#quite literally this is how I feel every time I open Instagram

[ruinix]

Sooo I WILL be greedy and ask for full out whore thoughts on Joey Daccord AND fluffy thoughts.

Hello, lovely. I took so long. (The parasites, aka my braincells, were dying from rewriting this over and over). Not a full drabble anymore, sorry :((( Just lil thoughts...

Forever with Him

18+. Thoughts...Fluffy to Whore thoughts...Slight brat behavior. Spanking. Thigh riding. Unprotected sex. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Joey would be a huge sweetheart for you. He was patient and kind and got a great sense of humor. He loved talking to you about how his day has gone and would listen with wide and attentive eyes when you were talking about yours.

He would automatically rub sunscreen on your back, your shoulders, your arms, your chest, your face. Everywhere. He would take that upon himself after dragging you to the beach so many times. He wouldn't want you to get sunburns.

In your home, Joey would pull you to sit on his thigh, grinning when he would catch the way your cheeks flush. He knew how much you like his thighs. He caught you so many times gazing at them so he would flex them for you because then your eyes would literally sparkle. He would place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer that he's almost cradling you.

In that position, you two would spend hours talking or watching the TV. During F1 season, you two would watch the races because it is one of Joey's favorite pastimes. He would take down his notes--since he loves it and has F1 Daccording to Joey that he usually posts in his Instagram--and would soft explain whatever it is you're confused with the sport.

He would be patient and passionate. Not afraid to get into more details, because he knew you would listen. He would enjoy the way your eyes grow wide with your amusement and amazement. It wouldn't matter if you picked up some things more than the other details, because for Joey, you were as big as a fan as he was. You just get confused sometimes. He even bought you quite a lot of merch which he would love to match you during your casual walks together.

However, at some point, both of you would just look at each other, then you would make out. No questions. No words. Just a pull towards one another, tugging you both in a passionate exchange. His hands would easily slot on your hip and lower back when you turned to mount his thighs, your arms wrapping over his broad shoulders, your fingers sliding through his hair.

His cock would stir the moment your clothed pussy grinded down on him. You would already feel so good that he swore he was making a mess in his pants. Then you would act so bratty, hands going over his crotch, demanding and demanding, not caring when he said 'wait'. That was where Joey drew the line.

His hand would quickly grab your hair by the roots, pulling you off him. His other hand would slam so hard against your ass that you would be squealing and groaning and protesting yet you would let him when he lifted you to straddle one thigh.

"If you're going to be a brat, you just have to make do with what I give you."

Oh, the way you would whine, your eyes growing so wide and glassy like he took the world from you. When he started to guide your hips to move, making sure to keep the contact of his thigh against your pussy, creating the friction you were so desperate for, you could only moan, gripping his arm for support. He could feel how wet you were getting, your arousal dripping past your panties, making his thigh shine with it.

"More, more, Joey. Please." You would plead. "Need you inside me."

He would ignore your pleas, smirking at how much you frown, pant, and moan. He would've fucked you, but you decided to be a brat. Unprovoked. So you got what you deserved. No cock for your desperate and whore of a pussy.

He would control the pace of you riding his thigh. His control was infinite. His focus was homed in your desperation like he would on ice with the puck. His ears were open to every moan spilling out of your beautiful lips. He could barely hold himself back, but he did. You must learn your lesson: Listen to him. He would gladly educate you every time because he had never fucked the brat out of you.

He would make you come on his thigh before he took you to the bedroom. Before he stripped you down then himself. Before gripped your thighs open, slipping his hard cock in your sensitive pussy.

He would fuck you so hard that you were screaming so loudly that all Joey could do was fuck you harder, groaning into your ear, deliberately watching and working to get you to come again before he could.

His hand would slip between you two, fingers finding your clit, circling and pressing and teasing it so lazily but it was enough to get you closer and closer to your edge.

The moment you did, Joey would whisper soft and firm praises into your ear, into your cheeks and lips as he kissed them. He would let you feel how much he loved, telling you 'I love you', then stilling to come inside your pussy. He came so hard that he would manage to coax another orgasm out of you, your legs gripping tightly around his hips, not letting him to slip free.

Joey would never. He knew you wanted his cum nowhere else but your pussy. He knew how you enjoy being so full of his cock and his cum. He knew the love shining brightly despite how glazed your eyes stared up at him. He knew you would forever be his as he was yours.

March 25 to May 5. It took me way too long, lovely. Sorry. 😔 I tried my best. Good night 🙂‍↕️

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[itsbeenmyhonor]

i saw an instagram post of this ballet couple and it's actually making me feral ????? i didn't know i needed a "riorgail as ballet dancers" fantasy but oh my god ?????? hold on tight y'all.

imagine:

empty studios with low lights, late at night. he's in nothing but tight shorts and she's in her leotard. the room is warm, always so warm. but they don't care and have been in there for ages, even after their hours of other rehearsals for the day. she's a soloist and he's a principal with the company and he has made it his personal mission to help her ascend the ranks since she was in the corps and he was a soloist because he truly believes in her talent. it doesn't matter how tired he is, he will always stays late with her to work on technique, partnering, whatever she wants, but only when she asks. he's always praising her and constantly finding any excuse to call her pretty through complementing how she moves. he's loves teaching her new skills and gets so excited the first time she nails them, which is usually faster than the average dancer because she's so dedicated. and his heart sings every time she says she can't wait to show him how much better one of them has gotten since last time he saw her do it. and she teaches him too, each of their little meetings is full of choreography she dreams up, trying it out with him to see what works and what doesn't. this is how they truly learn each other's minds, bodies, souls. what the art really means to them, what they mean to each other. it's no surprise that they dance their very best with each other because they have the most trust in one another. whether it's in front of an audience or just the two of them, they always have an electric chemistry, gibing each other everything in their performances, even when it's only for a mirror. AND THE MIRROR! don't even get me started! constantly staring. like always. warming up, class, rehearsals, their own little practice sessions. always. she's stabbed herself with a needle while sewing the ribbons onto her pointe shoes before because she got distracted when she caught his gaze in the mirror. and they always stand next to each other at barre. they usually get there early to stretch together and talk before class prevents them from doing so for a couple hours. and they're also usually struggling not to get distracted in said class but they can't imagine standing apart for that long. and when they're in different rehearsals throughout the day, they make up for it by spending hours with their hands on each other after. bare chest, open back leotard. hand in hand, to balance her or with her fingers wrapped around his to do a turn. quite literally throwing her around sometimes in various lifts. he's never dropped her. he refuses to. and sometimes they have moments while practicing their pas de deuxs where they'll abandon the choreography completely and just dance. something sacred in how it's unrehearsed and unhurried. two forms intertwining as one within whatever classical music envelops them that night. she somehow always ends up lifted into his arms. he slides her down his body and pulls her into the most soul-crushingly beautiful kiss. she often tries to rise up onto her toes to meet him and even though she's still shorter than he is, the angle is always just perfect. that part is very well rehearsed. and when it's done and they're breathless from the dancing or the utter lack there of, he'll help her untie the ribbons around her ankles and knead at her calves, kneeling between the straddle she makes with her legs to stretch as she digs her fingers into some place in his neck that feels divine every time. they press their sweat slicked foreheads together, just breathing, sometimes dotting balm onto each other to help their sore muscles. she always bundles both of them up in their layers so their muscles don't get cold on the way home and forces him to drink water on the way out because he forgets in his desire to make sure she's taken care of first. and they do it all again the next day. <3

[mountsmase]

Just sent this privately to loz

So sharing it with the class

imagine not living with him

You stayed at his every night since Sunday but today you finish work late and since his family was over you decide to go back at yours for the night

You see the post and call him

But Lewis or his mother answer and they tell you he’s closed himse in his room and is not talki to them at all

So his mum begs you to come over and you obviously run there

You knock his room door convinced that he won’t let you in but as soon as he hears your voice he runs to the door to open it and hugs you🥺

Thank you for sharing, the class really appreciate it 😌

I love this so so much 🥺

Maybe you’re still in a fairly new relationship with him, you’ve been together long enough that you’ve met his family loads and get along with them all really well but you don’t want to interrupt their time together too much so you decide to go home after work, also needing to get a few extra bits and pieces and do some washing before going back to his in a few days time

But then he makes the Instagram post and it catches you a little off guard because you weren’t expecting him to post it, so you call him just to see how he’s feeling and make sure he’s okay but Lewis picks up the phone instead.

