#Sebastian Top 10 arguments

[4ever2000lover]

arguing with Sebastian be like

[jecksaa]

He Tried His Best

Idea: This is purely because @slytherizz disrespected me earlier today. So I wrote Leander smut just for her! But i hope you all enjoy this, along with the misery she will feel! Pairing: Leander Prewett x F!MC (Saoirse Ryan - see what I did there) Word: 2.1k Tags: Quidditch Match, It has Smut... I'm not spoiling it, SHE HAS TO READ IT TO FIND OUT! A/N: If we friends, and you disrespect me, you get smut writing for you with your least favourite character. So I hope lessons were learnt today. AND PLEASE MDNI - 18+ ONLY

As Leander got changed into his Quidditch uniform, his hands begun to shake. The nerves becoming overwhelming. No one was sure how Gryffindor managed to pull themselves out of a losing streak and make it to the Final. But here he was. Taking a breath to steady himself, of course they were up against the best team in the school, Slytherin. Imelda made sure her team was top notch, drills daily, she was relentless. And if Leander was honest with himself, he was a bit scared. “Come on, Mate. Time to kick some snake butt!” Garreth clapped him on the back, startling him slightly. “Yeah, right.” Leander grabbed his broom and followed his team mates out of the locker room. They all stood on the pitch, brooms in hand, awaiting orders from Kogawa to take flight. Leander looked over the Slytherin team, Imelda had been captain since Quidditch was reinstated at the start of their six year. She was able to recruit Sebastian for his build, he had only become bigger since training with the strict Slytherin, a terrifying beater for sure. But there was only one person on the team he was truly afraid of, Saoirse Ryan, the new fifth year. Now a seventh year, she was lively, loved getting into arguments, and gods was she the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs framed her face so nicely. Her eyes always looked like the start of a sunset; a tinge of orange flickered around the lightest brown he’d ever seen. Those eyes had been burning a hole into him since they stepped onto the pitch. It was known that she hated him, but he couldn’t help but like her. *whistle blow*

Kogawa altering the two teams to get into position, the atmosphere was heavy, the crowd was loud. Both sides chanting for their houses, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw picking sides and joining in the fun. Gryffindor had been labelled the underdogs this year, Leander wanted to do his best this game, even if they didn’t win. He didn’t want to regret not going all out on his last game ever. He took his spot as Keeper, he scanned the sky, Garreth was on his left, Sebastian was opposing Garreth, he said a small prayer for his teammate. His eyes found Saoirse, the fastest chaser this school had to offer. *siren sound* He watched as everyone took off, becoming a blur. He needed to stay focused, eyes on the chasers. The first couple of Quaffle’s had been easy to stop, ramping up over time as everyone settled into their rhythm. Swaying back and forth on his broom, watching as his teammates fought tooth and nail to stop the Slytherin chasers from getting through, and there she was, Saoirse. She was wicked fast on a broom, Imelda made sure of that. The way she pulled her broom up slightly told Leander she was going for a curve throw; he was thankful that he had watched her closely enough to figure out her tells. Dipping to the right, catching the Quaffle and stopping the 10 points that would have brought them to a draw. He could hear half the crowd cheer for him, it felt nice. It was a close game, 130 points to 140 points, Gryffindors way and it was so close to being over. Everyone was beginning to grow tired, arms sore, and Leander’s chest hurt a bit more than he had expected from using himself as a shield. He could see Imelda and Nellie racing for the snitch, Northcott protecting Brattleby as he scored against Slytherin. Leander just had to hold out a bit longer, stopping another shot taken by Flint. Come on, they were so close.

The sound of Garreth getting hit by a bludger drew his attention away for two seconds longer than it should have, Saoirse seizing her opportunity to take a shot that would finally go through. Leander’s eyes snapping to the Quaffle, diving for the ball. Catching it with his right arm, the momentum throwing him into the goal post. The pain radiated through his body as his ribs connected, taking the wind out of him. “IMELDA REYES HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH, SLYTHERIN HAVE WON.” Kogawa’s voice resonated around the pitch. A flock of green rushed to Imelda, a well-deserved celebration. The Gryffindor players made their way off the pitch, defeated, tired, and sore. Gods, Leander wandered if he had cracked a rib or two. The locker room was quiet, everyone feeling a bit solemn. Leander sunk himself to the bench, hoping the pain would subside before he took to the showers. Getting lost in his own thoughts, he could have played better, but overall, they still would have lost. Pulling his jersey up, his ribs had begun to bruise, traveling towards his back. “Shit Lee, that looks rough.” Garreth said as he dried off his hair “Here, take this.” He passed him a vial full of green liquid. Leander took the potion “Thanks, Gaz.” Downing the contents, feeling the pain subside slightly. He would need to make a visit to Nurse Blainey after a hot shower. His teammates left one by one until it was just Leander left, the pain finally easing he shed his jersey, last time he would wear it. Turning the tap, the water hit the tiled ground. Leander occasionally sticking his hand in to check the temperature. Discarding his pants, he practically threw himself under the water. The scolding relief washing over him, sweat and dirt washed away instantly. The scorching feeling taking away from the throbbing pain that lingered in his ribs. “Leander, you still in here?” A familiar voice called out for him. “Saoirse?” “Yeah.” Her voice grew closer. “What are you doing in here?” Leander questioned. “Garreth said you were still in here.” Why did it sound like she was on the other side of the shower curtain. “That doesn’t answer my question.” His voice filled with concern. “You hit the post pretty hard, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Saoirse sounded concerned, if only he could see her face. “I’m okay, Gaz gave me one of his wiggenweld potions. Feeling gre-“ Leander winced at the pain that shot through his side, cursing himself for talking with his hands so enthusiastically. His hand grabbed for the pain, hunching slightly. The sound of metal clinking on metal quickly filled his ears, eyes darting to the now opened curtain, blown wide at the sight of Saoirse standing there with a panicked expression. “Are you okay?” She asked. “I-uh…” Leander was unable to string two words together, quickly covering his exposed manhood. Saoirse’s cheeks flushed a similar shade to his uniform, he had never seen her like this. She truly was the most beautiful witch he had ever seen. Her eyes ran over his body, he had never felt more self-conscious before this moment. He could feel himself harden as her gaze ran lower, he was frozen. Her tongue wet her lips gently, parting them slightly. “I have another...ah... potion… if you need it?” The same gaze flickering back to the still prominent bruise on his side. Her hand held the potion towards him. “Umm… can you look the other way…” Leander felt the heat bloom over his entire body. “Of course.” Turning to face away, hand still held out. Leander sheepishly took the vial and quickly downed it before handing it back. “Thank you.” He could already feel the pain fading. She was still standing there, within reach. “Do you need anything else?” He couldn’t wrap his head around why she was still here.

