doesn’t seem to be an accident) so I guess he got promoted at some point. God I love this man~! Also his pure hatred/annoyance at dealing with Starfleet Command is pure comedy gold especially when he came so close to being relieved of command and just curses a storm after XD

Speaking of McCoy, he was portrayed excellently in this. Diane Duane clearly has a strong understanding of his character, and it shows. He’s the grumpy yet lovable doctor we all know and love, but this puts him in the command position. As a doctor obviously he knows how to be a leader and deal with difficult problems, but that’s in sickbay. Not the entire ship. He has to deal with what Jim does on a daily basis. He has to deal with Starfleet’s bureaucracy, enemy forces that require diplomacy/being able to read others, and of course he has the lives of every single officer resting on his shoulders if he makes even one error. He handles it well enough with both his experience as CMO who has dealt with emergency/stressful situations as well as knowing psycology well enough and just from seeing how Kirk does things for so long, and it’s freakin’ great! But he also has a lot of anxiety and fear and outright has to use breathing exercises to calm himself down at one point until he gets used to it. It shows how he’s just barley keeping it together and how straining this whole thing is on him, but as always he presses on anyways. It really lets McCoy shine and he proves very competent and capable in command (while hating every minute of it XD), but also feel very human and understandably stressed and worried. It all feels very IC and it really satisfied me as a huge McCoy fan.

So yeah, great book! If you love McCoy, crazy sci-fi, and some more diverse alien varieties, this is one to check out! Now I gottq finish A Contest of Principles at long last, but Diane Duane’s novels are for sure ones that I’ll likely be seeking out in the future. Very much recommend this one~!

[palaugranetes]

🔵BLAUGRANETS🔴

Sergiño: Why are you even still awake

Ansu: It's only 23:56

Ansu: I have nothing to do tomorrow

Dembz: We are discussing important things here bro

Sergiño: You are talking about a video game

Ansu: Exactly.. important stuff

Sergiño: yeah... enjoy.. I'm out

Ronald: Please just go to sleep you two.. we have a match tomorrow.

Ansu: Yes you do

Ronald: We would like to sleep. So shush

Dembz: No one is stopping you😌

Ansu: Night night sweetheart

16 December 2020

Ronald: It is too late for this shit.. Bye

Frenkie: Night night guys

Dembz: ✌🏿

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Ansu: Y'all better not make me come to the match for nothing.

Dembz: The things we do

JC: Have fun

Riqui: This should be good.

Arnau: I expect nothing quite frankly.

JC: And yet I am still disappointed.

Arnau: I mean.. pretty much yeah.

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Ansu: Did y'all see Geri's pants 😂😂😂

JC: WHat PANTS?!

Ansu: His clown pants

JC: OMG SHOW ME

Ansu: Check your messages

JC: 😂😂😂

Dembz: Bro I am trying not to laugh!

Arnau: Should you guys really be talking about his clothes?..

Ansu: What is stopping us?

Arnau: Suit yourselves😌

JC: Aha.. Alright then.

Ansu: I better not have come for nothing I swear to God.

Dembz: We shall see..

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JC:🤦🏽‍♂️

Ansu: Not even surprised anymore.

.....

JC: JORDI!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: Now I'm surprised!

Dembz: It was a good one.

.....

Ansu: Still not over Geri's clown pants..

......

Arnau: FRENKIIIEEEEEE!!!!!! YES!!!!👑

Ansu: YOU LEGEND!!!@Frenkie

Dembz: YES!!!!

........

Ansu: This is getting boring

Arnau: Getting?

Dembz: I wish Riqui was here

Ansu: Why?

Dembz: I wanted him to add Geri

Ansu: ARE YOU INSANE?!

Dembz: Look.. It could be fun

Arnau: You need to reconsider your life choices my friend

Ansu: I agree with him.. Why would we even

JC: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!

Dembz: Debateable

Ansu: No debate here.. You are

JC: Don't even think of mentioning it to Riqui.

Dembz: 😒 fine

JC: I mean it Ousmane.. N'y pense même pas!

