#Black Reel Awards

[greedandenby]

It's probably made the rounds already, but just in case you missed it, the Black Reel Awards have nominated Jacob Anderson for his outstanding performance in a drama series (Interview with the Vampire).

He's up against some pretty heavy hitters so don't get your hopes up too high, but you never know! Awards ceremony scheduled for January 2024.

[thejewofkansas]

Awards Season 2023-24: Awards Round-Up 2/6

This is the last Awards Round-Up of the season. There are a few groups that haven’t gone, but at this point it’s the guilds we’re interested in. Those’ll really point the way to what wins the Oscar. Today we have eight groups, including my hometown crew: Black Reel Awards (BRA) Chicago Indie Critics (CIC) Houston Film Critics Society (HFCS) Iowa Film Critics Association (IFCA) Kansas City…

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Ganadores de los Black Reel Awards 2024

#AmericanFiction destaca en los Black Reel Awards 2024, mientras que The Color Purple sorprende con tres reconocimientos.

En la edición 24 de los premios Black Reel destacan las siguientes películas ganadoras: ‘American Fiction’ logra seis premios, entre ellos el de Mejor Película. ‘The Color Purple’ obtiene nueve premios. Danielle Brooks gana a Interpretación de Soporte por esta película.   the color purple maxmovies fb   Lista de ganadores de los Black Reel Awards 2024   MEJOR PELÍCULA American Fiction  The…

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Beyoncé - Work It Out 2002

"Work It Out" is the debut solo single by American singer-songwriter Beyoncé. It was released on June 11, 2002, as the lead single from the soundtrack album to the film Austin Powers in Goldmember, in which Beyoncé stars as Foxxy Cleopatra. It was later included on international editions of Beyoncé's debut studio album, Dangerously in Love (2003). Beyoncé co-wrote the song with its producers, Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo. It is an R&B song which incorporates elements of 1960s and 1970s funk and post-disco.

The song was generally well received by music critics, many of whom complimented its retro style and various influences. It has been credited as the beginning of Beyoncé's career as a successful solo artist, after fulfilling a career as the lead vocalist of Destiny's Child. "Work It Out" was nominated in the category of Best Original or Adapted Song at the 2003 Black Reel Awards. It topped the US Billboard's Hot Dance Club Play chart, and reached the top ten in Norway and the UK. It went to number 12 in Ireland, number 14 in Denmark, number 36 in New Zealand, and number 23 for two consecutive weeks in Australia.

"Work It Out" received a total of 56,3% yes votes. Previous Beyoncé/Destiny's Child polls: #51 "Jumpin', Jumpin'", #198 "With Me", #234 "Hymn for the Weekend".

[waltermis]

The Oscars

MASTERLIST ↠ SINGER!READER UNIVERSE

Summary: It’s time for the Oscars

Warnings: swearing, most likely inaccurate stuff about the Oscars… I tried to collect as much information as possible, but it is entirely likely that I messed the whole thing up.

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader (romantic), Scarlett x Lorelai Philips (platonic), Scarlett x Quinn Jones (platonic).

A/N: Happy birthday, Scarlett ❤️❤️

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Scarlett sighed nervously as she watched the people around her bustle and hustle in her hotel room, attempting to get her ready for the Oscars. She silently hoped that she would be nominated for at least one award but never voiced her thoughts out loud, not wanting to be disappointed if she didn’t get nominated. Looking around her busy room, she really wished that you could’ve been here. 

You’ve been on tour for over a year now and the last time she was able to physically see and feel you in person was 7 months ago when you performed for 3 nights in Atlanta. She had a couple of reshoots for Black Widow there, and when you had told her that you would be having a concert there, she instantly bought tickets to see you perform. She bought tickets for all 3 nights, singing/screaming the words to the songs until her voice was raspy and on the verge of going away. She bought tickets for your brothers, your dad, and the rest of her family to go with her, to support you. She had so much fun watching you sing and dance; seeing you have fun with your dancers and backup singers on stage had her so mesmerized. And watching the way you interacted with your fans, she really understood why you loved them so much.

She gasped lightly, getting pulled away from her thoughts when her hairstylist accidentally tugged too hard on her hair. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Johansson.” Quinn apologized quickly.

“It’s okay,” she reassured. “And how long have you been my hairstylist?”

“6 years-ish, give or take,”

“And how many times have I told you to call me Scarlett?”

“Too many to count,” they said, sheepishly. 

“Exactly, so are you going to start calling me Scarlett?”

“It’s very unlikely,” the two of them laughed at that. “Are you excited for tonight?” they asked.

“Yeah,” Scarlett replied, “I think it’ll be really fun,” she smiled while they added the finishing touches to her hair.

“And done.” they said, showing her hair in the mirror.

“I love it, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now go get your dress on. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure Lorelai’s head is gonna explode.”

Scarlett looked over at her manager, who was standing in the corner talking on her phone, and Quinn was right, Lorelai looked beyond stressed. “She looks like a headless chicken.” she said, grinning. 

Quinn burst out laughing, which caught Lorelai’s attention. “Shit shit shit, go to the bedroom now!!” They pushed her off the makeup chair. She quickly ran into the bedroom and put on her dress. Looking at herself, she smiled softly. God did she wish that you were here right now. 

She decided to pull out her phone and give you a call. The phone rang for a couple seconds before your voicemail came on. “Hi, this is Y/N; I am currently not available at the moment. Please leave a message after the beep and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as I can.” Scarlett smiled at the sound of your bubbly voice. 

Beeeeeep

“Hi baby, I was just calling because I missed you. I’m just about ready to leave for the awards tonight and I wanted to hear your voice. Call me back tonight when you’re free? I love you.” She hung up.

“Scarlett!! Are you ready?” Lorelai asked, a little panicked, knocking excessively on the door.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

In the car, Scarlett pulled out her phone and began to watch reels of you singing during your tour on Instagram. She honestly couldn’t be more proud of you, she knew you always wanted to be a singer, but that dream didn’t solidify until you first sang in the first Pitch Perfect movie. She saw how hard you worked for this, and knew that you deserved every single round of applause you got after each song you’d sing.

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Scarlett stepped out of her car, putting on a practiced smile for the cameras. She looked at the paparazzi and her fans who were screaming and crying out her name. She got her picture taken and was led to the section where interviews were taking place. She did a couple of them, she even had one with her co-star and friend, Florence Pugh. 