Lewis explains that he made the post and then got a bit overwhelmed and disappeared upstairs, leaving his phone down stairs so he’s not tempted to look at any comments or anything, not knowing that Lewis had turned them off completely anyway

Maybe they tell you that his mum had tried to go and speak to him but he wasn’t letting anyone in his room and the door was locked (i imagine him doing that so that his nieces don’t just run in - he’d hate for them to see him upset) and you knew straight away that you needed to go and see him anyway but then his mum asks you to come over and you’re walking out the door straight away

You quite literally just put some shoes and a jacket on, grab your car keys, and go.

When you get there you quickly say hi to all of them and then grab a few bottles of water out of the fridge before going to find him upstairs.

You lightly knock on his door and try to open it but it’s locked and you don’t hear anything from inside so you try again, speaking just loud enough for him to hear you through the door saying ‘Mase, bubba it’s me. Can you let me in?’ and the door is open almost instantly

you just about catch a glimpse at his teary eyes before he’s pulling you in and straight into his arms

You guide him over to the bed and hold your arms out for him to fall into and you hold him close whilst he lets it all out, scratching over his scalp because you know he loves when you do that and letting him know that you’re there and you’ve got him 🥺 It takes him a while to calm down but you know he needs it, encouraging him to cry it all out and you don’t loosen your grip on him until he moves slightly to move his head out of your neck

you’ve spoken enough during the week and you know him well enough to know what’s bothering him, so you don’t make him talk about it, but he knows you’re there if he needs to

so no words are exchanged between the two of you as he leans forward and kisses you gently, a silent thank you for being there for him

and then maybe you decide to stay in his room for the rest of the evening, leaving him to watch a film whilst you pop down stairs to help his mum with dinner (you asked him loads if he was okay with you leaving him on his own but he encouraged you to go) and then you take your portions up to him and you eat it in bed before having a bath together and doing some skincare

You do a face mask with him which he complains about at first but it’s such a good distraction and takes his mind off of everything for a while because your laughing too much at how silly you both look

And then you get into bed for an early night, putting on an episode of the series you’re currently binging and he settles back into your arms, head buried into your neck as he drifts off to sleep, still feeling deflated about everything that’s happening, but feeling alot better after let it all out and having you in his arms

[pynkricee]

Blood In Your Hands Part 2

🤍The ChoGo Love Story 🤍

After hiding her identity to a strange man named Choso Kamo, KyiGo finally started to realize how important Choso is becoming in her life. The love and connection they start to share will determine if her life is worth sacrificing for him.

Art by AliyahArtss on Instagram 🤍

After about a fifteen minute walk, this Cayla finally led me back to her home. I was surprised as I walked in by the home, which was a mix between modern and cozy with an older-style vibe to it. As I walked through the living room area, my eyes seemed to dart around everything. I couldn't help it. I was curious.

After taking our shoes off and placing them by the door, she decided to lead me upstairs to show me her room. Which was a cozy yet somewhat messy space that seemed to reflect her personality. I traced my hands against the curved wallpaper that was placed smoothly on the walls as we walked to the room next to hers. It was a spare room, with a small, yet comfortable looking bed that could fit two people. It was laced with satin black sheets and black curtains that covered the windows. “This is where you'll be sleeping tonight. If that's okay with you..” she said to me in a low tone, as she opened the door wider for me to get a better view.

I walked into the room reviewing every inch of it before I turned to her and nodded quietly. It was a small space, but I had to admit it looked comfortable and warm. A bit of a contrast to the overall dark feel of the house.

As I looked over to her, I was almost shocked by how much trust you were placing in me to be here with you. I was a dangerous person, but only I knew that and even if she noticed that about me, especially by the smell of blood she sniffed on me earlier, it didn't phase her.

“Thank you for trusting me.. I promise.. nothing bad will happen.” I whispered to you as I looked down at the floor, almost in disbelief that you still trusted me like this.

She giggled slightly at my remark. “I didn't think anything bad ‘Would’ happen. I was just being a nice person and helping someone who needed it.”

I nodded as I could feel my expression on my face softening a little. “I have a question for you.. if you don't mind..”

I notice her eyebrow lift as if I didn't ask enough questions already. “Sure.. what is it?”

At this exact moment.. I was hella nervous. I ended up shifting my weight a little bit before speaking.

“If you don't mind, why are you letting me stay with you..? I asked, looking at her with genuine curiosity.

“Like I said before… I saw someone who really needed it. I saw a man who needed somebody. I mean.. what else was I supposed to do?” I could see the look on her face start to turn into pure guilt by what would have happened if she had just left me at the park. That was the last thing I wanted her to feel. But I could feel my eyes widen and my chest flutter at the same time. Even If she didn't spell out exactly what she meant, I caught her drift.

Without saying anything more to her, I stepped forward and gently placed both hands on her cheeks. I then leaned my head forward and slowly brushed my lips against hers. This time I noticed her eyes close, as the kiss was gentle and soft. I wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and this was the only way I could think of doing it.

I opened my eyes to notice hers were still closed, as they then slowly began to open.

She was the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I felt like this moment was literally going in slow motion as I pulled my face from her. Her dark skin with a light hue. Her beautiful thick lips that felt like the most gentle pillows you could ever lay your head over. And there was something dark about her aura that drew me into her. I couldn't quite seem to pull myself away, nor did I want to.

I noticed her deep brown eyes flutter as she stared at me in mine. “I'm sorry.. Cayla.. it's just.. I couldn't help myself…” I whispered softly as my thumb started to caress her right cheek. In that split second, she closed her eyes again, leaning in kissing me back softly. I could feel my breath being to hitch in my chest as my eyes stayed open as I returned the kiss.

The kiss was soft and short as she swiftly broke it and looked back up at me. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled back, my gaze and my attention fully on you. I could feel my heart speed up as I let go of your cheeks and stepped back to give you some space. Being cautious not to take this any further than where it was already going.

“What.. was that for?” she whispered, her body language now being more calm as she stood in front of me. Her face was just as red as the shade of lipstick that covered her lips. I could feel my face warm up as you looked directly at me. I had to turn my face away from her to keep my urges from persuading me to go any further.

I quickly crossed my arms and slightly turned my body to the side. “ I.. just …felt that I should show you.. how thankful I am..” I was definitely trying to keep my emotions under control at this point but I could feel that rush that I was having toward you and I still couldn't fully understand why. Why was this happening to me? And with a human? A human woman at that..

“Do you think.. it's strange?”

She then gave me the strangest look as if she wanted to burst out into laughter. I could feel my head leaning back as my lips sneered on the side of my mouth, ready for the disappointment of her answer.

She then let out the cutest laugh, looking me directly in the eyes, placing her hands on her thick hips. “Ha! It is strange. Usually a hand shake would do. You must be drawn to my lips to keep wanting to kiss me the way you do.”

I couldn't help but blush and take another step back again, letting out a small sigh. “I know.. but.. your lips are just so beautiful.” I responded with a slight nervous edge to my voice. Dropping my hands to my sides. At this point, I couldn't keep my emotions under control as I could feel my breathing speed up tremendously.

“Well thank you Choso. I'm going to get some things ready for you to take a shower, okay? You can stay here if you want and make yourself comfortable before I come back.” I nodded as she then finally walked out the room disappearing into the hallway.

I wanted to keep looking at you , but I knew that might be inappropriate. Standing in the room, I turned the light on and closed the bedroom door behind me and sat gently on the bed. I leaned back and took a deep breath as I thought about how beautiful red lips were and the feeling of kissing you. I then threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered in a low tone to myself. “I'm a death womb, a curse created for the soul purpose of killing and I'm in a woman's house, kissing her… and wanting to do it again..” I then took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I leaned forward, resting my arms over my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor, really in deep thought about what I was doing.