Dembz: I SAID FINE

.......

Arnau: JEEZ OMG PEDRI

Ansu: Gosh that looked horrible..

JC: It hurt me seen it..

Dembz: What a Legend. Taking one for the team.

Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤

.......

Arnau: Finally.. It is over.

Arnau: Gonna go wash my eyes with a happy movie.

Ansu: I got out of the house for this..

Ansu: But at least we won

Dembz: Yep

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Carlitos: "Ansu: His clown pants" Always representing us. Whenever Wherever..

Carlitos: No pun intended

Riqui: Everytime I sit through a match I feel like I need to take 3 showers.. And a detox..

Frenkie: 💙❤💙❤💙

Ronald: You and me bro @Oscar.. After all this time

Francisco: I really am not liking this.. we won.. but like

Iñaki: I think I dozed off for a few minutes in the 2nd half

Pedri: "Ansu: We do not deserve it.. @Pedri you are a boss! Thanks for saving our ass.💙❤" 💙❤ Força Barça

Ansu: You alright there buddy?

Pedri: Yes I'm great

Carlitos: That was some knock

Sergiño: It scared the hell out of me

17 December 2020

Ronald: Me too

Oscar: 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻A Boss

Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most.

Francisco: "Pedri: I'm alright guys. We won. This is what matters most." I mean yes..

Riqui: Horrible ugly wins are still wins.

Frenkie: To be fair.. It was better than the last match

Carlitos: The bar is not set that high bro

Frenkie: No shit.

Frenkie: We'll see the match against Valencia..

Carlitos: 🙄🙄

Iñaki: Yeah we shall see.. remember they beat Madrid

Riqui: Not really a good reference there bro.. That match was pure comedy though😂

Ansu: 😂

Carlitos: The way it happened😂😂😂

Arnau: We really shouldn't be laughing😂😂😂

Riqui: I'm gonna go sleep and forget this match happened ✌🏼

Dembz: Night night

Riqui: You and I need to have a serious talk.. remind me tomorrow

Dembz: What'd I do?!

Riqui: You know what you did.

Dembz: I wouldn't be asking if I knew!!

Carlitos: Oooh someone's in trouble 😂

Dembz: WHAT DID I DO!?

Ronald: Lower your voice it's 2:00 am

Frenkie: Please stop talking.. I've had a long day

Carlitos: You got it goldilocks.

Frenkie: Thanks Curlitos

Carlitos: 💙

Iñaki: He asks y'all to shut up and you do it instantly but when I do...

Dembz: He said please

Ansu: He has a point

Carlitos: It is the magic word after all

Iñaki: 😑 Good night

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Dembz: What was it you needed to talk to me about @Riqui?

Pedri: My side is killing me now that the adrenaline is gone 😅

Sergiño: Bro you basically were wrapped around the post.. I wouldn't expect anything less.

Pedri: Worth it.

Riqui: Is it?

Pedri: Acting like you wouldn't die for this Club

Riqui: This Club absolutely.. I am dying for it everyday.

Riqui: But him?... I would maybe take a minute to reconsider my options

Pedri: Him?

Carlitos: Ronald!

Ronald: Yes?

Pedri: Ronald?

Ronald: YES?

Riqui: Not you. But Hi

Carlitos: Sr.

Pedri: Ah ... Fair

Riqui: 🤷🏼‍♂️

Ronald: Hi @Riqui

Riqui: @Dembz Are you out of your mind?

Dembz: Sometimes, why?

Riqui: You really want Gerard here bro.. you realize we made this to shit talk the adults..and kept it a secret for that same reason!

Dembz: Yes but.. it'd be fun

Riqui: NO.

Carlitos: Your concept of fun scares me..

Ansu: 😂

Dembz: We had Luis here... you really think he didn't tell them?!

Ronald: He didn't

Dembz: 😒

Dembz: As if you'd know

Ronald: I do.

Riqui: No more asking for Gerard

Dembz: Fine

Riqui: I mean it.

Dembz: I SAID FINE

18 December 2020

Oscar: Guys!!!

