#MAN i love vega he's so cool no matter what he's in

[androgynouspenguinexpert]

babe wake up androgynouspenguinexpert posted another character analysis from the train during her finals week because she's banned herself from drawing anything new

its time to tackle vega, because he's cool.

all of the characters carry a unique narrative theme or motif - the importance of self worth for gavin, impostor syndrome for asher, consent and control for marcus, etc. vega's theme is one of, if not my favourite: nature vs nurture, learned behaviour, and the morality of necessary evil.

vega doesn't start out as a moustache-twirling villain, but he's certainly hurting people for selfish reasons. however - the line between right and wrong starts to blur even across vega's first few appearances. as he points out himself later, vega has essentially created a closed loop of suffering to feed from. yeah, he got someone roofied and kidnapped, which is bad, but he's limited his victims to two people. ivan and baby. there's even a case to be made about baby's safety - ivan is volatile and incredibly dangerous (breaking either glass or ceramic with his bare hands???), but we never see him physically harm baby other than restraining them.

vega's age (pin this) has granted him an incredible level of experience and therefore intellect. he's probably the smartest piece on the board right now, save maybe for brachium (but he's sort of on a board of his own anyway). vega knows exactly what he is. he feeds on suffering and agony, and there's nothing that can change that. equipped with this knowledge, vega has managed to streamline the production of agony without really getting his hands dirty, and basically guaranteed the survival of both people involved.

then in comes caelum. he accidentally discovers vega's operation, and immediately runs to freelancer for help. vega proceeds to kick the shit out of caelum for snitching, and almost kills him. again, this is bad. i'm definitely not defending vega's actions here - but think of it from his point of view: he's set up a way of passively producing agony and is minding his own business. a daemon who is 24 (at time of writing) stumbles across this, and immediately threatens to shut it down as well as get him arrested. that's like a toddler walking in on a meth lab and running to the cops. vega probably could drop everything and relocate to avoid the department, but that would take a lot more time and effort than just soccer kicking the toddler over a fence. so he tries, and fails, because gavin steps in. gavin being able to overpower vega - despite being potentially hundreds of thousands of years younger - speaks to the inefficiency of vega's agony system, and he's smart enough to be well aware of that. agony (in a relatively nice part of california, anyway) isn't really a renewable resource like lust or joy are. harming someone, whether physically or otherwise, enough to fuel vega for any significant amount of time would either permanently damage or kill that person. that's not sustainable.

and then vega gets arrested. the human government asks a being probably older than civilisation to pinkie promise he'll stay in a little concrete box for a while. vega explains later that he doesn't believe in unnecessary violence - unless he decides that it is necessary, i guess - so he probably went along with his arrest fairly peacefully. there's another analysis in here somewhere about where (or from whom...?) the department learned its containment methods, considering they haven't really figured out aria yet.

but anyway - vega gets tossed into maximum security. and even from behind the ward, he's finding subtle (and less subtle) ways to stir the pot, especially with his new department-assigned therapist (another quick aside that's too good for the tags; did anyone else find it super fucking funny that vega's first real friend on elegy is his therapist?). i think vega feels neutral about elegy, leaning ever so slightly towards liking it, but he knows what he is. a demon. vega never was, and never will be, human. that's why he never audibly speaks (which is a fantastic detail) - he's rejecting the most basic form of modern human communication. language. yes, he knows english, but he's probably never spoken a single word out loud. vega's fear of daemons growing away from their roots is also why he starts testing for cracks in the warden's façade - he's worried that daemons are starting to assimilate a little too much. they're losing their identity as a separate species, and losing sight of the sacrifices made during the cacophony. and he's right - the cacophony has entirely faded into myth. his suffering and loss has now been turned into a fable; a cautionary tale about dealing with forces beyond our control.

next is the escape, which is both interesting and sick as hell. vega proves that he's not a fan of violence for the sake of violence by mincing some solitaires, tossing an unconscious warden over his shoulder, and escaping the detention facility. this is vega's first real selfless action. he definitely could have left the warden to the solitaires, but chooses to save them because of their compassion towards him. this shows a little of vega's internal struggle - he's never been around unconditional like, let alone love, because he doesn't need to. he needs to be unlikeable. manipulative. cutthroat. these are the things that keep him safe, but more importantly fed. we know from his imperium counterpart (who will eventually be getting a post of his own) that vega wants to be wanted. as much as he denies it and dodges the topic when it's brought up, vega is not intrigued by the warden because he can toy with them. he's drawn to them because they're willing to understand. they're hesitant, but for now they're giving vega the benefit of the doubt. he's never been given that before.

he also starts to wear down the warden's already fragile sense of morality with the kidnapped department officer. although his methods are very questionable, vega is correct again when he explains that he doesn't really have a choice. he won't hurt the guard, and the guard can't hurt him or the warden, but will keep spewing out hate that vega can feed on for the forseeable future. he's killing two birds with one stone as well - the warden is an inchoate. it's far easier for vega to track down (read: kidnap) one racist than to juggle the emotional intake of two people.

i don't think vega is just trying to break the warden out of their department mould for the sake of shenanigans, nor does he want to return to the glory days - vega knows that humanity and daemonkind are now inseperable after the imprisonment of the sovereigns.

he just doesn't want daemons - genuinely good people trying to make the best of a not fantastic situation - to lose sight of what they are. what they used to be. not anarchists, or pawns for the department. starchildren.

forgive me. i tend to wax poetic.

[maokomi]

⠀「 “Dress slutty babe, I can fight,” but can they really? *ೃ༄ 」 

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.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 modern au, gn reader, established relationship crack ?? This shit aint serious so don’t treat it like it is lmfao

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.」 Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Kaveh, Cyno

Wrote this drunk, no editing, no looking back at my regrets last night. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」

YOU BET UR ASS THIS MAN CAN FIGHT

Tells u to dress slutty with his whole chest !!!

Wear whatever you want to feel good about yourself and to feel comfortable. That’s all that Xiao cares abt tbh. 

If he sees anyone leering at you in your hot outfit though? His munchkin ass is on them in a heartbeat.

Doesn’t matter who. Doesn’t matter how tall they are. He’ll bark up at them like a chihuahua. Scale them like a fuckin rabid cat or smthn.

Xiao said he can fight and he will !!!!!

⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」

Compliments you in your sluttiest outfit !! Hell, mans helps you pick it out!! 

CAN FIGHT Can !! Beat !! Ass !!

Except he chooses not to 😌 because he is a lover💞💕 not 🙅‍♂️🚫 a fighter ☮️🕊✌️😌

But he makes it very very very clear to anyone and everyone who so much glances in ur general direction that !! HELLO HE IS UR MAN

Holds ur hand. Keeps an arm around your middle. Plays with ur hair. The whole shebang baby

But if someone grows the gonads to actually approach you while Kazuha is so blatantly flirting with u right then and there ?? 

Kazuha doesn’t even have to get up.

He fucking ROASTS the motherfucker alive. All cool and suave. Keeps his voice level while he tells the newcomer all the reasons why their parents are disappointed in them.

Kazuha fucking cooks them bro I dont know what to tell u Rest In Peace to that dumbass I guess

⠀「 ZHONGLI*ೃ༄ 」

Bold of anyone to think they can steal u from a man who walks in with this much rizz 🤨

Zhongli wears a whole ass custom Valentino suit & shoes to go to a club no way in hell is anyone gonna try to chat u up baby doesn’t matter how slutty u dress

Esp when ?? Ur slutty outfit matches Zhongli’s fit ? Absolute power couple I rest my case

Sugar daddy Zhongli supremacy I said what I said

I restate my point: No one is gonna think they have a chance against Zhongli. They’re all scared they’ll get murked on their way home if they so much as try. 

Kinda soft but they fr dont even have a chance bc Zhongli just has to compliment u and u light up like an actual Christmas tree, you get so goddamn happy that anyone even trying to fight him is already fighting a losing battle.

⠀「 KAEYA*ೃ༄ 」

Baby, bold of u to assume that Kaeya’s not gonna be dressed sluttier than u 🤨

Hate to break it to you buttercup but Kaeya’s not gonna be the one royal rumbling tonight— nu uh, that’s you.

Have you seen the titty window this man rocks? 

Skip the accessories whenever you go out Kaeya, because you are going to beat some ass, and earrings and necklaces only get in the way 💕

It’s tiring having to keep everyone’s eyes off of ur boyfriend but it’s okay because whenever you go to the bar for a quick time out, Kaeya always has a kiss and a drink ready for u before u go back to fucking people up <3

⠀「 KAVEH*ೃ༄ 」

I love him but you’re on your own honey

Claims that he’ll kick ass— that you can wear whateverrr you want, that you look so hot, that you look amazing and that he’ll fight anyone who comes near u

Hypes you up and hollers and makes u feel like a million bucks because he’s a good, supportive bf

But in the midst of it all you forget he’s some broke ass architect who probably hasn’t taken a solid punch in his life

When someone approaches u he puffs up his chest and stands in front of u with his most intense bitch face, says smthn that he thinks tough guys says like, ‘you wanna fight? Let’s fight.’ Or some cheesy shit like that

The moment the other dude swings tho its over 💀 Kaveh yells and has to hide behind you 

It’s okay tho because he’s cute <3 (even if he’s broke)

Hope you didn’t wear anything breakable baby bc youre the one who’s gotta fight for urself

⠀「 CYNO*ೃ༄ 」

Doesn’t even have to fight bro.

Doesn’t matter how slutty you dress— you could walk into a bar with just the bare minimum on and no one would look your way.

Not because you’re unattractive, because that is far from the truth.

No— it’s because of Cyno’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and the absolute death stare he gives anyone who looks your way with even a hint of lechery in their gaze.

Crazy shit, I tell you. Motherfucker’s eyes look like he’ll pounce on anyone who so much as wolf whistles your way. No one wants to get fucked up by a dude who looks like he’ll go blue eyes white dragon on their ass.

[octuscle]

You have been posting transformations with these long haired guys and I think it's really hot.

I started losing my hair this year and I'm only 23. I'd love to become a huge bodybuilder with that sexy wavey shoulder length hair. I'd love to be a towering meathead in tight speedos and long hair.

It's incredibly frustrating to be just 23 years old and already feel old. You never had the body of an athlete. But you could be pretty proud of your full head of hair. Until it started with the circular hair loss at the back of your head. You tried all kinds of things. But it only got worse. You tried caps. But that looked silly. Now you wear your hair extremely short. Could look cool… If your features were more angular…

It's your first summer vacation since you lost your hair. The first debacle was that you didn't apply lotion to your head. Your scalp was cancerous red and burned like fire. After a week, it was somewhat better again… But now your hair has grown back and you've forgotten your clippers. Your routines simply haven't adapted to the situation yet.

