Paul Simms saying "that's his boss" as if Jesse Armstrong, creator of Succession and CEO of toxic workplace yaoi, isn't literally his creative consultant
i got this from a friend on discord, the whole video, the actual video of reasons to live outtake called the love scene, the whole video is almost 10 minutes, it's end at around 9:53. but the whole video is uhh very um nsfw and In order for this to be on here i decided to cut it at my favorite part because reasons, I tried sending the video through messages but the only thing you could send is photos for the time so sad noises there.
here's a mini part, I filter it so we can all see better and enjoy it!
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i desperately wanted you guys to see it when I first got the video but Tumblr is unable to send videos through messages yet, sooo yeah...
dan mora drew superbat and thats very cool of him but i think we need to appreciate the real hero here, the absolutely fucking chad who had the balls to commission that
I love Homelander so damn much that I'm jealous of this new character that apparently may be a love interest - the sparkler lady 馃槶 I'm so dumb lol But I just want him to stay single so I can self ship damnit She is super pretty tho and has a cool outfit but I want her over THERE so I can have Homie
aww darling, don't you fret! totally valid to have mixed or negative feelings. i don't think you're dumb. you're attached, and we already know that our brains don't efficiently differentiate between fictional and real crushes. if it makes you feel any better, i sincerely doubt any canonical love interest is going to go well for Homelander lol
i hope there can at least be some excitement for the inevitable inspiration all us writers are gonna get from HL having a love interest again. i can't stomach any of the scenes with SF, so i'm really excited about the prospect of getting some food i can actually enjoy between him and Firecracker, however fucked up and weird it might be (fingers crossed for fucked up and weird in ways i specifically enjoy)
i agree with you in that i really like her design, and her accent is super cute. i'm practically vibrating at the thought of getting to see Homelander being a giddy boyfriend. i just know the whole fandom is gonna pop off when season 4 drops, and there will still be lots and LOTS of fic for the self shippers and x reader enjoyers 馃枻
man at the end of this one fever partner dance duet or whatever it鈥檚 called, yosuke makes a gesture to yu that i鈥檓 like 90% certain is just the worlds worst salute (where his fingers clip into his eye and forehead lmao) but it looks so astonishingly like he鈥檚 blowing a kiss, it鈥檚 insane
the idea of pyrrha having been in love with john is so annoying not only because it's another example of people making a hash of the text in order to strip g1deon of his personality, but also because the way john talks about pyrrha is gross. like you have the way that he dismisses p-'s talent with a gun and makes fun of the fact that she didn't complete secondary school in ntn, and then you have john and augustine objectifying her in htn. and you think she loved him?
i think alex wouldn't necessarily mind being a rebound for mc. but. i do think they would worry too much about her and her feelings and her potential later regrets as well as feeling like they might be taking advantage of her to the point where it wouldn't end up happening. if they could convince her to go home and get some rest and food they'd do that instead. BUT. if it were in a situation where she's trying to rebound and is just willing to Take Anyone (like what if she schmoozed her way into Minotaur's pants????? very dangerous) they would do what they have to to ensure her safety even if that means being the rebound 馃
note : this is just a tiny brainrot because i needed to get this out of my head or i would have exploded haha....
your roommate... was undeniably handsome.
you couldn't refute that even if it would have made his head bigger than it already is. your other friends had always gushed to you about how lucky you were to have such a pretty roommate, but you brushed their comments off. even if he was attractive, he wasn't your type.
messy orange hair that always fell in the right places despite how he slept, a single dimple in his cheek when he grins at his fullest, freckles that litter his skin as if he was kissed by the goddess of stars herself.
honestly, you wouldn't have batted an eye towards him, if it weren't for the fact that he has been invading your thoughts and driving you near insane because of it.
the first time you came to this conclusion was when you arrived home to the sight of your roommate in his boxers, your face nearly erupted from the heat that trickled from your chest to your face. the skin on his thigh, pale and milky, looked soft to the touch and you caught a glimpse of his stomach with the way he was laying down. his red hoodie had slipped up because of his position, giving you a hint of his skin, but you quickly averted your eyes when you realized you were ogling your poor roommate.
"ch-childe!" you stuttered out, flustered from seeing the sight in front of you. "what are you doing?!"
your roommate could only hum nonchalantly, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his phone as if he wasn't giving you a heart attack at that moment.
"is it a crime to relax in the comfort of my own home?" he replied, finally sparing a glance at you. however, your flustered appearance garnered his full attention.
deep blue focused on you, staring holes into your visage, but you couldn't muster the strength to look back at him. not with his messy hair and freckles that dust his cheeks like the stars in the endless night sky that you love so dearly.
before he could ask you what was wrong, you excused yourself into your room and twisted the lock in place in case he decided to heckle you some more.
from then on, you became hyperaware of how... attractive your roommate was and how often he came into close contact with you.
when you were cooking dinner the other night for the both of you, you didn't notice his figure leaning against the door frame as he watched you struggle to slice the vegetables needed for the curry you were making.
his chuckle made you jump, nearly dropping the knife in your hand in the process, but that moment was short lived when childe approached you and encased your hand in his own.
his hand was much larger than yours was, to your surprise, and they were calloused to the touch. despite the roughness of his skin over the top of your hand, you found yourself loving the touch and yearning for more.
his breath tickled the shell of you ear as he gave instructions on how to properly cut the vegetables, specifically the more difficult to cut ones, so that you wouldn't harm yourself. but you couldn't pay attention, not with his warm breath beside you, his warm hand encasing your own, and his scent enveloping you.
a waft of the ocean with subtle hints of citrus and laundry detergent.
or when you were catching lunch with him one day after classes and found yourself rambling on and on about a topic that suddenly came up and interested you.
you were mid sentence when your gaze shifted back to your dear roommate in front of you. the deep abyss that usually finds its home in childe's eyes were replaced with a much warmer shade of blue, the shade you would find inviting and calming when walking near the shore. his lips curve into a small smile as he rests his jaw on his hand, watching your every movement.
"why'd you stop?" he inquired when you trailed off, his soft lips moving with each syllable and you desperately craved for something you couldn't consume.
you couldn't take it anymore. the way he smiles at you as if you held the light that lit up his life, the way he calls out your name and brightens up the room with his toothy smile just because he caught a glimpse of you outside of your shared apartment.
every time. every single time he does something that garners your attention you have to deal with the consequences of your heart hammering against your chest and the heat that flows into every inch of your skin.
you couldn't deal with the reality of being in love with your roommate.