Oscar: The Girls will play at the Camp Nou finally!! My sister is so happy! 🥺

Riqui: They deserve it.

Carlitos: More than us tbh

Arnau: Yep

Ronald: That is fantastic news. Way overdue as well.

Riqui: And to think we play after them 😂😂

Arnau: 😂

Carlitos: You say we as if you are going to set foot on that pitch..

Riqui: Shut up.. It is and it will always be we.

Carlitos: I know... It's sad really..

Pedri: Eventually.. and hopefully soon, he'll see the error of his ways

Francisco: 🙄 Can he like see it now?

Pedri: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Frenkie: I am tired.

Frenkie: Exhausted even.

Riqui: So am I...

Carlitos: We all are.

Sergiño: I don't know what I expected when I came here, but this is not it fam

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Ansu: @Dembz you still going to the Camp Nou tomorrow?

Dembz: Yep

Ansu: Fantastic.

19 December 2020

Pedri: Can you believe it's been 11 years!?

Pedri: I still remember that day like it was yesterday!!!

Pedri: Seeing Pedro score and then LEO!!!!

Riqui: I remember.

Carlitos: Andriu with all his hair

Oscar: Puyi🦁😍

Ronald: Puyi and Geri were something..

Riqui: Xavi😍🤩😍🤩😍🤩

Carlitos: Good times

Arnau: The best of times

Frenkie: We can go back to those times

Riqui:

Carlitos: I Agree with whatever the hell Ricard just sent.

Carlitos: But I feel the sarcasm oozing out of it

Iñaki: Never say oozing ever again in your life.

Carlitos: It's a word

Iñaki: That you should never say again

Carlitos: Whatever.. gonna go get ready for the match.

Ansu: You have one job today. Win

Ansu: Please for the love of everything sacred.. WIN

Pedri: We will try our best

Ansu: You I trust

Ronald: What is that supposed to mean

Ansu: You as in the people here

Ronald: Aha

JC: If only someone else trusts the people here 🙄

Ansu: We don't hear from him for two days and then BAM!

Dembz: He is not wrong

Ansu: I know

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Ansu: I feel like Geri's spidey senses tingled when we were talking about his clown pants😂

.......

Ansu: I am so done with these idiots

Ansu: Not you @Pedri @Ronald @Oscar @Sergiño

......

Dembz: WHAT. A. GOAL. RONALD!!!!!!!!!

Ansu: DAMN THAT WAS HOT

Iñaki: BRO!!!!! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

.......

Ansu: 😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

Iñaki: Idk how Marc still hasn't kicked everyone's ass

Ansu: Idk but he should

Iñaki: They really are making him look bad

Ansu: Ugh

Dembz: 🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️

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Riqui: Well that was horrible

Riqui: Poor Mira

Francisco: I feel bad for him.. He was supposed to go in first not me

Riqui: Not your fault bro..

Francisco: I know but still

Carlitos: I give up on him making good decisions tbh

Riqui: I gave up like a month ago

Ansu: He wholeheartedly saw the match and said let's keep Philippe most of the match and then replaced him with Clem... while we were 2-2... WHO DOES THAT!

Riqui: Again, I gave up on him making good decisions.

Sergiño: No but it's come to the point of pointless stubborness

Carlitos: We are well past that my dude

Riqui: And I am the one with the attitude.

Frenkie: We move

Carlitos: Yes, backwards

Frenkie: Touché..

[tellywoodtrash]

What ITV pairings would you like to see on screen (that haven’t already happened and perhaps some same sex ones too even tho ITV is quite far from that happening)

Oooooooooooooooh! Sooooooo many attractive people to pair up! I’m particularly emotionally invested in my Shehzad/Nehalaxmi casting rn (you can see all my previous fancasts here.)

Okaaaay, let’s get cracking!

(Ofc, because I’m compleeeetely extra, I wanted to have images and an ideal show for each of my pairings. That’s why I took a while to answer.)

Varun Toorkey/Shrenu Parikh

Cute + Cute = Super Maha Cute.

