#DLDS

[yenforfairytales]

God I’m so fucking into LaKreese it’s disgusting.

Like, they just look so good together?? Smol, pretty doe-eyed dark-haired twink Daniel with tall, grumpy, brooding bear sandy-brown haired John? One slender and delicate, the other built and sturdy?

And then their personalities?? Daniel is such a motor-mouth he always has something to say little ray of bouncy sunshine that he is. Friend to everyone!! Even his enemies!! Meanwhile Kreese is such an introvert, and only speaks when it’s necessary and never wastes his words? Intense and reserved, friend to few?? And I BET the sex is amazing 😉

MY THIRST IS STRONG. LOOK AT HIM

LOOK

This manly lumberjack with this gorgeous minx???

I die. They look fantastic together. Take any era Lakreese!!! It still works:

They have so much in common. From growing up poor, single mom, bullied, scrappy, noble, chip on the shoulder...

Yet they compliment each other with their respective quirks and personalities.

If they met in high school they'd def be sweethearts hanging back by the bleachers.

I mean you hit the nail on the head, anon. It's beautiful and it makes sense. Daniel would take care of Kreese and make him smile. Kreese would give Daniel that sense of security he needs. And it's canon that Kreese likes to solve problems behind the scenes without you knowing. Kreese would listen patiently to any problem Daniel had and then fix it himself in classic Kreese style. Kreese is very much a "nobody puts baby in the corner" kind of protector. Many thots.

Post-war Kreese was changed; he never left that cage. And I think it's why Kreese resents Daniel so much. It's been said but Daniel doesn't fit Kreese's idea of masculinity, yet he beat his best soldiers while looking like a warrior's wet dream come true?? The nerve. And while every other rival has said 'ok I'm going to move on with my life' - Kreese said 'never! I'll never be over it!' The Daniel obsession continues. I mean at least they tried to get over Daniel.

Gay. Why do you care so much Kreese? Why did you pull Daniel extra close just to whisper this to him lmao

Because he was obsessed the moment he saw Daniel and was pissed Daniel didn't join his dojo

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The whole Karate Kid saga is really Kreese's fault. Passing his obsession on to others. Bringing them in on some of this DLDS.

Kreese wants this twink obliterated. He wants to watch and he wants it drawn out.

The sex is absolutely amazing!!! Daniel whines so sweetly while Kreese growls and holds him down. Daniel's legs hang open while Kreese slams their hips together as he pounds him into the mattress, big strong arms wrapped around Daniel's shoulders so he can pull Daniel back onto every thrust. Daniel nips at John's neck and jaw until he reaches his lips. They bite and kiss while Daniel gasps John, John, John. It gets loud and it gets messy and they're both sore afterwards.

I've only thought about it a little bit...

[justaz]

wrjrithi gon the greind THE COICES THE VOSIBCE THE COICESSSS

haha ha haha what if i rewrote. all. of voltron.

[afterhours-system]

ohhhh maybe we are transprogrammed/transramcoa.

[ashitakaswriter]

"all of you are dead"

gyeongsu x addams!reader

"What started as a normal class for Y/N Addams quickly turns into turns into a fight for survival for you and your boyfriend Gyeong-su. As you navigate danger of zombies and humans alike, making your way through the living hell full of undead cannibals that is now Hyosan High, you can't help but think:

Wednesday and Puglsey are gonna be so jealous!"

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[ackee]

picked up my license today, so im officially a DRIVER‼️🚗💥 WEEEEE

also, the past few days, i've been writing a certain.. story 🤭✌🏽💕 (what restricting social media does to a woman!)

[zebrafiz]

𝐈𝐀𝐍

[babygirltangerine]

my favorite scene in bullet train

[mugbearerscorner]

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[yenforfairytales]

Remember this photo of Terry in his many zippers looking at Daniel and how happy he was to see him?

"It's nice to see you again." - what a moment!

I zoomed in on a zipper and found irrefutable proof of his love and devotion

what an interesting zipper pull

what a very very interesting shape

it almost looks like...

the letter D...

D for...

I CRACKED THE CODE

CLEARLY IT WAS A MESSAGE TO DANNY BOY. APART FROM TERRY WEARING BLUE.