You feel incredibly ugly among all the beautiful people anyway. Maybe at least a fresh buzz cut can save you a little. When you came back from the beach yesterday, you saw a hairdresser on the way to your hotel. The next day, on your way to the beach, you go there.

It's an old-fashioned salon. The hairdresser is still sitting in the corner reading the newspaper so early in the morning. He greets you in a friendly manner and asks you to take a seat in the shiny chrome chair. He puts the cape on you and asks what you want. You smile painedly and say there aren't many options. In your experience, hairdressers always like to talk about soccer. So you add with a grin that you would like Brian Hoyer's hairstyle.

"Brian Hoyer? Las Vegas Raiders? Good man!" The hairdresser is in his element. He asks if you would like a free shave as the first customer of the day. You gladly agree and sit back, relax and enjoy. The hot towels open your pores, your face is soaped, the sharp blade skillfully runs over your cheeks, the after-shave is refreshing. And the hairdresser has been talking the whole time without a dot or a comma. First about football, then about Las Vegas, then about the government. You're so relaxed and in a trance from the facial massage that you couldn't care less. Even if the rest of your vacation isn't perfect, this visit to the hairdresser is a highlight.

"So like Cole Holcomb, boy?" asks the hairdresser. You nod, still deeply relaxed, the back of the chair reclined far back. As expected, the long hair cutter starts. But it feels different. Normally you feel the blades closer to your scalp. No matter, you are in the hands of a professional and enjoying yourself. Especially as the hairdresser doesn't stop talking for a second. You don't notice when he starts working with scissors, you're not irritated that he's using a hairdryer, you don't get suspicious when he kneads hair wax into your curls. "So, boy, a Cole Holcomb for once. What he'd look like if he had your strong curls, boy!"

Bloody hell! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're driving through the Mullet. Strong, healthy curls. But what a shitty haircut. You look like a redneck. And that with your untrained fat body. The hairdresser ignores your horrified expression. He removes the collar, brushes the loose hair out of your neck and sweepingly removes your hairdressing cape. For a brief moment, your eyes go black. It's the first fainting spell of your life.

Yes, on the first day you had to get used to the new situation a little. All the leering and admiring glances on the beach, in the open-air gym and in the bars and clubs in the evening. But thanks to Stevie, you are perfectly shaved every morning and no matter how hard the party was the night before, he massages every wrinkle out of your face.

In fact, you didn't even know who this Cole Holcomb was. But now you follow him on Instagram. And he follows you like a few other 1,000 people.

[sheppardsmckay]

I’ve finally finished the incredible show that is Stargate Atlantis and I. Have. Thoughts.

I watched Vegas and Enemy at the Gates together (on the advice of my sga leader @lightthewaybackhome) and I’m so happy I did.

So Vegas feels like a different show entirely, from the filming to the characters. Sheppard does not seem like Sheppard nor does anyone else. They’re all darker, more broken versions. My heart was just broken the whole time, but I didn’t cry until I saw Rodney though. This is the Rodney without his Sheppard to guide him and help him. This is the Rodney who lets Keller pass him by. This is the Rodney that lets Sheppard go alone. This is Rodney without a Sheppard that lit up Atlantis (this is honestly worse than last man but it’s a good parallel).

This is the Sheppard that goes alone on yet another suicide mission because he’s lost everything anyway…and then he dies. While Johnny Cash’s “Solitary Man” plays. Because that’s who Sheppard is, not the man in black saving the world with his people, but the solitary man who is alone without a home and no chance to be healed. And yet still he sacrifices himself and is brave and dies saving the world. Sheppard becomes the action hero at the end of the movie that goes out guns blazing and, while it’s usually cool to see, this one just breaks our hearts.

And then we move to the finale and…oh! Sheppard is Sheppard again, and Rodney is Rodney and everyone is okay.

And we see the parallels between the Vegas world and ours throughout the episode. Sheppard about to go on a suicide mission stops right at the last moment because Rodney’s voice breaks through the radio. The team is about to die blowing up the hive ship but stops because Atlantis is there in time to save them. Atlantis is lit up because of Sheppard. And then we see them all at the end. They’re happy, and alive and not broken.

And even though they aren’t fully healed, cause who ever is in this life, they’re on the path to healing. There’s hope, there’s light that has broken through the darkness (the way the show ends with the light piercing through the clouds is so beautiful in a literal and metaphorical sense like I’m sobbing).

There’s a couple lines from songs that my Sheppard told me about that is forever linked with SGA now. Ghosts That We Knew has a beautiful line, “So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light”. Throughout the show there’s so much darkness and pain, but we stick through it with the team because there’s hope that it’ll be okay. There’s hope because John is there, because they’re all there right where they should be. It’s a beautiful metaphor for life.

And then there’s a song called Hospital for Souls. It’s mainly a Sheppard song, as he lets himself burn for his family, but it’s also how Atlantis is a hospital for all the broken souls and brings them together. It’s why Sam didn’t stay there long and Woolsey came on board. It’s why Ronon says at the end that he is home. It’s why Teyla chooses to stay and raise her son in Atlantis instead of her home world. Why Rodney waits 48000 years for Sheppard and why Sheppard realizes finally that he doesn’t have to die to be redeemed, that living and healing is possible for even him.

It’s been a wonderful journey watching this show, it’s changed me, helped me grow and made me realize that healing is possible for even me. That a family is what you make it and they can be your hospital for your soul no matter how weary, broken or hurt.

I just love this show. I’m immediately gonna start rewatching it from the beginning because this. This is my family, my home. I’ve found myself in the darkness of Sheppard and the outlierness of Rodney. In the fierce love of Ronon and sisterly bond of Teyla.

I’m ever so grateful my friend got me to watch this, so happy that I went through the darkness into the light with my team, through tears and shouts of joy. I always said Supernatural would be the only show with this kind of life-changing, life-saving impact. But Stargate Atlantis now holds that honor too, this little, cheesy, ridiculously funny and terribly sad series has changed my life, helped me be the person I wanted to be for so many years but always struggled with (yeah I’m louder, complain more and am maybe a bit more annoying but gosh it’s more fun) and just generally helped me with so many endless things. And I’ve found some great friends and got closer to one of my best friends, aka my Sheppard lol.

Anyway, all this to say that this show is beautiful and incredible and please do yourself the honor of watching it but definitely bring tissues. Don’t worry too much about why they wear sneakers for like two seasons or their military tactics are off, but just enjoy the friendship, the humor, and how wonderful it shows that it doesn’t matter how messed up you are. How dark you’ve gotten or how many pieces of your soul you’ve sacrificed for others. You can be redeemed and healed and made whole. You can find people who love you despite your flaws and shortcomings. And you can find the light no matter how dark the world has become. You too can be home.

[httpwammy]

Wedding HC!

The proposal, the ring, the reception, the honeymoon! Oh dear, they're dying.

L LAWLIET

Top 10 things he never expected: no.1, getting married.

Okay listen, You'd have to be together for a long ass time before he even considered it. L has to be sure he can trust you and that you can handle him.

Proposing had never crossed his mind until Watari jokingly mentioned it, to be honest.

You know L's making plans because one day, he starts asking blunt questions on the matter. Until the night comes when he asks: "Would you like us to get married?"

And you're like, "Yeah? I mean, why not? We've been together for a while now."

That's it. I'm sorry. This man doesn't understand romance, but I personally would like to think he at least gave you the ring inside a slice of cake.

You and Watari took care of all the organization matters. L's contribution? Paying everything lol

The ceremony + Reception: 

Oh My god, this is happening! 

You agreed that it needed to be somewhere private, and you wanted it to be in a place familiar to him.

Am I about to say you married in Wammy's house? Yes, yes I am.

The kids (and your family) were told that L once was a part of the orphanage, and you wanted to marry there.

Mello knew who he was, however. And he couldn't believe his eyes.

Strawberry three-tier cake!!

Honeymoon 

Doesn't last very long, sadly. This man is a workaholic. 

But I see L arranging to have maximum privacy in a hotel next to the beach, where you both can enjoy each other and do multiple stimulating activities.

MELLO

I only see this happening in two ways: one, he addresses you as his wife, and no need for proposal.

Take may wife's name out of your fucking mouth lol no, just kidding

Two: he asks at the pure style of the mob. Fancy, luxury, and suddenly your reception is full of dangerous personalities.

Realistically, tho, I don't see him into the idea of marriage

The ceremony / reception

I think the ceremony would be short and not in a church, yet there might be some religious items there as decoration and symbolism.

The reception would be glamorous. Dark and elegant. Maybe a black and burgundy palette.

Honeymoon

IDK maybe Vegas? Something fun and exhilarating that keeps you both on thrill all the time!

I think that when he's in love Mello is really into spending time with his s/o, and has a hard time leaving, so I think it'd be a long honeymoon that only ends when Mello truly needs to get back to work.

MATT

Tattoo rings probably. He may or may not have proposed with a candy ring.

I don't really see him being big about this, but as you wanted it, and it's exciting for you he'd oblige.

The ceremony / reception

Can you have a Star Wars-themed wedding? No? :´( Oh, what about a lord of the rings one?! No? oh. Okay. So he guesses something based on a game is out the table too, huh? Yeah. Well, you can pick.

There wouldn't be one if not for you, so you get to choose: a beach wedding, forest wedding, or city wedding, he'll go with what you pick.

Honeymoon

Matt's idea of a perfect honeymoon is junk food and recording your reactions to horror games to watch later with popcorn as a comedy movie

If you're okay with that then cool! If not, I guess he'll allow you to pick the place as well, as long as you don't make force him to be outdoors for too long.

NEAR

Never thought about marriage until you jokingly call him your husband and damn, it felt good.

Strategically leaves multiple hints that it be better if you two joined forces for like... a lifetime. 

He's confident that you'll say yes. Yet he's terribly anxious when he asks.

The ceremony / reception

Something small and private unless you wish otherwise.

Maybe in a pretty hotel

Honeymoon

It doesn't last much, but it's worth every second. You'd have breakfast together and then create some pieces of art with the first sun rays of the morning, after which you share a shower.

Lots of naps and cuddles!

Later, in the afternoon you’d make some tea and watch a movie or play some chess.

Very lovely, soft days

[nukaberries]

howdy! if this blog is still active, could you do new vegas companions react to courier six being a synth? idk how they'd find out, prolly either six telling them or a close call with a courser. it's up to you!