Turning back to face him, cheeks still flushed. “I don’t, but I think you do.” Flashing him a wink, followed by a smirk. Kicking off her shoes, she took a step into the cubical, Leander instinctively stepped back. His back pressed into the cold tiles, unable to escape. Another step closer, Leander threw his hands up in protest. His erection now free from his grasp, eyes shut tight. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked. There was no response, it felt like an eternity of silence. He wandered if she had left, seen his naked body and ran for the hills. He blinked his eyes open slowly, the water running down in front of him, his vision slight obscured. But she was still standing there, her socks soaked through. Her Quidditch uniform slightly damp from the splash back. Her eyes were dark, like they had found her prey. Her lip was pulled between her teeth, biting down gently. Saoirse’s hand reached for the still outstretch arms, pulling him towards her. Stumbling forward, his hands landing on her to catch himself. Her arms extended around Leander’s neck, pushing herself up on her tippy toes. She pulled him to meet her lips, capturing him in a kiss. Her lips felt so soft against his, her fingers scratched at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Leander’s hands gripped at her hips. This felt like a dream, maybe he hit his head instead and he was currently unconscious. If that was the case, he never wanted to wake up again. Her hand trailed down his side, slightly grabbing at the bruise that was still present. Leander winced at the pain, oh… this wasn’t a dream. Saoirse’s fingers danced over his chest, gradually pushing him backwards, breaking the kiss apart. The tiles felt cold against his skin once more, the water drenching her entirely. Her hand pushed the shower head upwards, Leander’s eyes dragged over how the wet uniform clung to her form. Whimpering quietly at the sight, fingernails trailing down his chest, over his abdomen, he could feel his muscles tighten at the touch.

He watched her sink to her knees, running her tongue over her lips as she grasped his length between her hands. He had imagined this scene so many times before, how she would look, feel. Fuck, this was better than anything he could ever conjure himself. Her tongue run up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip as she slightly pulled away. Whimpering louder this time. She was peering up at him, watching his reaction. Her eyes looked like a storm was building at the end of October, that orange glint that danced with the foliage changing between seasons. “F-uck…” Leander’s hands flew to her hair as she took him in her mouth. Completely wrapped around him, her head began to bob ever so gently, swirling her tongue around his leaking tip. One hand slowly jerked his length, the other gripped his thigh, supporting herself. Gods, the sounds she was making made his head spin, humming against his skin. His hands tightened in her hair, sliding between where her ponytail started. Leander pushed slightly, his length dipped deeper into her mouth, she didn’t seem to mind. His head fell back against the tiled wall, desperate moans echoed in the bathroom. He hoped no one came back looking for him. Please, he needed this. Saoirse’s pace picked up, cheeks hollowing as she sucked at him harder. Leander’s hips bucked against her, hands holding her head in place. Her moans vibrated around his length, thrusting deeper, grazing the back of her throat. Her nails dug into his thigh; his groans grew louder. The build up of his release was approaching, his fingers gripped tighter in her hair. Pulling her further onto himself, his hips thrusting quicker. Leander could thank Godric himself for this feeling, her damp swollen lips around his cock felt like heaven. Her muffled moans mixing with his, the sound she made every time his cock hit the back of her throat. Small praises left his lips, a numbness spread throughout his body, it sent a tingle up his spine. “Yes, fuck- yes!” His grip was relentless, forcing his entire length inside her mouth. Her eyes watered as his release coated her throat. Holding her there for a second longer than he should of, she pushed at his thighs. Releasing his grip, she broke away from his cock. Chest heaving as her breath caught up to her. “Fucking hell, Leander. A warning would have been nice.” Rising from her knees, her voice sounded cross with him but her lips pulled into a smirk. “Sorry… it just felt really good.” His voice a little meek, an octave lower than normal. “Well, you can consider that my apology then. It was partially my fault you hurt yourself.” “Oh, well then… Apology accepted.” The noise that left Saoirse caught Leander off guard, he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her laugh before. It was a sound he would like to hear more of.

[camp-queer-and-there]

lucille my old hag can you hit that

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[herohimbowhore]

All Formula One Race Winners

The general state of Formula One fan spaces has been hellish, to say the least. It is a cesspool of hate for drivers, hate for fans who just want to watch their driver, and rumors. While I do generally avoid most of it by heavily curating my feeds and timelines, it has been everywhere and nearly unavoidable. It also led me to revisit my original post of Formula One Race Winners and Where They Won From instead of focusing on my somewhat regularly scheduled F1 history posting.

That post had been a slice of the larger pie and focused on just drivers from this season and drivers that I personally liked to watch. This post delves a little bit deeper into race winners as a whole.

So I spent the weekend going through all 113 Formula One race winners and compiling the following information:

Name (obviously)

Country they raced under

Number of wins

Number of championships

Race starts

Percentage of races won out of their total race starts

I have found what true insanity looks like and it is combing through 113 Wikipedia pages because I was annoyed.

The chart was color-coded for easier viewing.

In the yellow color, we have all the world champions who are no longer racing in Formula One. The three world champions who are still racing in Formula One, they're color-coded in purple. In the pink color, we have all the current Formula One drivers who have not won a world championship. And in white are all the other drivers who no longer race in Formula One and have not won a world championship.

So what does this tell us? It's really hard to win more than one race. 78 drivers out of 113 have won more than one race, which alternatively means 35 drivers have not won more than one race in their entire Formula One career. Or 30.97% of race winners have won one race. It is the highest percentage for any number of wins.

Approximately half of the race winners have won 1 to 4 races (51.31%) with a large bulk of that coming from the 35 drivers that have only won a single race. And while I say only a single race, that is not to discredit their achievement in winning that one race.

Here’s another breakdown of how the difference in number of race wins looks like:

It’s very clear to see that there are a few outliers in the data. The first six to eight data points aren’t a part of that very distinct and stable line of wins. In those top 8, rest some of the most known and well accomplished world champions — Lewis Hamilton, Michael Schumacher, Max Verstappen, Sebastian Vettel, Alain Prost, Ayrton Senna, Fernando Alonso, and Nigel Mansell.

The first non-world champion race winner is 18th on the list with 16 race wins. Stirling Moss is described as the greatest driver to never win the Formula One World Championship.

There is the argument that much of the single race winners were from the USA and the race that they won was the Indy 500. The Indy 500 used to be a part of the calendar during the early years of Formula One and a lot of the European drivers wouldn’t make the journey across the Atlantic due to how much time/money it took. But of the single race winners, only 10 were from the USA.

Richie Ginther — won the 1965 Mexican Grand Prix

Rodger Ward — won the 1959 Indy 500

Jim Rathmann — won the 1960 Indy 500

Johnnie Parsons — won the 1950 Indy 500

Jimmy Bryan — won the 1958 Indy 500

Troy Ruttman — won the 1952 Indy 500

Sam Hanks — won the 1957 Indy 500

Bob Sweikert — won the 1955 Indy 500

Pat Flaherty — won the 1956 Indy 500

Lee Wallard — won the 1951 Indy 500

However, even by excluding the nine drivers from the USA that won just the Indy 500 (which is a difficult race to win), there are still 26 drivers that won just one race which is still the most for any number of race wins.

The following is a list of all 34 Formula One World Championship winners:

The visual representation of race winners based on the number of championships:

Other than no championships, the largest category is 1 championship win with a total of 17 drivers. Since 1950, only 34 drivers have won a world championship because it is difficult to have all the necessary factors come together for the entirety of a season to win a championship. Just as, on a much smaller scale, it is difficult to have all the necessary factors come together throughout a race for a win.

The following chart shows how many drivers have won for each country. The UK, USA, Italy, and France have the most race winners (taking out the 9 USA drivers who won the Indy 500 would put the USA in line with Germany and Brazil).