Soon, Lorelai was ushering her off to the next part. Scarlett smiled as she greeted Cole Walliser; he was the one in charge of the GlamBOTs; the camera that moves extremely quickly but the footage taken is in slow motion. After he instructed her on what she should be doing, Scarlett did her iconic over the shoulder pose into the camera and smiled happily. The speed of the camera startled her for a moment, but she was quick to regain her bearings. She thanked him again, and then joined her manager in one of the more secluded areas as an usher led them into the building.

Scarlett smiled softly in thanks at the attendant who led her and Lorelai to their seats. Getting inside the building took quite a bit of time; with the amount of celebrities showing up in it was bound to get crazy. She sighed, gently wiping her hands on her dress. “You nervous?” Lorelai whispered quietly.

“Little bit,”

“Don’t be,”

“I kinda wish Y/N was here…”

“I know,”

“Not that I don’t love your company.” Scarlett amended quickly, “I just– I just miss her. I mean, I haven’t seen the woman in 7 months!”

“I know that too,”

“And I know that she’d be able to calm me down in a second if she were here. I know that she wouldn’t care if she won an award tonight, cause she’d think that all the other nominees deserved it better.”

“That sounds like Y/N,” Lorelai laughed. “Now before you can go into a spiral right now, do you think you’re gonna win tonight?”

“Maybe…? I mean there’s so many other people to consider before me,”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. I know you, and knowing you, I know you’ll get a nomination, I’m sure of it.”

Scarlett smiled a genuine smile at Lorelai, “Thank you,”. Lorelai winked at her, before the night began. 

Scarlett smiled brightly as each nomination was announced. She had to admit, even if you weren’t here, she was having a nice time. Her heart had skipped a beat when she heard Taika Waitit’s name get called when ‘Jojo Rabbit’ won Best Adapted Screenplay. She quickly stood him and congratulated him, sharing a moment of joy before he went on stage. “He deserves this,” Lorelai said, watching as Taika started his speech.

“He really does, this was one of the best scripts I’ve ever read.”

“I know…. I saw the movie.” 

Scarlett scrunched her eyebrows together. “Hey, do you know why you have an empty seat beside you?”

“I don’t know, maybe someone wasn’t able to show up?” Lorelai guessed.

“Probably, I wonder who couldn’t make it.”

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“How’re you feeling?” Lorelai asked, a little bit later. They were now watching the little clips put together for the award of Best Documentary Feature.

“The nerves are still there but I’m good.”

“Good,” Lorelai smirked, she had a strange look in her eyes as they began clapping as the winner was announced. Scarlett gave her a suspicious look but paid her no mind as she listened to the speeches.

Soon enough, Mahershala Ali came out to present the award for Best Supporting Actress. Scarlett held her breath, squeezing Lorelai’s hand lightly as her heart beat out of her chest. 

Mahershala began his speech. “Most every actress and actor I know wants to build a lasting body of work choosing roles that do more than just speak to them personally, but with the hope of their performance will resonate with others. The five women nominated Best Supporting Actress have done just that.” 

The short clips of multiple different movies began, starting with Laura Dern in Marriage Story. Then she saw herself as Rosie Betzler in ‘Jojo Rabbit’ play on the screen. She sighed happily, feeling exhilarated that she was nominated. She smiled even harder when she saw Florence was also nominated. “Here are the nominees for performance by an actress in the supporting role.” He paused, “Kathy Bates, Richard Jewell. Laura Dern, Marriage Story. Scarlett Johansson, Jojo Rabbit. Florence Pugh, Little Women. Margot Robbie, Bombshell.” 

“And, the Oscar goes to……. Scarlett Johansson, Jojo Rabbit.” Everyone in the crowd cheered as Scarlett stayed frozen in her seat. It wasn’t until Lorelai nudged her lightly did she realize that she had really won. Hugging a couple of friends quickly, Scarlett headed up onto the stage, smiling bashfully as everyone continued to clap. “Congratulations,” Mahershala said, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking the award as he handed it to her. She walked up to the microphone set up in the middle of the stage, standing in front of everyone beaming proudly when the crowd began to clap even harder. 

Suddenly, Scarlett felt two arms wrap around her waist from behind. She spun around quickly, alarmed. She was fully prepared to scream out when she stared into a pair of eyes she’s longed to see in person for the past 7 months. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her words barely audible. Scarlett let go of her award as she wrapped her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. With your quick reflexes, you manage to catch the award before it hits the ground and you hand it off to Lorelai who was waiting to receive it at the bottom of the stage. 

You returned Scarlett’s hug just as tightly, cupping your right hand over her neck and wrapping your other arm around her waist, pulling her into you. “Hi baby,” you whispered into her hair, kissing her temple. You closed your eyes for a moment, cherishing the feeling of her finally being in your arms again. You didn’t realize how much you really missed her until just now.

You felt her body shake and gently you removed her from your body, keeping her at a nice distance. Scarlett had tears streaming down her face as she reached for you. “No,” she whimpered, her hands coming up to clench at your clothes. “Too far,” she clarified, tugging you closer still.

“Okay, I won’t go too far, but why’re you crying?” you asked, gently turning her body so her back faced the stage. Delicately, you brushed away her tears while you tried not to ruin her makeup. Thank god for waterproof makeup.

“I just missed you so fucking much,”

“I missed you too,” you kissed her head again, relishing the fact that she was with you for real and that it wasn’t a sick dream.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were still in Rome!” 

“I was… but I thought I’d stop by before my next show in a couple of days.” you replied, smiling warmly at her. 

“What’re you wearing?” Scarlett asked, once she’s got a good look at you.

“What? You don’t like it? I think I’m dressed very nicely for the Oscars,” you teased, tugging at your hoodie and sweatpants, and then scrunching your face up, showing your face without any makeup.

“I think you look great.”

“I know… I was supposed to be at the house before you came here to actually be there for you but my flight got delayed because of the weather,”

Scarlett gasped, “That’s why you didn’t take my call!”

“Didn’t see it, had my phone on airplane mode. Anyways by the time I landed, the event had already started. And when I actually got here, they were presenting your award. I didn’t have time to change, if you can’t tell.”