This puts anything I've ever requested on Tumblr to shame because this is such a cool idea?? I'm obsessed with crossing over the Fallout games - which is probably why MacCready's my favourite companion - so I find stuff like this so fun to write. I also just love requests like this because it gives me the chance to challenge myself, I feel like I write the Fallout 4 companions better (I definitely have more hours in 4 than any game), so I love getting the opportunity to write for New Vegas companions too!

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Companions Reacting to the Courier Being a Synth (Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul and Veronica)

Arcade Gannon When the courier reveals the truth to him, he's more embarrassed than anything that he didn't figure it out himself. He's never seen a robot look so unmistakably humanlike before, leaving him with a lot of questions for the Courier. After all, he's seen them eat, drink, sleep and bleed like any normal, breathing human would - can he even be sure this is the same courier that he first met in Freeside? For a while, Arcade will keep a wary eye on the courier, unsure what to believe, whether he can trust the courier, whether he's been able to trust them at all. Eventually, he comes back around, which is arguably worse for the courier, as they spend most of their time answering questions like "do you have an off switch?"

Craig Boone He doesn't think much of the strange man who'd just tried to ambush the courier, even in spite of the odd outfit that was surely far too warm for someone to be wearing in the middle of the desert. It's only when the courier appears shaken up and Boone finds some kind of component when looting the man that he thinks to question anything. The courier is dismissive at first and says that they simply just got caught off guard by the assailant, of course, Boone doesn't believe them but he doesn't see the point in pushing. When the courier inevitably tells him, it doesn't change much for him, he'll naturally be curious at to how the courier's existence is even possible, but as long as they're still willing to take the Legion down with him, he doesn't care what they are.

Cass Similarly to Boone, the revelation of the courier not being as human as they seem doesn't particularly bother her. She'll probably make a couple of jokes here and there, usually ones that the courier has heard a million times before. It doesn't make any difference to Cass though, sure, it's a little weird but she'd seen weirder just by minding her own business at the Mojave Outpost.

Lily Bowen She's fully aware that she's in no place to judge the courier for what they are and she makes that clear the moment that her companion reveals they're a synth. It doesn't necessarily change anything about the courier for her and if anything, she encourages them to talk about what they went through at the Institute, so long as they feel comfortable telling her. She'll remind them that she's still their grandma and she loves them no matter what.

Raul Tejada When you're around for long enough, you hear a lot, specifically whispers of robots posing as humans in the East, spying for their masters and replacing innocent people. Of course, none of that ever sounds like more than old myth to Raul. That is until a run in with what the courier later explains is a courser leaves Raul to deal with a revelation about his new friend. Admittedly, it's a lot for him to take in, especially after hearing so many bad things about synths for so long, but eventually, he figures nobody would want to make a synth replacement of him and if he's been able to trust the courier for this long, then surely he still can.

Veronica Santangelo Being a Brotherhood Scribe, Veronica knows quite a bit about the Institute already, but since hardly any of her fellow comrades have actually gone to the Commonwealth, her knowledge is limited. Still, it causes some uncertainty when the courier tells her the truth about their identity. She's only ever heard bad things about synths and this does seem like the definition of technology gone out of hand. It takes Veronica a while to warm up to the idea that her friend isn't going to bring her or anyone else any harm, but it'll take a bit longer that it would the others to earn back her trust.

[flwersgarden]

Imagine actor reader has to kiss their co-star while yandere elvis is behind the scenes trying to keep his cool👀 I MEAN-

note: ANON YOUR MIND— I LOVE THIS SM IM GOING INSANE OK BUT hope you like it!!! 💖

one of the things elvis promised you was that he was going to support you in your dreams as an actress.

but now he wishes he can break promises without any kind of consequence.

now as he reads the script you excitedly showed him in the middle of the living room while you were fixing your hair.

“ it's amazing! ” you exclaim with your hands in the air, closing your eyes as you thank whoever it's up there for this opportunity.

“ yeah... ” elvis muttered as his hand, that wasn't holding the script, tightened into the expensive suit he was wearing. “ when does this start shooting? ” he asks, turning slightly to see you.

you were now fixing your makeup. “ next week. ”

elvis hums, turning to the script. the fucking kiss scene staring right back at him. “ i'm gonna go with you. ” he throws the script to the coffee table.

“ okay. ” you answer, clearly not noticing how frustrated elvis looked, too focused on the success you could have if this turns right.

yes, you liked the attention but you also wanted to buy things with your own money. you felt like a gold digger whenever elvis buys you things, even if he says it's okay.

“ but aren't you going to record some stuff? ” you asked suddenly remembering elvis mentioning that.

“ doesn't matter, i can move that to next month. ”

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on the way to the studio, elvis just looked at the window, the vegas' lights shining.

you were next to him, reading the script again.

after a few minutes of silence, elvis turned to you.

“ who is your co-star? ” he asked, his eyes focused on the leather seat, his fingers playing with his pants as a child asking their parents for a toy.

“ hm, don't know. ” you shrugged, leaving the script in your lap to look at him. “ probably some minor actor. sorry it's not marlon or someone like that. ” you jokingly asked the last.

elvis thanks god that wasn't the case because the news outlet screaming how elvis hurted one of the biggest movie stars wasn't what he wanted right now.

“ elvis? ” your soft voice wakes him up.

“ sorry, baby, what? ”

“ his name is christian, look, they added his name and mine. ”

you pointed at the first page of the script and there with bold black letters was your beautiful full name (with the presley surname, mind you) and that other name.

elvis clenched his jaw.

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you were now sitting in a makeup chair, slight brushes softly hitting your skin as you read the lines with the fear of forgetting them. this was the last scene to shoot so you were quite relieved too.

elvis was behind you, his arms crossed, with his sunglasses on so no one would ask him why was he staring at christian with so many hatred.

fucking bastard.

the sound of you getting up alerted him, making him take a step closer to you.

“ thank you. ” you said while giggling, kissing the makeup artist in the cheek while taking elvis' hand so you both could walk to the set together.

take that, christian.

“ i'm so excited to finish this! ” you jumped a bit, a smile decorating your face with the script on a hand.

elvis chuckled. “ 'm glad. ” he whispered, not really sure if he meant that because of your excitement or because this was the last scene, kissing the crown of your head before letting you walk closer to the part of the set where the scene was going to take place.

you were ecstatic, listening to the director's idea of the scene, nodding every minute just to show you were listening.

meanwhile elvis was trying not to get a mental breakdown.

“ beautiful, isn't she? ” a voice asked behind him.

he turned around, raising an eyebrow at the height difference.

“ yeah. ” elvis shortly answered, turning to you again.

“ man, am i lucky. ” the voice said before taking a breath and walking to you.

oh, elvis was going to beat his ass.

“ fucking-. ”

“ SILENCE ON SET! ”

elvis took a deep breath before regaining his posture, his hands on his waist.

he couldn't listen very well to the dialogue, too focused on the way the eyes of that co-star of yours traveled a lot for elvis' liking. how his hands were almost stretching out to meet yours, even if that wasn't on the scene. how elvis could even feel the way your presence did things to him.

and then it happened. the kiss.

your hands were in his cheeks while he held your waist with enough strength to make you slightly whimper.

elvis could feel his hands almost ripping his own clothes to shreds. he could rip him to shreds.

“ CUT! ”

the director didn't even finish that word before elvis was dragging you out of the set.

“ elvis, what-? ” you asked confused at his sudden attitude. he didn't answer, he just whistled for the car to come around as the both of you were now outside the place.

he opened the car door. “ get in. ” he, surprisingly, softly said.

you just nodded but before you kissed his nose. elvis could feel his anger dissipating a bit after that small act of affection. god, you were really his feet on earth.

he walked to the set, ignoring your still confused look.

everyone was just wrapping up, some people already left but the few that remained watched speechless what happened next.

he grabbed christian by the shirt when he was close enough, punching him straight in the face, the sound of bones crushing made the people around cringe.

“ look how lucky you are. ” he mockingly said throwing him to the floor, missing for inches the dangerously close end of the table, fixing his suit and sunglasses before looking around and catching the director's gaze.

he smiled. “ thank you for the opportunity you gave to my baby. ” he took off his sunglasses before walking slowly to him. the director tried to take a step back but his chair prevented him from doing so. elvis pointed at his chest with the hand that held his sunglasses. his smile gone. “ but next time, you better hire me with her. ” he smiled again for a few seconds before putting his sunglasses on.

“ it will make you more money too. ” he whispered before walking out, a few people already crouching next to the sobbing co-star that was still on the floor.

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elvis sat on the car, clearing his throat. “ to Graceland, please. ” the chauffeur nodded, driving to the destination.

“ what happened? ” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

you are so cute.

“ nothing, baby. ” he grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “ just went to congratulate everyone, they all worked so hard- not like you, obviously. ”

you giggled, cuddling to him with one hand on his chest and the other one holding his, ignoring his knuckles who were painted with a slight tint of red.

“ you are my biggest star. ” he muttered, kissing your head as he closed his eyes.

[taylorhawkins]

2002 Singles Roundup! (Spin Magazine)

Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins break down this year’s radio gaga…

Nelly - Hot In Herre

Dave: You know this song? Nelly?

Taylor: He could have affiliations, we better be careful.

[Spin:] I don't think he has anymore.

Taylor: Anymore. Once you're in you're never out. I've never even heard this song.

Dave: You hang out at the wrong clubs.

[Spin:] Any idea why he's got a Band-Aid on his face?

Dave: Maybe he popped a zit.

The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So

Dave: I do love the Hives. This kind of has that 'My Sharona' effect on people. It spans all demographics. It's just a totally bare-essentials rock song.

Taylor: The Stooges did it better.

Dave: Elaborate.

Taylor: It just sounds like if the Stooges were way tighter.

Dave: Or maybe if the Kinks didn't fight so much.

Avril Lavigne - Sk8ter Boi

Dave: Is this Bon Jovi? Don’t tell us. Is Pat Benetar back?

Taylor: I'm sorry, I hate high school lyrics like this. It grosses me out to picture some 50-year-old A&R dude in a limo with her, like [puts arm around imaginary girl], "This is gonna be huge, baby. The kids are going to love this." It's like, God! Go right for the fuckin' mallrats!

Dave: Well she's Canadian.

Taylor: She got a nose ring?

Dave: I don’t know, but I bet her navel's pierced.

Taylor: No, she's got a tattoo of a dolphin on her butt.

The Vines - Get Free

Taylor: I think these guys suck. This song is real fuckin' boring.

Dave: Avril Lavigne's song is more challenging than this. If you really want to challenge the listener give them some of that Canadian stuff.