Ideal Show: Something soft and happy and full of good vibes. Nothing problematic whatsoever. Maybe something like two introverts falling for each other but thinking the other isn’t interested and it’s a comedy of errors full of misunderstandings, that ultimately has a happy ending.

Gaurav Khanna/Jennifer Winget

I feel like Gaurav’s hotness is so underappreciated? Why doesn’t he get better shows?????? He’d look so good with Jen!

Ideal Show: Something like a desi version of Suits/The Good Wife; business associates in a high-powered setting, occasional clashing based on ideals (but with respect for each other), palpable sexual tension.

Arjun Bijlani/Surbhi Jyoti

They’re both the optimal balance of cute/hot. Khoob jamegi jodi.

Ideal Show: Fake dating/marriage trope. They start out due to majboori and would rather have been paired with anyone else, but quickly the feelings grow real.

Barun Sobti/Aditi Dev Sharma

Barun deserves a female performer who’s strong enough to hold her own against him, and Aditi is definitely IT.

Ideal Show: Tu Hai Mera Sunday - the serial. He’s smart and funny and chill (a little too much so), and she’s a little too tightly wound up coz of Life™. They keep running into each other, and form an easy friendship that helps balance one another out; for it to ultimately grow into a loving and supportive relationship when they realize they’re the voice in each others’ heads.

Namik Paul/Namita Dubey

Look at them, they’re so tall and beautiful. (Idk Namita’s height, but she LOOKS tall.) And they both have that smart, dignified, well-read vibe about them. She definitely seems well matched with him.

Ideal Show: Something super sweet and heartfelt, where Namik really gets to romance the pants off her with his earnest face and melty eyes. I’m thinking something like John/Vidya’s story in Salaam-E-Ishq/The Vow; they’re an established, happily settled couple, but due to an accident, she loses her memory. He has to work hard to remind her of their deep love for each other.

Kunal Jaisingh/Surbhi Chandna

No need for me to create a graphic; pics already hain!

(gif by @rk-pc)

(gif by @manmarziiyan)

These two have some ridiculous, next level chemistryyyy IRL; esp. for people who were playing bhaabi-devar. I’d really like to see what happens if you put them against each other romantically. I predict fireworks!

Ideal Show: Something with high-intensity hotness and angst and fighting against each other and their emotions. Basically I’m saying that maybe I’d like Silsila 2 a lot more if Mishti was played by SC.

Same sex couples

Shrenu Parikh/Additi Gupta

I really loved their sparring in IB, and wanna see more of it!

Ideal Show: They’re the sisters of a bride and groom (who are childhood sweethearts) and haven’t been able to stand each other for as long as their siblings have been in a relationship. They’re thrown in close quarters during the wedding and there’s pranks, passive-aggressive flirting, mind-games, jealousy, and a few stolen kisses. (Think Arnav/Khushi during the Payal/Akash wedding.)

Surbhi Jyoti/Reyhna Malhotra

Ummmm, two of my dreammmmm girls?!? Yes please!!!!

Ideal Show: Something Killing Eve-esque; where Surbhi’s a cop who’s tracking and tailing this super elusive femme-fatale bumping off some Very Important People, but they quickly grow equally obsessed with each other. Lines are blurred and no one quite knows what the rules of the game are anymore.

Nehalaxmi Iyer/Aneri Vajani

They’re both young and fresh-looking and would be so adorable together!

Ideal Show: Gimme a bubbly college romance between these two, where Aneri’s the popular cool girl, and Neha’s the snarky topper. (Basically Nupur/Mayank from MJHT, but wlw!)

Sakshi Tanwar/Sudha Chandran

Two dignified Queens.

Ideal Show: A mature romance about two middle-class neighbours who find companionship and love with each other.

Namik Paul/Harshad Chopda

Tall puppy + Muscular puppy = Twice the puppy goodness. Gimme it!!!!!!!!