It should be noted that:

2 out of the 20 race winners from the UK are currently on the grid

The only driver to win from the Netherlands is currently on the grid

2 out of the 14 race winners from France are currently on the grid

The only 2 race winners from Spain are currently on the grid

1 of the 5 race winners from Finland is currently on the grid

1 of the 4 race winners from Australia is currently on the grid

1 of the 2 race winners from Mexico is currently on the grid

The only race winner from Monaco is currently on the grid.

The last data point that I collected was the percentage of races each driver won out of their total race starts.

The top ten based on percentage were:

8 of the 10 names here make sense because they are world champions with a lot of race wins. But 2 names stand out - Lee Wallard and Bill Vukovich. Wallard only started 2 races during his Formula One career and won 1 of those races (the 1951 Indy 500) which got him a 50% win rate. Similarly, Vukovich only entered 5 races during his career and won 2 of them (the 1953 and 1954 Indy 500) which gave him a 40% win rate. Due to this, they were able to rank amongst the top 10 drivers with the highest win percentage.

On the other end are the bottom ten based on percentage:

There is no outlier here like there was with the top ten. All of these drivers won one race and had approximately 100+ race starts. As the number of race starts increased, the win percentage decreased. There is a clear and visible pattern here whereas the top ten does not have that.

In conclusion, winning a race is hard, winning multiple races is hard, winning a championship is hard, and winning multiple champions is hard. We focus so much on how a driver/team can dominate and think that is the norm when based on all the data we have, that is not true at all.

When only 113 drivers out of 775 have won a race in their career and there have only been 34 distinct world champions in almost 75 years, the norm is not the dominance we see with drivers like Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Michael Schumacher, Sebastian Vettel, Alain Prost, etc. It is drivers fighting for their race win, being at the right place at the right time and on the right strategy. There are so many individual factors that have to come together for a driver to win just one race, much less more than one.

[peterparkersnose]

2023 Wrapped (lil late)

(All + is compared from last year, my 'improvement' so to say)

I have 12,482 followers (+10,679)

I have 97 published works (+12)

I have 10 different fan groups I wrote for (+2)

I have 20 characters I wrote for (+2)

Marvel Word Count was 36,982 words (in total)

DC Word Count was 8,400 words (in total)

Star Wars Word Count was 38,675 words (in total) (+12,351)

Stranger Things Word Count was 11,957 words (in total)

Top Gun Maverick Word Count was 5,148 words (in total)

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) Word Count was 6,500 words (in total)

Javier Peña (Narcos) Word Count was 6,200 words (in total) (+1,700)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us) Word Count was 29,200 words (in total) (+27,900)

Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon) Word Count was 8,600 words (in total)

Aegon II Targaryen (House of the Dragon) Word Count was 3,000 words (in total)

Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy) Word Count was 2,800 words (in total)

157,462 words in total. 157,462 (+56,351 words)

Average of 1.6k words per posting. (+500 words)

There are about 70,000 to 120,000 words roughly in any usual book. Landing right in the middle of that statistic warms my heart. (I beat this statistic, woo!)

I started college this year, and I know I've slowed down in posting. Thank you guys for all the continued support and the love you still show to some of my oldest fics. I know I’m not the best writer out there, I’ve read MANY fics this year that beat out mine by a long shot (check some of them out here). Thank you to all my readers, I’m glad you enjoyed my work. To another successful year, hopes for 2024!

My Favorites of the Year

Movie: Saltburn (2023)

Album: INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY (Waterparks)

Man: Ewan Mitchell

Character to write for: Aemond Targaryen

Fan base (everyone is so lovely, it was so hard to choose): House of the Dragon (a trend as we all can see lol)

Fan Base to write for: The Last of Us

Series I wrote: jealousy, jealousy + i fall in love too fast (Joel Miller)

Video Game: Hogwarts Legacy

Least Favorite Character I wrote for: Sebastian Sallow (y'all are haters fr)

Show: House of the Dragon

Favorite Genre: Angst (again)

Least Favorite Genre: Smut (I can enjoy on occasion but I like a good argument vs good sex) (again)

Top Three Stories I Wrote

Spoil (Aemond Targaryen)

I Fall in Love Too Fast (Joel Miller)

Throne (Aegon II Targaryen)

[nothingelsematterswrites]

Rules : 🎶 when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

I got tagged by @tinyweltmeister ages ago and then just...forgot? but I remembered now!

Henceforth, I present, the scrambled egg that is my brain listening to its eclectic collection that makes no sense:

1. Golden Ages (The Ferrari Years) - Schumacher (Original Soundtrack from the Documentary) - because it’s sweeping and perfect and him, and I want to skate to it one day if my back ever unfucks itself

2. Tonight Again - Guy Sebastian - Australia should have won Eurovision with this and no arguments will be entered into on this matter

3. Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen - because I’m a fat bottomed girl bitches and John Deacon’s dirty bass and Brian May’s filthy shredding makes me strut

4. Hermit Gang - elybeatmaker - because I have a semi-secret love of Hermitcraft and this is straight fire

5. I Ain’t Worried - OneRepublic - because I liked this one when I watched Top Gun: Maverick and also now it is inextricably linked with Logan Sargeant in my head.

Tags: @sargeonthecharge, @alblondo23, @f1uckinghell, and anyone else who wants to do it

[gr33nbull]

Aston Martin Sabotaged Seb today and you cannot convince me otherwise. (And Lance)

[elliotts-pocket-crab]

I couldn’t help but notice you mention you do nsfw😈 Could you do the marriage candidates and their positions (top,bottom,switch) and maybe their kinks and/or a couple headcannons about what they’re like in bed? 👉👈 Sorry if that’s a lot to ask

OH HELL YEAH LETS GOOO (and no i was waiting for this ask!!)

Da ladies:

Abigail- top leaning switch (she loves to top and her ego is too big to ask to bottom so she'll only bottom if you make her) she enjoys riding cowgirl with the AMABS and tribing with AFABS the most <3 she definitely dirty talks and is pretty assertive! She likes slow kisses with eye contact ;) definitely into bdsm

Emily- I wouldn't say "top" but maybe "giver" for emily! She loooves to please <3 her favorite thing ever is to give erotic massages, like she's super into it. She also maaaybe likes to be edged a bit ;)

Haley- proudly certified bottom lmao, she always wants u to make the first move, but its always obvious when she's in the mood because she's always like "so.. what do you wanna do?" (See her 10 heart event for an example of that) she lowkey has a kink for public play too. Whisk her away behind a building and get to work'

Leah- she seems like a top to everyone else, but secretly she's a bottom. A power bottom, but a bottom. She's super vocal about what she wants you to do and she will tell you if you're doing it wrong. Dont get discouraged if she tells you, she just likes to be a little bossy <3

Haru- the bottomest bottom to ever bottom in the history of bottoms. She gets pretty flustered every single time too. No matter how long its been, she still gets flustered. Dont be fooled by her cuteness though, if she took the bdsm test (you know the one) her highest percentage would be experimentalist (obviously she doesn't just experiment in her lab, but in the bedroom too)

Penny- do i even need to say it? BOTTOM. She's not exactly a freak on a leash, but she does love some good shower/bath sex (see that heart even in the spa as an example)

Now da guys:

Shane- as much as he wants to say "dont you DARE tell anyone i bottom most of the time", he wont because he LOVES it. Something that gets him going is angry fucking. Like you're in a heated argument about something, its a screaming match and BOOM you grab him by the collar, yank him close and show em who's boss. He'll absolutely be your bottom if you're rough enough. The rougher the better and if you cant do that, he's the top. He wants all the love bites, hate bites, hickeys, whatever u call em. Probably the kinkiest in town tbh, he'll probably try ANYTHING if you can make it hot enough.