Taylor: This is just, like, buy your angst at the local Kmart.

[Spin:] Dave, does this Nirvana sound bug you at all?

Dave: It doesn't bother me that much.

Christina Aguilera - Dirrty

Taylor: I'd rather discuss the video. The song doesn't even matter!

Dave: It's a serious career shift.

Taylor: Yeah, like when Guns N' Roses went from Welcome To The Jungle to November Rain. I don't know if it's going to work out for her.

Dave: I think it promotes group sex: it promotes lesbianism.

Taylor: She's a little slut! Just kidding.

Justin Timberlake - Like I Love You

Taylor: Ugh! I'm sorry, Mr Timberlake!

Dave: This is Justin? It sounds like Michael Jackson.

Taylor: Are there young boys in the video? Justin tries to dance like Michael Jackson - he even has the hat on.

Dave: Here's the deal with Justin. I'll go rent Breakin' 2 and put on Thriller, and there you go.

Kylie - Can't Get You Out Of My Head

Dave: Killer song! No question! You're getting ready to hit the clubs, put this on. It's got an old nursery-rhyme melody to it - unforgettable.

Taylor: Kylie - I'm proud of her.

Dave: I've got to say I can't stand it when a singer dances - except for Kylie.

Taylor: Freddie Mercury.

Dave: Freddie didn't dance; he pranced.

Taylor: This songs way better than that Christina Aguilera - Aguilerica.

Dave: I've got an idea! Let's start a Christina Aguleria metal cover band - do all her songs but heavy metal, and call it 'Aguilerica'.

Red Hot Chilli Peppers - By The Way

Dave: What's this song about?

[Spin:] It's about a girl he wants to sleep with who's coming to the show.

Dave: Isn't that what all their songs are about?

Taylor: That's what all our songs are about.

Kelly Osbourne - Papa Don't Preach

Dave: I dig it! She's got a good voice, man.

Taylor: I bet that's Dave Navarro playing guitar.

Dave: He definitely sounds pierced.

Taylor: Whoever's playing guitar has his tits pierced, so it's probably Navarro.

Dave: I'm into Kelly Osbourne. She's the snotty punk-rock kid at your high school - but deep down, she's kinda sensitive.

Dirty Vegas - Days Go By

Dave: Is it a car commercial? You could sell a ton of cars with this song. (adopts portentous car commercial voice) Ford Aspire.

Taylor: A new wave in technology.

Dave: The new Ford Probe!

Taylor: Feel the power. Next!

Eminem - Without Me

Dave I love this. Great song, no question.

Taylor: What's so cool about Eminem is the rhythms of his melodies - he's a step ahead of everybody with his flow. As far as I'm concerned, there's him, Snoop and Kool Keith.

Dave: So good! So Hilarious!

Taylor: Awesome. He's no dummy. He's an intelligent motherfucker.

Dave: Even Moby probably likes this song.

Vanessa Carlton - A Thousand Miles

Taylor: What the hell is this shit? Is it someone's piano recital? Who's Vanessa Carlton?

Dave: Some girl who plays piano.

Taylor: It's kind of like the new Bruce Hornsby. Does the Range play with her? Nah, I don't like it.

Dave: Flashdance.

System Of A Down - Toxicity

Dave: Badass sound.

Taylor: I like the fact music like this is...

Dave: ..challenging people.

Taylor: I'd rather listen to early Genesis or early Rush, just because it's more nostalgic, but it's fucking awesome to me that shit like this is popular.

Dave: Agreed.

Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes

Dave: Shakira sounds like she's got a fuckin' booger in her throat that she's got to cough out. She's like sex education in junior high where you see the cartoon diagrams of a penis entering a vagina; it's just caricatures of sex. That's how I see Shakira. Does that make any sense?

Taylor: No, but I say we leave it at that.

SOURCE: fooarchive.com

[luckydragon10]

KinnPorsche Ep09 Lines of Power, PART 2

Continuing from PART 1.

More LoP posts: [Trailer] ... [Ep05] [Ep06] [Ep07] [Ep08] [Ep09 PART 1] [Ep10]

FIRST SHOT: In Part 1, I mentioned the importance of lighting. Well, it's still important for Part 2.

This entire scene is powerfully lit in Porsche's character color: blue blue blue. Vegas has stepped into Porsche's territory. The lines of the pool also point toward Porsche.

Porsche's face is lined with blue light, but even more than that, he's backlit so we can only just barely see his expressions. Meanwhile, Vegas in this scene has his face well lit, and his expressions are exposed (not shown).

Go back and rewatch this scene. Porsche barely says anything. He's holding his cards really fucking close to his chest here.

SECOND SHOT: Kinn, honey, you're lurking. Notice the 2/3rds split of the screen, with Kinn on the dark 2/3rds. He's practically a shadow. It's simple, but I like the uneven split.

THIRD SHOT: Vegas is framed by the vertical pool lines, but look at Porsche. Porsche is actively leaning out of that frame. Porsche's shoulder and head are escaping and essentially wrecking the picture that Vegas is trying to create. That's some pretty clear body language.

For just a heartbeat in this scene, Kinn looks in a direction that allows him to meet eyes with the audience through the mirror.

I was able to catch this mainly because my bestie @moerusai had already pointed out the amazing way Kinn breaks the fourth wall near the end of the episode. (Go read that. Go read it right now.)

I consider this moment a hint, a little foreshadow, of that bigger and more important moment later on. Here in this scene, what I see is Kinn asking the audience, "can you believe the way this bitch is wasting my precious time?" 😂

Kinn, I know you have better things to do. Namely, Porsche.

Credit to @kates-sweet-escape for pointing out this shot already. (Go check out her amazing meta and theories on this episode.)

NOT the same shot as my previous one — the big difference is the characters' gazes. To us, it looks like Mirror Kinn and Tawan are meeting gazes, but in real life they wouldn't be able to meet eyes like this. In effect, it looks like there would be two Kinns, the mirror Kinn as well as the real Kinn, and both would be staring at Tawan so damn hard.

Tawan. Kinn is watching you from all angles. And he's not pleased with what he's seeing. (And neither is the audience, you shifty little bastard.)

Split screen, and yet both sides of the split look pretty dark to me. Dramatic lighting looks cool. Man with a resting bastard face does NOT look cool.

Best move on before I burst a blood vessel.

This is a really good frame job.

Get it? Frame job? (Too soon?)

I try not to dig too much into colors, but this shot is startling monochromatic (even Ken falling into monochrome?!), except for Porsche's face. His pleading face. Oh my heart. Porsche, I promise it's gonna be okay, but maybe not right away.

Porsche's colorful face being centered in those vertical black lines surrounded with gray boxes makes this such a powerful shot.

I literally cheered for Porchay when he confessed his crush, but I did not except Kim to pull the perfect kiss on the cheek. Hello? What? This episode dashes my heart and then fills it full to overflowing?

Meanwhile, the audience is looking at them from the sound booth, giving this moment a bit of of a voyeuristic flavor, while also making it feel a bit like sitting in a movie theatre and watching a screen.

BUT. One more thing. Check out the brand on the sound booth. It's blurry, but I zoomed in and was juuuuust able to make out the words.

I don't know anything about sound equipment, but I do know how to google a brand, and the brand is...

...are you fucking kidding me?

Duality delta? DUALITY? In a show that's all about dual natures and keeping secrets?

Oh fuck you, just stop messing with my head already. 😭

Emperor Korn is holding court again. I love that no matter how they set it up, he gets the emperor positioning, this time by giving him the entire wide couch to himself.

And yes, hello chess metaphor, I see you're back again! Interesting that the chess board positioned for Korn to engage an invisible opponent, but Kinn and Tankhun are NOT positioned to play against him.

X marks the Kinn.

Those Xs in the background are pretty dramatic. To me they're saying that Kinn has to be careful because he's in a precarious position. Just about any move he could make might end up being the wrong one, with disastrous consequences. He needs to tread very, very carefully right now.

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More LoP posts: [Trailer] ... [Ep05] [Ep06] [Ep07] [Ep08] [Ep09 PART 1] [Ep10]

For more great meta from folks across the KP Tumblr fandom, please visit the Damn Good KP Meta doc.

Also, for this episode, @moerusai's post, How Kinn breaks the fourth wall, is a must read. Be sure to check it out.

[imaginesbymk]

RESERVOIR DOGS PREFERENCE

PUTTING (EUPHORIA) MAKEUP ON THEM

Characters: Mr. White (Larry), Mr. Orange (Freddy Newandyke), Mr. Blonde (Vic Vega), Mr. Pink, Mr. Brown + “Nice Guy” Eddie 

Tags: swearing, tarantino characters not appreciating the beauty of makeup ??

Taglist: @locke-writes​ & @aryn-the-bearheart​

A/N: i am currently planning a reservoir dogs/pulp fiction x OC AU fic that's euphoria-themed, but i feel like its just hyper fixation and my untreated adhd will just make me abandon it entirely and bounce back to fixating on HBO war fics :P enjoy and leave a like/reblog/feedback <33 ^.^

( i added links to the makeup looks they have lol! its highlighted so you will see )

━︎ MR. WHITE ( LARRY DIMMICK )

He thinks you're joking, but you're so serious

Mr. White laughs out loud. "C'mon. Don't do that to me, y/n. I'll wear those things the day aliens land and go clubbing in L.A."

One time he's so drunk from the bar that he comes home and gets too curious when he sees you organizing your makeup station. "All right, I'll bite. Make me look like a doll."

He's not sober so he moves too much, and you're struggling.

"Finally done!"

He checks the vanity. You went simple but bold on graphic eyeliner. "Ho-ly shit!" He laughs. "I could pick up women and men at the bar if I went out like this earlier."

━︎ MR. ORANGE ( FREDDY NEWANDYKE )

Freddy has a nice eye shape, so you decide to give him a smokey eye look with glitter tears

He lowkey doesn't mind it, he knows he's good looking so why not add more shine to it?

"Stop moving, Freddy. You'll make me mess up."

He checks the mirror. "How do you come up with this?"

You take a lot of photos of him, and he keeps it on for the whole day that he'll forget that he's wearing makeup

Officer Holdaway from the police department visits him at the apartment with some case files he picked up for him. "What the FUCK happened to you, man?"

━︎ MR. BLONDE ( VIC VEGA )

He thinks it's too girly, and would only appreciate it if it was worn on someone attractive

Mr. Blonde mainly likes red lipstick and loves it when you leave lipstick stains on him

You're actually worried that he'll touch his face too much that it'll ruin his makeup (he touches his face too much)

He's so annoyed that he finally gives in and lets you experiment.