“You look beautiful,” she said. “And I love you very much,” she murmured into your neck as she buried herself back into you. “And I appreciate you being here for me,”

“I love you too,” you mumbled. “Now, I think there’s an entire room full of celebrities waiting for your speech.” you quickly pulled away, making sure that you didn’t smear any of her makeup. Hastily, you reassured Scarlett that you would still be there when she was done with her speech but she wasn’t convinced. Instead, she clasped your hands together behind her as Lorelai handed her back her Oscar and headed back to her seat.

What the two of you didn’t realize was that during your reunion, the microphone had picked up everything you’ve both said and there wasn't a dry eye in the audience. Anyone who knew you and Scarlett knew that you were perfect for each other. And anyone who’s heard of you knew that you were the power couple that dominated every industry. You were the ‘it’ couple. One of the only couples the world knew that clicked as well as the two of you did.

You stood behind her, beaming with pride as Scarlett started her speech, her hand still grasped tightly in yours behind her back. “I’m so sorry about that, um, I haven’t seen her in 7 months and yeah,” she chuckled lightly, “I just wanted to thank everybody who got me here. I want to thank…” the rest of her speech faded away from your ears as you admired your girlfriend. You knew without a doubt that this would be the person that you’d spend the rest of your life with. “I also want to thank my partner in crime, Y/N,” you snapped back to reality at the sound of your name. “Without you, then none of this would’ve been possible, you helped me remember my lines and perfect my German accent, which was not easy, by the way, and yet, you never wavered. You never doubted for a second that I couldn’t do this, and I am so grateful to have you in my life. I love you more than words can ever express.” You smiled, kissing her cheek before you led Scarlett down the stairs to get her name engraved into her award. You stood beside her the entire time, holding her hand tightly, squeezing it periodically to reassure her that you were still there. And then again, when she went to get her picture taken. The media had a field day at the sight of you with Scarlett, dressed in old baggy clothes. However, you didn’t care at all. The only thing important to you was Scarlett.

The only time you let go of her hand was when an attendant needed her to return to her seat. You smiled at her comfortingly, “I’ll be back in a bit, love. I need to change into more appropriate clothes for tonight. I’ll meet you back at the seats.” Scarlett nodded before walking away, finally understanding the empty seat next to Lorelai when she saw she had moved down one spot. 

“You sly bitch,” Scarlett whispered to her. Lorelai simply smiled before turning back to Cinematography clips. 

Soon, Scarlett grew restless wondering where you were. As if you knew about her worries, you immediately appeared beside her, taking a seat next to her, dressed up like everyone else. You were wearing a black mermaid dress with no straps and shimmers decorated the fabric of the dress. Your hair was released from its messy bun and lay to rest on your shoulders. Your makeup around your eyes was dark but simple, just a bit more eyeliner on your waterline.

Scarlett’s incessant staring started to make you nervous and self conscious. “What? Do I look weird?”

“How is it possible that in only a couple minutes you can look so gorgeous while it takes me hours to look like this.” she gestured at herself.

“You look absolutely amazing,”

“You really think so?”

“Definitely,” 

“Even if I probably had snot and tears running down my face earlier?”

“To me, you looked like an angel.”

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Everyone began clapping again as Rami Malik walked up onto the stage. “It is truly an honor and privilege to be here celebrating the transformative performances as displayed by these five nominees; they're powerful, profound, and indelibly etched in our history and in our hearts.” You smiled excitedly at Scarlett when you saw her picture from Marriage Story show up on the big screen. Your jaw dropped when you saw your performance for ‘Palm Springs’ appear on stage. “Here are the nominees for performance by an actress in a leading role. Cynthia Erivo, Harriet. Scarlett Johansson, Marriage Story.” You cheered loudly. “Saoirse Ronan, Little Women. Charlize Theron, Bombshell. Y/N L/N, Palm Springs.” This time, it was Scarlett who was cheering loudly for you, as you smiled shyly.

“And the Oscar goes to…… Y/N L/N.” Standing up, you had tears in your eyes as you gave everyone a hug. Scarlett gave you a quick kiss before you walked up onto the stage. “Congratulations,” Rami said, when he hugged you.

“Thank you,” you smiled as he handed you your award. Walking up to the microphone, you looked out into the crowd. 

“I don’t know if any of you saw it earlier but I literally just arrived…” you laughed lightly, “Um wow… I did not know that I would be winning an Oscar tonight, or else I would’ve been more prepared. Truth be told, I was only really here to support my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. I had no idea that I would be winning something too. So, I’ll make this quick, I just want to thank Max Barbakow who even gave me the chance to audition for the part of Sarah. I also want to thank the amazing cast and crew, without you here then there wouldn’t be a movie to make and I am so grateful for all of you. And finally, I want to thank my incredible girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. If it weren’t for you then I would’ve never even thought about taking this role. You have guided me and supported me through this entire project and I can’t thank you enough. I love you so much more than you’ll ever know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have about 7 hours left here before I have to fly off to the next destination on my tour. Congrats to all the nominees and the winners tonight!” 

Speedily, you walked across the stage and out the back to get your name engraved. You stopped for a couple pictures before you returned back inside. You came back in just as they announced the last winner for Best Motion Picture. The event soon came to a close.

You grinned along with Scarlett as everyone around you congratulated the two of you. Florence even came to tackle you into a hug. After arranging a date to hang out together again, you and Scarlett headed through the back where Lorelai and her driver were already waiting for you inside the car. 

You opened the door for her, letting her in first. On the way back to the hotel, the two of you were sitting as close as you could with your seatbelts on. Your arm over Scarlett’s shoulder while she kept her face buried in your neck, trying to memorize your smell. The two of you spent the rest of the night talking about nothing and everything.

THE END

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[kscheibles]

congratulations (college bf! au)

content warnings: f! reader, fluff

word count: 0.8k

dedication: to my sweet, sweet friend, mads (@toomuchracket), who earned her master’s degree today 🫰🏼

You sit on a stool at the countertop of your and Matty’s tiny NYC apartment, crowded with books, plants, and shoes you couldn’t quite give up in the move. You chuckle to yourself as you recall countless conversations with Matty as you packed up your dorm room – him “just checking again, sweetheart” that you needed a second pair of black heels. Boys never understand. You touch your steaming mug of tea gingerly, sipping it and letting the sweet, herbal taste melt on your tongue. Years ago, you would have made fun of him for having tea in the morning. Now, everything in your life is colored by him, and all the better for it. He makes the colors richer.