Elliot- switch, soft dom, soft bottom, he's just a soft but passionate guy. He loves to give head and satisfy as best as he can. If you have a praise kink, he might be the one for you, because he'll encourage you the whole time whether you're giving or receiving. He's also super vocal with moaning ;) he likes to listen to music while fucking and i think his favorite song to play would be smooth operator by sade

Sebastian- B O T T O M for sureee. He's too shy to initiate sex, he already has to work up the courage to ask for a kiss when he wants it. He's pretty subtle at hiding when he's horny unless you're openly trying to make him horny. He might squirm a little and zone out some, that's how you know he's in the mood, but only if you're paying attention. If you openly get touchy with him, he'll be a tomato in an instant. His usually strong, clear voice will be soft and a little cracky. He's very vocal and he loves praise. He moans, he whimpers. He'll do practically anything you want him to when he's close. Yes he will put on the skirt and cat ears for you. He'll wear the maid outfit if its what you like. As long as you promise not to tell anyone.

Alex- he's a switch. He likes to go with the flow, he's spontaneous, might surprise you when you least expect it or bring it about casually. He likes to have conversation the whole time. He'll make you laugh before he makes you cum. Not a very kinky guy, but he learns quickly about what makes your body feel good. He really likes getting head loll

Sam- bottom, is it surprising? No really, is it? I can't tell. He's a cuddler during sex, before and after and has a thing for anal? Anybody can tell after he gets some because he's 10x bubblier and more energetic. He's a pretty gentle guy and prefers someone who'll be gentle with him too

Harvey- obviously a bottom, but this is where it gets interesting though, cus his type is (sorry i was gonna keep these gender neutral but i just GOTTA SPECIFY HERE) very loud, very aggressive women who know they're the boss. He's a proud bottom everywhere he goes, he goes "yes boss" as a joke when she bosses him around in public but its not a joke in the bedroom. He loves being thrown around like a ragdoll and wouldn't know how to top if he tried, but if you asked he'd do his best

[2centsnobodyasked4]

Teresa VS Rubi

I haven't watched a telenovela since like 2007. I feel like Rebelde was the last one I saw. However, I hold on to a couple of novelas that I thought were outstanding, such as Rubi. With the years, I've come across a lot of talk about 'Teresa' and I wondered why it had the same premise as Rubi. I was slightly intrigued. I learned that the story of Teresa came first back in the day, then Rubi. On social media such as tiktok and youtube, people are always comparing both. I kept saying that obviously Rubi was better because it was the one i watched. So in order to not be THAT biased, i decided to give Teresa a shot. So i just binged the entire novela in a couple of weeks. So here are my 2 cents.

Intro:

Song: La descarada- Reyli

Song: Esa hembra es mala- Gloria Trevi

With the songs alone, I will still have to give it to Rubi's intro song. I feel like it was more seductive and more true to what the novela was going to be about. On the other hand, Teresa's theme song felt like it would be more appropriate for Rubi. Because it was sang from the point of view of the 'betrayed friend'. Although you can argue that the betrayed friend was Luisa and that it would be from her point of view, but that only happened towards the very last episodes, so it wouldn't really make sense for it to summarize the entire novela as Reyli's song did.

Furthermore, I enjoy Rubi's intro more, especially the beginning were is says 'Una obra de ..." it makes it seem fancy and like I'm in for a special treat.

The actress

Barbara Mori vs Angelique Boyer

I know I'm going to sound like a jerk by comparing their physical appearance, but I'm going to do it anyway.

Face

They are obviously both beautiful women, but in MY opinion, Barbara Mori's face is more seductive without even trying. She reminds me so much of Megan Fox. On the other hand, Angelique's face is so youthful that she has to work extra hard and make over the top gestures to act out the seductress role.

Body

Although they both have fantastic bodies, they are very different from each other. Once again, Barbara's body gives off a more sensual and natural look. Even the way she moves is a perfect embodiment of Rubi. Angelique once more has a more youthful small body, and the main thing that makes her 'hot' is her boobs, which look really fake and it doesn't play into the story since she's suppose to be poor. Rubi didn't have much of a chest, but she still managed to appear more naturally seductive. Teresa was just constantly exposing her chest to appear seductive.

Acting

Barbara Mori's acting was excellent. She made me feel like thats how she was in real life. Everything came natural to her. Angelique's acting was all over the place. She really had to OVERACT to put her point across. Everything about the novela in general was overacted actually. Angelique had to do over the top facial expressions to show when she was scheming, when she was talking down to people or when she was in love. She came out looking like a cartoon character as opposed to Barbara that made her character seem like a real person.

Story

I've already made this post way longer than i expected and there's so much more that I want to talk about out so I'm just gonna have to shoot out random points:

Evil

I feel like they were both equally evil. They both were horrible to their families, to the men they loved and to their friends. I can't really make my decision on who was worse. I will hand it to Teresa though that she worked and studied hard to have a degree and was an excellent lawyer. However, I've seen arguments that mention that she was smarter that Rubi and relied on her brains instead of her body to get ahead. But thats not true. Sure she had a degree but she didn't get far because of it at all. She did the EXACT same thing that Rubi did, got ahead with her body provoking a rich guy. Sure she played the long game but at then end she did the same thing, not just with Arturo but with Fernando as well. She seduced him, nothing to do with her brain.

Ending

Rubi's ending was EXCELLENT. It has stayed with me for a long time because we finally have a main character that didn't win at the end. She got what she deserved. She lost the man she loved, she lost all her money which is what she fought the most, she lost her beauty, and she lost her beautiful body. EVERYTHING, and it was just excellent.

Teresa's ending left me baffled. She ended up with the man she loved after everything that she did. People may argue that she changed and felt remorse for what she did, but come on. She didn't even suffer for that long. She only regretted things because she was caught and exposed, otherwise she would've never changed. Also the fact that Arturo came to her after what she did to his sister is disgusting. Sure forgive her for what she did to him, but to his innocent sister? Seriously??? I get it, that they wanted for them to have a happy ending since the actors were dating in real life, but that just makes bad story telling.

Plot

It kind of gave me the impression that Teresa was going to follow a similar plot to Rubi's in the sense that Teresa was going to stay in love with Mariano all the way til the end, and that at some point when Teresa was not going to have any more money, that Mariano would now be super rich and prestigious but would want nothing to do with her like in Rubi. Although that would've been a Rubi copy, it would've been a better route to take. Because then other elements seem pointless. Something that I do admire more from Teresa was the fact that Mariano fell in love with Aurora, because in Rubi, it felt like Alejandro, although he married Maribel, it never seemed like he truly loved her. It was more like he cared for her. So i was so ready for an awesome ending to where Teresa was trying to stop the wedding and be suffering because the love of her life no longer loves her. That would've been so satisfying to watch and Mariano's wedding would also be triumphant because he overcame his temptation....however, that didn't happen. Teresa didn't even care, so it makes the wedding kind of pointless to the story. It really felt like 3 quarters of the novela they were building it up that triumph moment, but instead it felt like they changed the direction of story to fit in the real romance between Angelique and Sebastian. To be honest, Arturo's ending should've been the same as his counterpart role in Rubi.

