#I MEAN IT'S OPEN IF YOU WANT IT TO BE BUT IDK

[leviathan-the-boy]

actually I'm not done talking about this

when I said that the show's sexualisation hampers it's message, I don't just mean it distracts from it and alienates the people who might have resonated with it, I mean it actively goes against it.

it's supposedly a commentary on sexualisation, how it's rewarded by capital and enforced by authority, but the main character, the rebel who's meant to contrast these systems, never gets to choose for herself. She's forced into an outfit she's not comfortable with and told "this is just how it works, deal with it if you want to succeed" and it's never addressed further. You can't claim to be against these things whilst narratively justifying it, claiming it's unavoidable, and literally profiting off of it.

It's especially frustrating since Ryuko's design is based on sukeban deka and sukeban fashion in general, a style that featured extremely long skirts and emphasized personalisation as rebellion against uniform standards and gender roles of the time. Making a character based on that and forcing them into a miniskirt feels spitefully misogynist to me idk.

It's not just immoral, it's badly executed and honestly pretty pathetic (and don't even get me started on how it handles sexual assault)

I just can't trust anyone who isn't open to being critical about this part of the show

It's actually crazy how Kill la Kill shouts at the top of its lungs how it's ABOUT FASCISM right from the get-go and this is like the least discussed aspect of the series, because people are much more interested in arguing about all the nudity. Honnouji Academy is a microcosm of a fascist state. Those who pledge loyalty to the regime and spread its influence are given rewards and a better standard of living, and all the while a lower class is maintained so the upper classes have someone to look down on, distracting them from the system's oppression. The show is not subtle at all about its intermingling of school systems and the military, or how the students take pride in being part of a greater whole. The very first scene of the first episode literally opens on a history lesson about Hitler. It's soooo not subtle.

[witherby]

does/how does lex find out about mouse? and does he ever try to use them as a bargaining chip to get kon to behave, not necessarily with threatening their safety but maybe leveraging access to them?

(but also kon seemed to get out of his room/cell pretty easy on his own to get into mouse's room, so who knows if lex could even with hold access to them)

lex's the type of man not to let even a sliver of opportunity out of his grip, but if mouse were threatened idk if anything could rly stop kon from getting back to them and exacting vengance.

Lex isn't an idiot. There are silent alarms Conner is tripping every time he leaves the compound. There's also a tracker in the suit Lex made for him, so figuring out that he's going to Wayne Manor to see a paramour doesn't take long.

Originally, Lex is going to use visits with you as a reward. "If you do exactly as I ask, you can go spend time with the Wayne." He quickly understands that Conner can go do that regardless of whether Lex tells him to or not. If he isn't given permission to go, he will find a way to do it regardless.

What he does instead is encourage this behavior. "I just so happen to have a meeting scheduled at Wayne Enterprises. You can attend and spend the day with your little lover while keeping an eye on the general ongoings in Gotham. If they need some heroic help, too, all the better. Practice makes perfect, my boy."

Lex knows Bruce is Batman. He just can't prove it. There's never enough evidence there to confirm his long-time suspicions. Maybe if Conner makes nice with the Wayne's, he'll have the chance to find out for himself once and for all that Bruce has a whole gaggle of vigilantes under his roof! If Conner wiggles his way into their hearts and manages to get a marriage under his belt, thus making him and Bruce in-laws, all the easier to find out his dirty secrets!!!

"Wait. What do you mean your partner isn't a vigilante."

"They're a metahuman, but M wants to go to culinary school so they can open a café. Isn't that great?"

" >:/ "

" :3 "

" >:/ "

"you got something against cafes, Lex?"

"No. But... I mean. Are they gonna learn how to make tiramisu"

"probably!"

"okay. That's....fine. it's fine."

So maybe he can't leverage this romance as much as he'd like. Even just implying that he doesn't like Mouse's career choice turned Conner's eyes red, and Lex didn't like the way his pulse jackknifed about that.

[skydrag0n]

Had another annoying allergy incident SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!

MORE FRUIT ALLERGIC TO FRUIT AU CONTENT (loosely based off of earlier today)

*Damian and Tim are on a mission alone together and are just chilling in their hotel room in their off time*

Damian: *pokes tim* “Timothy”

Tim: *just chilling and ignoring his little brother like older siblings do*

Damian: *pokes him again*“Timothy”

Tim: *playing flappy birds on his phone idk*

Damian: *shakes tim aggressively* “TIMOTHY”

Tim: “JESUS OK! What do you want?!”

Damian: “I require sustenance”

Tim: ?

Damian: “I’m hungry”

Tim: *sigh* “Ok what do you want to eat? I’ll order something to the room”

Damian: “Food”

Tim: “What kind of food?”

Damian: “preferably edible food”

Tim: “How ‘bout Thai?”

Damian: “Acceptable”

*blah blah blah Tim orders the food and he DOES remember to tell the staff about his citrus allergy*

*Food arrives*

Tim: *opens the delivery bag* “Ah shit”

Damian: “Hm?”

Tim: “I told them about my allergy right? Or did I forget again”

Damian: “You did indeed inform them of your body's pathetic reaction to citrus”

Tim: “Welp.. looks like they forgot.. there’s an orange slice in my fried rice”

Damian: “Do you want to switch?”

Tim: “Nah it has meat in it, I’ll just have to throw it away cause neither of us can eat it”

Damian: “… are you ok?”

Tim: *seconds away from crying* “What if I just eat it anyway so it doesn't go to waste”

Damian: “NO!”

Tim: *teary eyed* “But it’s perfectly good food. I don't wanna waste it!”

Damian: “DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL YOU IMBECILE”

Tim: :’(

[bababonzer]

Can someone smarter than me help dissect the meaning behind this painting? I can’t find a whole lot online

I looked at the artist’s other work- all fantastic. I saw one more of a male figure clutching at the same area of their lower back.

This painting is called “Lato Oscuro” completed in 2017 by Mihail Dinisiuc insta here https://www.instagram.com/mihaildinisiuc?igsh=M2pjcGlqdTQzOG5y

The title translates to “dark side” in English

At first I thought maybe it was an expression of nerve pain, but the way the dark tendrils wrap around the arms, the marble pedestal, and the colorful silks along the ground lend to a “display” - and that’s not even accounting for the pose of the subject. The pose is indicative of suggestive vulnerability (obv it’s his magnificently rendered tukus)

Surface level, I could see it as “trying to rip out the darkness (or probably more apt desire) to appeal to the viewer, or society, at large”? But failing to do so in the very act of removal being rooted in the presence of the desire in the first place.

The figure is nude and headless. The parts of the body that are usually well put away are on stage (behind, genitals, even the soles of the feet). But not the head. Not even the back of the head. Is it slung low in effort? Or hidden to denote something purposeful? Like is this a specific person or is this a mindless feeling of some sort of urge to be rid of the darkest unseen parts of a person?

It could also be that I’m looking at the force of the pull and immediately jumping to ‘rip out’, it could just be that the figure is using the tendrils as a grip to spread himself. Which is also pretty cool

Also the locket! What’s up with that????? It’s open and displaying the insides to the viewer just like the subject. Usually lockets hold images or things you want close to your heart. Is this an admission of the ‘dark sided’ desire? Or what

Am I reading too much into a beautiful painting of this guys ass??

Idk help me out I just want to figure out what this could mean. I need outside input

Mihail Dinisiuc (b.1989 ) Republic of Moldova

[kittyhowlett]

tags: professor! logan, unprotected piv, oral sex (m and f receiving), virgin reader, pussy pronouns, creampie, daddy kink, professor kink, logan might have a innocence kink, praise, slight degradation??? (idk logan calls reader a cumslut) taboo themes, sub!reader, dom!logan, mention of sub space, logan is a little mean, reader is a babbling mess at times but she knows what she wants, LOGAN WEARING GLASSES MEOW, and think that’s it?? pls lmk know if i missed anything- also! this is not proofread these are just my unfiltered horny thoughts

word count: 2.9k+

the cool air of the evening hit you as you were waking down the busy streets of manhattan. reminding you that you also opted for a thin top with no bra underneath. the reason why you’re not really sure, maybe some part of your conscious that really hopes something more than just a tutor session happens tonight. a few hours after class ended you emailed your professor, hoping you could get some help on the subject considering you had a D minus. at first when writing the email you were certain that your intentions were to really raise your grade, then after your professor told you to meet him at his house, as his work day had ended and surely gone home, you’re mind started spinning. you’ve always had the hots for your professor, logan. always staring a little too long at his big hands as he grades papers, or the way his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, his huge biceps and the way they flex when he’s writing something on the chalkboard that you were surely too entranced to remember what it was. but now, as youre walking up the stairs to his apartment and gently knocking on the door. you realized that this was just you trying to see him and be close to him. you knock two times at the door before the door is swung open. and my god, does he look delicious. i mean, you saw him in class before, but right now he looks different, his hair a little tussled and messy, his glasses sitting a little lower on his nose and his white button up, two buttons undone at the top. “hey, you’re here early.” he motions for you to come inside. his apartment was cozy, a lot of wood accents, dim warm lighting, and the faint smell of cigar smoke. he walks over to his couch where he has his laptop open and some books on the coffee table. “please, sit.” you sheepishly sit on the little loveseat. “so, uh i know this last semester has been a little tough on you” he starts. “you’re grade went from a C plus to a D minus, i’m sure you’re aware of course, but i wanted to let you know that i’m always eager to help my students, and you don’t have to wait to let it get bad if it can be helped” you let out a soft sigh. “yeah i- i know i’m sorry that i’ve been distracted lately i just kind of have a lot going on in my life” you really don’t you’re just toobusy staring at his biceps in class to focus on the material he’s teaching.