Matty is in the kitchen, donning a pair of grey sweatshorts and a graphic t-shirt making breakfast. You feast your eyes on the sight of him being so domestic. The past year, he’s been working while you’re still studying and completing your integrated master's program. As of a few months ago, you’re officially at the mercy of your dissertation committee to see if you’ll be awarded the degree. You’ve been feeling lost – like your life is on hold until you know the result. Stuck in a limbo between being accomplished and a total failure (not to mention broke from grad school tuition costs). Matty’s noticed a change in your disposition and adjusted well given the circumstances. He makes coffee, cleans the apartment, and plans dates like it’s his job. Right now, he’s standing in your shared kitchen, flipping pancakes with surprising agility, and doing a happy dance each time they turn out okay. 

He makes a show of bringing you your pancakes, speckled with chocolate chips and stacked uniformly on your nicest plate. Butter melts off of them and the smell of chocolate fills your nose. Matty sits beside you, his plate a shockingly different sight. On his plate are amorphous pancakes, lopsided and deformed. 

“What happened to yours?” you tease, pouring some maple syrup onto your plate and offering him the carafe. 

“Wanted you to have the pretty ones,” he says softly, accepting the syrup and kissing you on the forehead. You smile into his touch. 

You’re a few bites into your delicious pancakes when you get a call from one of your schoolmates. You look at Matty silently questioning if he’ll be mad if you take it and he waves you off. You pad into the bedroom, answering the phone calmly.

“Get your laptop out, bitch,” she states, curtly.

“What?” you ask, reeling. 

“Get your laptop out. They’ve released our dissertation grades. I want to find out the same time you do.”

You grab your laptop and bring it out to the kitchen counter, putting your phone down.

“You’re on speaker, Matty’s here so be nice,” you almost shout, simultaneously logging into your student portal.

“Matty, I’m always nice about you, she’s just being a dick,” your friend clarifies. 

“I know you too well to believe that for a second, darling,” he muses, fitting more pancakes into his mouth and washing it down with his tea, “What’s this about?”

“Are you on the page?” you ask into the phone.

“Yes, ready?” comes the staticky response, “Refresh on three.”

“Okay.”

“One…two…three!”

As the page reloads, you see the familiar crest of your school with the word ‘Congratulations’ juxtaposed over it. 

“Oh my god!!” you squeal, jumping up and down. Your friend cries excitedly on the other line.

“Babe, what on earth is going on, you haven’t told me a thing,” whines Matty to your left.

“You’re officially dating a girl with a master’s, Healy,” comes the voice from the phone. Matty's face brightens in every possible way: his eyebrows raise, mouth widens, eyes light up and squint in total contentedness. He comes up to you, hugging you tight and kissing your lips softly, unflinchingly. 

You pick up the phone, turning it off speaker and pressing it to your ear. 

“Congratulations, babe,” you muse. Matty looks at you with total adoration that’s morphing into hunger by the second. You meet his eyes as his eyebrows quirk suggestively. You smile and Matty leans down, kissing your collarbone and creeping up slowly towards your exposed neck.

“I have to go,” you nearly moan into the receiver, “drinks soon?”

“Yeah yeah whatever blow me off to be with your boyfriend,” she teases, “Love you.”

“Love you,” you make a kissing noise and click the phone off.

“Hey, I love you too,” Matty whines into your skin. You touch his hair once your hands are free.

“I know baby, I love you, too.”

“Yeah?” he meets your eyes, “Well I’m about to show you exactly how much. My perfect, smart, sweet girl,” he punctuates each word with a kiss below your ear.

He whispers “congratulations” one more time before lowering himself to his knees.

[hardstraykidshours]

the glove

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: when you see hyunjin's outfit on stage, you just can't seem to help yourself.

length: 1.6k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, kinda dom!hyunjin, kinda sub!reader, big time hand kink, fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, cum eating, pet names, praise, degradation if you squint, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

a/n: this has been in the drafts for literally 800 years, so i finally edited it so it can see the light of day

that glove.

that damn glove.

you wish you had never seen it. your life would be so much simpler if hyunjin hadn't worn that glove. he had worn it while performing a few days ago. the black leather only covered his thumb and index finger, leaving his other three fingers exposed.

you already have a thing for hyunjin's hands, but the combination of the dark leather contrasted against his tan skin has your mind reeling. you imagine what the sensation would be like to have the cold material of the leather and the warm feeling of his fingers as he runs his fingers across your body or into your mouth or inside your cunt. you feel yourself start to grow warm just thinking about it as that all too familiar ache grows between your legs. desperation in its purest form.

you decide you need to do something about this. hyunjin is at dance practice right now, and you know he has access to where the stylists keep his outfits, so you decide to just text him about it. a faint blush grows on your cheeks as you begin typing on your phone. hyunjin knows you like his hands a lot, but this particular request is still a little embarrassing, it is just a glove after all.

y/n: hey, baby ❤️ you know that glove you wore the other day for that performance at the awards show?

hyunjin: hello, love ❤️ yes, what about it?

y/n: any chance you could take it home tonight?

hyunjin: shouldn't be a problem. why do you want it, love?

y/n: i was thinking maybe you could wear it tonight. I've been thinking about what it feels like since you wore it…

hyunjin: ooooh ok, i see...i'll make sure to grab it before i leave. anything to make my love happy

y/n: thanks, baby! i love you, see you tonight

hyunjin: i love you too! wear something pretty tonight, something that looks good with leather 😉

your cheeks grow even hotter as you set your phone down, mind racing even faster now that your fantasy is becoming a reality.

time seems to pass at a painstakingly slow pace as you wait for hyunjin to come home. he already told you that he would probably be home later than normal since they're practicing for a comeback, but it feels like even longer now that you're just sitting here in anticipation. you've been laying in your bed on your phone just trying to pass the time. you listened to what hyunjin said, and you put on your favorite set of red lace lingerie. you thought the red would look nice with his black glove.

your heart skips a beat when you hear him unlock the door to your apartment.

"hi, baby," you call out, setting your phone on the nightstand as you adjust yourself in bed so you're laying on your back, arms casually draped across the pillow above your head, exposing your whole body to him.

he doesn't respond, which makes your heart beat faster as your hear his footsteps approaching through the silence. he enters the room and stops in the door way. leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, he just looks you up and down.