After a couple minutes passed, you knocked on the door and came in with a few towels and a change of clothes for me. A pair of black sweats and some matching socks. I stood up off the bed as your tiny stature walked over to me. “ Here you go, and you have a shower right over there in the corner. So you know, your own private bathroom.” You said smiling to me. Your smile was contagious. I couldn't help but smile back as I could feel myself blushing, as I received the items out of your hands.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I could feel this feeling of just being drawn to you physically, but in a way I never felt before. You seemed so much more than just a female that wanted to help me at a time of need. You were a goddess and I was nothing more than a lowly cruel cursed spirit.

“Come downstairs when you're finished, okay. I'm fixing us some Pho.” She said walking back towards the door to exit the bedroom. Her fingers wrapping around the door frame.

My eyes widened, I was so confused by the offer of food you were willing to give to me. “You're.. making food for ME?” I asked with an expression that was a mix of gratitude, surprise and disbelief. I could feel my voice becoming shaky as I quickly nodded my head. “I-I'll be right down.”

She let out another small giggle that coughed me to almost stand on my toes and sent shivers down my spine. “Yes.. I am. You're hungry aren't you?” She then gave me the purest smile and walked out the room. “Take your time in the shower. If you need anything.. call me.”

I nodded and smiled widely. I was almost surprised that you were showing so much affection and care for me. I've never had anyone show this much appreciation for me at all in all the years I've been on this earth. “I'll take my time..” I said as I heard you begin to walk down the stairs. I placed the essentials I had in my hands next to me as I sat down on the bed for a minute. I threw myself back on the bed again and looked up at the ceiling thinking about what just happened. I felt like this whole situation was a dream. An almost perfect woman who invited me to stay with her after just meeting me. This had to be better than any romantic fantasy that I ever imagined. But in the back of my mind, there was still something about her that I couldn't put my finger on.

I finally took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as I stood up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom.

After switching on the water, and ensuring the temperature was just right for me, I undressed, placed my clothes on the floor and entered the shower. As I stepped under the spray, I could feel so much stress just wash away from my body as I closed my eyes, letting the hot water run from head to toe. As I stood there, I began to recall everything that had happened today, how I had ran into her, how she brought me home with her, and the kiss you gave back to me. I could feel my heart begin to speed up again with just the thought of you. The way you were caring for me, the way you offered me to stay in your home.

I couldn't be falling for her… I couldn't be. That just doesn't make any sense…

As Choso was taking a shower upstairs, I decided to go ahead and take care of myself downstairs in the spare bathroom I had near the kitchen.

I went ahead and took a decent hot shower that took about ten minutes. I knew by the time I was out he would probably still be under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. I could tell he went through and was going through a lot at the moment and I didn't want to put more on him that he couldn't handle right now.

Once I exited the shower, I threw on some baggy shirt, no bra and some silk pants that flowed when I walked. Even though I had a stranger in the house with me, I still wanted to be comfortable in my own surroundings. But I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing okay.

I was still lost in thought as the hot water ran over my pale skin. The heat and steam was so comforting to the point where I could feel my muscles loosen back up. It felt like pure heaven, and I honestly didn't want it to end.

“Choso.. are you okay in there?”

I immediately snapped out of my trance, realizing that she was standing outside of the door. “I'm fine.. Im.. just taking my time.” I responded over the running water, hoping you couldn't hear past the lie I just told.

“Oh.. okay… I was just checking on you. I'm still here if you need me.” I could hear her footsteps slowly walk away from the door as I let out a sigh as my breath started to shake.

“Ill.. be out soon.” I responded as I tried to remain as casual as possible.

“Okay.. like I said I'm here if you need anything.” I could see your feet finally disappear from underneath the doorway. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the door close behind you as you left the room. Your presence has such a calming effect on me that it made me nervous in a good way when you were around me. I turned the shower back on and continued to rinse the remaining suds off my body.

After a few minutes, I finally shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I managed to finally calm myself down even further while I was bathing which was a surprise even to me. Stepping out, it felt like the world was suddenly in an entirely different light, as if I was able to leave my old world of curses and sorcery and just experience the bliss of this exact moment.

This was a moment that I dreamed of for a long time, that I've always wanted for myself. But who knew that it would take someone else to give it to me in return. Someone I didn't expect to come into my life at the most random of all moments. As a curse, I felt like I didn't deserve this at all. I felt like I wasn't worthy of you.

I didn't deserve you…

[z-eel]

narcissa’s so over the moon that she actually attempts to cook the next time she gets to come over. it’s not exactly edible, but lily finds it so adorable that she’s in the kitchen with her nose scrunched up reading the recipe she wrote down. she bakes lily a cake even. the cake says thanks for topping me. (lily posts it on her instagram) it’s really quite dry so they get ice cream to go with it and eat it anyways.

they’re living in this little bubble of sex filled domesticated bliss enough that lily forgets that narcissa and her family are all certifiably insane. enough so that sirius has even asked her if she’s sure she wants to deal with another black family member. isn’t being friends with him and regulus enough torture? obviously not.

lily has to work on some class presentation with an (unnamed) man. they’re sitting in the coffee shop, discussing if they should go with this or that discussion question, when someone comes up and pours milk on his head. and lily looks up at a fuming narcissa. the guy is sputtering and lily is trying to hand him all the napkins while going what the fuck cissa! and narcissa literally says nothing, she just storms out. poor guy is milk covered and lily literally has no idea why

when she gets home (after helping the guy clean up) narcissa is still fuming. he was flirting with you so blatantly! was i supposed to just watch that happen? so it’s okay when i cut that guy’s cornea but pouring milk on him is too far?? lily is trying to explain that he was not flirting, they’re partners on a – PARTNERS?? — a presentation narcissa! a presentation! what guy’s cornea are you talking about?!

narcissa literally will not calm down and lily can’t figure out why. yes she’s a jealous and spiteful person and holds grudges, but usually as soon as lily comes to her, she calms down. she’s not backing down today, so lily backs her into her couch until narcissa falls onto it. her jaw’s still set and her eyes are so cold and angry. lily’s spoiled little princess is finally going to be treated like the brat she used to be

(spoiler so you don’t worry about narcissa: she’s mad at bellatrix and is taking it out on lily because she couldn’t look an emotion normally in the face if she tried)

-💫🐀

okay Narcissa has never and I truly do mean has never been tamed. every sexual partners she ever had has given into her demands because how good she was a holding a grudge and how good she was taunting people with her body (it's why the war with Lily lasted so long, Narcissa isn't used to no, she's never been punshed)

Lily's right Narcissa is a spoiled princess, but underneath that princess is a brat that's never been tamed testing the limits Lily's boundaries to see how much of a pushover she is. Lily isn't a pushover.

so when Narcissa is glaring at her and refusing to even apologize to Lily for causing scene she just grabs Narcissa and drags her to the bed. and for a moment Narcissa confused because she thinks their about to sex and she didn't think Lily was the type to just run to sex when there was a problem with the relationship, not that Narcissa would complain angry sex was the best sex anyways.

but it's not and she's just staring in confusion when Lily gestures for to get on the bed fully clothed. go on, i don't have all day. and she's so cold about it that she's not sure if she should feel turned on or insulted by the detachment in her tone.

but she does get on and watches curiously as Lily makes her lay down and raise both her hands on to the bed. don't register that Lily's hooking her the bed frame until Lily's running her fingers down her arm across her chest and down to her skirt and just takes them off without a word.

the room is cold, Narcissa not used to be so she immediately tells Lily and Lily ignores her, in fact after leaving naked from the waist down Lily just forgets about her completely walking all around room looking for things and reorganizing her items and open new packages she has gotten to that hold all of the new toys she got for Narcissa. she just laying them out on the bed and Narcissa just perks up in excitement, opening her legs in invitation but get overlooked and Narcissa is humiliated every single time because she's wet and she offering herself to Lily but Lily doesn't want her, Lily has never not wanted her before for she doesn't know how to play this.

Lily, you're being mean. come on, I'm cold and wet and i miss your tongue. Lily, I need you, Lily, Lily please, i promise I'll be a good girl i promise.

and Lily just truns her heaf to the side for a moment before she goes back to ignoring Narcissa, and now Narcissa is flabbergasted because that has always worked. that has always worked, and now it wasn't, and what was going on?