“that’s alright sweetheart we can sort it out” you blush at the nickname. he starts to open up a book, flipping through the pages. “alright so why don’t you tell me specifically what’s troubling you the most, you seem to be having trouble with my economics exams, is it okay with you if we start there?”

a few hours go by and you’ve been on your best behavior, trying to focus on the material your professor is re-teaching you. “you seem to be catching up so far, however there are only two exams left in this semester, and even if you pass both of those you’ll be back at your original grade which was C plus, there’s not much else i can do, we can do more sessions to make sure you grasped the material if you’re still not feeling confident enough”

you stutter over your words a bit. “ i- uh- listen professor, my parents are not all that happy that they’re paying a bunch of money for me to study in this university, and im failing two of my classes. is there anything i can do for at least a B minus?”

he seems a bit upset at first but they’re a glint behind his eyes you can’t quite catch.

“honey, i understand okay? but you can’t waltz in here with a small top and even smaller skirt hoping it gets you a better grade, you have to put the work in if you wanna see good results, i would suggest trying to focus during class instead of going off to dreamland”

you scoff, completely offended- because how dare he read you like that .

“im sorry? i- what are you even talking about?”

“sweetie, it’s not hard to see what you’re trying to do, to say it isn’t working wouldn’t be entirely true- but i can’t let you get off that easy, tell you what, come here.” he pats the spot next to him, motioning you get closer to him. you scoot over until you’re really close. and i mean too close, his smokey woodsy scent is invading your brain and you can feel his hot breath on your face. he brings his hand up to stroke your hair and play with it. your eyes start glossing over at the little bit of affection he’s giving you, it’s driving you insane. you look up at him, very doe eyed and glossy pout.

“you have no idea what yer doin to me sweetheart”

he strokes the front strand of your hair and kisses your cheek. noticing your tearing up, he gets concerned.

“what’s wrong princess?”

you’re words come out in a babble, feeling to overwhelmed to even let out a coherent thought.

“i- uh- just wan- ta- make u feel good”

he curses under his breath.

“i know, you’ve always been eager to please right?”

“mmhm” you let out a soft moan.

suddenly he’s bringing his hand to your thigh and stroking it softly, he gives you a soft peck to your plump lips.

“you wanna tell me what you want, pretty girl?”

“mm- uh- ijust-“

“what was that honey? you gotta be speak up”

“i wan t- mm- i-“

suddenly he grabs the back of your hair and yanks it a little. not too hard, but enough to make a statement.

“mmuh i want you to touch me please-“

“that easy, sweetheart.”

he brings his hand from your thigh up your skirt and cups your pussy. feeling its warmth and wetness. he begins to kiss you again, rougher this time and weaving his other hand through your hair. slowly rubbing at the little wet spot on your panties.

“is this okay, baby?”

“ye-yes mm please- need more”

he stops suddenly but before you can protest he’s stand up and picks you, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you to the his bedroom. gently laying you down on the edge of his bed. he takes your little boots off and throws them to side. spreading your legs he, gently caresses your damp panties with the back of his fingers.

“you’ve been waiting for this for a while yeah?”

“mmhm”

he tuts.

bringing his nose up to inhale your scent through your panties, he curses again. making your face turn red with embarrassment and arousal

“fuck, can i take these off baby?”

“yes, professor”

although he’s heard you say those words countless times, hearing you say it in this setting makes the tent in his pants start to throb with the primal urge to fill you up and make you his.

he slowly takes your light blue panties off, looking at you through his glasses and pocketing the thin material for later purposes.

“look at that, she’s fucking dripping for me”

before he can do anything your sitting up and grabbing his face.

“wait, professor- i uh- ive never-”

you don’t have to finish what you’re saying for him to understand.

his face is a little shocked at first but then it’s reassuring.

“are you sure you want to? i don’t wanna-“

“yes, yes professor i just wanted to tell you because maybe you wouldn’t want to”

“oh no baby, that’s never stopped me before, what makes you think i wouldn’t”

“i dont kn- know, i’m a little nervous”

he sighs, cursing under his breath again over how innocent you are.

“look at me honey, i’m gon’ make u feel good i promise yea? lay back down for me.”

you do as instructed and try to hide your face from his view from how embarrassed you are.

he focuses his attention back to your aching hole, licking from bottom to the top, and then suckling on your little bud.

“mm tastes s’fucking good”

the ache in your core begins to worsen as he continues to tease your cunt, pressing little kisses and sucking on ur clit for way too little time.

“p-please daddy- i need more”

it’s not that he’s never been called that by another woman, it’s just the way your sweet voice says it that has him losing all sanity and giving you the best head you will ever receive in your life.

his beard burning the edge of your thighs as he eats you out like you’re his last meal on earth. his tongue fucking your hole while his nose bumps at your clit, literally has you moaning high pitched whines and incoherent words. it’s all too much and suddenly your feel a hot flush through your belly and your cumming all over his face. getting you slick all over his beard.

he stands up, and brings hand to the back of your head pulling you in for a wet, sloppy kiss, that has you moaning into his mouth. he pulls back and as he’s about to take off your top, you push him back.

“w-wait, i - professor i wanna try something.”

he looks at you a little confused but then you get off the bed and drop to your knees in front of him.

“oh sweetie, you don’t have to do that-“

“please, professor, i really always wanted to try it.”

and how can he say no to his favorite student.

he gives you a nod and tangles his fingers in your hair, letting you unbuckles his black trousers, and bring them down to his thighs. oh the little look on your face when you see his thick bulge through his boxers, he’s never seen anyone cuter in his life.

you pull his boxers down letting his cock spring out and almost hit you in the face.

the look on your face tell him all he needs to know, you’re wondering how that’s gonna fit inside you.

you lightly grip his shaft stroking it a bit, bringing your hand to the top to spread his precum all over his cock. you stick your tongue out and give lick from the bottom to top, making him shudder.

you start to suck on the tip hollowing out your cheeks, trying to mimick what you’ve seen in–uh….videos. you take him down to the middle of it thinking there no possible way you could take him all the way. that is until he grabs a tuft of your hair, and forces his length all the way down your throat. making you choke and pulling off with a spit string attached his cock. you look up at him and he grunts, “look at me, breathe through your nose, and relax, yeah?” you try again, taking him all the way down so that your nose is touching the curls at his base. “good girl, just stay still.”

he starts fucking your throat at a fast pace, you try your hardest to breathe through your nose but the way he’s fucking the back of your throat raw is making you gag and choke. “fuuuck, yea that’s a good girl, your doing s’good for me baby.”

the praise is making your cunt leak on the floor and getting you lightheaded. lost in a space that makes you feel like you’re floating. he pulls you off his cock and you make lewd pop sound making him grunt.

he picks you up off the ground, laying you on his bed again. taking off your top, and playing with your perky nipples. he’s kissing you rough and deep and fighting for dominance with his tongue. his cock is red and swollen as he rubs up against your glistening cunt. getting your slick all over him before he pushes in. and when he does, it’s the most beautiful feeling ever, it’s slightly painful but the stretch is too delicious for it to not be pleasurable.

“mm fuck, daddy!”

you bury your face in his neck, tears already rolling down your face.

“i know baby, i got you”

he lets out a deep growl as he bottoms out.

slowly thrusting in and out. his pace remains slow until it becomes too much and not enough and you’re begging him to go faster. he picks up the pace, faster, and then ever faster, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your whines and his groans fill the room. and you’re sure all his neighbors hate you guys right now.

it’s all too much, you’re lost in this state of ecstasy and his hot breath in your ear, cooing sweet things and suddenly your somewhere else, in a deep space of submissiveness. where all you can think about is how you’re being absolutely dominated and taken over by your professor, then you hear his voice. “you look so fucking pretty like this baby, all fucked out hm?”

you can’t even saying anything just whine and moan until he stops suddenly . making you whine in protest. “come here princess-” he sits down with his back against the headboard. “you want a B minus? show me that you’ve earned it.” he pats his thigh signaling for you to get on top of him.

you’re already fucked out and you don’t know how you’re gonna be able to ride him, but god, if there’s one thing that you want more than anything it’s to earn it.

not even the grades, you don’t care about that anymore, you just wanna earn that praise, you wanna be good for him and most of all, you want him to fill you to the brink with his cum.

so with that giving you the energy, you climb on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing off to the side, you pull him in for a deep and passionate kiss and sink down on to his cock. you break the kiss and place both your hands on his shoulders. you start to bounce as fast as you can. his hands fly down to your waist helping you move and your tits are incredibly close to his face. it’s taking all of him not to fill you up right now- he just wants to enjoy this for a just little bit longer, the way your tits are bouncing in front of his face and your brows furrowed, focused on being good and trying to earn your higher grade, he thinks might actually be in love with you. it’s then when he’s snapped out of his thoughts from you taking glasses off and putting them on yourself. it makes your eyes look significantly bigger and glossier.

“am i doing good- daddy”

“you’re doing so good princess, fuck- daddy’s gonna have to keep you behind after classes are done hm?”

you whine and blush at the thought of this being more than a one time thing.

“you gonna be a good little slut and come on your professors cock?”

“y-yea” it comes out whiny and airy.

suddenly he’s grabbing your hips and fucking his cock in and out of your cunt at a diabolical pace, making your belly feel really warm again, but this time it’s different, you feel a pressure that is about to be released, and before you can warm him, your gushing all over his thighs and abs, squirting alll over him.

but he doesn’t stop he just groans really loud and grabs your hips with an iron grip that you’re sure will leave bruises later.

“oh fuck baby, i’m gonna cum- agh where do you want it” he manages to grunt out.

“wan u to cum inside of me please daddy- fill me up”

“god- oh fuck yea baby, you wan me to fill you up with my load hm?? u wan’ be a good little cumslut for me?” his grunts are louder now.

“yeess pleaseee professor” you whimper out.

and with two-three more thrusts his spilling inside of you, the warm sensation, unfamiliar but extremely pleasant and you’re falling over on his chest, catching your breath. he looks at you, still with his glasses on, and smushes your cheeks together to give you a kiss, taking off your (his) glasses and putting them back on so he can see how his cum drips out of your puffy cunt.

“i’d say that’ll earn you an A plus for the rest of the semester, sweetheart.” he says out of breath.

you turned your face down, feeling embarrassed.

“whats up, baby?”

“i uh- i didn’t want you to think i just did that for a good grade. i actually been wanting to do that for a while and i- uhm really like you professor.”

he lets out a deep chuckle.