I connected the dots

always on his mind 💙🖤

[woodswolf]

Not sure how to phrase this in a complimentary way but I am really glad Captain Olimar isn't a real person with real feelings because I think your righteously vicious takedowns of his character would fucking kill him. Very very good. Extremely good.

(undoubtedly re: these tags)

oh listen anon. listen. listen listen listen listen listen:

did i ever say i wasn't going to say them to his face?

this is literally four sequels down the line (at least by the order im writing them) but the reckoning is coming. this guy is going to be forced to choose between his unwillingness to change in any way that matters and his journey and struggle meaning anything at all. he has never cared about the gun to his own head, but if he doesn't start he's never going to be happy. it takes a push with him, an impulse: something stronger than the friction holding him in his grating routines and comfortable, familiar miseries; something strong enough to overpower his every sense of shame.

dogs leading dogs as it is now is about knowledge and the learning of it and what that knowledge can help its adherents achieve. it's about two very flawed people who come together to mutually recognize the other's personhood, as unconventional as it may seem from their own perspective, and how that knowledge of personhood obtained during that quest can save them. how they can both use that knowledge to alter their perspectives, and how they can learn from each other as they do so: the pikmin learning independence, and olimar learning to accept change.

the problem is that olimar doesn't learn that. olimar learns just about the opposite of that, in fact. and it's going to take all of DLD2, and all of DLD3, and a good amount of DLD4 before anyone will have the will to scream at him with a gun to something he actually cares about, because god forbid would it ever be himself.

this guy is going to get skinned alive by something that knows him better than he knows himself. and he can either sit there and take it, or he can fight back. so it's a shame that he never fights under improbable odds, only the impossible or the certain. maybe if someone drove that like a railroad spike through his stupid stubborn skull he'd actually have a chance.

(on a less literarized note, id just like to say that pikmin 3 is a god tier character study for olimar because it takes a really special kind of person to get that fucked over by their own individual hubris, and an even more special kind of person for Olimar's Comeback to happen at all. (but that's for DLDP3, and by the time DLDP3 rolls around our single most important canon divergence has grown into such a canyon that Olimar's Comeback won't even happen at all. but you didn't hear that from me))

(and on a comedic yet entirely unexaggerated note, this guy's got 99 problems and the various methods by which he lies to himself to maintain a facade of normalcy and self-satisfaction and generally his inability to level with himself that everything wrong in his life is not fine is about 98 of them.)

[puella-peanut]

Teenage tramp Daniel has the hots for handyman Kreese lmao. Thots?

Gorgeous, seventeen year old neighborhood tramp Daniel LaRusso is…mad. Big Mad to be exact. 

It’s all because his attempts at seducing the local, rugged, handsome neighborhood handyman have…fallen flat. Failed to lift off. Closed on opening night. Houston, we have a problem, and his name is John Kreese. 

Thing is, Daniel’s gone all out. Taken out all the big guns. Brought out the big, flashy, show-stopping numbers. He’s been coy, coquettish. An innocent and not-so-innocent tease. Sweet and shy. Sassy and spunky. A bonafide ingenue to the Lolita of the Valley, and all around the block and back again! 

Jeeze, he’s never worked this hard for a lay in his life!

See now—he’s worn his tiny band crop tops. His tiny tank-tops cut to show plump, caramel nipples. His even tinier, cut off jean-shorts that hardly leave anything to the imagination. 

He’s boosted himself up on the front of John’s battered Ford pickup, just to criss-cross those long, bare, coltish legs of his. Straddled (and stolen) ladders John’s been using while he works, to display parted, slender thighs. (And show off how limber he is. How…flexible.) Reached up to grab at nothing on his toes to show off a waist so small and trim that a pair of (large, callused, rough) masculine hands could span oh-so-easily. He’s bent himself over convenient surfaces—countertops, couches, tables, wobbly banisters and kiddie coloring tables for crying out loud!—to show off his sweet, juicy ass. The lush cheeks that spill out. The roundness of it all. 

He’s brushed up against John, sat touching him knee-to-knee, fallen across him “accidentally”, faked a sprained ankle in the hopes of a bridal-carry, and still—still goddammit!!—John hasn’t paid him any attention!! Not the slightest bit. 