"hey, beautiful," he says with a sly grin. "you did wear something pretty for me, didn't you?"

you sheepishly smile at him, rubbing your legs together to relieve the tension growing in your core as he stares at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"well since you're wearing something for me, i wanted to wear something really nice for you," you reply.

he crosses the room to you, keeping his hands in his pockets. he stops when he's standing at the edge of the bed next to where you're laying as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. you hum against his lips as you wrap your hands behind his neck to pull him closer to you.

your lips continue to dance together as he crawls into bed until he's hovering over you. your eyes roll back as he detaches his lips from yours to begin nibbling and sucking on your neck. he takes one of the hands that was holding himself above you and begins to trace it along your figure.

that's when you feel it.

so that's why he was keeping his hands in his pockets. he had the glove on the whole time.

your breath hitches and goosebumps form across your skin as you feel the stark contrast of the cold leather and his warm fingertips brush delicately across your skin. you feel yourself growing wetter by the second when you feel him smile against your neck. he's loving the affect this has on you.

he sits up his knees so he can look at all of you, staring down at you with hooded eyes. your lust blown gaze meets his as he continues to rub your body. you wiggle and writhe under his touch, bucking your hips occasionally to rub yourself against his leg as best as you, desperate for friction.

"look at my pretty girl, all desperate for me" he coos. "you really do like this glove, don't you?"

you nod your head rapidly in response.

he gently pulls the lace covering one your breasts to expose your nipple. he brushes his leather clad thumb across it, make your back arch as you mewl at the sensation.

"oh you really like that," hyunjin states matter of factly. he continues his work on your nipple, occasionally rolling it between his gloved thumb and index finger.

after a while, he continues to rub his hands across every part of your body, practically worshipping you.

"so beautiful," he mumbles, almost as if he's just talking to himself as his hands and eyes dance across your form.

you're beginning to soak through your panties, you need his fingers inside you now. "hyunjin…"

"yes, pretty?" he asks as he lowers himself towards you to nibble on your earlobe.

"inside please," you beg between whimpers.

he places a soft kiss on your temple as he shimmies your panties down your legs. he runs his index and middle finger through your dripping folds, coating himself with your juices. he groans when he feels how wet you are.

"you really like this glove, don't you, pretty?" he teases.

"mhm," is all you manage to mumble out between moans as he continues to run his fingers over your pussy. the mixture of the smooth leather and his calloused finger is almost unbearably erotic. you feel yourself clench around nothing as he teases your entrance slightly while he begins to rub soft circles on your clit with his thumb, the leather making his thumb slide across your sensitive bud with ease.

he finally pushes his fingers inside you while he continues to thumb your clit. your head rolls back and your back arches when you finally feel the sensation you've been dreaming about for days. the slick, cold leather on his index fingers feels like heaven against your walls when paired alongside the warmth of his middle finger.

pumping his fingers in and out of your aching pussy, he curls them slightly to rub that sweet spot inside you, the leather and calloused fingertip only adding to the sensation as he reverently rubs at your clit. he peppers kisses all along your collarbone and shoulder as you begin to come undone beneath him. your breathing grows erratic as the knot in your core begins to tighten, your high approaching even faster than you thought.

hyunjin can tell your getting close so he raises his head to look at you while he continues his work on your cunt, your walls clenching around his hand in pleasure.

"feels so good when you squeeze me like that. can you cum on my fingers, pretty? show me how much you love this glove on me," he prompts you.

this is all it takes for the knot inside you to break. your legs shake as your cunt pulses around his fingers, coating him with your cum while you moan his name like a mantra. he continues to rub in and out of you and slowly circle your clit while you catch your breath and come down from your high.

"good girl," he calmly whispers at you while pressing his lips gently against your cheek.

he finally pulls his fingers out of you and holds them up for both of you to look at. you feel aftershocks of arousal shoot through as he stares at his fingers, awestruck with the way your wetness makes the leather on the glove shine. he lowers his fingers to your lips.

"suck," he gentle commands. you wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around them while your mind goes numb from the mixture of tasting yourself and feeling the leather and his skin inside your mouth. your eyes flutter closed but not before you catch the way his achingly hard dick twitches in his pants at the sight of his fingers in your mouth.

he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a slight pop before he lays on the bed next to you, placing gentle kisses all over your face.

"thanks for bringing the glove home," you joke with a small giggle.

"anything for you, love," he says as he presses a kiss to your lips. "if there's anything else you want me to steal from work, let me know."

taglist: @sensitiveandhungry @writerracha

[gabessquishytum]

Inspired by this: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3FQ1pJiJAp/

Hob is the resident chef on a daytime TV show; Dream and Johanna are the main presenters. Usually Dream is the consummate professional, completely deadpan in the face of Hob and Johanna’s shenanigans and ad libs that skirt the boundaries of what’s acceptable for a live lunchtime broadcast. But when Hob follows through on losing his bet about whether the two of them will win a prestigious TV award, Johanna’s the one to keep her cool. Dream, on the other hand, can’t string more than two words together, his pale complexion turned bright pink as he valiantly fights to keep his eyes above Hob’s neck.

He fails. Spectacularly. He’s never going to live this moment down. But that’s ok, because Hob makes sure to find him after the live broadcast to check he’s ok. And maybe invite him over for a home-cooked meal as an apology?

🐙 anon

Does Hob also have a little wooly "sock" to keep his dick warm? 😄😄 I bet he knitted it himself.

At first Hob thinks that Dream is like, really offended by him being full frontal naked, because he turns bright red and doesn't even seem able to speak. But Hob soon realises that it's arousal, not anger, that's causing his poor colleague to do an impression of a stammering tomato. Hob thinks it's the cutest thing ever, and he's definitely going to capitalise on the whole situation. He's had a crush on Dream forever, but he's such an ice Prince, he never imagined that Dream could like him back...!

Poor Dream can't believe that that just happened to him on live television. Maybe it's time to retire to an island where he'll never be seen again... of course Hob won't let that happen. He corners Dream (fully clothed) and nags him until he agrees to going home with Hob for wine and commiserations. Hob has promised not to laugh at him.

Why would he laugh, when he fully intends to seduce Dream? To cook him a simple, flavourful meal paired with a nice wine, to rub his poor tense shoulders. To run his fingers through Dream’s cotton-soft hair and tell him how beautiful he is? He'll press Dream gently into the couch and kiss the surprised little "oh" out of his mouth until he melts and purrs under Hob’s hands.