“i know princess, noticed how you would stare at me during lectures, you’re not very good at hiding it”

“oh- uh- i uh-”

now you’re really embarrassed.

“but what you didn’t notice is how bad i wanted to kiss your pretty little pout when i graded your last exam- or how bad i wanted to keep you behind after classes just to bend you over my desk and take you right there”

“o-oh.” your flustered, trying to think of what to say to him.

“i mean after all sweetheart, you have always been my favorite student”

something tells you you’re gonna start doing really good in this class now.

authors note: a lot of this was inspired by a fic i read earlier, by @carbonfiction . i hope u don’t mind i really enjoyed your sitting pretty fic and i was heavily inspired 🙈

[11queensupreme11]

From the breastmilk titty ask, i’m just curious which yandere who tries to latch on to that titty the most? 😩

idk if this is including the incest kids so i included them too 😅

unhinged, desperately craves the titty milk (in no order whatsoever):

eudorios, to no one's surprise. he needs his mother's milk. he CRAVES IT. it is literally his favorite beverage. it's what he tastes whenever he drinks ichor and nectar. HE NEEDS HIS MOMMY'S MILKY TITTIES SO BAD 😛 the only one on this list that forces himself to hold back cuz he doesn't wanna freak him mom out, but hooooooly shit it's getting harder and harder (literally and figuratively LMAO)

loki. down bad horny and feral for his wifey's titty milk. will literally try to drink it even in public, he has NO SHAME at all and percy's fed up with his ass 😭

anubis. another shameless god when it comes to his wifey's titty milk. he's constantly pawing at her in public, whining and begging and whimpering with little tears even beading in his eyes as he pleads with her: "pls pls pls pls pls, i'm on my knees for you, PLEASE let me drink your sweet sweet milk, honey buns pls pls pls 😭💖💖💖💖"

apollo's another shameless beggar LMAO. he'd drop to his knees and beg for a taste and goes absolutely ballistic once he gets it. he once asked percy if he could make a whole new fountain with her as the centerpiece where the water pours out of her titties and she gave him the silent treatment for a whole month LMAOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

horny, desperate, and lecherous, but with some restraint:

cú chulainn. come on, can you blame him?? he's married to THEEE percilla who literally puts the MOTHER in MOTHERhood, of fucking course he'd be thirsty for the titty milk. while the ones above are shameless, he'd at least have some decency to be private..... and by that, i mean he'd drag her to some dark corner and just drink from her there and try to be quiet

beelzebub! he's the devil, but he has the decency to have some restraint.... keyword being some. whenever he gets a sudden craving, all he could focus on are her tits and he tries not to shamelessly ogle her too, but sometimes it just gets too much that he needs to grab her and teleport her back home so they could have some fun 💖

poseidon. another shameless pervert. he'd just stare percy's boobs down with the blankest face ever before deciding, without a word, to just up and teleport themselves back to the palace so he can drink from her. though in the palace, he doesn't care who sees. he expects his servants to leave once horny times come, so the second they see their emperor and empress/princess return and he just... rips her dress open, they quickly leave the area 😭

thalassandros would literally DROOL at the thought of his mother's titty milk 💀 he fantasizes about it, daydreams about it, etc etc. he cannot escape the titties. they haunt him in a good way. he's literally gnawing at his own lip every time he sees his mother's boobs accidentally leak a bit and has to leave for some... privacy.

axiandros craves his mother's titty milk. he needs it so desperately, surely it can cure his daddy issues! he savors the childhood memories when he was still a babe and his mother freely let him drink from her... constantly has to do the horny grip meme every time he's around her. he's struggling so bad 🥺💔

luke, the sly little devil, definitely wants a taste of his mother's milk and is SUPER sneaky in trying to acquire it. whenever his mother has a little oopsies (a leak), he's always there to lend a hand and wipe her dress clean! it's totally unnecessary since she can just use her powers to dry off, but he's just trying to be a helpful son 💖 as he's wiping her down, he definitely "accidentally" tweaks a nipple to get her to leak more. oh no!

horny, but gentlemanly!:

hades! yes he wants the titty milk sooo bad, but he's at least respectful and suave about asking! he'd ease her into the idea by seducing her and that's how he gets the goods 😋 no need for shameless begging and exhibitionism with him, he's a true ✨gentleman✨

theromedes! ah yes, like father like son, except... he's holding himself back solely out of guilt and fear of his secret affections for his taken mother being discovered ��� he tries soooooo hard. every time his mother's titties start to leak, he immediately looks away and hands her a napkin because he's just THAT sweet 🥺 (may or may not lick the used napkin when she's not looking though.....)

pontoleon's a little shy and embarrassed to be thinking about it. he's not a kid anymore, why's he so obsessed with his mother's milk all of a sudden? (he's horny, that's why). the idea of drinking from her titties gets him so flustered and hard that he has to flee the vicinity pronto

sirenios thinks everything about his mother is beautiful, including her titties and titty milk! 💖💖💖 daydreams of drinking it straight from the source (her beautiful titties!) or carrying it around a gleaming goblet so he can drink it on the go! 💖

not that interested in the titty milk:

kymon! he likes the taste from when he was a baby, but he's not that horny for it. sure he thinks about it from time to time, but he's not down bad as the losers above LMAO

[ssentimentals]

Hiii!! I hope you're having a wonderful day when you read this~

Idk if you're still doing requests, but can I request 42. True Love's Kiss with Seungkwan? Even better if reader & seungkwan are in denial about loving each other but they kiss to break a curse and so it's like angsty and passionate bdjdjdkdkdk (like, the type where you lean your forehead against them after the kiss and dive in again sjskskks)

Please and thank you 🫶🏻

hiii, anon! thank you, so sweet! i'm having a wonderful day and i hope you are too, thank you for requesting :')

prompt: 'true love's kiss/breaking a curse'

'it says only true love's kiss can break the barrier,' you read out loud, sighing. 'well, shit.'

only you and seungkwan could be this lucky to stumble into that stupid trap. part of you wants to blame him for being so distracting, but you should've been on alert too; anyways, trying to figure out who's to blame here won't help the issue. and the issue at hand is huge - the barrier looks thin enough from the outside, but it glows in green, indicating that it's fully spell bound. while you were trying to translate everything what's written on the walls of the cave, seungkwan tried pretty much every single spell imaginable and nothing worked.

'i tried everything,' seungkwan mutters, confirming your thoughts. 'it's so weird it is to create a barrier like that.'

'we've seen weirder,' you say, shrugging.

seungkwan nods. you and him saw so much weirder stuff from all the time you went on missions together that this is hardly tops it all. however, this one is definitely the most uncomfortable one. seungkwan glances at you, trying to gauge your reaction. what are you thinking about it? true love's kiss thing? do you even believe in true love? seungkwan himself is not sure; he tries to think of a time when he's been in love and he can't really think of something. when he tries to think of love he sees... seungkwan swallows. he sees you smiling at him, when he did something good. he sees you laughing at one of his jokes. he sees you sleeping soundly on his shoulder, murmuring something in your sleep. he sees you dancing with no care in the world, radiating happiness and joy. is it strange than he sees you, when he thinks of love? seungkwan shakes his head. it can't be what he thinks it is. or... can it?

'i can't think of any counter spell,' you say, frowning. 'what else can we try to ruin this barrier?'

'the spell itself.'

'hm?' you turn to him questioningly. 'what do you mean?'

'i mean we can try the spell,' seungkwans explains patiently, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. 'the true love's kiss.'

you tilt your head to the side, confused. 'it's only us here, seungkwan.'

seungkwan is aware. he is very aware of it, too aware probably. but what if- 'we don't have much choice, right?' seungkwan tries to play it off. 'we can just try and see. what if it works out?'

you look at him like he's crazy. seungkwan thinks he might be crazy if he sees you when he thinks of love, but what if? this what if itches inside his skin like nothing else. slowly to not spook you, he inches closer to you. 'cause like, it's just a kiss, right?'

'just a kiss,' you repeat, frozen at your place. your eyes never leave his and something in them makes seungkwan step even closer. 'seungkwan...'

'yes?' he breathes out, standing so close that your barely there flowery perfume fills his nostrils. he gently cradles your face in his hands, noticing how you swallow hard. it's good to know that he's not the only one who's nervous. 'if it doesn't work out then it's just a kiss.'

'and if it does?'

seungkwan answers with a kiss. it's tentative at first, just a press of lips against each other. and then you open your mouth and seungkwan is not strong enough to not dig in. he can't help it - kissing you is a whole another experience on its own. the sounds you make, the way you taste, the way you respond - seungkwan kisses you with everything he has and you kiss back the same. he pulls back to breathe, resting his forehead against yours.

'seungk-' you start but he kisses you again. it's too good to stop but then you pull away, pushing at his chest with your hands. 'seungkwan, wait-' you look at somewhere behind his back. 'the barrier...is gone.'

seungkwan turns around, not entirely shocked to see that barrier is indeed gone. which means- 'you are it,' he whispers, turning back to you. 'true love's kiss. true love. mine.'

he wants to say so much more. he wants to let you know that you are on his mind always, all the time, constantly- but then you both feel strong magic flow, which can be coming only from monsters. without saying anything he reaches out and you readily give him your hand.

'together?' he asks, smiling.

you nod, blushing. 'together.'

you two can talk later. talks about love can wait and they definitely will come as long as you two stay together.

a/n: this was soooo fun to write omg! spells are so interesting, hope you liked it, let me know! <3 - nini

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[noirsdoll]

-> pretty please? part four

all aboard! | the dinner party | room for three | nothing even matters

pairing: curly / wife!reader / jimmy

words: 4.0k

tags: referenced rape, anal sex (m/m), oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), missionary (f/m), curly and reader are married with two kids, anya and reader are 'friends', jimmy went to prison, references of jimmy's abuse towards anya, tiny feet mention, homophobia and use of the f slur, plot with porn, cheating, world's worst polycule, omniscient cucking

notes: i was stuck on that last scene for like. two months LMAO sorry this took so long omg no one asked for this but i need to make their lives worse idk. also wrote some more anya in here. curly's #1 antagonist is his bisexuality

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Curly is wrong.