All Daniel has gotten in return is: ‘Hey, you’re in my way.’ To, ‘Put some clothes on, Prima Donna, it’s January, and your sneezing is unhygienic.’ And even a, ‘Join the Service, kid. That’ll whip some sense into you.’

Ugh. 

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhh. 

…Why, by this time with his other conquests, he’d gotten railed twice over! All stupid, annoying, teenage boys; simple schoolboy, after-school flings to pass the time. Like that total brain-dead bimbo Johnny, or violent karate bad-boy Mike. To foreign exchange student Chozen, followed by future sociopath Dutch. A real slick wannabe named Ponytail got him next, then sweet preacher’s boy Bobby. Jimmy and Tommy had tag teamed him after, and then finally that dorky piano nerd, rich-boy Twig (he’d gotten real maid service, a night in a mansion, and breakfast in bed for that one!). Between all of them, Daniel had gotten laid in six months more than some people did in an entire year! Lifetime even! Yeah, yeah, the lays themselves didn’t rank too high on the scale of one to ten (some far lower than others!)—but a fucking was a fucking, and he had been sixteen and desperately horny. Besides it had been summer, and California had made it too hot to be too fussy. 

…Except that now he is, because there is something about this Kreese that gets him all hot and bothered. Something about those sinewy, hairy, muscular arms. That solid, sturdy body. The heavy booted footsteps. The worn jeans and faded flannel. The fluffy, sandy hair (and matching, coarse stubble). The hairy, broad, hard chest. The squareness of his jaw, the strapping height. The surprising brightness of his blue eyes. The sudden, rare smiles. The fact that he is older, is an adult. A full grown man. That he can do anything to Daniel, and, smitten boy that he is, he’d let him. 

Yeah, Daniel wants him like one would want a cool drink on a hot day. He has it bad. But things have to get worse before they get better, right? And all fevers must run their course. 

And boy, what a fever this is!

(And may he never recover!)

…

Meanwhile, our John has indeed been stoic in the little tease’s presence—but, thing is, the moment he’s alone, tucked away safe in his bed or in the shower or even that one time in his kitchen for fuck’s sake—John has spent nearly every spare minute in his day jacking off furiously. Getting his sheets, tiles—even kitchen countertop—all sticky with jizz like he was fifteen again, and had seen a pair of breasts for the first time in a dirty magazine. (But those thoughts of his former teenage fantasies have nothing on the centerfold that is LaRusso.)

And, damn it, he spends far too much of his day dreaming about that full, red mouth. The glossy, floppy hair. Those long-lashed big brown eyes. The perky brown nipples, the slightest swell of the soft chest on that tiny, fragile body. The endless, shapely legs. The endless, tan skin. The endless smoothness of it. The curve of that plump ass. The bounce it had, the little tormenting jiggle when the boy walked with a spring in his step. The sweet little puckered cunt hidden between those slim thighs. How it would drip and spill and gush out all that John has to give the little shit. Is dying to. 

Oh, John’s got a calendar counting down the days until the boy is legal, until he’s all of eighteen and the law can’t save him—and then John’s gonna fuck him into submission, rail him into obedience. Pound that tight, juicy, boypussy raw until LaRusso can’t think for how good John’s giving it to him. 

And then he’s gonna make the little shit his, because fuck it all—the little Italian brat has made him fall for his charms big time.

Only a matter of time kid, John thinks later, watching the boy work his bag of tricks with a stoic, calm expression. Though he all but grins (inwardly) when the boy fumes in frustration at his non-reaction.

Just you wait, Prima Donna, John promises.

You’re mine. 

[daylightdisks]

happy 2nd anniversary to the time I learned the queen died via Left 4 Dead 2 chat

[ackee]

i was gonna share my poll hiding script but i. dont know how to share code through tampermonkey......

[learningbluejaymentality]

It's wild that most americans view cars as freedom machines when the ability to drive one without subjecting one's self to interactions with aggressively bored cops is predicated on regularly providing multiple bureaucratic agencies with copious amounts of paperwork attesting to your living, relationship, and employment statuses and likely whereabouts. A good bicycle and a decent bus network will give you more freedom in your city than a car ever could. A decent rail network and a good bicycle would unlock the whole country.

[zebrafiz]

pretty city for an even prettier girl

[glikozi]

ti skata forame stis 22 septemvriou me kairo kalokairiou??