Hob can't wait to see how far that pretty blush goes down Dream’s neck and chest. Dream’s seen him naked, now it's Hob’s turn - and maybe he'll even knit a little black "sock" for Dream, if he's a very good boy 😉

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

MK1: Kameos to Kontestants: Janet Cage.

Bio:

Pride: Janet Cage is known in two worlds, being both a major martial art star and an actress with more than one award. Her supernatural abilities, while putting her on the map, do make her interested in their origins. One way or another, she’s going to find who she really is.

Unique normal attacks:

Slowdown: Janet reels back her fist, hold the button to enhance with her shadow energy, before she thrusts it forward. Fully charged outs the opponent in a stun state.

Special Moves:

Ball-buster: Janet does a split, slamming her fist into the opponents crotch. She says “Boom!” As she does it. Enhance for a shadow uppercut that launches.

Crescent Shadow: Janet slides forward on an energy trail, performing a back-flip kick.

Shadow kick: Janet does a classic shadow kick. Enhance for her to perform a second roundhouse after the first kick.

Autograph: Janet pulls out a poster of herself, scribbles her autograph before tossing it out. This does minimal damage. Enhance for her to crumple it into a ball and throw it, for two percent more damage.

Fatal Blow:

Blockbuster: After the kameo attacks, Janet runs in with a leaping knee that breaks the opponent’s nose. She then cracks her neck, winds up her fist, and slams it between the legs, exploding the testicles on male characters.

Fatalities:

New Shades: Janet walks over proudly, taking off her sunglasses and placing them on the opponent’s face. She then grins and walks off, and suddenly, the glasses begin to beep, and then explodes the opponent’s head.

Montage Hit: Janet coats her body in green aura, and does a rapid series of hits on the opponent, almost like a raging demon from SF. She then slowly walks up and flicks their chest, releasing a chain reaction that breaks all their bones and muscle tendons.

Brutalities:

FRIENDSHIP: (Last hit must come from Autograph) The opponent picks up the poster and kisses it with cartoony love hearts floating above their head. They run off giddily. Janet shrugs, and the announcer says “Brutality… Um, Friendship?”

Cut to Black?: (Final hit must come from her throw) Janet punches the opponent’s face, then does two more before shoving her fist row the opponent’s face, pulling out a chunk of their brain.

Ending:

I’ve gotta tell you, this adventure? Wild as shit! Other realms, tournaments, magic, divergent timelines like a comic book? Hell, other me’s?

(Though, between you and me, we know I’m the prettiest one, right?)

There’s a blockbuster series to be made here.

But still, despite it all, I’m still no closer to learning how these powers came from.

I thought it was a chi thing, extension of my soul, but Liu Kang seems to think it’s important, or is gonna be important later on. Ha, foreshadowing, am I right?

Now, I’m not a monk type of lady. But if this old master Shujinko knows something? I’ll give it a shot. And maybe those army people could run some fancy tests on me, one on one time with lieutenant blonde sounds like a fun time.

But I’m not shaving my head, the fans love this look.

Intro dialogue:

Janet: I’ve played soldiers before, you wanna see?

Sonya: Focus on the fight, Cage.

Liu Kang: Your abilities are of great importance, they--

Janet: Hey, no spoilers, m’kay?

[ca-suffit]

I am so fucking sick of this

last month, sarahowritesostucky sent me this ask, being new to the fandom and wanting to know what the racism issues were about. I took time to explain it bcuz I usually will explain things when I have time and energy to do it.

but then she ended up getting posted about yesterday and came at me with an attitude about it, doubled down when I told her to fuck off, then unfollowed and blocked me. I don't block anyone here, she's WILLINGLY choosing to do this and stay fucking stupid.

I don't owe anyone shit for running this account and u don't know anything about my life or who I am. It's always crystal clear how u all speak tho that ur assuming ur speaking down to a woman of color, prbly assuming I'm a black woman judging by the stereotypical judgmental garbage u focus on to tell me to "calm down." u better reel that shit in bcuz everyone can see it for the racist tone it is and it's not a good look for u. so enjoy this, hope someone tells ur stupid ass about it bcuz I'm fucking TIRED. u all come in here and demand all this shit and then get fucked up when ur not given some "ally of the year award" just for following me. remember when thelioncourts did this crap too during the S2 premiere? she's fucked off for good caring about this ever again, which I was warned about well in advance in my inbox and never said anything about until she showed her whole ass about it.

we can all see u being fake and it's fucking annoying af

[thejewofkansas]

Awards Season 2022-23: BAFTA Winners and Awards Round-Up 2/20

A film I’d never heard of – but at least one awards group really loved it. The BAFTAs were today. And…they made things interesting. My breakdown of the nominees is here. Best Film: All Quiet on the Western Front Not entirely surprising. They threw nominations at this one wholesale. This certainly bodes well for the Oscars, although it’s missing key nominations – Director, Editing, or any…

[eloscartimes]

Nominaciones a los Black Reel Awards 2024

#TheColorPurple domina las nominaciones de los Black Reel Awards 2024 con 19. Rustin logra entrar en Mejor Película.

En la edición 24 de los Black Reel Awards (BRAs) destacan las siguientes películas que destacan al cine realizado por afroamericanos: ‘The Color Purple’ obtiene 19 nominaciones, incluyendo Mejor Película. Las categorías interpretativas quedan sin distinción de género. ‘Rustin’ logra nominación en Mejor Película. Los ganadores serán anunciados el 16 de enero 2024.   the color purple fyc   Lista…

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

For Patreon, I have posted a joyously overlong piece called “Why I Love Poppy Playtime (Even Though I Don’t Play It).” It comes with a YouTube playlist and everything. It’s on the Future Vision tier right now and it’ll go out to the Patron tier later this week. 

Tree Removal 2024: The final count was five trees, and I am still reeling a little bit. More on that later. 

Reblogs of interest

I would like to note that I predicted Toshiro Mifune’s victory in the Hot & Vintage Movie Men Tournament as early as round four.

 I don’t have the latest updates on the Hugo Awards ballot-tampering controversy--that’s the sort of thing you block off your whole afternoon and pack a lunch for--but here’s what I’ve reblogged so far.