He’s been wrong in arguments— you tell him as much. It’s easier that way. You’re right, he’s wrong, that way things stay stagnant. You don’t blow up at him and he doesn’t have to do anything he regrets.

He and Jimmy are in the backseat of the car, a five-seater to fit the whole family. Curly’s used to squeezing in the back with the kids because you don’t trust Jimmy near them. He understands. You’re right, he’s wrong— there’s no point in a fight. 

But he’s never felt wrong.

Curly hiccups, his face flushed with alcohol. Jimmy, startlingly sober, is sitting next to him. Jimmy’s feet are propped up against the back of the front seat, smearing dirt from his ratty sneakers. It’s so dark outside that Curly can hardly see anything.

The kids are inside sleeping; the pair are parked in the driveway, only recently back from the bar. This is the only time you let them both leave together. You don’t yell, you just sigh, well, because there’s no point in a fight. 

Jimmy doesn’t hold hands and doesn’t say anything that isn’t concealed in fifty layers of snark. He is unfeeling and unattached, yet Curly is so drawn to him. Moth to flame, gun to his head, does it matter anymore?

Here, they are in the dark and hidden. Here, Curly is free to sin. 

Jimmy uses his teeth more than his lips. He leaves marks because he knows you won’t say anything. You know what’s happening here just as much as Curly is pretending he doesn’t. He’s crowded against the car door, broad expanses of chubby muscle and big tits like a girl.

Jimmy plays with them like they really are tits, flicking his nipple and biting down on one hard enough to make Curly cry out, tears beading on his waterline. He even fucking cries like a girl. Jimmy doesn’t even need to say it— Curly is thinking it.

Perhaps he is a girl. You made him your bitch, going so far as to parade him around to the former crew like a trophy, perfectly situated at your feet.

Jimmy digs his unclipped fingernails into Curly’s flesh, fatty muscle spilling past his fingers. His pants are bunched around his thighs, his knees are bent and shoved up to his chest, situated awkwardly on the seats. 

Jimmy clicks open a bottle of lube. The only reason he has one is because Curly begged him to buy some— and if Curly were walking too funny to fuck you properly, you probably wouldn’t feed Jimmy for the following month. 

It’s cold as Jimmy drizzles it down Curly’s balls and his ass, he catches it with his fingers before it soils the car seat. He shudders at the chill, preparing for when Jimmy pushes in. 

There’s no prep and no room to breathe, Curly hates this. It’s painful. Unforgiving. It feels like a punishment. Maybe it should be, Curly finds himself more and more at home with that thought. He should be punished for wanting this. 

One hand shoots up to press flat against the window, his body instinctively trying to squirm away from that first push, the one that aches the most. It never seems to hurt for Jimmy. All he can see is the shadow of Jimmy’s hair and the glint of his smug grin as he nestles his hips flush against Curly’s ass. 

Jimmy fucks mean and rough, fogging up the windows and making Curly feel like nothing. His cock sits uselessly against his stomach, balls heavy and begging for release. You don’t let him cum if you’re mad at him, and you’re always angry at him for something or another. Jimmy lets him orgasm if Curly can get himself there. 

Jimmy’s nicer than you are, Curly finds. Ever since that day, you seem to have a fucking vendetta against him, like he cheated on you and not the other way around. This thing, between him and Jimmy, isn’t even sex, not really. 

If it were, you’d hold it over his head like everything else. Look, honey, you’d say to the kids, Daddy’s a faggot. That’s why they never do it in the house, Curly makes sure of that. He doesn’t want his kids to know about this; he’s supposed to be a man. Men don’t do this.

Jimmy pulls out to cum on Curly’s tongue, it drips down his chin. He spits in Curly’s mouth too for extra measure, finishing off the pretty picture. He swallows it all down.

He didn’t get to cum.

You fucking hate coffee.

You stare down at your crappy cappuccino and then longingly across the table at Anya’s earl grey latte. Anya asked to hang out and Curly was off today, so you agreed. Before departing the hell hole you called home, you made sure to leave a sticky note on the coffee table with thoroughly detailed instructions on how to make baby formula and change diapers. You’d figured she’d be better conversation than your one-year-old.

Anya’s glowing: the type of woman who’s pretty without makeup and treats it like an option. She's wearing a ribbed dull-colored turtleneck. Her hair is long, straightened, and ends at the small of her back. To think, two years ago, you were both on the Tulpar’s twilight cruise.

“How are you doing now, Anya? How’s med school?” You ask with a tight smile.

She brightened up more at that if it was even possible. “Oh, it’s so exciting! I got an internship at a lab, and I’m helping to make mRNA vaccines. The interesting thing about mRNA viruses is that there’s a new strain every year…”

You tune her out, drinking your coffee and pretending not to hate it. It’s giving you a migraine. Anya has money, albeit less now due to student loans, and she looks so irrefutably happy. She’s not waking up at random hours of the night to feed a baby that looks nothing like her husband, she’s not finding new stretch marks every other week, and she’s not constantly mentally exhausted.

“...and yeah, it’s a small job, but it makes me feel part of a bigger picture, y’know?”

“Yeah, completely.” The coffee leaves a film in your mouth that you can’t quite swallow down. That’s what you get for ordering coffee in a tea shop.

She reaches across the table to grab your hand, and you can’t help but glance down at the simple band of silver wrapped around her ring finger. Anya pulls back with a soft laugh. “You’ve noticed! Yeah, he proposed a handful of weeks ago. It's no big deal, really,” she pauses, clearing her throat. “Enough about me. How are you?”

You shrug. “Same old. My eldest just learned how to walk and now he wants to run everywhere. Can’t get a hold of him long enough to feed him.”

Her eyes light up. “I should come over some time! I bet they look just like you, wonderful face and all.”

You smile and agree. You might pass her off to Jimmy to see if all that therapy’s been doing its job. Anya doesn’t know that her beloved Captain paid off Jimmy’s bail so he can suck his dick right at home— no need for a conjugal visit. You wonder if that will sour any opinions on Pony Express’s best.

Eventually, your little play date ends. Anya leaves with a wave and sets off into the dazzling afternoon, a smattering of earth tones and a fluttering maxi skirt.

You rub your eyes with a sigh. It’s time to go back to the kids.

You return to Jimmy on that god-awful couch, watching sports on the TV. You’re used to that—not your kid perched on Jimmy’s knee and playing with him. He’s a mix of you and Curly, thick blond curls with your eyes.

“Dada!” Your kid squeals, giggling as Jimmy tickles his stomach.

Jimmy glances at you and snickers. “You hearing this guy?”

You swallow down your anger. God, not in front of the kid, not in front of the kid. It’s not his fault. He doesn’t know that Curly’s his dad. Jimmy’s a deadbeat who’s always hanging around here, so it’s no wonder he got confused. Curly’s off working most days. You can remedy this later.

“Where’s Grant?”

He gestures with his head down the hall. “He’s feeding the baby.”

You ruffle your kid’s hair and kiss his forehead, uneasy about leaving him with Jimmy, but you have bigger fish to fry. Walking into your baby’s room, you find Curly standing there, holding the bottle up to your baby. 

He sees you and his face melts with relief. “Ah, there you are. I’m not sure, no, I don’t know how to do this.” Curly offers both the baby and bottle and you take them.

“Why’d you leave Jimmy alone with our son?” You ask flatly. You’re glancing down at your baby. His features are close enough to Jimmy’s to make you sick.

“I figured he’s got it. He’s been living with us for over a year now, he must’ve picked up some of it—”

Your glare shuts him up. “One thing, Grant. I asked you for one thing.” You sigh, trying not to let your emotions wash over your baby. You read somewhere that they sense that sort of thing. “Could you get his dick out of your mouth long enough to think for yourself?”

Curly’s hands itch at his sides, but you know he won’t hit you when you’re holding his baby, even if said baby looks nothing like him. You continue. “I left you a step-by-step list. What, do you need an instructional video too? His formula is too cold.”

Curly’s forehead creases in a myriad of frown lines. He’s just standing there and pouting. “I read the instructions. They never said to warm anything—I’m trying, okay? I want to be a good father!”

You scoff, appalled. “Oh, you want to be a father all of a sudden? Our kid just called Jimmy his dad, so go to the living room and make fucking sense of that.”

Curly bristles, but he leaves, all six feet of him wilting into a dejected heap. It’s like that pose is muscle memory to him, so perfectly trained into his nature.

“Useless fag,” you mutter, loud enough to make sure Curly hears it.

Jimmy’s got the beloved Captain tonguing his balls in a bar bathroom.

You’re the everpresent cuck in this relationship, whether you know that or not, you know that they fuck at this bar, you know that Curly’s busy getting hard for a man that isn’t you and you just let it happen.

Jimmy thinks you have bad stamina. What, you lost your energy to fight the good fight? To preserve the tranquility of your marriage? You got raped once and you lost your spine. 

He should’ve done it earlier, he should’ve done it on the Tulpar. He should have broken you down early so you weren’t such a fucking nuisance. You have too much of an ego to press charges. Anya didn’t, that’s why she has all his fucking money. Because she was enough of a little bitch to cry on camera and smear his name with loads of filthy shit that didn’t fucking happen.

Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore. He doesn’t need to want for anything any longer when Curly’s always there to foot the bill and spread his legs for him. Jimmy’s living the dream.

Jimmy doesn’t even care for the sex all that much. It’s a fat load of work to make himself cum—he just likes the way Curly looks with his lips stretched over his balls and seeing his cock hang there unattended and flush with shame.

Curly’s the one with his knees on the dirty tiles, close enough that Jimmy could dunk his head in the urinal and make him lick a cake. He’d fucking like it, if the way his cock is drooling pre has anything to say about it.

Curly wraps a hand around it, his big mitts almost making his dick look small. He pumps it eagerly, squeezing near the tip, treating it too well for what Jimmy thinks he deserves. 