Lily, Lily baby, it hurts. Lily I'm sorry okay I'm sorry. it wasn't thinking can you please help me. Lily please, Lily, I'm really cold. please it cold can I at least get a blanket. and nothing from Lily, in fact Lily gets up and walks out of the room. and Narcissa is breathing fast because she was being ignored. she was turned on, tied up and begging and Lily just left. what the hell?

and she doesn't know why but the clear dismissals of her makes her grow more wet but Lily wasn't here and she couldn't do anything about it and fuck, fuck she's never been horny, never had to wait and she hated it (was getting more turned on at the thought of Lily not coming back until tomorrow) so she does the next best thing an calls for Lily, call her name again and again but she never comes back, and Narcissa is too turned to even be mad because she wants Lily and rubbing her thighs together is doing nothing.

meanwhile, Lily is in the kitchen with her headphones, making dinner. she needs something that's going to stay in the oven for a long time.

[mattstrahm]

ah but it's past 2am

diary posting again bc why wouldn't i be. i was so ill for most of november. here's some stuff on my mind.

first idk my blog looks so fucking sad with how little im posting and reblogging and i know this is on me because i don't follow enough sports blogs to feed this blog more, but finding new blogs to follow is such a nightmare. i've bitched and moaned about this before but wow it's hard. i really made a post in october complaining about the state of my blog and ellipsus not having curly apostrophes. ellipsus now has curly apostrophes but i've failed to do anything to fix the blog thing. oh well.

secondly i'm trying to put in place life changes creatively. i'm trying to think of a solution to doing dumb little ficlets/drabbles more often. i feel like i lost a really good outlet when i stopped doing twice a week drabble workshops on discord even tho it was 100% the right decision to quit. but the way i used to roll dice for pairings was really fun and pulling a 100 words out of my ass was great creative exercise. i miss that. i'm also doing a new thing for long form where i go in with a Real Plan. i know that sounds silly but listen... not a big planner lil ol me. and i don't know how it's gonna work out. it has enabled me to write out of order more which is fun, i don't really need to worry about it because i know i have a plan. and then as a third note i guess i hope to start painting again, like actually. getting paint to canvas.

thirdly (?????) yuletide thoughts. i am going back to calling what my family and i celebrate yule, it does make conversing with other people about the general time and holiday really complicated but what i do is yule. calling it christmas feels disingenuous bc christ is literally in the name but our celebration isn't religious, we exercise pagan traditions for it and i resigned from the church years ago... anyway. i feel like i wish i was more of a yule person and then every year i'm a little disappointed that that's not me. but then i do think i am for the first time in my life experiencing seasonal depression which is interesting, so i think that's kneecapping me too. i don't have any decor up, i had a phone call today with my mom about presents and i do have a buddy coming over which is exciting. i guess there's still time. i'll get my tree and shit out of storage and try.

fourth... i don't know. i haven't been watching sports at all which sucks a little but i've been holding a somewhat normal sleeping schedule which doesn't really... lend itself to USAmerican sports. but that's what i watch. i guess i am messing the sleeping schedule up right now considering it's nearly 3am, oopsie? i'm honestly too scared to watch sharks games again, mikke is showing that maybe love is enough in san jose and i'm terrified i'll open a broadcast and like his leg will fall off or some shit... (trust me im knocking on wood) so that's got me worried... i guess i'll look into the nfl schedule?

this won't make a difference to anyone who reads my tumblr posts but i am thinking i'm gonna start posting more about music i like on instagram (stories) and that's also exciting to me. that might be all though. uh thanks for coming to my diary talk again. love you. it's 3am now.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 12 "Delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, we talk about Frankie's ass, tattoos, baths with frankie, princess and catfish sickly in love, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: made a halloween playlist for Benny's upcoming halloween bash. T-Minus 15 days!! ALSO check out Princess's new instagram page (yk the mood board above, now changing every chapter, all pictures are just ideas not actually giving description to reader)

inside the world of king of your heart

playlist

series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

Weddings always bring people together. But the bachelor party is what makes people friends for life. It was a 3 day weekend traveling to the mountains of Washington.

It was a guy's trip but Will thought it wouldn't be a true guys' weekend if you weren't there, you were buzzing with excitement quite literally when the first activity on the list was getting tattooed with personal call names, everyone getting it in normal places, wrists, arms, backs, but you opted for a more teasing spot. 

Frankie gives you a confused smile when the artist takes you to a private room away from the open floor plan. You waved at him cheekily before disappearing into the studio. The scratch of the needle pistoning into the flesh of your ass made you smile and start laughing. Life was fun again. You had everyone where you wanted them, not running when things got good. 

Frankie accompanied a knock on the door frame with his eyes squeezed tight. You looked at the artist and nodded an okay. Frankie steps in and shuts the curtain, he opens to you on your stomach with just a g-string on and your shirt pushed up right under the curve of your breasts. 

"How did I know that you would do this?" Frankie chuckles taking a seat across from you.

"You say I'm just so predictable." You smile sweetly, Frankie was trying to calm himself seeing you half-naked. It wasn't supposed to be sexual, he's seen everything without the sexual context but you laid out on the chair getting 'Princess' inked into your skin forever aroused him. 

"That you are," Frankie spreads his legs further apart, and you bite back a giggle when you see the hard-on he had. When the artist finished cleaning up your skin and adding some Aquaphor to the ink before leaving you to get some aftercare supplies, you walked up to the full-length mirror, your Vans showing your ankles off deliciously, the studio lighting contours your curves, you popped out your hip holding your phone at an angle to snap a photo your plump ass branded with the fucking call name. Frankie was just in awe looking at how gorgeous you were and that you were his. 

You took a couple of pictures, a smile on your face walking over to Frankie. You straddle his lap, grabbing his hands and placing them on the top of your ass. "Smile for the camera Frankie" You cooed, arching your back to mold into him and turning your toros to face the mirror, snapping a picture displaying your tattoo with Frankie's hands feeling you up. 

Frankie helps you get dressed before the artist comes back with your aftercare kit. You showed off the tattoo to the guys with a zoomed-in picture, you had a smile on your face that Frankie hadn't seen in a long time. Genuine happiness to be with your friends, the loving princess coming back after months of hatred.

"You're a genius, Princess. Alright, I want mine on my ass," Benny started to unbuckle his belt, stripped down to his underwear. You squeal out a laugh and slap your hand over your eyes. Will and Pope tell Benny to put his clothes back on. Will threw the jeans at Ben who was trying to argue that if you can do it then so can him. "C'mon guys I need someone to match with me," You tried to help Ben's case. 

Then everyone looked to Frankie, "Fuck no. I'm not doing it," Frankie shakes his head and backs away. The guys looked at you and waited for you to break down Frankie. "Please...for me?" You stick out your bottom lip and walk over to Frankie swaying your hips. 

You stand in front of him and start taking off his belt. Frankie stands at attention and is fighting with himself on the inside. "I'll let you lick my tattoo and I'll lick yours," You stood on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear. Frankie felt his face flush and his pants tightened around his thighs. 

"I'll do it...You're one hell of a negotiator, could've used you in the service." Frankie breaks and you laugh at how simple men are, Frankie can be broken down by sex. You spin around on your heels and smile at the guys.

"Boys, he's gonna do it," You announced, Ben was getting his arm tatted and holding onto Pope's hand quickly dropping it when you looked at them. Will was sitting and waiting for all of this to be over. 

Frankie sighs when he is escorted to the privacy studio. You follow right behind and take a seat in front of Frankie.

"The shit I do for you," Frankie grunts when the needle starts buzzing into his plump...yes...plump ass. You whistled when you saw his skin jiggle from the vibrations. When his tattoo was finished you called everyone in for a show. 

"Catfish has a fat ass," Benny is marveled by Frankie. 

"Okay. That's it shows over." Frankie carefully pulls up his underwear and jeans. "I'll be looking forward to your end of the bargain, Princess."

The weekend started with a simple dinner then stopping at a bar for drinks. Will didn't want anything crazy for a bachelor party, just everyone chilling out in the mountains. It was romantic almost, you and Frankie got a separate cabin from the rest of them. You would end the night with a bottle of wine and Frankie running your bath. He went all out for the last night in Washington. 

You walk into the bathroom, illuminated by the soft amber glow of the candles, milky water, and roses in the bath. An expensive bottle of champagne waiting for you. 