You let him choose the colours on the palette. "I dunno, that one."

He hums when he looks in the mirror. "Yeah. It's cool." He kinda likes it, but he immediately makes you wipe it all off.

━︎ MR. PINK

There is absolutely no way Pink is ever gonna wear makeup, let alone let you put a dab of blush on him

He will literally swat your hand away and try to throw you off the couch when you pounce on his lap with a powder brush in your hand

He's passed out on the couch and you slowly and carefully apply pink liner on him

He wakes up all groggy, annoyed, and confused as to why you're smiling and laughing so devilishly. "What's the fuckin' matter with you?" He goes into the bathroom and looks in the mirror. "Y/N L/N YOU ARE SO DEAD."

━︎ MR. BROWN

Brown will only say yes as long as you don't make him go out in public

"Fine," he huffs. "But I want a Madonna glam."

You agreed because he couldn't stop talking about Like A Virgin the whole day.

As he's watching you look at the eyeshadow palette, you decide on the neon colours for the 80s vibe.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," he says to you.

He keeps bombarding you with questions about the brushes. "There's a whole routine to makeup?! Jesus."

"I guess I do feel kinda pretty," he chuckles to himself in the mirror.

He messes up his makeup because he kept scratching his eyes!!!!

━︎ NICE GUY EDDIE ( EDDIE CABOT )

"No fuckin' way, y/n. Do I look like a lab rat?"

"I promise I'll make it look cool." You bribe him to do it. You'll do extra hours with Dove if he lets you do his makeup.

He's in his office chair and you're sitting cross-legged on his desk, working on his face like an artist with their canvas.

He's sweating and constantly checks the door because anyone can walk in, even Joe or the Dogs, and see him wearing makeup. He would have to crawl into a turtle shell and go into hiding for the rest of his life if his Dad caught him.

"Jesus, are you almost done?"

"Just about done." You put the lid back. "Do you like it?"

He checks the tiny mirror on the wall. "Oh." He nods. "Did you superglue gems on my face?!"

The door opens. Mr. Blonde is standing there, jaw dropped on the floor.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Forever Begins Now - Chapter Four.

Well, besties, here’s the last chapter of the mini-sequel. Thanks so much for reading and enjoying it, I do love these two, I have to say. And if you’re reading The Dark Passenger, my EZ/OC fic, you get to keep on catching up with them, too!

Previous Chapters - One  Two  Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,004

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Take a good look at my face, baby. Because I think this is the last time you’ll be seeing it like this for a while,” Angel joked darkly after they’d pulled up outside the beach house, making a noise of trepidation in his throat. They’d been married for six days, Deb returning from her research expedition in Peru the previous morning. It was time.  

“She isn’t going to punch you, stop worrying,” she soothed, Angel smiling in wince.

“I think you might be wrong, but whatever. Either way, imma cop a fucking bollocking, as you British people call it.” He took a deep breath, grumbling with discomfort again before they descended the steps that led down to the house, Bella letting herself in.  

“Belly boo! I wondered when you’d be home,” Deb called softly from the couch, getting up to welcome her with a hug and a kiss. “Angel, you look pale,” she then spoke, lifting herself to tiptoes to kiss his cheek, her hands rubbing his arms affectionately. “What’s up?”

He felt like he had a tonne of bricks hitting him over and over. “I’m fine. How was Peru, Deb?”

She snorted. “Bollocks, are you fine. You look like a deer caught in the headlights of an express train. What’s the matter?”  

He felt himself beginning to sweat, his back warming as he sat down, Bella taking the arm of the large armchair he seated himself in. “Mum, we’ve got some news.”

Deb read the tension pouring out of them, noting that her daughter looked a little calmer than her boyfriend, but not by much. “If you’re about to tell me you’re pregnant, so help me, Isabella.” Her warned words were delivered with a certain tone of bite, Angel swallowing hard, taking Bella’s hand.

“Just over a week ago, I asked Bella to marry me, and six days ago, we eloped to Las Vegas.” There it was, the door to the tiger cage had been opened. Whether it decided to maul everyone in sight or not remained to be seen, Angel feeling his heart pounding so hard, he felt a little sick.  

Deb closed her eyes, resting her forehead into the cradle of her hand, whispering ‘Jesus bloody Christ’ before getting up, heading towards the back door.  

“Mum, wait, please can you just...” was as far as Bella got.

“Not another fucking word! Not from either of you.” Swinging the door open, the sea breeze hit her, cooling her face, her cheeks radiating heat. The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours, Angel wrapping his arm around Bella’s waist when he saw she was quivering with nerves. After around five had passed in painful silence, Deb finally spoke.  

“You two being together, I was warming to the idea, because I saw you as quite rational, steady, someone who would keep my daughter grounded, Angel. But this? Running off and getting married? You’re meant to be the adult, not losing your head and getting swept up in making reckless decisions like eloping with my teenage daughter, for the fucking love of god!”

He was about to speak in his defence, but Bella beat him to it. “Mum, it wasn’t his idea to elope, it was mine. I understand that you’re shocked, upset even, but I’m eighteen, capable of making my own decisions, and I decided to marry the man I’m in love with.”

Deb gave her a look that sent a chill prickling through her chest, scoffing before storming out, Bella sliding onto Angel’s lap, sighing on the cusp of a sob.  

He wrapped her in a secure, warm embrace, kissing her cheek. “I’ll go and talk to her.”

“She’ll likely bite your head off, or not acknowledge anything you say to her. She can be very passive-aggressive when she’s pissed off.” Her warning fell on deaf ears, Angel standing, placing her back down in the armchair and grasping her hands.  

“I’ll make her listen. I’m good at doing that.”  

Bella widened her eyes, of course knowing her mother of old. “Best of luck with that, big sexy.” He returned the look, laughing softly through his nose before turning and following the path his furious mother-in-law had taken, finding her sitting further on down the beach, staring out at the beautiful view, the sun beginning to sink into the horizon in a peach glow.  

Sitting down beside her, he felt her stiffen immediately. “I know it was impulsive, Deb. I know that. Me and your daughter, though, we’re in love, and meant to be. It makes no difference, marrying her now, or if we’d done next year, in two years, in five. I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to make the commitment to her.”

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair. “It’s all so quick, though! Married at eighteen? She’s too young to settle! She has her entire life ahead of her! You? You’ve lived it, you’re thirty-eight, at the kind of age where you should be settling, and I can’t help but think this is going to throw up so many issues between you!”

“I’m not about to stop her living her life. She wants to be a musician, which ultimately means I’ll end up losing her to touring and the like eventually, because we both know with Bella’s talent it’s a matter of when that happens, and not if. I’m fine with that, like I said, I ain’t gonna hold her back. I’m gonna be the one there being her number one fan boy and encouraging her every step of the way. She doesn’t have to put her dreams on hold for me.”  

“Yeah? And what about when you want kids, and she’s too focused on her career, hmm? What will that mean?” she challenged him with, Angel thinking it quite uncanny, because of a conversation he’d had on the subject with his wife as recently as a couple of nights ago.  

“Well - and with respect - when we decide to have children is no one’s business but ours, but Bella actually stated in as many words that she wants them before she’s twenty-five, regardless of where she’s at with her career. She’ll take time away, and of course I ain’t gonna be no deadbeat dad either. I’ll take care of the kid while she heads back out on the road. We’ll figure it out, but that’s for much further into our marriage, to even think of the logistics of it all.”

She was silent again, taking his words in, sadly for Angel finding they had little effect on her stance. “She’s too young for it all, and this I am adamant about. I realise that it’s done now, though, and no matter how much I don’t like it, I have to find some way to move forward with it. Right now though, I don’t want that. I’m angry. I feel blindsided. It was hurtful, that you both did this without consulting me, which perhaps might have made it better.”  

“I’m sorry,” he offered, Deb eyeing him sharply.

“No, you aren’t. I just want to be left alone, Angel. I’ll be in touch with Bella when... when I feel a bit more settled with this news. I’ll stay down here for a while, but when I return, I want it to be to an empty house.”  

He nodded, standing up and brushing the sand from his jeans as he walked back up to the house, sad that there was little resolve reached. He hated having to return to his wife and give her such disappointing news, even more so that her mother had no interest in speaking to her further, wishing for the house to be empty when she arrived back in it.  

“Fine. That’s absolutely bloody fine,” she began, her voice quivering as she stood up. “I’m going to go pack a few bags, load some of my stuff into my car if that’s the way she wants it to be.”  

Angel nodded, resisting the urge to fight Deb’s corner and reassure her that all she needed was a little time to get used to it. He would eventually, but knew Bella needed to be pissed off a little about it first before he attempted to make it better. “I’ll come and help you.”  

Clothes, shoes, guitars, books, a few furnishings and all of her jewellery later and Bella was closing the trunk of her car, reaching in through the open back door to shift her guitar cases around so she had enough room to see through the rear windscreen, turning to Angel. “See you at home, then. Love you.”

“You will, love you too.” He kissed her, stroking the small of her back before heading to his bike, Bella driving off as he looked back at the house. He paused for a few moments, wondering whether to go and try for some resolve. He realised the last thing he should do was rush it, though. She just needed time to get used to the idea. If she did, great. If she didn’t, then it was her loss, he guessed, to have a fractured relationship with her daughter, although he sorely hoped it wouldn’t come to that.  

He also hoped she might feel better after the fifty-minute journey down the freeway back to Santo Padre, but when they arrived home, she stomped around the house, muttering to herself as she found places for all of her possessions to live, Angel making a mental note that he could do with borrowing the van and buying another dresser and an actual wardrobe for all of her clothes. He found it strange, to see her so agitated, since Bella had virtually no temper, her default when she was upset usually being tears.  

It was while he was making a list of items they needed to go and fetch from the store that her default came to find him, her little sniffs preceding her arrival into the kitchen.  

“Baby,” he sighed, pulling her into a hug, Bella crying against his chest.  

“Why can’t she just be happy for us? She didn’t even want to talk to me, just told me to get out. Through you, too! She couldn’t even tell me to my face. Doesn’t she realise, other than you, she’s the only bloody family I have here?”

“B, she’ll get used to it eventually,” he began, tightening his arms around her. “I think she’s mostly pissed off that we didn’t say anything to her beforehand.”

“Yeah, because she would have bloody reacted like this! That’s why I didn’t!” Her ire was met by him letting her vent, knowing that it was still partly down to her age, being so viscerally emotional because something wasn’t going her way, and not seeing how their actions had played a big part in her mother’s upset.  