Jimmy presses a shoe up against the underside of Curly’s dick, pushing it against his stomach and soiling a wet spot on his shirt. The soles of his shoes are filthy; he thinks he stepped in dog shit on the way here. Curly doesn’t care, panting around Jimmy’s sack as he continues. 

He rocks his foot back and forth, knowing it hurts. Jimmy couldn’t care less. The dumb Captain can’t even tell the difference, it seems. Curly cums all over himself, staining his shirt. 

Jimmy adds to it, stroking his cock alongside Curly’s mouth as his cum lands on Curly’s thick eyelashes, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. Curly licks it all up. What a fucking faggot. 

Curly stands up, shakily pulling up his pants and examining his ruined shirt with a frown. He’s gonna have to walk out of this bar with this mess all over him. Gonna be hard to hide that, huh?

Curly tries to lean in for a kiss, but Jimmy turns his head. Curly just had Jimmy’s balls in his mouth for the last ten minutes—he’s not interested in finding out what that tastes like. Also, Jimmy doesn’t kiss.  Well, he does, but only when you can see. 

He only does it because you hate it. 

You’re trying to get some sleep after the exhausting day you had. The kids are finally in bed and you’ve barely had enough energy to eat a proper dinner today. Motherhood fucking sucks. You knew it would be hard, but you didn’t expect this. 

Your back always hurts and your feet ache from constantly being kept on them. You’re usually chasing after your oldest to try and get him to strapped into his high chair for dinner or worrying that your baby isn’t latching onto your nipple right. It’s a full-time job and out of the three adults in the house, you’re the only one fulfilling it. 

So when you wake up in the middle of the night to Curly’s entire body weight pinning you down to the mattress, you’re pissed. You can tell he’s drunk because he's burning up, hot enough to raise the global temperature by a couple of degrees. 

“Grant,” you push at his shoulder, but he’s too busy muttering nothing into the crook of your neck. With no response, you shove again. “Grant, can you get off of me?”

“Baby, honey, sweetheart,” he purrs against you. Your breath hitches. 

“Grant?” You ask again, more inquisitive. You can’t help being a little concerned. All that time sucking Jimmy’s dick must’ve given him a lobotomy at this point.

He sits up, his arms on either side of you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, if you were sorry you wouldn’t come home at the ass crack of dawn.” You wrinkle your nose. “God, you reek of beer.”

Curly shakes his head, taking your hand and pressing the palm flat against his chest. Through the thick muscle, you can’t exactly feel his heartbeat, but he stares down at you as if you can, pupils blown wide in the darkness. 

He tugs your hand up until it’s framing his neck, close enough to wrap around his throat and squeeze. “I’m sorry. I wanna be good. I want you—,” he swallows, closing his eyes and sighing. “I want you to think I’m good.”

Curly’s hair falls over his eyes. He takes your hand off of you, kissing your wrist, down your forearm, his warm breath curling over your skin and erupting goosebumps. 

“Grant, what the fuck are you doing?” He’s just babbling now. Does he think this half-assed apology is gonna work on you?

He sits up and kisses your fingertips, one by one. He kicks the blanket off of you, kissing along your exposed stomach, maneuvering his way down until he’s hunched at the foot of the bed. Curly pressed his mouth onto your panties, right over your cunt. You feel his tongue on you through the fabric. 

His arms wrap around your thighs and he continues. You can feel your panties get soaked with slick and his spit. You watch in tempered shock as he hooks the material to the side and delves into your pussy.

It’s pleasant and not half-bad for being done in a drunken stupor. To be fair, you’ve trained him to eat it the way you like it. If he didn’t know how to do it by now, there’d be even greater problems with your marriage.

Yes, you’re aware your marriage has gone to shit. That half-baked plan you cooked up on the Tulpar turned out to be soft-boiled at best. Curly’s too busy warring with his bisexuality to raise his kids and you’re too exhausted to keep Jimmy’s influence away from them.

Pinning the blame on someone has lost all its satisfaction. You’re more interested in making it to the next day, even if it means biting your tongue and letting your husband suck a guy’s dick. Complacency has become your best friend and yelling at Curly for banal things is your side piece.

When you cum, Curly lifts his head from between your legs with a lazy grin. You indulge him and slip your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp. His hands mess with the button of his pants, working them down his hips when you stop him with a foot on his stomach. He sits back on his heels, confused.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” You want to hear him say it. You miss when controlling him was as easy as this, as easy as pills in his coffee and a ring on his finger.

Curly takes your foot in his hand, using it to spread your legs wider and shift his hips closer to yours. “I’m sorry, honey. I want to show I’m sorry.”

You make an unimpressed noise. If he wants it, he’ll have to try harder than that.

“Please. Can I?” He’s like a big dog—you can almost hear his tail flopping eagerly against the mattress.

Look at him, asking for permission. It brings a smile to your face. “Yes, of course, you can.”

Curly fishes deep in his pocket for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it on. He lines himself up with you and slides in with a wet sound. His hand loops around your ankle and he fucks you sloppily. 

You melt into the sheets, watching as his grip on you turns desperate. His moans grow jagged and breathless, forming into one unbroken whine that pings off the walls and blooms warmth in your stomach. 

He slides your feet up to press against his chest, pulling your thighs together and ushering him in deeper, fucking your guts. Curly’s head ducks down and he kisses the pad of your toes. They’re freshly manicured because he loves to pay for it, though it often feels like a gift to him rather than to you. 

“You like it?” You ask, much too content with the gentle rocking of his hips, humping you at a loving tempo. 

Curly moans around your foot, nodding as his tongue darts out to lick your toes and his eyes roll back. Your cunt throbs. You’re a little off put by just how much he likes your feet—but this marriage has been a marathon stretch of appealing to his fetishes. First the dresses, then his humiliation, now this.

He lets go of your ankle, setting it down gently and giving him space to work above you. When he leans over you, rubbing your clit, an idea sparks in your head. You cup his cheek and he takes it and moans into the palm of your hand, eyes glazed over in simplistic pleasure only a man of his caliber can handle.

Curly lifts weights, but all those bar trips with Jimmy are catching up with him. He’s got a little pudge in his belly. It’s just more scalding skin to press against you and it makes you content enough to fall asleep. However, you want to prove a point. 

His cock grinds against your cervix. Curly doesn’t have the energy to pull out enough for a thrust. You moan, the blunt nails of your free hand dragging along his back. Your hips ache with the force of his wanton movements. 

He buries his face in your neck, huffing and whining, warm breath washing over your skin. “Gonna cum—fuck, please, think I’m gonna—,”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, you give his curls a tug to bring him back to Earth. “Didn’t say you could, baby.”

Curly groans then, bordering on animalistic. His hips plow deeper, with more fervor. It’s loud and sloppy to the point where you can hear how wet you are. “Need to—shit, need to. I’m sorry, honey. So, so, sorry,” he cuts himself off with a loud gasp that makes you arch into him. “I need to. Just want to, just once, please.”

You wonder how much of this is him being drunk and how much is not allowing him to cum for weeks. If you let up now, he’ll go soft—softer than he already is. But he’s your husband, and you love him, even if it feels more like a trauma bond now. 

Your neck feels wet, and you realize he’s sobbing, his hips slowing to a torturous cant that makes your thighs shake. Maybe you’re cock drunk, the way you used to be for him, because you let him cum. 

His load follows soon after and he presses his body flat to yours, eager to get every bit of his skin against you. Curly relaxes, the weight of him on you is a comfort you missed. 

You talk him down from his high, mumbling praises, the same ones he gave you that first night on the Tulpar. When he’d first succumbed to you and you’d foolishly believed that would be it. 

You didn’t know enough about him when you made that decision to make him yours—you don’t know much more now, just that this bed is one you’ll have to lay in. For life. 

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling rather than him. “I forgive you, Curly.” Saying that hardly alleviates the pressure in your chest, but it lessens it. 

He looks up at you in shock. “Honey, you don’t have to,” he says. 

You cup his cheek and he leans into you like it’s gravity keeping him tethered. Maybe it is. “You and Jimmy… I don’t want to hear about it or know about it.”

He nods, barely moving an inch, “I won’t tell you.”

His compliance stirs in your stomach. You want it to be a fight—you know what to do when it’s a fight. Now, you just feel lost. Despite your earlier words, you feel the anger in your voice. “It’s cheating.” You struggle to even say the words. “That ring was a commitment to me and you just—,”

He cuts you off. “I didn’t make a commitment to you, honey. I made one to our family,” he whispers into the quiet, sober and soft. 

You purse your lips. It hurts, but it’s what you need to hear. You’d never admit any fault of your own out loud, but you both know it’s there, simmering under everything. The weight of your mistakes built this relationship, Curly’s are the wind that tries to knock down this house of cards.

A part of you wants to be tougher with him, but you’re tired of being tough. You just want to coexist now, inhabit a place where everything is some semblance of normal. 

And maybe you can. If you try hard enough, pretend hard enough, and focus on bringing up your kids right. Maybe that’s what will make it all okay: securing their future. You have to believe it’s true. 

Months later, you receive Anya’s wedding invite. You debate ripping it to shreds.  

[rowretro]

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞

SUNGHOON GOES TO INDIA

♡Warnings: kissing, mentions of drowning, possibly suggestive, blood, idk what else

♡Synopsis: For my desi gurlies, especially vijay fans, im personally neutral but more a thala fan, but idk, I think you'll get some of the references, for my non-desi readers, it'll just be a very cute and crazy ff of Hoon's love life<3 ill do Jungwon justice in another ff T-T (perhaps another desi reference one?)

DISCLAIMER!!! I would like to say that the idols or just names mentioned in this ff, are obviously not a representation of them irl or how I feel about it. Like it or not, I can't be bothered to look for fake names. I simply think of a name on the spot, I believe Mia is the only fake name I came up w

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He's simply here for a wedding, that's all, in India for the wedding of his dear friend, and somehow, this quiet, innocent-looking man, has caused a vehicle accident, a cone speaker landing on the head of the man who offered him a lift. Now poor Jungwon's hair is a massive cone and he doesn't even realize. Guilty, Sunghoon sat by as he watched Jungwon in the water, realization washing in as he saw his beautiful reflection. His gorgeous face and his nice hair are a big cone. "IS THIS WHY YOU KEPT LOOKING AT THE SKY WHILE I WAS YELLING AT YOU?" Jungwon asked as Sunghoon slowly nodded.