In Summary. I have a lot more bones to pick with Teresa, but the ones that come to mind, are probably mostly the acting, not just of Angelique but of the cast. I think many of them were new actors or something, but their acting was horrible. I can really tell who was new and who was a veteran. Having said all of this, I DID enjoy watching Teresa. I know it may seem like I'm just hating on it and like I didn't enjoy it, but I really did. The first few episodes were really boring but after a while it was hard for me to stop. In one day I would go through 10 episdoes.....bruh, those are like 10 hours a day dedicated to Teresa. It was intriguing and interesting, especially many of the elements that were different from Rubi, such as her becoming a lawyer and her ways that she helped unmask Ruben.

In conclusion though, I do see Rubi as superior. A superior actress, a superior story and superior ending. Maybe a bit is from nostalgia but I did give Teresa a fair chance. Although entertaining, it was not what I would consider a good novela.

Me das miedo Teresa.

Rubi, tan bella como malvada.

[queen-scribbles]

Fic Writer Meme

tagged by @swtorpadawan

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

247 from fourteen different fandoms. I could bump the number a little if I remembered to crosspost my 7kpp fics xD

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

860,613 holy f*CK man

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

I’m gonna do by hits, bc I know two of the top five by kudos got hit with the stupid kudos bot and aren’t accurate :|

Third Time’s the Charm(PoE), Of Wardens and Pariahs(Dragon Age), Everything(SWtOR), Redux(SWtOR), The Basics(PoE) (you have no idea how much it pleases me that both the SWtOR ones are Tragen/Jaesa :3 my babies deserve it)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 

Oh, yes! I appreciate people taking time to let me know what they think and want to thank them for that. Sometimes it takes me a while to get around to replying, but I try to reply to everything.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? 

Ooof. Few contenders... There’s the Tragen/Jaesa one when she thinks he died on the Wild Space Expedition. Or one of the SebHawke ones for Dragon Age focused on when Astrid actually dies bc I left her in the Fade for HLtA :))) OR Following After, which is Greedfall fic, De Sardet & Constantin, so the angst is baked right there.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? 

Even more contenders here, since fluff is my jam. xD I’m gonna go with a tie between The Honest Truth and Certain as the Sun, both Edér/Charity(OC) fics for Pillars of Eternity, bc one ends with a proposal and cuddling after a long run of Fake Dating/Mutual Pining(YES that was torture for me to write JUST KISS), and the other ends with their wedding, so. :D

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Not really. I’ve done a couple with fictional characters coming to the real world or modern AUs, but the closest I usually come is two protags from the same game sharing a universe (AJ and Kira being Wayhaven flatmates and bffs, Harvey and Trinne both getting recruited in OWaP)

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? 

Not for my writing. I get a few of the backhand “I usually hate Sebastian but he’s cute when you write him :D’ comments on my Sebhawke fics, and and someone once spent half their comment on an OWaP chapter mentioning how they hate Carver bc I gave him a cameo. xD

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Noooo. I’ll do the lead up(Keme/Jorgan are especially fond of that), but I always ftb for the sex and then cut back.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? 

Not as far as I know

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope. (Anyone ever wants to, they’re welcome to, and I’m honored)

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Of Wardens and Pariahs 

13. What’s your all time favourite ship? 

Harvey/Trinne, no contest (I love my other ships an awful lot, but those two are just /clenches fist AAAAAHHHHHHHHH)

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will? 

The Brykar longfic, lmao. I keep saying THIS YEAR I’LL DO IT and then other things come up and I don’t. I still want to write it bc it’s a COOL IDEA but idk if it’ll ever happen

15. What are your writing strengths?

Banter and combat scenes, my beloveds.

16. What are your writing weaknesses? 

Arguments and anything that would give me secondhand embarrassment to write xD

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? 

I used to do it a lot in my Dragon Age stuff, but now I tend more on the side of just doing a word or two that can easily be picked up from context.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Knights of the Old Republic

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to? 

mmmm, I think I’ve written for all fandoms ones I want to. Ships... I’m always adding new ones, lmao 

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

All of them. xD I kid, but I really can’t pick a favorite bc I just love so many of them. I will say Unmerited and Taking Initiative were the first things to pop in my head when I saw the question, and The Honest Truth wasn’t far behind. (I’m also really, really proud of With Undue Malice, since it’s a character study of an OC who is not 100% a Nice Person. Which is what you get with a Ruthless/Colonist Shepard in Mass Effect, I guess)

[thesameasbe4]

Tangled Up in Tuscany

Sebastian Stan showing all of us that he’s really just a normal guy with a nice jaw line. 

It wasn’t my first time in Tuscany, but the last time had been over ten years ago on a high school trip. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite the same experience this time, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. I stepped into the grand entrance of the hotel, doing my best not to look too out of place amidst the fine room and well dressed people. I had not traveled with the rest of the wedding party out of Atlanta, unlike the rest of them, I had a real job and couldn’t just take off three weeks for a luxurious wedding, so I was the last to arrive by about five days. And in that time I had been bombarded by the photos and messages on the bridal party group text of all the extravagant things they had been doing. Touring old churches, wine tasting, eating at the most elegant restaurants. While I was a tad jealous, I also got the impression that doing these things in the company of the other bridesmaids would perhaps detract from the overall experience. So it was what it was.

The door man walked me to the front desk where I shyly greeted the shrewd desk clerk. “Hi, I should have a reservation under LeBlanc.” I spelled it and his rather illustrious eyebrows lifted. “Tu parle francaise?” The man asked.

I smiled a little and shook my head, “Non, je ne parle pas francais, je parle l’anglais.”  

“But it is a French name yes?” He pressed, and I responded in the affirmative. Seeming in better spirits he motioned to a man standing to my left in some kind of negotiation with another clerk. “It seems you two are here for the same event, do you know each other?”

I looked again at the man, he had dark brown hair and a five o’clock shadow covering his strong jaw line. He fit in here, dressed in his well cut European suit and perfectly coiffed hair. Returning my focus to the clerk and straightening my posture, I responded, “Nope, never met him.”

“I think you stole my room,” the gentleman interjected in what I was surprised to hear was an American accent.

I raised an eyebrow in his direction, “Indeed? I have arrived just now, so I don’t know how that can be possible.”

“No look, I think Liz switched the name on the last available room,” he persisted.

“Well I guess you do know the bride then,” I said, noting his casual use of my friend’s name. I replied, “Why would she do that?”

“Look I don’t know, but Joe said there was a room waiting for me here and that was a few days ago.”

I pulled out my phone, planning on giving the bride and groom a call to get this sorted out when the big white numbers on the screen reminded me that it was 3 AM. Sighing, I looked at the clerk, “Are there any more vacant rooms?”

“No madame,” he responded, his voice pinched again like when I first arrived, “that was how we first developed this misunderstanding.”

“I guess that makes sense.” I looked again at the gentleman, “Can you prove you know Liz and Joe?” He reached in to his inside jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He swiped around till he found what he wanted and handed it to me.