“AITA for messing with real estate showings of the neighboring gentrified house?”: A tale of direct action

“Rating the birds in my backyard by tendency toward violence”

Cosmo the Christmas Crow was asking for help to find his family ;_;

Cats on mats, mirroring their people

Know your lion dances

POV: You are reading tumblr in a dishwasher

Chad Boomer techniques for dealing with scammers

Much to consider about the nature of Hobbes (the tiger, not the philosopher)

“people NEED to stop gatekeeping making music like ohhhh i don’t have an instrument ohhhhh i don’t know music theory ohhhhh i’m not gonna pay for some program. SHUT UP. take my hand.”

Video

“Watch this video of a lesbian couple describing how they feel about each other without using the word ‘love’”

“youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will”

The correlation between populations of black bears and Bigfeet, according to Jason Pargin

The sacred texts

“technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct”

“I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr,” twelve years later

Personal tag of the week

Our mainstay art was particularly good this week. 

[renthony]

Hi, have you written an essay on the history of racism in the academy awards? If not, would you be able to recommend some readings to get a good idea of the subject?

I have not, but here are a couple books you might be interested in checking out!

Black Oscars: From Mammy to Minny, What the Academy Awards Tell Us About African Americans, by Frederick Gooding Jr.

Reel Inequality: Hollywood Actors and Racism, by Nancy Wang Yuen

[causereyna-artie]

I listened to Nep's New Album released today, and I loved it! So here's a wolfstar microfic based on her song, Cottontail (also inspired by my very own attack from a hot librarian)

i wish i was a lady like you (so i could look as pretty in december)

@wolfstarmicrofic

If your name were River I'd legally change mine to a nature related term (Like Fern!) So I could be the grasses sittin' by you Remus came to The Allan Room in the NYC public library everyday, to the point the librarian, Ms Pince, assumed he worked there. And everyday, new people came. Stressed, over-worked students. Hyper, grinning students coming to write first essays. Tourists (god, tourists). Librarians coming in for their shift. Other authors came in, glancing at him sceptically from across the room. Recently, Remus had a problem: he couldn't write. The degree, national journaling award, years of Minnie's mentorship down the drain. He liked to blame it on no inspiration; but that was fuck all, he was in New York. Remus knew that, and his editor--the scary angel of Pandora Rosier--knew that. He had two weeks to come up with an idea. "And that's being generous, because I love you, but it can't be more because I fucking love you." she had said. And that was after Remus had set Lily on her. Two motherfucking weeks. And then, they came in. An absolute Adonis of a person, black hair reaching their shoulders, and sea-grey eyes, long arms covered in black ink. Yeah, new people came everyday, but nobody like this. And they was walking to Remus. "Hey," And Remus was still reeling from that one fucking word. "Hi." His voice reaching an impossibly high pitch. The person raised their eyebrow, "Yeah, you need to come with me." "What?" Remus blurted out. He had seen the movies. This is how it starts. They're going to distract him with an angel, and then take him outside, and then he's going to get arrested, and he can't survive in jail---have you seen his glasses and noodle arms? God, his mam was going to kill him- "Uh, your book, The Diary Of Virginia Woolf, is overdue. The one in front of you. You need to pay the fine. I'm the new librarian." Oh god, it was even worse. His wet dream was reprimanding him for an overdue book. Oh lord, it was so much worse. "Yep, yeah. Sure," Remus fumbled with cheque book, "Wait, you take cheques, right?" The man---Remus had caught his badge with his pronouns--hummed, "You won't need to. A dollar." Remus grabbed a note from his wallet, handing it to--Remus tilted his head to read the name-tag--Sirius. How fitting. Shockingly, Sirius stayed there, checking out the book. "Remus Lupin," he read, the name rolling off his tongue, "is that what I should call you?" Shit, shit, pretty boy wanted to call him. "You can, but I prefer Moony." Sirius' lips quirked. "And why is that, Moony?" "Because I'm up there with you, pretty boy. The brightest star." Sirius tongued his cheek for a moment, before grabbing Remus' hand and pen, and scribbling something down. "Call me, Moony." Sirius strutted to another table, presumably to terrorize another innocent, helpless man. Remus flushed at the number, when the cover of Woolf's book caught his eye. Huh. Sirius hadn't taken it. He opened it flipping through the book, and checking the borrow card. The book was due 28th February. Two weeks from now. Remus grinned, looking down at his empty notebook. All of a sudden, he had inspiration.

[howlingday]

I just found the wolf of arc post is there more to it?

Well, there can be...

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"HEY! OVER HERE!" Jaune jumped and waved as the black beast loomed over Pyrrha.

Every team at Beacon had been assigned the extracurricular activities of exterminating every single Grimm they encountered in the Emerald Forest. Based on the size and classification of said monsters, points would be awarded accordingly. Beowolfs were worth five points, Ursa ten, Deathstalkers and Nevermores on the larger scale were worth fifty, while their smaller relatives were worth one. With Jaune's scores already so low, it only made sense to come to the forest for extra credit.

Unfortunately, the beowolf that took the champion by surprise was much larger than the other Grimm Team JNPR had slain earlier. Nora and Ren were busy on the other side of the clearing, though it was more Ren trying to wrangle in Nora so she didn't stray too far, chasing after some Grimm who had the sense to reatreat. Jaune had managed to dispose of one while it was attempting to attack Pyrrha from another direction.

Pyrrha had tripped and fell backwards, her sword knocked away. Jaune, seeing her in trouble, took action to help her by throwing a rock at the monster. Eyes as evil as hell itself glared at the boy.

"Come and get me, big guy!" Jaune stepped into the backpedal to get away, watching as the Grimm stalked closer to him in elongated strides atop pillar-sturdy legs. Realizing how big the Grimm really was, Jaune realized how outmatched he was. And the Grimm's maw dripped with anticipation.

The beast lunged, barely missing as it leapt over Jaune, who ducked as claws swung at his frame. In a panic, Jaune fled into the safety of the woods. Pyrrha screamed after him, but the boy and the Grimm had already disappeared into the shadows of the woods.

Pyrrha reclaimed her sword and was about to chase after Jaune when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She turned and found Ren shaking his head.

"It's too dangerous to go alone." Ren said, reeling back his hand. "We'll go after him to-"

The team froze as a hellish sound erupted from the forest. Sounding like a demonic wolf, their collective blood dipped into chilling subzero. It was then that the forest came alive with more howls, as branches cracked and trees shooks. Pyrrha looked to Ren, who swallowed a lump.

"I'll call for help."