"You're getting too soft on me, Catfish," You giggle when he starts to unzip your black tube dress that you wore for the big party night. You and Frankie dipped on the rest of them after a couple of drinks, all Frankie wanted to was go back and unwind with you. He would've waited until the party was over but you started to get too drunk, trading drinks with random people at the bar and then proceeding climbing on top of Frankie after making Pope take a picture of just you. 

"You know we call you 'Princess' for a reason?" Frankie chuckles when you slurred- whatever man- you grab the bottle of champagne and sip from the bottle. You were trying to let Frankie be a boyfriend and spoil you. It was an internal battle with your heart and your brain, you want the romance but the logical side says it's too much. 

Frankie helps you step and submerge into the bath, you rest your arms on the side of the tub holding the bottle in your right hand. He slips the hair tie from your wrist, brushing your hair with his fingers and getting your hair out of your face. Small tendrils of hair escape from the ponytail, framing your face. Frankie loved how he could see every detail of your face and the curve of your neck going down to your shoulders. You always look so delicate when you show your natural features when he helps you take off your makeup. 

"What?" You murmured closing your eyes, loving the feeling of the hot water at your favorite temperature. Frankie kisses the top of your head. "I think you look so delicate with your hair out of your face." Frankie's eyes dance around your face. 

"Hmm...delicate, that's a Taylor Swift song...I used to..." You spew nonsense, your mind growing tired from the night you had and the champagne making you feel fuzzy.

"Used to what?"

"Cry to it after we slept together..." You had enough liquid courage to open your heart to Frankie. You remember hearing it when you were shopping for lingerie after the first sleeping with Frankie. When you and him were breaking the rules, you fell in with the lyrics and then started connecting to your life. 

Frankie didn't know if he should be upset about the fact he was a reason for your crying or be flattered that you let your heart swim out to him. 

"Why?" 

"Just thought it fitted us...the girl going for the guy." You opened one eye and smiled at Frankie who had a shy smile on his face. You were right again. You were the one to take a step forward, even if it was asking for sex but here he was sitting on the floor of the bathroom keeping you company while you were in the bath after a night out with the friends. Taking care of you, cherishing your drunken truthful mind sharing your thoughts, and taking in your beauty in the candle glow. 

"You got me, baby," Frankie could see the tears stream from your eyes. You were swimming deep in emotions. You are safe, you have Frankie. Nothing else matters in the world. Could you swim out too far and Frankie gets tired of swimming? You blink away the tears and stare at the ceiling. Why does being in love have to hurt?

"How can you love me after everything?" You say not looking at Frankie. He holds his breath, loving you was easy. It was like breathing. Frankie just loved you, he had to love you or he wouldn't survive. 

"Despite everything you did to me...you are the love of my life and I can't help but love you. You know how love is...it makes you wear rose-colored glasses, and I'll wear them for the rest of my life if that means you are mine." Frankie didn't care that he was insane for getting back together with you. It was easy. You were easy. You are different from every person he knows—a woman with intimacy issues and a bleeding heart for the one person she wants. 

You rolled your head to the side and looked at Frankie, he was insane. The restlessness was clawing from deep inside you but diminished when Frankie stopped being just a friend. He is your life now. Your partner who loves you for everything good and bad that comes with you. 

"I am so sorry, Frankie...for everything. You didn't deserve any of that. I want you to know how fucking sorry I am. I love you." Your voice coated with a sob stuck in your throat. Do your words matter at this point? You tell him that you love him but is it enough?

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Musical Ramble Part 2: References/Parallels

More on this brain rot because I’m losing my mind over it

I thought of moments and scenes from the movie (because if we’re gonna adapt this into a musical, we’re gonna need to use the movie more than the book just because of the limitation of theatre) that sort of draw parallels to songs and moments from musicals I know:

Their initial feud and quips from the opening scenes remind me of “What is this Feeling” from Wicked, which in the musical, is literally the start of Glinda and Elphaba’s enemies-to-friends arc. Plus this part would be so funny with Henry:

Yes, there's been some confusion

For you see, my room-mate is

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar

And altogether quite impossible to describe

Blonde

Matthew literally posted this parallel on his Instagram story a few days ago: The get low moment in the movie is so similar to the dance in West Side Story, so imagine an upbeat fun party song where everyone is dancing and suddenly it’s just the two of them staring at each other while their motif plays

The Red Room/ First Hook Up/ Polo scene fits perfectly with Bad Idea from Waitress, I mean Alex initially calls them a beautiful mistake in the books, and just look at the lyrics:

Heart, keep racing

Let's make mistakes

Let us say, "So what?"

And make worse what was already pretty bad

This secret is safe

No reason to throw it away when there's love to be had

Hold me tight as I tell myself that you might make sense

And make good what has been just so bad

Let's see this through

It's a pretty good bad idea

Me and you

Plus in the actual show, the reprise is literally just the three couples having very enthusiastic sex, and again, lyrics:

Hearts keep racing

There’s no mistaking

We can’t come back from this

Good, ’cause I want more of what I had

It feels so good to…

Feels so good…

To be bad

To be bad

Take this bad idea and walk this wire

Throw your spark into oil and fire

Chance won’t come every single day

So don’t throw it away

Don’t throw it away

We might burn but we might get saved

I don’t feel much fire at all these days

Feels so good to

Feels so good to be

Bad

The Emails can be done like “Take a Break” from Hamilton, where Angelica and Hamilton, or Alex and Henry are on different, opposite parts of the stage, left and right, or like in Hamilton, Alex working on the campaign on the base stage, while Henry’s on the balcony, taking turns singing their letters/emails out, we could even add the cute signatures from the book every time they finish their own verse, and the chorus could be a harmony sang together about how much they miss each other, plus Hamilton and Angelica are literally in America and London respectively and Take a Break has this line:

And there you are an ocean away

Do you have to live an ocean away?

Thoughts of you subside

Then I get another letter

And I cannot put the notion away

I thought of the Waterloo Letters paralleling the Reynolds Pamphlet from Hamilton, but on second thought although they’re both about “affairs”, the Firstprince one is a genuinely loving and monogamous relationship unlike the extra-marital sexual affair Hamilton had, and in Hamilton, we see it from other people’s perspective like Jefferson, Maddison, Philip and Angelica, but in RWRB both the book and movie show us the reaction of Henry and Alex, the two people directly involved. Plus in terms of emotions, Reynold Pamphlet feels damning on Hamilton, while the Waterloo Letters feel heart-breaking on Henry and Alex. But the staging of letters flying around and everyone reading it like crazy would translate pretty well

That’s all I can think of for now but this was really fun!!! I’ll definitely write again when I think of more

Finding GiFs and formatting for this was so exhausting and took me more time and writing the actual post, I'll add the rest later when I figure out where tf the gifs I want are and how to format this properly

Part 1 / Part 3

[herrscherofmagic]

does anyone else get that weird feeling when you can look at a bajillion different art styles and go "yeah that's neat! love it! so cool!" and then as soon as you do absolutely any of your own drawing, there's just a constant alarm going off in your head saying "THIS IS INCORRECT AND IF YOU DON'T FIX IT, IT WILL LOOK TERRIBLE AND ANATOMICALLY INACCURATE" despite it being nothing different from all those other art styles you see and love??? like "uncanny valley" but w/ all your own artwork and almost all the time

like I was just thinking about this, because there's lots of awesome artists I follow on Instagram & Tumblr that have interesting styles that don't necessarily follow real-life human proportions. It's often different variants of anime art but that's not always the case, and across pretty much all these different styles you have different things like how the contours of the face are (i.e. chin, cheeks), or the size/spacing of eyes, or the way the mouth is drawn

but it's just occurred to me that whenever I draw, there's pretty much always a constant nagging feeling, that I have to fix every anatomical or rendering mistake and if I don't then it just won't look "right", and that's one of the biggest things that stops me from completing 99% of my art

like earlier today I posted a 10-minute sketch, and it was obviously not "good anatomy"- it was pure vibes, just drawing what felt right in the moment and immediately posting it without trying to correct anything at all. and as soon as I did it, it hit me- that was probably the first time I've ever just created a piece of art for fun with virtually zero concern about "accuracy". Everything else I ever work on is always constantly drawn-out and changed and modified endlessly because it never feels "correct" and I don't feel like I can proceed with it.

today I've spent more than 3 hours just practicing how to draw heads, and it was the same thing. I was doing okay, but it took ages to get through even the simple parts like drawing straight from an anatomy ref. and it drives me insane not just because of perfectionism or whatever... but the fact that there's not a single "correct" human figure.