“That was two years ago in Prague, we worked a movie together.” My eye swept the screen, finally making out the face of the man that stood before me in a cluster of several other people dressed in period clothing. “Also, Joe is allergic to shellfish, which he learned while in Hawaii only after eating an entire shrimp and pineapple pizza.” I laughed, anyone who knew Joe had heard that story.

“Well, you can bunk in my room tonight if you are desperate, then we can get this all settled at a decent hour tomorrow.” I wiggled my room card at him.

“I don’t wan’t to impose,” he said, suddenly looking concerned.

“Look, you already have. All I want is a hot shower and a few hours of sleep, and this compromise is now the quickest way to getting that.”

Maintaining eye contact with me he worried his lower lip, “okay, I guess.”

So we made our way to the elevator. “And I do really appreciate it,” he said as the elevator started going up, “I hope I wasn’t too rude, I just always have really bad luck in Italy.”

“Well let’s hope this trip breaks the cycle, cause I don’t know that I will get another shot at a Tuscany vacation.” I said stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway, locating our door by the small pile of bags that were waiting for us.

I handed him the key as I gathered my things. “Um, I think we made a very American mistake,” came a voice from inside the room.”

“Huh?” I said confusedly, groaning as I came to stand next to him. The room only had one bed.

…

A string of profanity ambled out of my mouth as I stripped in the bathroom. I had insisted that I didn’t need to be put up in such a nice hotel, especially if Liz was paying for me, but no, she wanted me to be with the rest of the wedding party, she wanted me to get along with her fancy Hollywood friends. So here I was in a swanky ass hotel with a strange man that I had, in my fatigue and delirium, decided to trust.

After several minutes of letting the hot water loosen my back and shoulders I climbed out of the shower and slipped into a pair of leggings and a tank top. “It’s all yours,” I said as I traipsed past the much too small bed on which the stranger was lounging.

“Hey, whats your name?” He asked and I stopped, realizing I hadn’t even thought to ask him his God damned name.

“Michelle,” I said, holding my hand out to him. He grasped it firmly and shook.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Sebastian.”

I fell into a fitful rest quickly after laying down and I didn’t wake up till the sun began to enter the room through the gorgeous doors that let out onto the little balcony. I took a deep breath, finally taking in the fact that I was in Tuscany, for a glamorous wedding, and I didn’t have to pay for any of it. Then I flexed my arms, realizing too late that what I had thought was a pillow last night was actually the hulking form of a man. Shit what did he say his name was? Sebastian. I pulled my arm away from him quickly but the damage was done.

“Morning,” he groaned, sitting up. I replied with a wave of my hand, too embarrassed to speak, hiding my head back in the sheets. I felt the mattress move as he slid off the edge and bustled around the room and then let himself out. Now that the coast was clear I sat up and rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to wake up.  I pulled my hair up into a quick bun then looked around me for my phone. I had sent Liz a string of panicked texts last night about the room situation that she hadn’t replied to till this morning.

Sorry about the confusion. No, Sebastian isn’t a serial killer. Welcome to Tuscany! Meet us in the lobby at 10.

I glanced at the time. It was barely seven. I cursed jet lag as I marched into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I heard the door open while I was in the bathroom and stuck my head out.

Sebastian had returned with a porter, who placed a matching pair of brown leather suitcases in the closet (I guess all of Sebastian’s luggage hadn’t made it here last night)  and then returned wheeling in a cart full of food. My nose perked at the smell of coffee and I hoped he was planning on sharing.

“So Liz finally confirmed that you aren’t a serial killer,” I said, leaning against a wall.

He smiled at me, “Oh, good. Well I just spoke to Joe, he told me the same about you.” I nodded, smiling now. “I got a little worried last night when you had me in a death grip,” he said, winking at me.

I cleared my throat and looked at the ceiling, “yea I’m a hard sleeper, I cannot account for the actions of my subconscious.”  My gaze drifted to the cart with the heavenly smells of coffee wafting from it.

“Compliments of the bride and groom, for the mix up, I think we got in the way of some kind of argument they were having,” Sebastian said, handing me a white mug with cappuccino foam peaking over the brim.

…

It was two days before the wedding and I was beginning to think I should have delayed even longer. Liz had sent me instructions for both Seb and I to “dress casual” for the day which would be mostly wandering town. What I forgot was that casual meant something very different to a common working woman like myself than to the other rich Hollywood people I had to deal with on this trip. After greeting my friend finally and listening to her reassure me that I was not under dressed in my plain dark wash jeans and chunky sweater, I skulked to the back of the group taking in the dozen or so perfectly sculpted bodies adorned with designer heels, leisure jackets and other decidedly not casual ensembles. I had not seen my roommate come down to the lobby but as we headed out I noticed that he was wearing a very modest ensemble of black jeans, polished shoes and a blue denim jacket over a plain green shirt. I tipped my hat to him silently, either he was a normal like me or he was down to earth, either way I was glad to have gotten stuck with him rather than any of the others.

In the town of Sienna I lagged back, finding the group too noisy and attention grabbing. One of the tall skinny women in our party turned and waved at me, beckoning me closer. I took a few long strides to catch up with them.

“Your Liz’s friend that came in last night right?” She asked.

“Yep,” I replied.

“OMG, so your sharing a room with Sebastian then!”

Raising my eyebrows I replied again, “yep.”

“Well, whats he like?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I slept most of the time we were together, I assume he did too,” I offered in a confused tone. Who was this guy?

“But isn’t he so hot?” The woman asked.

“Well I was mostly concerned that he was a murderer when I first met him, I mean, he wasn’t happy and then I wasn’t actually sure he actually was with the wedding party.”

“But you knew who he was, so what did it matter if he was in the wedding party?”

Utterly confused I said, “Wait, who is he? Why should I know him?”

The woman giggled, “Sebastian Stan? He’s an actor in the Avengers franchise? He’s got a huge fan base and is notoriously private.

Okay so I didn’t really know much about those films but I was intrigued now and despite my greatest efforts to pay him no more mind than I had been, I noticed him more the rest of the day. Many of the women in our group would find reasons to stand next to him, they would grab his arm and laugh, or touch his chest. Interestingly, as the afternoon slipped into evening, he seemed to grow visibly agitated with all of the attention. By dinner time he looked like he was barely holding his polite facade together.

We were scheduled to all eat together at a very nice restaurant, however there was some conversation amongst Liz and Joe and our guides and they made a last minute call to eat separately. I was confused by this, the whole trip having felt micro managed up to this point, but I was glad to get away from the group that I felt so apart from and I took off rather than wait around for an explanation. There was a lovely outdoor patio bar down the street from where we were staying, so I leisurely walked that way.

The air was comfortably cool and I tilted my head back to breathe in the smells of the sleepy town as I sipped my wine. This was the kind of night I would have loved to enjoy with Lizzy, but that was before the days when she was famous.

“You must be American,” a voice behind me said. I turned to see two young Italian men standing behind me. As if that was an invitation to join me, they moved to sit in the vacant chairs on either side of me. “So what are you doing in our town?” One of them asked me in a thick accent and placed a hand on my knee, I shivered at how freely he touched me. I crossed my legs, shrugging his hand off of me. They both looked at ease and there were other people around us so it seemed generally safe, but I didn’t feel like doing this tonight. I slid my chair back, stood and walked to the far side of the bar, out of their line of vision. If they followed me I knew I would just have to leave so I steadied myself for that possibility.