However, his guilt faded. The sound of girls giggling and splashing about could be heard, and he just couldn't focus on Won's lecture. Instead, he swam by to see the gorgeous woman, water being sprayed at her as she stood on a big stone, trying not to get in the water with her friends. Her long lashes, toothy smile, and god her body... Sunghoon get your mind out of the gutter and think of a good plan. He looked at the water he was in and smirked. He had a plan.

"Guys! Look he's drowning-" one of the girls called out as they all brought him to shore. "It's a shame such a handsome boy had to drown..." Mia said with a pout "Check if there's life in the body- I mean man" Kazuha told y/n, as she rested her head against his chest to hear for a heartbeat. Sunghoon's hand slightly shook at this feeling. He's already got a crush on this pretty woman, he's started this stupid plan, and he better go through with it without getting a restraining order.

"Let me do the deed!" Mia said, as she tried to push on his stomach to get the water out. Seeing that it didn't work, Kazuha turned to y/n, the only one who studied abroad so she wouldn't face the backlash of practically kissing someone "I'm about to get married... you know what our families are like... it's ok if you're saving a life right?" she asks as y/n bit her lip before placing them on his, trying to get water out. Sunghoon felt his heart beating. Damn, a kiss before they even get to talk? "this is so sad, look at how he's yearning to breathe!" Zuha pointed out as y/n spat the water out, her eyes on the man again, his lips pouting for another kiss. She slaps him.

"Get up and stop acting." she scolds as Sunghoon opens his eyes, sitting up mesmerized by her beauty, "look at him. how he's staring! Stupid! idiot! Nonsense! Scoundrel! You- what the hell do you think about me you little bitch" her scolds sound like music to him. "Are you crazy?! you useless illiterate goon, do you have a brain? how dare you! I will kill you! I will slap you" "he's so not cute... his face is,,, not him," Mia said. With that she left, after throwing something at him, but it landed on poor Jungwon's tall hair, knocking him into the water yet again.

Sunghoon made his way into the massive home where he'd be staying, unaware of the fact his crush was also accommodated there. She hid under the bed, waiting for him to go. Only for him to strip before her, his dirty undies landing on her head, as she saw something she didn't want to see... It's going time. Sunghoon was showering, so she unscrewed the bed and chairs, in fact why not also electrocute him?. Kazuha helped her dear friend, switching off the main as she messed with the wires, "switch it on when you hear me whistle" she said. Big mistake.

Sunghoon, unbeknownst to the danger awaiting him walks into the room whistling. Hearing the whistling, Zuha turned the main on, and poor y/n got electrocuted, nodding her head and humming due to the electrocution. "Oh, what are you doing here?... Do you want a kiss? let me close the door then... oh you don't want me to? ok let me just come over, damn you scolded me so passionately there, but want me so badly now? I just can't understand these girls" Before he knew it, he too was being electrocuted by her lips on his cheek, literally. Hell Jungwon saw this scene through an open door, poor man just had to get an expensive haircut, and here he was, to scold Sunghoon and get his money, but instead...

Both Y/n and Jungwon were kissing Sunghoon's cheeks now. Kazuha looked through the window to see how it was going, just to see the man being kissed both ways. She switched off the main, and they went flying, landing on the screwless bed, that broke down just like that. Sunghoon smiled, taking it as she was literally lying on top of him, scolding him again. Even as she left, he didn't realize he was lying on top of poor Jungwon...

Sunghoon found himself at a bar drunk out of his mind as he was paying for himself and Jungwon. A peace treaty for putting him through torture since they landed in India. "Yo, waiter... why is this CD so small?" he asks as the waiter frowns "That's not a CD that's a vada appa" he says. "A Padayappa Cd? Then put it on I wanna hear the songs-" "No it's a vada that you eat." the waiter clarifies "Then why does this one have a hole and that one doesn't?" He asks, clearly drunk.

Who knew that taking Jungwon to the bar to treat him, would become hell for Jungwon, Sunghoon walked around questioning everyone whether a fish has legs, as they ran away in fear, "Won why are you sweating so much?" he asked so casually. "For the chaos you're causing how can I possibly not sweat?" he says so calmly "Here wipe it away with this cloth" he says throwing the snake in this direction "SNAKE! SNAKE!" Jungwon yelled as everyone ran here and there scrambling to leave "a-a snake- I had a snake around me?!" Sunghoon questioned.

"HELP- HELP-" Jungwon frowned, as he heard a girl scream for help not too far away. it wasn't too loud, but he could make it out, he shook Sunghoon, as he saw her banging on the window, waving. "Hoon that girl needs help!" Jungwon said as Hoon just shrugged him off "It's the girl you keep torturing- I-I mean loving very sweetly" Before Jungwon could even turn to him Sunghoon went running. Just as she was running out of her room, he was running toward him, the 2 colliding as she fell on him. Turns out it was just a massive cockroach.

It's been a while since he left India and that girl was still on his head, should he perhaps go back to India? As he was thinking of what to do, he heard his sister rolling a suitcase into the house while dragging in a girl "You're going to love it here, I can't believe you left me for 2 weeks to go to India~ you have got to sleep over for at least a week!" Wonyoung said as pulled her dear friend to her room. Sunghoon's eyes were immediately wide, a smile on his face as he watched her. She lives here. In Korea.

"You mean he's your brother?!" Y/n asked Wonyoung as she nodded. Shit. She fucked up. Y/n saw him in the mall so she hired a few men to just gently threaten him... but apparently it went very wrong and he's in bed scared and in pain, and on top of that, he's her best friend's brother?! "I get that he's annoying but I just don't know who would do such a thing..." Wonyoung sighed "I did..." Y/n said clearly guilty, Wonyoung stared at her shocked, but she was glad she let Y/n explain. "I get it... but he's really hurt y/n... perhaps you should apologize." Wonyoung said, rubbing y/n's back as y/n nodded.

Without further ado, she found herself at the open door of Sunghoon's room. "Sunghoon?..." that sweet honey voice "NO NO DON'T HURT ME NO!" he screamed dramatically, hiding by his bed, wrapped in his duvet. "I'm so sorry- it's ok- it's just me..." she called out soothingly as he crawled back to his bed "I hear your sweet voice but I can't make out your face due to the beatings..." he said as she stepped closer, his hand went up her waist, to her arm, to her shoulder than her face, he felt her lips, squishing then a little "Y/n?" he said, as she stared in shock "yes it is me-".

Who knew her apology would result in y/n rubbing vapour rub on both sides of his chest, as he fell asleep on her lap with a smile gracing his lips. "My dear sister you helped your brother's love life... in the many mistakes I made you helped me resolve them... would you like some ice cream?" Sunghoon asked Wonyoung as she smiled "how'd it go? did you clear up you misunderstandings?... from what I heard from her she seems pretty mad and you seemed pretty annoying..." she said as Sunghoon shrugged. "I tapped so much bullshit, not even a crazy person would believe me but she did." he started as Wonyoung saw y/n behind him, but he just let him go on

After a while she felt bad and told him to look behind "why is it a snake? I help one around my neck you know?" "No it's a ghost- I have nothing to do with this!" Wonyoung claimed walking away as Y/n chased Sunghoon around the whole house, eventually tripping and falling on him. "Sunhgoon I got some- oh god... leave me out of this, me and my hair have been through enough," he said walking away as Sunghoon rested on top of her, his head in his hand staring at her. "You're so beautiful up close... it's a shame god has to force us into these scenarios no?" he asks as y/n slaps his chest and gets up to leave

Ever since she stayed over at Wonyoung's for a little, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His playfulness, the way he'd act all innocent when caught red-handed, how despite being a little annoying fuck, he kept his boundaries as much as he could, in fact, he got the chance to be sweet to her while he had her there and honestly, despite the crazy shit he's done, he seems so... sweet. She thinks about him so much, in fact, every channel every video he's there, in fact, she could've sworn she saw him in her room holding her laptop, but no, it was all in her head. She then remembered she had his number...

The 2 were sat on the beach, y/n was too shy to say anything while Sunghoon couldn't help but steal glances at her pretty face. "I'll get to the point of why I called you here... here's a picture of me and my fiancee," he said as y/n frowned. It was an edited photo of him and one of his friends, Heeseung, edited as a woman. "My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, to the luck of My dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, me and this girl were born, hence we now have to get married," Sunghoon explained.

If he could take a shot for all the stupid things he's done to land a girl, Sunghoon would be blackout drunk, but here he was, sitting before a very drunk, mad y/n. She slumped in her chair after downing another shot glass. "go on mate." she said "like I was saying- my dad's dad's dad-" he immediately got cut off. "Your dad's dad's dad and this lovely girl's dad's dad's dad, made an agreement that their firstborn kids should get married, to their dismay, on this side was a boy, and this side was a boy then this side was a girl and that side was also a girl, but because of fucking fate of your dad's dad's dad and her dad's dad's dad, you and this bitch was born and now you must get married right?! enough of that shit." she yelled mad. As Sunghoon gulped.

"WHAT'S GOING THROUGH THAT DUMB HEAD YOU MADAGASCAR?!" y/n asked mad as he stuttered "you know my dad's dad's dA AHHH- NOT ME DEAR GOD-" he yelled as y/n flipped the table, pulling him back when he tried to run "Yoi. I was practically one of the most gorgeous girls in my high school days, even after I graduated so many rich men would still ask me out. but no my stupid ass thought I'd end up with a smart cute, lovely man who would love me for me. Instead, I have you, you Manga." she said as Sunghoon blinked "Mango- huh?" he asked as y/n smacked him "The y/n who never thought she'd fall for anyone saw a man with such alluring eyes, despite all the mischief his face still has that innocent look, your not too over the top gym body, your gentleness, your style, your dance, your fight, seeing all this I fell for you." she drunkenly admitted, as she fell, Sunghoon catching her immediately. Y/n flipped up and looked at him with a smile "Stupid" she said one last time before passing out on him.