"Please hurry." Pyrrha said with an almost breaking voice.

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"Crap, crap, crap!" Jaune huffed as he ran through the forest. He slid to a stop and crawled into hole under the roots of a tree. There wasn't much room, but it would be enough for now.

He lost sight of the Grimm, but that did little to ease his fears. Fears that he had to do away with, lest he be caught and almost immediately slaughtered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He heard the wind blow, carrying leaves and the sounds of wolves panting.

Except they weren't wolves. These monsters preyed on the fears placed in humanity after centuries of living alongside such creatures. He, too, lived with them. Or at least, in his dreams, he did.

The Arcadian Forest was an almost magical world, completely different from anything else he had known. He ran, played, hunted, ate, and slept with the bounties of the forest. He opened his eyes and found a Beowolf staring at him through the wood.

With a gasp, the beast began clawing at the wood. Jaune swiftly freed his blade and stabbed through it's head. It's eyes dimmed to a dull red as it's black hide drifted in the wind. Keeping a tight grip on his sword, he climbed free of his exposed hideout. He closed his eyes once more and took another deep breath.

He could smell the Grimm. It was an evil scent one doesn't mistake so easily once learned. His ears twitched as he tilted his head around. Nine beowolves, one of which was bigger than the others.

Memories came back and filled Jaune's mind as he crouched low, softly stepping into the brush. He spotted a beowolf searching close by, back to him. His heart thundered as he moved closer, before leaping and slicing the monster apart before jumping into another, separate brush.

Moving along, he found another beowolf, and then another. Each kill made him more confident. Made him more thrilled. It made him cocky, and he killed his fifth one with a growl, stupidly catching the attention of the remaining four. It didn't take long for him to be surrounded.

Three ran through the brush, snapping and snarling at him. Jaune stepped backwards until he heard a crack. Looking behind him, he saw the large Grimm that attacked Pyrrha earlier. Jaune was outnumbered and also outclassed. With a gulp, he kept his shield up and braced for the attacks.

From his left, a beowolf swiped at him, nearly sending him in a spin. He stumbled, but stayed standing as another claw swung at him. Jaune stepped back, avoiding the attack, but almost bumping too close to another beowolf.

He scrambled away as he heard snapping jaws behind him. He saw all four beowolves approach as he stood against the tree. There was no escaping this time.

He wanted to close his eyes. Close and hope for it to be quick, if not for a miracle of him being saved. It was then a sound caught his attention. Following the sound, he found the largest of the four was standing on the far right side, limping on it's right leg. And there was a cracking noise inside from a previous wound.

Jaune bolted to the side with the wound, narrowly avoid a claw and thrusting his sword into the leg before gaining distance. The Grimm roared in pain, causing one of the Grimm to charge Jaune. Jaune held his shield close and swung his sword, lopping off it's head. One down, three to go.

Another swiped at him, but he put he rolled away, scrambling to put distances between himself and them. However, the largest of the Grimm struck him, catching it's claws on his chestplate. Jaune flew into the air, crashing hard into the ground. He felt dizzy from the sudden launch.

The Grimm barked at him. No, it wasn't so much a bark as it was a laugh. It was mocking him. Toying with him. Jaune started getting angry, like it was goading him. Jaune almost jumped when a memory held him back. He tried something like this before, long, long ago, and it didn't work then. It won't work now.

Jaune approached with caution, though the Grimm didn't offer the same respect. It stepped closer, limping worse than before. Once Jaune was in range, he swung his sword. He missed, the monster leaning away, and Jaune swung again the other direction, slicing through as he stepped forward.

The larger beowolf yelped as it fell back in pain. The attack wasn't fatal, but the Grimm was greatly wounded. The other two charged forward in it's stead. Jaune held his shield up as a flurry of claws scraped and screeched against his shield. He pushed one back, finding the wounded beowolf returned with a bite aimed for Jaune's head.

Taking sword in both hands, he leaned into his extended blade, momentum driving the massive monster into him like meat into a slicer. Jaune's blade fell through, striking the ground. As he panted, he looked away to find the beast faded away, bones and hide blown away by the wind in the forest.

Snarls caught his attention again as he looked back to the two remaining beowolves. Readying himself, he found... he was tired. Really tired. He barely survived against the previous beowolf, and the others were killed with dumb luck. Still, he'd put up a good fight.

It was then that Jaune heard a whistling sound growing louder. Looking to the source, he saw a pink cannister soaring towards his direction. He wasn't sure if this was how he would die, but hey, it was better than dying to beowolves.

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"Do you have any idea how utterly stupid your actions were?" Professor Goodwitch scolded within her office, Jaune seated in front of her with his head down like a whipped pup. "Not only did you endanger your life, but you risked the well-being of your team as well!"

"If you had been killed because of your reckless behavior, which you would have, your team would likely have chased after upon observing your low aura. I know this because this was exactly what they did!" Jaune's team shrunk as her gaze briefly landed on them, before returning to him. "Clearly, this is an indication of your poor leadership skills and the effect it has on your team."

"And yet," a new voice emerged, one older and wiser, "I believe Mr. Arc is due what he is owed, is he not?"

Professor Goodwitch exhaled a sigh. "Beyond the additional assignments that will be administered to you and your team, the headmaster has deemed it to apply your tallied score to your grade." She tapped on her scroll, willing a screen to life behind her for the entire team to see. "For slaying one beowolf, Lie Ren is awarded five points. Slaying four beowolves, Pyrrha Nikos is awarded twenty points. For one nest of Deathstalkers, eight Nevermores, and six Beowolves, Nora Valkyrie will be awarded forty-three points. And for your reckless, dangerous, and outright stupid plan, you, Jaune Arc, in which you've eliminated seven Beowolves and one Alpha Beowolf, you are awarded fifty points, with is enough to advance your grade to a passing standard."

Jaune could hardly believe it. Today, he had managed to save his friend, survive against an entire pack of Beowolves, and earned his way to a passing grade. He could cry, though Professor Goodwitch was likely to make it her responsibility first.

"But!" Her crop whistled as it sliced through the air, catching his attention. "To ensure this doesn't happen again, you and your team will not be permitted to conduct extracurricular activities for the rest of the semester. Am I understood?"

He didn't want to smile in the face of danger, but he couldn't help himself. He was too happy! With a beaming grin, he nodded. "Yes, ma'am!" He barked.