There's a ton of natural variation in how people appear, that's why we're all unique ffs! Different people have differently-shaped faces, their noses look different, their cheeks are different, their foreheads can be different, the wrinkles or freckles or eyebrows or eye shape or X Y Z are all varied and unique among different people.

Of course there are certain basic proportions and principles, you don't put someone's eyes on the back of their head, but I know all the basic proportions at this point and I've made a ridiculous amount of figure drawings both live and from photo, quite literally hundreds of drawings ranging from 1-3 minute gestures all the way to 1-, 2-, 3-hour-long works.

So why is it that no matter who or what I draw there's always that piercing & uncanny feeling? that i'm never able to capture a likeness of someone whether real or fictional, whether I'm trying to draw realistically or stylized?? it feels like I'm still getting something fundamentally wrong all the time even when I've studied all the basics and so much more, and even when my own professors look at what I do and say it's correct.

it's probably the autism, since there's a ton of other things in life where I appreciate predictability and uniformity and certainty. math problems have correct answers, essays can have certain types of analysis, machines can be described in terms of mechanical principles. But art isn't like that, and I've had similar issues w/ my art classes before, I just never quite thought of it from this specific perspective. I knew I struggled with open-endedness in projects, but this feels like something even deeper and more infuriating than that >.>

going back to that sketch, I can look at it and see obvious simple mistakes that I didn't bother to fix because I kept it strictly to 10 minutes. the chin is an obvious one, for instance, and the eyes could be better too. but I don't want to go back to that artwork, partially because it's just a 10-min sketch and it's not really anything that profound, but also partially because even though I know I can make it better I'm scared that as soon as I start messing with it I'll never be able to look at it comfortably ever again because it'll always feel incorrect. Not incorrect because I didn't care but incorrect despite me caring so much. which feels so much worse than just making a silly mistake when you're drawing normally.

[theonlypastel]

Ok so I finally watched Dear Evan Hansen the movie like, 3 years after it came out (I know I know I’m late) but I feel like my review may be worth sharing so here it is… 3 years later :)

Dead Evan Hansen (2021) Directed by Stephen Chbosky

TW!! Mentions of depression, su!cide and anxiety

⚠️SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT ⚠️

Dead Evan Hansen is a six time Tony award winning musical that was adapted from the book by Steven Levenson that’s has since been adapted again into a movie.

The story is about Evan Hansen that struggles with depression and social anxiety that is so bad he can even order pizza on his own. He has an assignment from his therapist to write an encouraging letter to himself. Somehow that letter ends up in the hands of Conner Murphy, the school outcast. Assuming that this was some joke letter for Conner to find (because of some mentions of his sister Zoe) he takes it and it’s seen for a few days. Turns out Conner committed suicide and his family assume that the letter that he had was his last note for Evan, leading them to believe that Evan is Conners “best and most dearest friend”. For the rest of the story Evan has to keep up this facade of being Conners friend to keep the peace.

I totally recommend watching the movie, musical, reading the book, or listening to the soundtrack to fully get the story if you don’t already.

I did take some notes about the movie while I was watching it so here are a few:

The original opening song isn’t there…

The character portrayals are good I think

The new song “Anonymous ones” is just 🤌🏾 chefs kiss

Kinda interesting how Larry is the Stepfather in this one

Fannon Conner meeting Cannon Conner with the music writing I loveee

A few songs are missing

You will be found will never fail to make me cry like a baby

Evan has some character development 👍🏾

Characters

Evan:

Quite an interesting character in terms of the decisions he makes. In every iteration he ends up going all in on lying to not only Conner ms Family but also the friends that he makes AND his mom. For most of the move she doesn’t even know what the Murphy’s were doing for Evan. A lot of people (myself included) don’t think that someone with this severe of anxiety would pull some stunt like this and keep it going for so long. I think he would have ended it sooner but that’s just my opinion.

Conner:

What’s so interesting about Conner in every retell of this story is that we don’t even know what he’s like. Like at all. We only know the fabricated Conner that Evan makes up for the same of his lie. He’s only on screen as the real real Conner for what 25-30 mins of the entire movie? We get so see a little bit of Conner through Mrs. Murphy but it’s only what she remembers of him. (I’m fully convinced she’s a “boy mom” but that’s just me) I have no idea if Conners character gets fleshed out in the books, but from everything else he basically is an anonymous person that we as a fandom have actually created also and I think that’s kinda the whole point of the character.(wow props to the author for real)

Alana:

I really love Alana’s characterization in this movie. Her being so dedicated to her cause of making people feel known and loved because she also feels that way is honestly kinda beautiful. Actually she was so committed to it that she shared what she thought was Conners last letter to Evan on instagram, just to get some money for ‘The Conner Project’(mental health awareness project). Her new song ‘ Anonymous Ones’ also adds to her motives also I think.

Zoe:

Zoe is Conners sister but, it definitely feels like she doesn’t like being his sister. For the majority of the story she talks down on Connor even after realizing everything that he went through, she still asked Evan to stop talking about Conner as they started dating. (which I think was the start of Evan’s downfall—like he is literally immersed in the Murphys life as their new son and he almost forgets about him.) Like I said she does have some kind of emotional breakthrough in ‘You will be found’ but that got overrides quite quickly. It makes sense though, she didn’t have the greatest relationship with Connor, and even after he died. It was only after Evan admitted to the less when she really felt the gravity of the situation which I thought was a good point to add(or maybe I’m over thinking it and it wasn’t intentional who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️)

The Adults (Mr and Mrs Murphy & Ms Hansen):

The adults play an interesting role in this story, mostly because they aren’t the main focus not even the Murphys. Evan’s struggle with being truthful is the main point of the story, but all of the adults kind of aid his points of progress. Ms Hansen acting as the voice of reason and the Murphys being a constant reminder of Evan’s lie.

Mrs Murphy is fully convinced from the start that Evan was Connor’s friend because of her attachment to him. We learn in this film that even when he was going through substance abuse and extreme aggression, she was still holding on to the younger Connor. That’s where her version of Connor comes from. Mr Murphy seems the be the least phased about Connor’s death besides Zoe, at least at first. Then during the scene that replaced ‘To break in a glove’ he breaks down reminiscing about Connor’s younger years, he finally lets himself feel the grief of loosing his son.

Ms Hansen doesn’t even know what is going on in her son’s life but she is still quite supportive of him. She encourages him to genuinely make friends and to take his therapy assignments seriously because she wants to see him grow.

The Movie

Ok the real reason I wanted to take a look at and review this movie is because of the public backlash it is getting. I’ve seen a lot of things saying that it was bad because of either the performances, the casting choices (particularly Ben Platt reprising his role as Evan looking like a grown man) or even just the characterization. My honest opinion, it’s kinda good, and I’m not saying that just because I biased to musicals (even though I am-). I’m of the idea that real stories are good stories. Why don’t think that the musical received 6 Tony awards? The movie follows the musical quite closely, give or take a few songs and other things(even though I think ‘good for you’ should have stayed because it really brings to light how Evan lying to like everyone really affected people instead of watering it down like the movie yes Evan does realize the gravity of the situation and try to find people that actually knew Connor but it’s not the same). Many of the things that people don’t like about the film were already in the musical. Most people didn’t like Evan’s decision to continue the lie, some of the apathy coming from Zoe, the demonization(for lack of a better word) of Connor’s mental illness, etc. The thing is all of the elements were already in the musical. Even if this was a stand alone film, it’s still ok cause like I said I think that real stories are good stories. All of the feelings that Zoe feels, the decisions Evan makes(albeit slightly out of character) everything is a reflection of real emotions and that is pretty cool to me. So dislike it all you want but it is what it is🤷🏾‍♀️ [as for the other songs it was fine without them but I still think they should have been included because they help push the story forward.

Yea the Musical is obviously better and yea the movie itself could have use some work and some casting changes(I’m looking at you Ben Platt—a grown man playing a 17/18 y/o—i mean if you want to change the whole cast and not bring the OBC back COMMIT) but it’s not as bad as it could been. And believe me there are plenty bad musical to movie productions.