"And that's how my crazy brother ended up marrying such a gorgeous girl." Wonyoung ended as The friends laughed "I never thought she would fall for him, but I'm not gonna lie, they were made for each other" Kazuha added. "And I helped Jungwon find his true love too..." "Yeah, how did he repay your torture?" Jay asked as Jungwon sighed "I wouldn't say repay, but it's one crazy love story" Jungwon sighed.

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A/n: I feel this may have been too cringe and weird, but- hey Indian movies, especially arnd the 2000s-2010s era have alw been like this. What are you opinions desi and non desi readers?

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My strong reasons for believing buddie’s going canon:

#before you even start reading, mind that this is kind of a mess, and it ended up being less of me try to explain what has led me here and more building a roadmap of where I think this is going and what connections they’re using and what I would do?? Idk it’s weird, also all of this is just what I’m seeing. I don’t really care if you disagree, sorry, unless it’s about specific things that could be cooler than how I’m seeing that. I’d love to hear. I just simply, am putting my whole brain out for y’all to look at. If you don’t want to see it or think it’s bad and ugly, then look away.

That being said

They’re opening buddie to general audience. I feel like if they didn’t want buddie to be a thing, they wouldn’t openly put the question of Buck being in love with Eddie out there, if it wasn’t going to happen, even if Buck dismisses it at first, we still have a whole season to get through. At first I didn’t think this was a strong reasons, because they’ve had queer-baited ships like destiel (which is notoriously one of the most painful cases) be mentioned on the show. But I feel like on supernatural (don’t quote me on this, haven’t watched it enough to know 100%) it was almost played for shits and giggles. Nobody was genuinely like “oh are you in love with Dean? It’s not that crazy” and Castile was never like “what? No? He’s straight.” And I think, if they weren’t going there it would be played more for the sillies than Buck actual having a problem with it. He was upset at Tommy thinking of Eddie as competition. And this part is my two cents but, whether or not he realized it, it was because there was some truth to it that he didn’t want there to be. And they wouldn’t introduce this idea if they didn’t want it, if they wanted to shut it down they could flat out be like “no, that’s not where we’re going” rather than make this a whole plot line. Why mention it at all if they’re not going somewhere with it.

Some of the interviews from this episode are??? Tim says that Buck’s buddie denial isn’t the end?? If he hadn’t said this, I wouldn’t be too sure. If he hadn’t said this, I would probably say that this could just be them trying to put a stop to this nonsense. He says he’s not making promises but this isn’t the end. Which in my opinion, kinda has to point to at least Buck having feelings for Eddie. Because if this isn’t the end then they’re surely going somewhere else with this, they might say they’re making no promises because maybe Eddie doesn’t feel the same (but I have a whole other post to make about why I seriously doubt unrequited buddie would happen) or because Tim simply can’t spell it out for us until it happens.

Both Tim and Oliver also say that Buck’s never really even thought of having feelings for Eddie as a possibility, this goes with the interviews. Buck just realized he was bisexual, he’s hardly figured out he likes boys as well, and during most of that time he’s been in a relationship. So the Eddie of it all hasn’t been floating through his mind at all. He hasn’t ever thought Eddie was an option (he thought he was straight) and he still doesn’t (Eddie’s presumably straight.) He’s just taken Tommy’s words currently as an attack and mean spirited accusations (plus he thinks Tommy’s happy about Eddie being gone, which upsets him) so his emotions are working overtime, he’s frustrated. He’s attempting to shut it down, as Tim said. That doesn’t mean what he’s saying it entirely true, or upon reflection will be.

I think (I THINK) this initial reaction to Tommy’s thoughts on Eddie. is because ultimately feels a little attacked by these accusations he feels like Tommy has thrown at them. He says directly like he feels like he’s being accused of something even though he has no good reason too. Tommy, however you feel about the guy, was clearly not 100% serious with this Eddie comment. Buck is quick to jump to the conclusion that Tommy meant he was competing with Eddie romantically when really that’s only one of a few possibilities. He could’ve been competing with Eddie over a lot of things due to his closeness with Buck. His attention, his time, his priority. These things could’ve made sense in the context, rather than Tommy strictly seeing Eddie as romantic competition. It could’ve been a joke about how much Buck cares about Eddie, and if they weren’t going somewhere with this, it should’ve been. Buck jumps to the conclusion that he meant it as him being in love with Eddie. Everything Tommy’s saying could’ve been seen as him saying Eddie takes up a lot of space in Buck’s life (he’s living in his house) and it’s intimidating to try and find a place alongside that. But Buck takes it as a him being in love with Eddie thing. We’re meant to be thinking about it, if we weren’t already. Is Eddie competition? Is Buck in love with Eddie? He reacting emotionally to what Tommy said, and he’s still not thinking about Eddie like that, he’s just upset that he’s been accused of doing so and he’s trying to stomp it out. And as mentioned, Buck didn’t like that Tommy seemed happy that Eddie was gone. So he’s annoyed that Tommy saw him as competition and is now like “well yay that’s gone, now I wanna be with you again” that’s annoying to him.

Eddie’s “straight.” There have been three mentions of Eddie being straight this season. Two this episode, from Buck, and one in episode six of this season, from Eddie. No other character has their sexuality stated like this or this much. The only character I could think of that has, is Michael and Hen (canonically gay and lesbian characters.) Tommy might’ve said he’s gay?? I’m not entirely sure. Nonetheless, nobody’s saying Chimney’s straight or Bobby’s straight or Athena’s straight. They don’t need to, you don’t need to think about it. But it’s different for Eddie, it needs to be said. In the writer’s room they specifically decided to put in places this season to show that Eddie is straight. Say it, rather than show it, actually. It’s also interesting to add that two of these instances are not from Eddie himself, but from Buck in his reasoning as to why he’s not in love with Eddie and referring to him as his straight bff. The one time from Eddie, is when a man is trying to sit and speak to him. He just immediately assumes this man is hitting on him or is about to? Okay.

I think this can also tie back to Buck and not thinking about it. Eddie has not had any time to think about himself. When he’s young, he was raised Catholic and was probably told being gay was a big no so he never thought about it. Then he starts dating Kim and gets her pregnant, and they have to get married because of the church. Or at least, that’s a big reason why they go married, as we heard from Eddie. No time to think about himself. Even less time when he enlists, being in the army for at least three years. Then he come back, Shannon leaves and he’s soon a single parent who’s moving to Los Angeles from El Paso. You think he has time to think about himself? Between all the training to become an army medic and then all the training to become a firefighter, he’s barely had time for himself at all. No time for himself, at least not any where he wants to do deep reflections. Even after he would begin realizing that what he grew up believing isn’t necessarily what he currently does. Eddie believes he’s straight, it’s not necessarily true. I thought I was bisexual for a good portion of my life, when really I’m a lesbian. Not exactly the same, I still was aware of my interest in women but I also liked the idea of being a girlfriend to a boy and being able to say I had a boyfriend. I was never interested in the actual boys. Is this something that could go on with Eddie? Possibly. Maybe he wants to be that perfect boyfriend/husband with the picture perfect family. Maybe that’s why he asked Shannon back into their lives. Maybe that’s why he tried dating a teacher Chris loved. Maybe that’s why he wanted Marisol to move in while barely being with her. Every relationship he’s had with a woman is a failed one, that’s entirely his own doing. He basically pushed Shannon away, respecting her as the mother of his son but not as his wife. Not as a partner. He had panic attacks at the prospect of a future with Ana. He emotionally cheated on Marisol with a woman who looked like his dead wife, who he used for closure. But enough of why I think Eddie’s not straight, I think the insistence that he is, is proof that he’s not. Because they wouldn’t have to say it, if it wasn’t going to be brought up more and more. Not in this show.

Eddie’s storyline in El Paso will show him finding himself in one way or another. Away from El Paso. Refinding himself as a father to a changing Christopher. Eddie’s going to be having revelations. I don’t think it’s crazy to say that could include ones about his sexuality, especially facing his catholic family who told him to be the man of the house as a child. He will finally have that time to think about himself, about what he needs to be doing, specifically to improve that relationship with Christopher and he could ultimately end up reaching so far into himself that he finds he’s not as straight as he thinks.

Tommy’s reaction to Buck saying Eddie’s straight is to scoff and say “okay.” And while Tim said you could interpret it as him being life ‘okay, sure, that’s not my point’ you could also take it as a ‘yeah, right’ moment. Which is kind of how the actor plays it as? And while it could just be an acting choice, if they wanted something else, our lovely director, Aisha Hinds would’ve directed him to do something else. If they wanted it to give off more ‘not my point’ vibes, they would’ve done it again. They let him make it seem that’s a stupid idea. That Eddie being straight is a stupid idea, when they could’ve leaned towards the other way.

Bucks reaction to Eddie leaving. It’s totally normal to miss someone when they’re gone from your day to day life. I have a friend who’s at a school where there’s literally no screen and I have no way to contact her except for through letters. I know what it’s like to miss someone. Granted, not everyone has the same ways of showing how they miss someone. But I still think Buck’s reaction leaves room for a little speculation that his feelings are not entirely platonic. He cannot shut up about Eddie. And the only time he can is when someone’s distracting him. Eddie’s like literally one of the only things on his mind. But he’s not willing to pick up his phone and actually talk to him. I sort of want to say it’s reflective of Abby? He almost tried to stay in contact too much but now it’s Eddie and maybe subconsciously he knows it’s not entirely normal to be reaching out all the time because of how it was with Abby.

Most of this ended up me just thinking through this from a writing perspective and then putting down what I would do if I were writing this and where I’d be finding connections. So maybe it’s not the strongest it terms of like rhetoric, if you were someone who was doubtful. But I feel like this at least kind of give me a roadmap of a few places this could be going, maybe you feel the same. Sort of a mess but so is this show!

[astrylx]

Supernatural Liveblog - S.5 Ep. 13 - The Song Remains The Same

Yea yea, we’re back, whatever.