The truth was, he’d had it in the back of his mind, knowing Deb wouldn’t take it well, but he’d let himself get wrapped up in it, the joy of running off with the girl he was in love with any marrying her. Perhaps she was right when she’d said that as the adult, he should have known better. Maybe he should have, but he had no regrets over what they’d done. All he could do for that moment was take her mind off it, something that began with them heading to the store, Angel driving since he didn’t trust that Bella would have enough focus to concentrate, staring out of the window for the entire journey, sighing frequently.  

“Pouty face,” he spoke softly as they walked up the dried produce aisle, Bella pushing the cart with her bottom lip protruding a little as she grabbed a large bag of pasta. “I love this pouty face, you know.”  

“I’m glad you do,” she sniffed, adding brown rice and barley to the cart.  

“Baby, your mom still loves you. It’s because she does that she’s acting like this. Like I said back at home, you just have to give her a little time to get used to it. I know it sucks that she wasn’t immediately understanding, I bet my dad’ll have a few choice grunts over it, too, but you know what? At the end of the day, it’s our life, we’re happy as fuck, so personally I ain’t letting it bring me down. You shouldn’t either,” he advised, taking a few packs of spices and throwing them into the cart. “Come on, let's go over to the bakery section and get you those lame assed cupcakes with all the fancy frosting you love.”

“They’re not lame!” she protested, slapping his arm.

“Edible fucking glitter. I mean, what the fuck is that shit?” He finally got a laugh out of her, Bella guiding the cart with one hand while she wrapped an arm around her husband, feeling him press a kiss atop her head. Later that evening, Bella sitting on the couch with pink frosting all over her face, he was pleased to see her looking a little more content. That was, until she began staring at her phone, tapping out messages only to delete them, frowning, making little noises in her throat.  

“Querida, leave it alone for a few days. Give her some space, trust me on this. It’s what she needs most at the moment. If you bombard her, expecting that to change her mind, it’ll do the opposite,” he advised her, Bella showing the kind of maturity that made him proud. She locked her phone and popped it down on the table, turning to him.  

“You’re right.” Leaning into his space she kissed him, nuzzling her nose against his. “Thanks for being such a good voice of reason.”

He beamed, kissing her again. “You’re welcome. Now, gimmie one of those ridiculous cakes.” She opened the box, taking one out, chuckling when Angel opened his mouth wide before she shoved it in.  

“You’ve got glitter all in your beard!”

He grumbled through the muffling of frosting and cake, chewing the mouthful of sugary goodness. He had to admit, they looked stupidly colourful, but tasted amazing. “As I expected. I bet I look ridiculous.”  

“You look like Christmas just sucker punched you,” she teased, Angel raising an eyebrow, touching a soft fist to her mouth. “You look like you ate a gay pride carnival.”

“Someone else gon’ get sucker punched if she carries on!” he laughed. “They’d love me at pride, man. I got the body, the sparkly beard, I’m good to go!” His continued comedy had the desired effect, his wife in soft fits at his side. After going to wash the remanence of frosting from his beard, he found another way to keep her mind off the current situation, one that also involved his mouth.  

With his tongue swirling repeatedly over her clit, his big hands pawing softly at her thighs, it was certainly difficult for Bella to think of anything else as he ate her to mindlessness, each lick making warms wells of pleasure trickle down her spine. What his mouth conjured so beautifully, his fingers eventually joined in bestowing pure magic upon her, Bella gasping softly as she writhed against his face, two fingers buried deep within her, pressing in circle, his arm muscles taut with effort.  

“Fuck me, please, Angel,” she gasped, their joint effort freeing him from his clothes, his nakedness melding with hers as he pushed into her, a low grunt spilling from his mouth to hers as their lips locked in a sweet, hot kiss.  

“Yeah, is that what you needed, baby? A big cock right up in you deep?”  

“Mmmm.” Her soft whine, slow like honey, was all she was able to reply with, wrapping her arms around him, her legs gripped around his hips as he slowly began fucking her into the couch.  

It was with a steady stream of lustful encounters, lots of attention, and just being present for her that Angel attempted to keep his new wife’s spirits up, but in the weeks that followed, with not a peep in way of communication from her mother, and him advising her not to send any messages other than the couple she’d still not received an answer to, Bella was sad. So sad that someone else took it upon himself to attempt a little bridge mending.  

Coco had absolutely no idea whether he’d find Deb at home or not, the afternoon he rode up to La Jolla, unsure whether she was off on a work trip. At least he knew she wouldn’t be at the university, what with it being a Sunday. He was relieved when he pulled in beside her car, removing his helmet, shades and gloves, heading down the steps to the beach house.  

“Oh, I have a lovely boy here to visit, and I didn’t put on any makeup,” Deb cooed softly, welcoming him with a hug.  

He kissed her cheek, entering the house. “Deb, you know you’re gorgeous enough without that shit, mamas.”  

She snorted softly. “Charming as ever, Johnny. Do you want a coffee?”  

“Please,” he spoke, seating himself at the island. “So, you likely know why I’m here, right?”

“Doesn’t take a genius to work out.” Turning to the machine, she filled it with water, closing the lid and turning it on. “Which one sent you?”

“Neither,” he began, lifting his wallet chain so he didn’t end up caught around the stool. Last time he’d sat on one, he’d ended up taking it with him when he stood up, much to the hilarity of everyone who’d witnessed the moment. “I came under my own steam, wanted to be of help.” He paused then, trying to gauge her face. “She misses you, you know.”

“Does she?” her words, delivered on a snort, were quite sharp. “Didn’t miss me when she got married without me there.”  

Coco chewed the side of his lip for a second. “Is that the only thing that’s pissing you off about it, that they decided to elope? I mean, I know you think Angel is too old for her, and maybe you’re right you know, but that don’t mean he ain’t good for her. Your daughter, shit. She’s the absolute centre of his world. I ain’t ever seen him like that over a chick. He’d do anything for her.”

She took a breath, running a hand through her dark hair. “How would you feel, if Letty ran off to marry a guy twenty years her senior and didn’t tell you about it?”

He snorted, beginning to laugh softly. “I’d think that was kinda standard for my crazy assed daughter!” He continued to laugh, thanking her for the coffee that was passed to him, Deb taking a seat at his side.  

“If I saw that the guy was good, like Angel is, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. I ain’t ever been a good father to her, I knew I couldn’t be while I was away in active service, but I always hoped for goodness for her. She’s getting herself together more now, and if that included settling down early, then shit, I couldn’t stop her. As parents, we gotta let the leash off ‘em at some point, let ‘em go out there and live their lives. We can coach from the side lines, but we can’t interfere with the game, y’know?”

“Her dad would go fucking mental,” she muttered, sipping her drink.  

Coco shrugged slightly, resting a hand to her forearm. “No disrespect to Nick, but he ain’t here, is he? I’m not gonna speak for the dude, I didn’t know him, but I think I know that in his early departure, he wouldn’t have wanted to leave behind a family that would eventually become fractured. Nah, that shit ain’t what anyone would want.”

“Then she shouldn’t have been reckless, Coco. It was juvenile, what they did!”

His mouth tugged up at the corner. “And ignoring her now isn’t, being juvenile, that is? She won’t suddenly be un-married, just because you’re refusing to acknowledge it.”

Shit. He was right. It hit Deb, then, the words of her young friend. “You can choose to dislike it forever, but it ain’t gonna change anything. Bella’s in love with him, and whether they last or not, well, you not talking to her isn’t gonna change that either way, is it? All you can hope is that they do last. For what it’s worth, I think they will. Those two, they’re a good balance, that thing, what do they call it? Ying and yong?”

She snorted with soft laughter. “Yin and yang.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, giving her a little friendly shove. “That’s it.”  

Deb began to nod slowly, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m making all of this about me, aren’t I?”

“Not all of it.” Turning his head, he kissed the top of hers. “A little, though.”  

She straightened up, finishing her espresso. “Fancy taking me for my first ride on a motorcycle?”

“Well, if that’s the only cherry of yours I can pop on offer, then I’m taking it!” he replied, grinning widely with a wink.  

“You’re bloody filthy!” she admonished, smacking his arm as she got up.  

He laughed, picking up his coffee. “You love it!” Draining the cup, he stood up, Deb telling him she’d just be a few minutes, getting her things together. Just under an hour later and they were pulling up in the yard, Deb thanking him, feeling quite exhilarated after her first time on the back of a motorcycle. When she looked up to the clubhouse, though, she felt her heart sink, seeing Bella sitting outside, her head hung down, Angel nudging her with his elbow before pointing out at where she stood.  

Bella gaped for a second, to see the last person she expected to arrive there on a Sunday afternoon, getting up from her seat as she watched her mother walking over, Coco hanging back, pulling his phone out and checking his messages. Reaching the steps, she hovered for a few moments, her mother continuing to walk until she stopped a few feet away, her smile suddenly widening, making her nerves melt away.

“Come here.” Opening her arms, Deb felt her insides bloom at having her daughter back in them, the scent of her apple shampoo comforting as she stroked her hair. “Seems I’d forgotten what it means to be family, taking the good with the bad, the rough with the smooth. I had someone set me right, though.”  

Bella looked over her mother’s shoulder, mouthing ‘thank you’ at Coco, blowing him a kiss he caught against his cheek, smiling and winking as he headed up to the clubhouse, Angel pulling him into a hug.  

“You didn’t have to do that, mano. But thanks all the same,” he spoke, Coco looking back at Bella and Deb.  

“Yeah, I did,” he began, pulling his cigarettes out and lighting up. “British women are damned stubborn!”  

Angel snorted softly. “I’ll say.”

“We heard that!” his wife then called, the guys cracking up.  

“And now your ass is in trouble again, homie!” Coco gave him an affectionate slap on his back, heading into the clubhouse, Angel walking down to greet Deb.  

“So, are we good, or are you gonna punch me?”

She smiled, shielding her eyes from the sun, pulling him into a hug. “We’re good, sweetheart. But I have one condition.”

“Name it,” Angel spoke immediately, wanting to do what he could to smooth everything over.

“On your first anniversary, you’re having another wedding, and you’re letting me organise it. We’ll get the family over from England, and it’ll all be proper, have it on the beach and the party at the house. How does that sound?”  

Those twelve months came and went by in a flash, before once again, Angel and Bella Reyes affirmed their commitment to one another, just as they did every single morning they awoke, a little bit more in love with one another than they were the day before.  

The End.  

[bitacrytic]

I have a question. And I am not trying to start any shit trust me. It's just I was exploring the kp tag and I caught another blogger answering an ask. In their opinion, Vegas is those creepy people who constantly come onto you even when you say no and then ultimately commit on you the violence of sexual assault. They brought up how after a failed attempt at raping Porsche he was standing admiring himself in the mirror. And while initially I went how dare you...I eventually could not disagree.