It seemed at first like they had lost interest, but about ten minutes later I heard their laughter moving in my direction. But before I decided how to react I felt a warm hand settle on my lower back. “Hey, don’t freak out, It’s just me.” I looked up at the voice speaking into my ear and saw the grey blue eyes of my roommate. “There are two guys that have been staring at you from across the room, I wanted to make sure you knew that.” I nodded at him in thanks. But the men’s voices drew closer still so I turned to face Sebastian.

“Flirt with me,” I said to him.

“What?”

“They have already been bothering me,” I replied trying to keep my eyes on Sebastian and not give the men any reason to come closer. He nodded and moved closer to me so that we were sharing the same space. He kept his hand on my back and the other one combed through my hair. He touched his forehead to mine and laughed. After a second he drew away just enough to look up, scanning the bar for the two men.

I’m gonna kiss you okay?” He said. I gulped and nodded, after I had agreed, he drew my face up to his and very gently touched his lips to mine, leaving them there for a few seconds then breaking away from me. “They’re leaving,” he said and I sighed, though I honestly wasn’t sure if it was in relief or in reaction to the kiss.

…

I sat against the headboard of the bed, my hair drying from the shower and I flipped through the Italian television channels, trying to ignore how strangely domestic it felt to be sharing a hotel room with this person. A man who was apparently a very well known movie star who had recently helped me out of a sticky situation by kissing me. I held a cup of tea in my hands. I was bringing it to my lips when Sebastian emerged from the bathroom a napkin of a towel wrapped around his waist. My hands trembled just enough at the sight of his sculpted torso to spill hot tea all over my lap.

“Fuck,” I said as I stood, pulling the now damp fabric of my leggings away from my skin.

“You okay?” He asked, looking up from rummaging in his bag.

“I’m fine,” I shot back at him, “just put some goddamn pants on,” I muttered. He laughed and I squeezed my eyes shut, “I guess he had heard that,” I thought to myself. He straightened with a wad of clothes triumphantly held aloft then retreated to the bathroom again to change.

“By the way,” I said when he finally came back out, “thanks for the assist there in the bar.”

He winked at me, “Well I’m sure you’d do the same for me,” he said.

“But I haven’t,” I replied, “I have been watching women throw themselves at you all day and I did nothing to save you, “so really, what you did was an unselfish act.”

He walked to his side of the mattress that never felt so small and threw himself down, making the whole frame shake. “Yea, well none of them looked as hostile as those two men.” He shifted so that he was laying on his back distractedly watching the Italian soap opera that I had found. Soon he was breathing steadily with just a very light snore. I smiled and looked down at him. He really was very nice looking. He had well defined features, long eyelashes and full lips. I caught myself biting one of my own lips and rolled my eyes. Deciding that looking at him like this was creepy I switched the tv off and turned the light off, easing down into the sheets.

I was just on the verge of unconsciousness when I felt Sebastian’s arm wrap around my stomach and pull me into him. His body was relaxed but still solid. I hadn’t realized how big he was. I thought for a moment that I should release myself, that it was the right thing to do, but he wouldn’t know I was awake. Maybe I shouldn’t disturb him? He shifted again this time nuzzling his  scratchy chin into the back of my neck, and if I wasn’t mistaken, his lips were pressed up against the back of my ear. Now throughly enjoying his contact I relaxed into him, laying my arm on top of his.

…

Sebastian’s alarm went off at seven the next morning, the day before the ceremony being filled with activities. I groaned at the shrill sound and was startled to realize my voice was muffled by something I was laying on. I moved my head around, trying to get my bearings without opening my eyes yet. It couldn’t be a pillow, it smelled too good and was too solid.

“Morning,” the thing under me said. I stiffened. Apparently I had managed to fully lay the length of my body on top of Sebastian in the course of the night. He was still on his back and his hands were resting on my bottom, my head was nestled into the crook of his neck and my hands were splayed over his chest. Instead of being embarrassed, I found that I really was just comfortable.

“Do we really have to get up?” I whined into his chest.

I felt his rumbling laugh, “Well I don’t really wanna face the wrath of Lizzy if we don’t show up on time,” he said.

“I thought you were my protector?” I said. He patted my bottom a few times and tried to shift me off of him but I wouldn’t budge.

“I’ll bring you up a cappuccino if you let me get up,” he said. With one more groan fit for the stage I let him roll out from under me. He stood over me for a second and I looked up at him with a mock hurt look on my face. And then before I had time to think, he leaned over me, one hand on either side of me and gently brought his lips to mine.

It was brief but lovely.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered in my ear before turning and leaving the room.

Now fully awake I wandered about the room, unsure of what to do with myself. I pulled out of my suitcase the outfit I was planning on wearing today. The “rehearsal dinner” was more of a rehearsal excursion to the countryside complete with a quartet to play classical Italian music and a wait staff serving Prosecco all day. Lizzy had said to wear “cocktail casual” but I had no idea what the hell that meant. I had settled on a dark burgundy romper. The neckline was a low v and the straps criss-crossed in the back. I laid it out on the bed and was still assessing it when Sebastian returned, a tray of coffee in his hands. Intoxicated by the smell I lifted one of the steaming cups off of the tray and retreated to the small balcony. The morning was cool and the view overlooked the mediterranean rooftops of the little town. I breathed deeply the crisp air and the fragrant coffee.

Sensing his presence behind me I spoke up, “I never would have imagined that visiting a place this beautiful would be such a headache.”

He came to stand next to me. Leaning forward so that his arms rested on the edge of the balcony, the entire side of his body made contact with mine. The heat radiating from him was soothing.

“It is beautiful here,” he said, looking at me, not the view. “Why is this trip so hard for you?”

I sighed, “I guess it’s not. I’m just being dramatic. I knew Liz way before she was famous. She and I had always talked about coming to Italy, about hiking and living close to nature. And this- this trip just shows how we have changed, thats all,” I said giving up. “And I hate all of her new friends.”

Sebastian laughed, “Well I’m gland that I’m Joe’s friend then.” I turned my head to look at him and he winked. Then he straightened up and pulled me into him, “is this okay?” He asked into my ear. I nodded silently, my stomach churning. “Well I think all her friends are jealous of you,” he continued to whisper in my ear, “know why?” I shook my head smiling a little as his words tickled my ear, “because they all want the natural grace and beauty that you have.”  

I moved to face him, his large muscled body trapping me against the balcony rail. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. He lowered his mouth to my neck as he pulled me closer to him. “Do you promise to come save me today if all those women don’t leave me alone?” He asked into my neck.

I squirmed at the sensation of his breath on me. “Of course Boo,” I said, patting his bottom in a playfully condescending voice.

He raised an eyebrow, “I think I like being your Boo,” he said moving from my neck to my lips, biting my lower lip playfully.

“Yea?” I replied.

“Mmmh,” was all he said.  

“Then as my Boo would you please explain to me what the hell ‘cocktail casual’ means?”

…

After a bit of debate, Sebastian had convinced me that my choice of attire was perfect and he just so happened to have a shirt that matched my outfit, so we arrived in the lobby in plenty of time to meet the rest of the group. Unsurprisingly, I did stand out, most of the women wearing very short dresses and tottering on stilettos, however, when I considered that the alternative was having to wear a short skirt and heels all day, I decided I was happy with my ensemble.