I have a feeling I won’t let this episode because as I’ve stated in previous liveblogs, I don’t like time travel. I find it paradoxically interesting, sure, but that is never efficiently covered in media which makes me hate it (with some exceptions).

Also, the angels resorting to killing Sam before he can be conceived is quite interesting. Is he not the true vessel of Lucifer? Don’t they want the apocalypse to play out? Or is it because if he doesn’t exist, Tully would still live, and he would be the vessel? Not sure.

Not quite sure why the episode is opening like this. Don’t like it.

Hi, Anna. I guess Anna is going to be the one to try to kill Sam, which would make sense…

I absolutely do not trust Anna.

CASTIEL! Way to make an entrance! Castiel being smart, I love that. He’s blaming Heaven for letting Anna out, trying to make her do their work. Also Castiel seems to have fully turned his back on Heaven now.

Yep. I said Anna wanted to kill Sam. I was right.

Cas doesn’t want to kill Sam…

BECAUSE SAM IS MY FRIEND AHHHH I feel giddy I feel happy

There’s so much I could say about that too

I could go on a whole ramble right now but I want to finish the episode

Genuine question, at this point is Anna able to take a vessel?

Sam willing to die if it means stopping Satan ONCE AGAIN SO MUCH I CAN SAY. There is so much symbolism in his character.

“I don’t understand that reference” me when my friends quote tiktoks.

Poor Cas… he keeps hurting himself emotionally and physically for the Winchesters but they don’t seem to realize or acknowledge how deep his sacrifices are.

This will be Sam truly meeting his mother for the first time (that he will be able to remember), right? That’s a lot on his shoulders.

Sam’s face, he seems to be near the verge of tears. HE IS. For both John and Mary. He can’t look away from Mary. From the mother he never got to meet.

It’s so weird seeing John before his trauma.

Anna is going to lure him out and kill him.

Is Anna weak too or? I can’t tell.

Go Mary, go!

And here John learns the truth.

Holy oil is supposed to be rare, how do they ALWAYS have it.

John wanting to be useful… as much as I hate time travel, this episodes do really make me appreciate John more. I find him such an interesting character.

This conversation with John and Sam SHIT FUCK IDK WHAT TO SAY I COULD SAY SO MUCH IF ONLY I HAD THE WORDS

And Sam defending John, FUCK

Sam getting all the words off his chest he never got to tell his dad…

New Uriel vessel woah. I hate him though.

Wasn’t expecting Dean to come clean, but…

Sam and Dean seem to be almost changing their positions on their fathers.

Dean trying to warn Mary, keep her alive…

SAM AND DEAN WILLING TO NOT EXIST TO PROTECT THEIR PARENTS AND THE WORLD-

I miss psychic Sam and Sam with powers…

Sam death… he can’t die permanently, I know the series, but can Lucifer revive him here,

MICHAEL! MICHAEL IN JOHN! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, OUR FIRST MICHAEL SIGHTING!

I’m hoping this means Michael Adam is possible, please I want it so much.

Michael able to kill Anna like she’s a demon, INSANE ACTUALLY

How strong a vessel is John that nothing seems to be happening.

Op- the Dean and and Michael convo…

Interesting, a blood line from Cain and Abel, THE brother story. So therefore the men in the bloodline are vessels of Michael and likely Lucifer. Which is why Sam was so ideal for Azazel. I know we will get more of Cain and Abel soon.

“Lucifer defied our father and he betrayed me but still…” Sam defied John and betrayed Dean by leaving the family. “I don’t want this anymore than you want to have to kill Sam.” They both still love their brothers. “You know, my brother, I practically raised him” the parallels right here…

Dean looking from Michael to Sam dead on the floor, shit.

Once again, ideas of free will. I would love to analyze that in this show and in a religious context. Ideas of destiny… a divine plan.

Dean still wants to save Mary, even if he knows he can’t stop it…

Wait they can’t leave Castiel-

They’re just going to leave Castiel? What the fuck!?

CAS!

Cas wasn’t expecting to make it? We got over that much to soon let’s not just pause on that, Cas wasn’t expecting to get back.

Team Free Will, I get why yall say that now.

Dean asking the hard hitting questions… would Sam say yes to save Dean? I think he would.

This episode was interesting. I could say a lot about it. But my hatred of time travel makes it hard to truly enjoy it. I want more Michael. More. More! MORE! Michael please bring back Adam pleasepleaseplease:

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not enough discussion about the gavins' complicated relationship with feminine-coded/beauty products, i don't think.

[aq2003]

really love how throughout a lot of smith and jones martha is really skeptical and apprehensive towards ten (+ one of my favorite exchanges between them - "what, people call you 'the doctor'?" "yeah?" "well, i'm not. far as i'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."), not taking everything he says at face value, even doubting the fact he's an alien until over halfway through the episode.. And like. i really truly think the thing that wins her over isn't him kissing her or any of the other insane mixed messages he manages to send, it's this scene here, where he /earns that title/ in her eyes:

(+ david's bit in the commentary, where he says: "[the doctor] has actually sacrificed himself, and - i would say, that that final act of selflessness is what finally, eventually, welds martha to him. [...] and she now returns it. she returns that act of selflessness.")

this is what their relationship is built on. it isn't about martha being the second-best replacement to rose or a rebound or whatever. bc it isn't really about rose. it's about doctor-in-training martha meeting someone (quite literally, "the doctor") whose ideals she aspires to, and doing her best to be the same person to him as he is to everyone else. it's about ten in return admiring her intelligence and inquisitiveness and how she cares for human life, recovering his compassion, letting himself lean on her for support - and then remembering at the most inopportune moments that he's supposed to not need anyone and be on his own forever. And around in their little nightmare loop they go where they save each other over and over until one of them breaks

i've seen ppl look at martha and go "why she does she admire/why is she so in love with ten if he acts like that to her?" or something along those lines and like. it's not just the fact she's in love with him (in fact i'd argue she actively tries to push it aside post-gridlock). it's the fact that she knows he's the kind of person to put everyone else's lives/well-being over his own. she trusts him to save her when she's in trouble even though it's been like two days at most that they've known one another bc she recognizes that same "deep all-encompassing drive to help others" in him. and she also recognizes, much much earlier than him, that he needs someone to save him, especially when he's unwilling to save himself. and yeah for a bit she thinks he returns her feelings and is just playing hard-to-get, but she realizes pretty early on that this probably isn't the case, and i think that realization fully solidifies here:

(this is when she's listening to ten talk abt gallifrey). And idk it might just be me but i think this expression isn't just her empathizing with his loss. it's also guilt, for wanting something from him that he's clearly unable to give when he's wracked with so much grief. (and you see it in the next episode, where tallulah asks if they're together and martha says for certain that they're not, and that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. she keeps everything to herself bc she now knows that when he shut her flirting down at the end of 3x01 it was the genuine reaction of someone who a) isn't interested and b) is scared of getting close with someone else again)

freema described their dynamic as "she's keener than him" and i think about this all the time. martha doesn't really take what ten throws at her. what she does instead is constantly poke holes in his already-failing front of "i will show someone the wonders of the universe so i can ignore what is wrong with me". what she does is stand up and fight him when he tries to go off on his own. what she does is put aside her well-being in favor of helping someone - just like what she saw him do for the people in the hospital when they first met. tldr, that's the doctor and his doctor and rip martha you would've loved who's gonna save u now by rina sawayama

[mxtxfanatic]

Shen Qingqiu: Of course any reasonable relationship will start with a few “no”s, but like, anyone who really wants you will just ignore that.

Luo Binghe, a person who really wants him but also knows about consent: listens when Shen Qingqiu tells him that he doesn’t want to see lbh, he doesn’t want to share a bed, he doesn’t want to engage in a kink, etc.

Shen Qingqiu:

[chaoticreivingu]

Tl;dr Drayton is rigid and dishonest about himself and it fucks up his relationships with people

With how accusatory and intrusive the way Drayton talks with the player is I always felt like he harbored a little resentment towards us for changing Kieran. Not even by turning him into an edgelord but changing him in general.

He definitively has a problem with stagnation, so whenever change occurs he wants whatever change happened to be gone at all costs.

And it's probably because he was lowkey infatuated by a person that he'll never see again.

This is so sentimental, he's seriously pining for the old Kieran here.

In the japanese version he even tries to recompose himself only to fawn over Old Kieran again.

So ever since the start of the DLC he's been using us for his goals since we kinda "caused" this change to happen and also because we're literally the only ones who can fix this issue. But the way Drayton goes about it is frankly pretty naive?

Like he's so sure of his plan that he thought the "Ex-Champion" line would bring Kieran "back to his senses again". That he genuinely would respond to that burn with "You're right Duwurayton I'm not a champion let's be bfs besties again".

It's only when Kieran starts crying that he sees that not only did it not work but this whole scheme might've worsened their relationship in the long run.

No wonder he feels a bit bummed out at the end, in his mind all of this(using the player, getting the others to mistrust him, mocking Kieran) was for nothing. Kieran is no longer an edgelord but he still changed. No matter how hard he tries the exact version of the person that he so desperately wanted won't come back and he has to accept that.

And yet he still has to maintain the status quo aka his pretend "idgaf" attitude.

It's probably why in between the Ex-Champions he genuinely asks Kieran if he's been eating or if anything's wrong. Even if he's changed Drayton can't bring himself to hate him no matter how he's like.

So when Kieran asks why he keeps doing this he can't bring himself to talk about his true thoughts. So he masks with a cool one liner to maintain the Drayton Image.

Credit to Calem MrNazreenni for the playthrough screencaps.

[oceanwithouthermoon]

maybe its just me but i cant stand when people are like "it just doesn't sit right with me how teruhashi thought about aiura 🥺" like yes... its not supposed to ??? because her thinking badly of other girls and prioritizing male validation over everything is one of her main flaws ??? can we talk about that WITHOUT making it seem like shes not allowed to have a single actual flaw without suddenly becoming an awful person? nobody can handle complex female characters at all and its so fucking annoying