Oh man I procrastinated getting this out for so long but here it is. Also I’m finally out of school so there should be more frequent updates hopefully. Anyways tell me if you agree or disagree on the comments and one thing you would change about the movie :)

<3

[hartz-penny]

idk where to post about this bc i kinda just need a void.

the last month i've been regularly talking to this guy, not just some random match off of hinge / bumble / tinder, but my instagram crush. he was a teacher from relatively close to me who ended up on my explore page and i thought he was really cute. i followed him two years ago, and despite a lil bit of delulu thinking he'd maybe find me cute and we would fall madly in love, i knew it would probably be just a one-sided thing.

couple of years ago, i replied to something he posted, we had a brief convo in DM, but went nowhere. i noticed around this time that he had a wedding ring on in videos so i really began to just erase the hope of any reciprocation.

i always really liked his content (it was all either really positive stuff or "millennial teacher" content) so every so often i'd reply to a story, again getting just a quick "thanks!" or smile back.

then a month ago (quite literally almost to the day), i replied to a story and we started having an actual conversation. then he seemed to start getting flirty, and i quickly checked any and all of his recent videos to see if that wedding ring was still in them, it didn't appear to be there anymore. so i flirted back. and we had a really nice long convo. i went to bed, hoping maybe he would venture into my DMs again.

the next day he did, and the next, and we continued to talk and get to know each other and flirt pretty much every day. he was really funny, we'd send goofy pictures, we'd get a little spicy with our convos.

from my insta snooping and having had followed him for 2 years, i knew he had a kid, and i hoped and assumed he'd bring it up when ready and necessary. he brought it up the 3rd day we were chatting. he was a "full time solo dad of two" (the two surprised me). while i'd spent most of the last year moving towards the "i don't want kids" side, i don't hate kids, we hadn't even gone on a date yet, and he had a lot of really, really great qualities, so despite his "i won't be offended if the kid thing scares you off" i said that it didn't. this did however make planning an eventual date trickier especially since we lived about an hour and a bit away from each other.

but we continued to chat every day, and he was refreshingly honest with me, very forthcoming that although he really liked some of our spicy conversations, he liked just chatting with me and getting to know me. it was so great, i was enjoying conversation in a way thats normally tricky when you've never met them in person, i was so excited to see where this would go, even though i didn't know when that first date would happen.

then this week got a little weird. we chatted as normal monday morning / afternoon, and then monday evening my message stayed at "sent" for way longer than normal, i figured "oh he's probably dealing with kid stuff like the other night", tuesday comes, i send a meme, a goofy picture when i'm at work, it stays at "sent" vs. "seen". i start checking if he unfollowed me and he hadn't, he viewed my story when i posted those, but i was still like "weird, but again, he's probably just busy". finally last night he replied (his kid was sick) and i felt so much better. we sent goofy pictures back and forth, and we ended the convo completely normally.

then this morning, i open insta and i'm on my profile, and i notice my follower count had dropped and it was just one of those "i know" moments. he hadn't just unfollowed me, i was blocked.

literally as recent as sunday he was telling me how he wants to just sit on the couch and watch a reality show that i like with me, that he wants to figure out how we'd tell my parents that he has kids, and then this.

i'm just so confused, and so hurt, and i once again feel like i will always be the one duped by guys, even when its someone who on paper, very much doesn't seem like the type.

[dhivyavignesh]

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[lixiesfreckless]

I AM MONTHS LATE TO REVIEW THIS BUT ANYTHING WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING POORLY SO HERE'S MY (totally unbiased and objectively correct) OPINION ON THIS SERIES(spoilers ahead):

oooooooh this right here? peak fanfiction. dare I say hardly fiction at all, if you know what I mean.

lowkey I need everyone that is even a LITTLE bit into stan culture or fandom culture to sit down and read this like, yesterday.

there are things in this fic that had me questioning whether the author had previously been an idol. or knew someone who worked in the industry. I know fanfiction is inherently, well, fiction, but I wholeheartedly believe that this story has happened several times in real life. this isn't just a story that the author decided to tell, I genuinely think this is an untold story for many idols that we love, and to me that makes them so much more human.

I think as a collective we kpop stans tend to forget that the people that make the music we like aren't perfect. aren't any different from the consumer, have hopes and dreams that might not have anything to do with their current job and I think the industry AND the viewers need to hold ourselves accountable for the pedestals we trap these people on. it's honestly not fair and inhumane a lot of the time too.

and I think this story does a damn near perfect job of portraying that. seeing the behind the scenes of what goes on behind every instagram post, every hate comment, every curated article and pointed photo, all of it. at the end of the day kpop idols are real people that are just trying to get by. and they fall in love and make mistakes and say things they don't mean when their emotions cloud their judgement.

I originally wanted this review to be more about me screaming about how sunwoo could break my jaw with his [redacted] and I would tell him thank you, and I still feel that way, but I think this fic highlights something more important that I think all kpop fans need to understand.

everything we see in kpop is almost always severely reviewed and edited and perfectly crafted so that we, the consumer, will either like it, or hate it. we do not know these people, we only know as much as they are allowed to show us, and until they're no longer under a contract we need to stop pretending that we do.

honestly the scene where they were planning to ruin sunwoo's career just because they thought they would financially recover from that thanks to mvne's success BROKE me. it makes me wonder how many under the table transactions have happened in the past to guarantee something else stays afloat. quite literally had me rethinking every scandal we saw and bought into ever since I got into kpop in 2019.

and that kind of eye opening writing, as fun, and spicy, and heartwarming, and funny as it is and can be, needs to be read by everyone.

you know how in the movie ratatouille Ego shows up to Gusteau's and when it's time to order, he asks the waiter for some "perspective?"

that is this fic. I ordered some sunwoo shenanigans and got a plate of decadent, heart wrenching, pearl-clutching, jaw dropping perspective. and all I have left to say is damn. I wish I could read it for the first time again.

thank you melty, for this masterpiece. I'll recommend it to every deobi that dares to ask for recs <3

❥between two breaths (m)

↳ Navigating the realm of transitioning from fan-turned-trainee is difficult enough for you, but only half as difficult as the challenge of navigating the fact that your relationship with Sunwoo has long since moved beyond fan-and-idol to a very secret friendship.

And worse than that, is the way that your forced proximity is going to continue to evolve, and your long held decision to never take things a step further will truly be put to the test. Perhaps at the cost of both of your careers.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [105k wc COMPLETE] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 + authors notes

note from the author: for narrative purposes, company details have been altered from reality. additionally, though this work is meant to include certain aspects of idol and trainee life, details pertaining to weight management and diet culture have been mostly if not wholly omitted on account of the fact that i do not like them and i think they're bad <3. all characters in this work should be assumed to be aged 20 and above.

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖: 𝕡𝕣𝕖-𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕥

𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝚝𝚠𝚘 | 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 | 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕨���: 𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕥

𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 | 𝚜𝚒𝚡 | 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 | 𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖

𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 | 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

[crystals-and-cosmos]

{flashfic} Braids

I have watched way too many videos of book repairing, and this is the immediate result.

Characters: Yuna D. Kaito, Akiho Shinomoto Rating: T Tags: fluff, book repair, braiding hair, vaguely sensual vibes Warnings: none Summary: A small fragment of daily life. Akiho: 16-17 years old Kaito: they haven't found a cure for him yet. Word count: 253 A/N at the end of the flashfic. English is not my first language; keep that into consideration.

Akiho had been sitting at her desk for about 5 hours, pausing only 15 minutes for a quick snack. This book was due for tomorrow, and she couldn’t wait to see the reaction of her customer once he saw how successful the repair had been.

Kaito was sitting on an armchair of their studio, checking out a magic book. Looking up, he couldn’t help but notice how the girl’s blonde locks were dangerously close to get dirty with the PVA glue she was generously spreading over the spine of the text block. Carelessness while working generally meant Akiho was quite tired.

“Akiho-san...may I?” Akiho felt Kaito approaching, his gentle hands carefully taking a hold of her soft locks from behind, bringing them on her back and away from the dangerous glue. Then, she realized he had started braiding her hair. Her cheeks colored slightly, while her eyes stayed fixed on the brush she was holding, hovering over the book. By now, she was used to having Kaito at various degrees of proximity, but every time his fingers brushed on her nape, the tingle they sent through her entire body made it impossible to focus on the task at hand.