I know the source novel and it is honestly bad. What happened to Pete there- let's just say I am relieved they took another route no matter how dubious the present version is in itself. My point of the ask is- from the safe house episodes they tried to play it up as the man being a sad little boy who did whatever he had to do to come out on top. And maybe ( just maybe with dangling on a very thin line) I can excuse that what he did with Tawan as a part of him wanting to get an inside Intel but his attempt at raping porsche...that- that is not justifiable right? I mean flirting with him/trying to impress him...okay- massive douchebag but the drugging and making him drunk...those stuff.

And the thing is I was in the Vegaspete afterglow right? Giggling at the hospital scene. But now after i have seen the post...i can't help but ask myself...didn't they take the Vegas of earlier episodes and turn him into someone else from that safehouse episode? ( where vp have a heart to heart)? I have the link to the post I am referring to. But I don't want anyone to harass the person...so I am just sending the ask.

Oh, you're right not to link someone that people might attack. Real people matter more than opinions about a fictional ship. So, good on you for not linking it.

I agree with you. Vegas is a psychopath. He is a rapist. He is a murderer. Vegas did bad things to EVERYONE he's ever come in contact with, besides his father and his brother. I am of the opinion that if Tawan hadn't kidnapped Chay and ruined things, Vegas would have taken Porsche to his dungeon and tortured and raped him. It's that simple.

But here are a few things to think of:

1. People can still ship psychopaths and enjoy a ship that features rape. It is fucking FICTION. If you don't ship it, cool. But don't try and make other people feel bad about it. We have literally seen these men commit murder and we still stan them. There's no good behaviour here. Kinnporsche is messy. Everyone is messy. So don't let anyone make you feel like shit for shipping a messed up ship from a messed up show. Because everyone is fucked on this show.

2. It's funny that we, as the audience, think we have a moral standpoint from which to judge these characters. Because we don't. If we were in these situations (I hope not) we might exhibit our worst selves. The things Vegas did to Pete are fucked up. But guess what? If Pete wasn't the prisoner, he'd have stood on the sidelines and let it happen. Wait, he did stand on the sidelines and let Vegas torture at least two different people. That's the kind of show we're watching. Fucked up people doing fucked up shit to each other. And the fact that we think we can find morality or a reason to excuse anything any of them do is funny. Because we can't.

3. The same thing they did to Vegas is what they did to Kinn. These men are bad people, but we're supposed to root for them. So of course there wil be a moment where there's a switch from "I'm the big bad," to "I want this man I have harmed to love me."

They made Vegas miss and crave Pete to show growth in his arc, the same way they made Kinn seem like a good man after the things he did to Porsche. "Oh, I sexually assaulted you? But I have feelings for you. Oh, I punished you even though I know what actually happened wasn'tyour fault? But my father made me do it. Love me because I hate the bad things that I have done." And it fucking worked. Even people like me who complain about Kinn, still love the kinnporsche ship. Because it has its moments. But it's toxic. So, saying that they tried to play Vegas up as sad cat meow meow after the incident should also be said about kinn. Kinn is also a rapist. He also trapped Porsche in that mansion, excluding him from friends and family to the point that Porsche had to lie to leave the mansion.

My point is,

No one in this fandom has a leg to stand on when it comes to complaining about problematic ships. We can hate the ship all we want, but we can't erase or escape the problematic parts of our own ships.

Unless the person in question doesn't like any ship on the show.

[xcziel]

i think one of the things that attract porsche to kinn is just that kinn is independent of him

like, he's not responsible for kinn - *to* him for the purpose of performing his job, but not *for* him the way he is for porschay and seemingly his friends also

he can be the vulnerable one, he can cast aside the yoke of responsibility because he knows kinn can take care of himself, but also is capable of taking on the responsibility and also sharing and trading it back to porsche along with his own vulnerability

(i fully maintain that *nothing* would have happened if kinn hadn't kissed porsche on the pier - things only progressed bc porsche *remembered* that, was turning it over in his head, was thinking about what it *meant* even before he was drugged - for porsche the fact that kinn made a move, that kinn *liked* him, was the tipping point. if kinn had just made a pass, tried groping him or something, acted like one of the people from the bar, porsche wouldn't have been fascinated he would've likely blanked it just like he blanked vegas' attempts, just ignored it)

so then i started thinking about the parallels between kinn and, of all people, yok. because they're both tacitly porsche's "boss" but his relationship with her is definitely not one of subservience.

we see that yok is actually porsche's only real adult confidante - he doesn't go to her just because it's his first time dating a man - i can't imagine him asking say, jom, for serious love advice in any context. something about the fact that yok is technically his employer frees porsche from feeling like he has to be the dependable reliable one.

if something happened to yok or the bar of course he would want to help out, he might even feel obligated if it were something that happened during his shift or because of him, but it wouldn't be his *responsibility* - he would trust yok to be able to take care of whatever she needed to do. and the same goes for his relationship with kinn - if porsche wants to care for kinn, look out for him, it's either professional concern, bc it is still his job, just like the bar was, or it's because he *chooses* to.

he's not protecting kinn out of responsibility or filial duty the way he protects porschay - he knows kinn is a big boy who has his own resources and handles himself quite well, he doesn't need porsche for *that* no matter how good porsche is.

i just find it so interesting that the two people porsche seems almost to regard as equals and as *adult* (not pals that essentially follow his lead) friends are both his "boss" - it's like it gives him a freedom to not be the one making all the decisions.

see how quickly he takes yok's advice when he doesn't know what to do, and the same with kinn when he's at a loss. only with kinn they trade the decision-making back and forth: when kinn doesn't know how to fish, teacher porsche shows up. when kinn has a plan that makes sense (no matter how rarely), porsche easily follows.

another example is pete: he's more or less porsche's equal for real, he's not a 'follower' and porsche does ask him questions - but he doesn't just accept pete's answers, we always see him thinking them over.

he would never just blindly accept pete's instructions the way he does someone who he regards as having some (any) real sway over him. that's determined by the the value that he, porsche, has assigned to them, authority he mentally has allowed.

i'd say in terms of porsche's regard, khun korn probably ranks right around pete in terms of how seriously he values their words. even though korn could destroy porsche with a snap of his fingers it's clear where porsche's respect lies and korn is well behind kinn (and probably tankhun) in porsche's eyes, so it's not just *a* boss that porsche is willing to listen to or obey, it's someone that *porsche* has delineated as both trustworthy *and* responsible enough that he doesn't feel beholden to their welfare except is a way he chooses to be.

it's just really cool to see all these small less obvious parallels in the show, like how vegas is the dark parallel of kinn

[alexanderossis]

Geolex + “you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

They get to Vegas and George is buzzing. It’s a mixture of the energy of this city, the way that everyone on the strip is excited to see them, and having his two favourite people in the world right there with him.

Lewis is in good spirits, which is great for George because when Lewis is on, he’s a force to be reckoned with and he pays attention to George and tells him how good he’s doing and George would get on his knees for this man any day.

Metaphorically of course because there’s also Alex. George really wants to please Lewis, wants to hear that he’s doing a good job, wants to win for him. But with Alex, none of that matters.

Alex loves him because he’s George, not because he’s George Russell, F3 champion, F2 champion, and Mercedes driver. George doesn’t love Alex because he’s Alexander Albon, Williams Driver.

George thinks that he or Alex could quit F1 one day and never go back and it wouldn’t change anything between them. And he’s so fucking grateful for that.

They get to Vegas and Alex is not buzzing. He’s excited to be in Vegas but the whole thing feels a little much. The people, the press— he complains about doing media but really it just fills him with a horrible wave of anxiety where he can’t breathe. The whole thing feels a little overrated to him.

It doesn’t help that Lewis is here. He’s gotten over what happened in 2020, forgiven Lewis for the collisions that stole his first career wins from under his nose. But he’s still not really sure how Lewis feels about him and every interaction is so awkward and yeah, Alex’s social anxiety finds Lewis absolutely terrifying.

It also doesn’t help that George loves Lewis. Not in the way that he loves Alex. He loves Alex like breathing. He loves Alex like a cup of coffee in the morning in bed. He loves Lewis like the devoted teammate that he is, eager to learn and live and grow under Lewis’ shadow.

And Alex really is happy that George has a good teammate. He knows what it’s like to be the second driver and feel absolutely shitty showing up to the track each weekend. He’s glad George doesn’t have to experience it, but also would like to be here with just George.

They all get to do some press together, which is good, the solid press of George’s body against Alex’s side doing wonders to calm his panic. But Alex also knows that he’s really not the people everyone is here to see, so he gets to stand off to the side and watch Lewis and George woo the crowd.

They take like a bazillion photos of George and Lewis together and Alex isn’t jealous. He’s not jealous because he doesn’t want to be up there, he’s content being out of the spotlight. But he doesn’t miss the way George looks at Lewis, like he hangs the sun,  like he’s Adonis personified.

He’s not blind, Alex knows that the fans think George and Lewis are dating. He knows why they think that. If he and George hadn’t been together before he went to Mercedes, Alex probably would have thought the same thing.

Strong arms wrap around Alex’s middle. He’s standing behind the stage, watching Lewis, Checo, and George entertain. Okay, maybe not watching, maybe just trying to stay calm and get away from the insane atmosphere. He leans back against George, nestling into his boyfriend’s neck.

“Hi baby,” George presses his lips against the top of Alex’s head, “You okay?”

“Fine,” Alex mumbles.

He turns around into George’s embrace, shoving his hands up and under George’s insane amount of layers. George is wearing a winter coat even though it’s baking hot in Vegas.

“It gets cold in the desert at night”, George had argued before they’d left the hotel.

“You’ve never been to the desert, George!”

“Yeah, that’s why I have to have a coat.”

Alex doesn’t know if he’s just wearing it out of spite, but the skin beneath his clothing is cool and soft and it grounds Alex in a way that he hasn’t felt all weekend.

“Better?” George murmurs.

“A bit,” Alex concedes.

“Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?” George asks, tilting Alex’s head up to meet his eyes.

“No, that’s stupid.” Alex shakes his head, watching as Lewis walks toward the pair of them.

“It’s not, if you want to go back.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not-”

“Hi,” Lewis interrupts and George takes a step back from Alex (ouch) and turns to face Lewis.

“Hi, Lew!” George beams at him.

Lewis gives Alex one of his beautiful smiles and then turns to talk to George about something that Toto had called about earlier.