Ideal Show: Something like You’ve Got Mail, but without the animosity of one of them putting the other out of business. Instead, just a buncha instances of missed connections and confusing feelings when online and real life clash (they meet each other in real life and feel a strong connection, but are too loyal/attached to their online paramours.) Namik is the cynical, snarky one, who makes Harshad laugh, and Harshad is soft and Pure™ and makes Namik feel all gooey inside. All-round mushiness and cute!

Barun Sobti/Kunal Jaisingh

Both are sass/snark-masters and we need that to be showcased to the max.

Ideal Show: I want  them in something like The Proposal (Barun being the uptight boss, Kunal the cool creative design head or something, whose dept. is extremely overworked and desperately needs an expanded budget that Barun is never willing to sign off on) Shenanigans with Kunal’s large and loud (but very loving and accepting) family, good-natured hilarity, lots of banter!

[inhalingwords]

Monthly Wrap Up || March 2017

Songs for the Devil and Death by Hal Duncan || Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher || The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare || Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare || A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare || Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare || King John by William Shakespeare

Songs for the Devil and Death by Hal Duncan

This poetry collection might just be my new favourite from Duncan. In Duncan’s usual style, there are loads of references to mythology, social commentary, and frank portrayals of love and sex between men, written with the most exquisite beauty and emotion. Back cover: “Here is deep grief. Here is red rage. Here is the genesis of pain, and an ecstasy to soothe it. Here are words that pare lies from truth, and damn all those who think otherwise.”

My favourites were Wake ("In golden sun through halo hair, / A forward step lacked sight or care / For Ford Capri -- and were there dice? -- / Three lads let slip from work, a scythe / Through weft of hours, a rent in time / Between before and ever after. Rhyme / Cannot conjure the broken world, / A fireman neighbour’s unreal knock.”), Sonnets for Orpheus (”This is my answer to all critics and all scorn: / I sing for Death and not for you; my song is torn / from sorrow and I will not cease / until the pious, pure only in hate, offer true peace.”), and The Lucifer Cantos (”Across the barren land they’ve tilled, / let me, I trill, be ever killed / and, on the monument they build, / carve, I shall walk the world / until I reach the sun.”).

Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

This YA book used to be one of my favourite books when I was a teenager, and I still enjoyed it on reread. It’s a very important novel about the consequences of our actions towards other people, about how we can never fully know what's going on in another person's life, and about mental illness and suicide. The book also deals with themes such as bodily autonomy, privacy and sexual harassment/assault. I thought Asher dealt with all these topics respectfully. I also really enjoyed the book’s contemplativeness: there’s not much action here, only a guy listening to tapes and his emotional responses to what he hears, and I feel like this really fit the serious subject matter.

The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare

To be frank, I hated this play. It was boring, and the farcical/slapstick humour was a huge miss for me. Meh.

Love’s Labour’s Lost by William Shakespeare

Love’s Labour’s Lost is among my favourite Shakespeare plays. It’s a super fun (romantic?) comedy, and there are “wise fools”, a witty pair of lovers, mirrored “high”/”low” plots, poking fun at artifice and pretense, sexual jokes... And it does not end in a marriage! 

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare

Probably my number one favourite play by Shakespeare (of the ones I’ve now read). It’s hilarious, the imagery is wonderful, and I love the themes of love/desire/sexuality, reality/dream/art, order/disorder, ambiguity, and transformation.

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Beautifully written and structured comedy that turns into a tragedy halfway through. I’m a huge language nerd and there’s so much fun stuff in this play: romantic poetry from the cliche to the innovative, bawdiness and sexual jokes, anticipation and foreshadowing of the turn to tragedy the play will eventually make, double meanings... This play hits so many interesting themes, too: feuds, artificiality (of love, language), and the conflict and gulf between youth and age and modern and old.

King John by William Shakespeare

This one left me quite lukewarm. There were a lot of things I really enjoyed -- the female characters (Lady Constance and Queen Eleanor), mother-son relationships, conflicts of loyalties, the hilarious Philip the Bastard/Richard, the relationship between Hubert and Arthur -- but, idk, I just feel like the play didn’t quite reach its full potential. It felt a bit aimless.