“Thank you...” she said when she realized he had finished, feeling the braid with her fingers, her voice quivering almost unnoticeably. “Did you take interest into hair braiding, lately?” she asked while turning around, amused.

Kaito's back was already promptly turned on her, walking to the bookcase to put his book away. “Not particularly”.

Author's Note:

Well, there isn't much to say about this one, lol. It was a very impulsive writing after I had spent my free time at work watching book repair reels on Instagram. I was absolutely delighted to know from the special chapter that Akiho decided to pursue seriously a career related to books, so my brain obviously needed to know more about this kind of job. Turns out I was quite fascinated by it and I promised myself I would try to embed it into my fics as much as possible, portraying it in a realistic way. I learned terms like "text block", learned that a lot of PVA glue is involved into the process, as well as "japanese paper" for torn pages. Sometimes you need to literally scrape off old adhesive with sandpaper, and that made me realize that's why Akiho is working next to an open window in the special chapter, even if it seems it's still quite cold by how thick her and Kaito's pullovers look. Wow, CLAMP's attention to details.

Then, of course, I couldn't miss the chance to tiptoe into the "intimacy" territory, by having Kaito braiding Akiho's hair...I think it's a very nice and underrated way to indicate the closeness and skinship already present between them at that time.

If you understand Kaito's behavior at the end of the fic -> congrats, you passed the Kaito test!! 😂

[dollycas]

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[bbina]

"y/n? it's me, can i come in?"

eunseok knocks on your door, an ear pressed on the doorframe as he listens for any movement

sungchan worriedly looks over at eunseok after a moment of silence. eunseok huffs and knocks again, this time a little louder incase you were just asleep. yet the two were still met with silence

that is until eunseok hears your sniffling from the other side of the door. now there was a 50/50 chance that your door was unlocked, and eunseok being your older brother, took that gamble. what could go wrong with opening your door (he did knock twice..)

and lo and behold, your door was unlocked this entire time. the two twin towers head inside your room only to be met with the sight of you crying on your bed

“stop moping around” you hear eunseok speak. you didn’t even notice he entered your room, your cries blocking the sound of him knocking. too emotional to even look up from your bed, your mind too heavy to even face your own brother

“y/n” he calls out, tapping on your leg as you quite literally give him no response. not even bothering to look at him.

you lay still.

you feel like absolute shit. your mind going haywire as you think about almost every possible outcome from your dilemma with wonbin. the consequences of your actions from the start finally caught up with you as you dwell in your mistakes.

you sniffle and eunseok sighs.

"he left seok... and i haven't even explained everything to him" you sobbed, finally looking at your brother. your eyes widened when you noticed sungchan was also with eunseok

"oh, i didn't know you were here too..." you mumbled, referring to sungchan while trying to hide your crying face from him.

sungchan smiles sheepishly, "eunseok called me"

you glared at eunseok for even thinking of calling sungchan for backup just because you haven't left your room all day. can't a girl cry her eyes out in peace?

"so would you like to tell us what's going on?" eunseok sits on your bed as he watches you intently.

with a sad sigh, you pick your phone up from the bed and started showing eunseok and sungchan the receipts you have. from wonbin's instagram story that he was at the station, to your unanswered texts and dms you've sent to wonbin for the past 2 days

"y/n, you literally broke his heart and you expect him to act the same?" eunseok grimaces, reading through all your texts. he was internally cringing at how desperate you were

"you didn't have to put it in that way!" your lips quivered at the reminder of what you did, "i didn't mean to.. if anything it was sungchan's fault!" you exclaim

"me?!" sungchan blurts out, pointing to himself

"now let's not shift the blame here... YOU initiated your little setup with wonbin when you had that stupid ass crush on sungchan.. and now that it backfired on you, you don't know what to do" eunseok points out, jabbing your forehead with his index finger

you flop back down on the bed, scrolling through your endless text messages to wonbin. not a single text of yours was read. you frowned at the memory of you doing the same to wonbin just almost a week ago. now that the tables have turned, it came right back to bite you in the ass

"the least you could do is give the guy some space and not bombard him further. it's almost like you're trying to manipulate or gaslight him into thinking that all this time you liked him when in fact you didn't... or did you?"

eunseok takes a second to pause, looking at your face for a reaction with what he just said. he had a little hypothesis with himself that there was actually no way you didn't like wonbin back in any way. with the way you're acting right now? you might as well just admit to him (and sungchan) that you like or liked wonbin at some point in your little arrangement

your silence just gave eunseok the answer he needed

‘it all makes sense now..’ eunseok thinks to himself as he watches you stay silent

you like wonbin.

“you like wonbin” eunseok says with a bit of amusements in his voice

you snap your head towards your brother with a puzzled look on your face. you like wonbin? you do but not in that way. wait, no you don’t. do you? you’re not even sure. in retrospect you did ended up knowing wonbin quite well. you’ve grown accustomed to his little habits. maybe you’re just used to having wonbin around that you forgot what it’s like to be on your own. has wonbin become something more in your life without you realizing?

“i don’t like him” you deny, brows furrowed as you try to ignore the weird feeling in your stomach. no you don't, you didn't possibly like him, he was just your distraction from your previous feelings for sungchan, “at least not in that way you're trying to say..”

eunseok purses his lips and gives you a look. a look that basically means to stop lying to yourself

“you wouldn’t act like you just got your heart broken if you didn’t like him one way or another, y/n.” sungchan butts in. wondering how you can’t see through your actions

eunseok suddenly starts laughing and smacks sungchan on his back

"not you giving my own sister advice when you were the reason why this all happened in the first place"

sungchan blushes and waves him off

"how would've i known if your sister liked me back then? i'm pretty sure she doesn't now already because..." sungchan trails off, making eye contact with eunseok before nodding. must be their own little twin telepathy

"she likes wonbin"

"she likes wonbin"

they both say at the same time like the twins from the shining. it scared you a little with how on sync they were, and even coming up with the same conclusion at the same time

you watch as the two idiots nod their head in unison like they just discovered something grand, talking amongst themselves at how they were basically playing detective

but the question still remains. do you like wonbin?

you start to reminisce all the times you've shared with wonbin. from the first time he saw you cry and wiped your tears, the time you first snuck out with him by the beach to listen to him play the guitar, to the time he first sat next to you in the car, to the little grocery trip, to the time you helped him cook, to that one dinner where he basically saved you from embarrassment, to the time he comforted you, the times he stayed up with you til you fell asleep, to literally every waking moment since that night

and how could you forget your first kiss with the boy you claim you don't like?

with everything going on, you couldn’t just bring yourself to reflect and admit your true feelings. you needed a few days to compose and sort yourself out before doing something that may or may not possibly ruin what you had left with wonbin (if you even had any left)

you want to fix this mess you’ve caused. you want to make amends to wonbin, you want wonbin back in your life.. but how?

"even if i do like him, what do i do now? he's probably elsewhere living life and i'm stuck here with regret" you say defeated, looking down at your lap. "i'm probably too late to even explain things" you chuckled bitterly

eunseok and sungchan both look at each other before looking at you. even they don't know what to do. eunseok reaches over and pats your head

"just give this some time. time heals everything and just.. go with the flow. he'll come around eventually" eunseok says, stroking your hair as an attempt to cheer you up

"we're always here if you need anything!" sungchan adds, attempting to lift the mood as well

with a sigh, you look up at the two boys in front of you. "thanks guys" you say with a sad smile, "but this is between me and wonbin.. i'm at fault here so i have to be the one to make it up to him"

sungchan gives eunseok a look

"not sure how i'll do it but i'll find a way.. i always do"

"that's the y/n i know" sungchan chirps

eunseok gives you a curt nod and a dad smile. "you know where to find me"

not a little later, the two boys leave your room to do something else (totally not because you kicked them out) and now you were left alone with your thoughts. thoughts that you clearly need to sort out before you do anything

taking eunseok's advice, your plan for now is just let time do it's thing

between the lines ★ time

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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★ notes .ᐟ this is lowkey bad but i needed an interval!!!! ANYWAYZ are we getting somewhere

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