Alex crosses his arms, looking around for somewhere else to be, but he can’t find anyone else he knows and the towering, unfamiliar city makes him uneasy.

“Right, Alex?” Alex’s head snaps back around to the conversation where Lewis is looking at him expectedly.

And right there, Alex gets it. The feeling of all of Lewis’ attention turned towards him, the soft, kind eyes meeting his.

“Oh, uh- right.” Alex agrees, blushing slightly.

“Told you, Georgie,” Lewis beams, wrapping an arm around George and giving him a blinding smile.

Alex’s skin prickles at that and he reaches for his phone to give himself something to do other than watch his boyfriend and his teammate do whatever this is. George wraps his arm around Lewis’ shoulder, mimicking the older man’s movement, and the F1 media pounce, snapping picture after picture.

Alex’s face must show some discomfort because George untangles himself from the commotion and makes a beeline for Alex’s side.

“Come on,” He pulls Alex into his side and starts to head towards the strip. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

“Whatever,” Alex grumbles, pouting slightly.

“Alex,” George stops walking, putting his hands on Alex’s shoulders to stop him as well.

“George,” Alex stares at him, challenging whatever George is about to say.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” George pecks him on the cheek.

“Asshole,” Alex flicks him in the head and George pulls away, mock wounded.

They keep walking towards the hotel, hands not quite touching, comfortable silence sweeping over them.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend much time together,” George sighs.

“It’s okay,” Alex squeezes George’s pinky reassuringly.

“I wish it was me and you on the stage.”

“No, you don’t.” Alex shakes his head.

“I do!” George insists. Alex can’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses George is wearing but he knows he’s sincere. George is always sincere. It drives Alex nuts sometimes.

“I would probably spontaneously combust if I was on that stage,” Alex admits.

“True,” George laughs. “Fine, then I want you on that stage with me metaphorically.”

“Me too,” Alex agrees, giving him a soft smile. “But after tonight, it’s just me and you for a few days before Brazil.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” George pulls him to the side and kisses him soundly.

He leaves Alex at the doors to the hotel and Alex watches him go with pride swelling in his chest. George is his. And neither of them would have it any other way.

Another randomized prompt list pick because I really am feeling geolex lately. Hope you enjoyed!

[asafeplaceforus112]

Invincible season 2 episode 2

"oh it's for school"

He shapes like mr potato head

SHE QUIT?!?!?!

I like how the granite is the problem not the slave labour of most historical structures

He better not miss it I swear to god

What are the subscriptions??? They're not matching for some reason

"omg he falcon punched him"

Good for them

Freedom for them I'm so glad

Those aren't that terrible of middle names

XDDDDD the hat joke was funny

Oh that's fun for the title card to be breaking

Her first xDDD

I'm the gay best friend so can't talk shit

Oh that's so cool

"just imagine being able to make cocktails at will and choosing to make beer like goddamn"

XDDDD "Red is Sus" lol he's just a Martian hiding

Wht the fuck is he doinf

What the fuck is happening

Me too bae the autism be like that sometimes

Awwwwwweeee cool lady

Awwweeee this is going to go terribly wrong I can just feel it

"oh her dad died, how sad :]"

You need a rest dude

Awwweee dude

Damn even he's (robot) getting fucked up

"balls" -> you have more than one ball?

Oh nooooooooo

What the fuck is happening

OH SHIT

WAS NOT EXPECTING THST

Damn how sad

I got confused and forgot that he was the Martian, and it was actually him and was like "this is not my stretchy dude ))):"

Damn

If it wasn't for the voices and deaths and stuff it'd be interesting to see a city that's darkness

Oh noooo not the punk rocker ))):

Nightwing has lost it poor ddue

Oh he's robin

It's the spot!!!! I love across the spiderverse

Awwweee his voice ))): he sounded so sad

Oooooowwwwwwwwwww

Has he always had finger gloves???

Oh shit

That was mean

Did Donald die??? I can't remember

-gasp- ohhh nooo

Oh fuck you

Uuugggghhhhhhhhhhhh, he's really that upset about not being the man of the house

XDdd they thought she sound paw patrol

THEYRE ON THE EIFFAL TOWER

XXDDDD

They're in las vegas

"where's her food"

Get her home first please

DONT JUST LEAVE HER THERE

GOOD THANK GOD

Watch out Vilgax is coming

What the fuck??? He has to marry a fish????

That's fucked up

Themmm!!!!! Lizard!!! League!!!!

Ooooohhhh it's the Martian man hunter

XDDDDDDDDD the shape smith xDDD

He's so queer /pos

Why do the fish have tits

Why does she have tits

Good for her, I'm happy for her

"they're not misogynists" ugh trial by combat seems dumb tho

Oh noooo dummy

XD is she selling the house

Ugghhhhh

Fuck him

Fuck him so hard

Get rid of him

Don't unleash a creature onto the sea that's such a mean thung

Oh yeah sysmic would fuck up those dudes thats smart

Damn OH NOOOOOOOOO

The hair physics for under water is cool af

This was totally done so he would realise he's not his father

HE KILLED IT ONE OUNCH???

Oh no he didn't

Ooohhhhhhhhh brooooooooooooooooo

Thats so snart

XDDDDDDD the sound effect xxDdd

Whys he vomitting???

Whys they clone Donald????

Dumb ass motheruckers

Oh he looks normal again

:OOOOO THATS SO FUCKING SAD

Oh fuck you big head

The ducks??? Why???

Awwweee girl

You need therapy

Seeing your mum like that hurts, it hurts so bad, it hurts knowing you can't do anything

It fucking hurts man

Bitch fuck off

He sounds so autistic

Oh no that Martian stuff

Oh no

Oh noiiooooo

Oohhhhh nooooooooooooooo

Where's lizard queen and her son????

"no matter what social media says"

Oh shit

Who the fuck is that????

Is that lizard prince?????

The fuck si thsi

Oh noooooooooooooo

Why is he naked?????

Oh he's not najed

Ooooooh genderverse

[symeraid-s]

2022 Retrospective: TV-Shows/Movies

I didn’t really watch any anime this year, so I took all the anime categories out of this retrospective, because I can’t just talk about Spy x Family and Chainsaw Man. So, instead, here are the 2022 shows/movies I watched quickly reviewed.

Zettai BL Naru Sekai vs Sekai BL Narutakunai ni Otoko/The Man Who Defies the World of BL Season 2

This show still is hilarious. I mean, sure, I was hoping for a bit more romance between Mobu and Kikuchi, because they are adorable, and I ship them so hard. But what we got was still good. The last episode of this season had me rolling in laughter and tears. The confession-scene in this show is one of my favourite BL scenes as of now and I rewatch it regularly. Now I only need a season 3 with some actual romance for Mobu and Kikuchi. Come on, don’t leave me hanging, please.

KinnPorsche the Series

Well, this is the big one. Mannner of Death walked, so that this show could run. Some of the scenes in this show are seriously close to pornographic. I still really enjoyed the show, though there were some moments where I thought that it dropped the plot. Mile and Apo are really great together though, so that doesn’t really matter. The fanfictions of this show are really great, and I hope to add some of my own in this new year (most likely not…). Though one thing that is a massive turn off for me is how the fandom baby meow meows Vegas and shits on Kinn. Like, why is there a “Kinn Apologist” tag? Do I really need to apologise for liking a fictional character who is supposed to be morally grey? No, I will not. Kinn is my favourite character, there, I said it. This show also has Jeff Satur in it which is always a plus. And this is also probably just the Ingredients fan in me talking, but wasn’t Gameplay supposed to play Porchay? Why isn’t he? I mean, Barcode is great as Porchay, but he and Jeff by far don’t have the same chemistry that Jeff and Gameplay have.

Old Fashioned Cupcake

Yeah, I think this is my favourite show of the year. The writing is amazing, the acting is fantastic, and the characters are great. The only problem I can see, is that there are only five episodes of this wholesome show. It tells you that even if you’re nearing 40 (which is apparently already considered old) you can always find yourself and that it’s never too late. Kouhei Takeda is absolutely stellar in this show. Funny thing about that is that I watched Kamen Rider Build in 2021, after watching Zettai BL 1 and now three of the main riders have starred in BL Shows and I can’t believe it’s a coincidence anymore.

Kei x Yaku

Another BL with Atushiro Inukai, who is on his steady way to become one of my favourite Japanese actors. It’s a mafia drama bromance, leaning more towards the mafia drama than the bromance. It’s basically Kinnporsche, but with more political intrigue and no porn. Well… on screen at least.

The Umbrella Academy Season 3

This whole season could have been solved in one episode if there were some communication. That’s the most I can say about the story. It’s good. I really liked this season. I really liked the Sparrows. Sloane is a cool character and I really liked Sparrow!Ben. He just such a petty gay throughout the entire season and I love it. The rest of the Sparrows were cool, though I would have loved to get some more development for them and not just meet them for three episodes. I’m really looking forward to the final season coming this year.

Sandman

Yes, this show is amazing, what else can I tell you? The characters are great, the writing is great, it’s a good adaption that uses it’s medium to its fullest. I mean, it’s written by Neil Gaiman, what more can we want, am I right?

Wednesday

Maybe Tim Burton is getting back on track. At least somewhat. There are parts of this show I really enjoy. Jenna Ortega is amazing as Wednesday and seeing her energy clash with Enid’s is one of the highlights of this show. They are cute and I ship them, and they should have been together, mostly because the rest of her love interests are boring guys. I really can’t imagine Wednesday with any guy. Or girl for that matter. I always thought she was Ace. But yeah, make them lesbians, Netflix. I also really like the aesthetic of this show. Though there is one aspect that I just can’t get behind: The rest of the Addams Family. Morticia as a character is fine, though she should have been played by Christina Ricci, it would have been a great nod. My problem mainly lies with Gomez. And no, it’s not because he’s not conventionally attractive. He’s just so slimy and pathetic and that’s not Gomez at all. He needs to be charming. Also, the Addams are not bad parents.

Usogui

I watched this movie on a 14-hour plane ride from Costa Rica back home, when I was unable to sleep. And for what it was, I really enjoyed it. When I got home, I googled the movie and found out it was a live action adaption of a manga. It didn’t dim my enjoyment. I watched the movie again with my sister just for this review and I have to say: For what it is, it’s not bad. It does condense about 100 chapters into two hours, so a lot of stuff gets lost. But, and this is something I can always kind off appreciate about Live Action Adaptions (except Death Note): Most of the time, they get you interested in the source material. I started reading the manga after watching the movie and I do not regret it. The manga is absolutely fantastic. Madarame Baku is one of my new favourite characters. And Ryusei Yokohama is a great actor to play him.