We were ushered into a small bus that would drive us out into the countryside. The inside was nice, but Italians have a very different sense of space than Americans, as demonstrated by the very small seats. Because I had dressed for comfort, I was better able to maneuver my way to the back seat, so I found myself wedged into the very back corner of the van seated next to one of the men in the party who was a talent manager or something and wouldn’t shut up about all the famous people he worked with.

On top of that Sebastian was two rows in front of me, surrounded by needy looking women who were sitting too close to him and thrusting their scantily covered chests towards him.

Finally the bus stopped at a sprawling villa on the side of a mountain. I was antsy to get out both because of the view and because I was quite nauseous after all of the switchbacks we took to get up here.

The day was average, there were some speeches, a few games, lunch, and then drinks. During all of this I had noticed several footpaths that led into the surrounding countryside. As the group broke up into social clusters I slipped away, making a b-line towards a path that I was hoping would take me along the crest of the mountain to reveal more lovely views.

“Wait Michelle!” A voice called from behind me. I turned to see Sebastian scampering behind me, his jacket discarded and a few buttons undone on his shirt. Catching up to me he stopped, “may I join you?”

We followed the overgrown trail for several minutes, finally the brush gave way to a beautiful bald overlooking a valley that reflected gold and red in the low afternoon sun. I turned to Sebastian and found him looking at me. “What?” I asked.

“I want to kiss you,” he said simply. So I closed the gap between us and my lips met his hungrily. We pressed against each other desperately like we couldn’t get close enough to each other. Our breathing grew heavy and I got the sense that we were both wearing too many clothes, so with all my strength I pulled away from him. He let out a little whine and showed me his puppy dog eyes.

“I think we need to cool off a bit,” I said shakily. “If I take this thing off now then it’s not going back on,” I said gesturing to my romper. Sebastian nodded in defeat and took my hand as we walked back to the group.

…

As the afternoon turned to evening other guests of the the bride and groom arrived and the sweetness of the afternoon faded as my world went on repeat. I watched one woman after another try her luck with the dashing Sebastian Stan while I kept to myself, drinking alone. I wasn’t upset at Sebastian, I wasn’t really sure what to do with our short dalliance, was it just born out of convenience? Is it just something to pass the time on this miserable trip? No, what bothered me was watching the entitlement in the way these women acted. They knew they were beautiful or young or well connected and so they approached with confidence, but had very little to contribute to the conversation, literally “what you see is what you get.”

“Ah,” came a voice from over my shoulder, “you are the friend from Louisiana right? The one who Lizzy grew up with?” I turned to see a nice looking young man in a dark suit standing behind me.

“Who’s asking?” I said.

“Hi, I’m Dan, I’m a friend of Lizzy from LA.” He held out his hand, I took it, and in stepping closer I also noticed the alcohol on his breath and the slight waver in his voice. It had been a while since he was sober.

“Nice to meet you, Dan,” I said. He leaned into me slightly, as if he couldn’t keep his feet under him.

“Hey, do you wanna dance? Lizzy said you are a good da-dancer?” He said, hiccuping.

“Maybe in a bit, big guy,” I said, motioning to a waiter for a bottle of water.

“No, you look like you are here for- for a good time. Lets take this back to- back to my place.” He was too drunk to be intimidating but he was quite tall and I found it difficult to shift his weight away from me. Indeed he was very close to toppling over and taking me with him when suddenly his weight was no longer draped over me. Getting my bearings I looked behind me to see Sebastian helping, if a little roughly, to get Dan into a chair.

I didn’t think much of it, but I was surprised Sebastian had gotten to me so quickly. When some other guys came over to take care of the very sloppy and probably soon to be puking Dan, I turned my attention to Seb. He had moved to stand next to me and wound his arm around my waist protectively. “Thanks for the assist,” I said lightly. To my surprise, Sebastian didn’t think it was funny.

“Why don’t those kind of guys ever know when to stop?” He growled, his hand still firmly at my waist.

I turned to face him. “Hey, I appreciate the Feminist outrage, but I was okay, I didn’t feel intimidated by him like the guys in the bar yesterday.” I put a hand on his chest, waiting for him to slow his breathing. Finally he looked down at me.

“I think I was just jealous of your attention,” he said sheepishly.

“Well why the hell didn’t you come over here sooner, I’ve had to watch women fawn over you all evening,” I said with a little pout.

“But I thought you were gonna come save me.”

“I don’t compete with other women!” I said in a whispered yell, turning my back to him. I avoided him, embarrassed and feeling a little too tender after such a long day. Gently he twisted me back to face him. I didn’t resist, I did want to be with him here, but I couldn’t look him in the eye. Carefully, and slowly he tilted my head up till I held his gaze, then he brushed his lips against mine, holding them there just long enough for chills to run down my body and my breathing to quicken before pulling away. I moaned in frustration.

“You aren’t competing with anyone.” With that taste of drama that actors tend to have naturally, he pulled me into the light, closer to the music, and we danced. It was sensuous and romantic. We stayed close together, his nose buried in the side of my neck, my head laying on his chest as we moved in a slow circle. His hands would stray low sometimes, but I would pull them back up so they rested on my hips, and he would chuckle each time.

As the event wrapped up, we walked back to the vehicles together. And as if we had passed some invisible test, everyone left us alone, letting us sit together and talking around us.

Back at the hotel I paused to chat with Liz while Sebastian helped Joe out with something for the ceremony the next day. “OMG, I knew you two would be good together!” Liz gushed.

“Wait, did you do the room thing on purpose?” I asked.

She looked up at the ceiling, “I will not reveal my tricks, but just know that if you two are still together in a year I am so claiming that I set you up.” I rolled my eyes.

I made my way back to our room but was stopped by one of the pretty blonde women in the wedding party. “You are Lizzie’s friend from back home right?” She asked in a valley girl accent I thought had to be a joke. Thinking she had some scheme about the wedding tomorrow, I told her that, yes, I was her childhood friend. “Then what the hell do you think you are doing flirting with someone like Sebastian Stan?” She demanded, serious outrage in her face. I was startled, not expecting this little outburst.

I looked her over again, her makeup was looking a little fuzzy and I could smell vodka on her breath as she teetered on stilettos and pulled her dress down each time it slipped a little too high up her thighs. Before I could respond she continued, “I mean, look at you. You are at least a size ten, no make up, you are wearing flats for Christ sakes.” She gasped like it was the end of the world. “You have no idea the women who are interested in him. Models, actresses, I heard one of the Kardashians even made a pass at him. This is the big leagues little girl. You need to stay in your lane.” In parting she gave me a little push that I thought was more likely to have her on the floor than me.

I laughed uncomfortably as I made it back to the room. Sebastian was there, sprawled on the bed, his torso bare, a pair of navy joggers seated low on his waist. He looked like a snack. And all of a sudden I could only hear the words of that woman. I must have stood there too long cause Seb spoke up. “What did Liz do? Did she change something at the last minute? You look really distracted.”

“Oh,” I said, “Nothing, she didn’t change anything.” I turned away from him and reached behind my back to undo the top of my romper. Sebastian’s hands grasped mine and put them to my sides as he undid the ties, his fingers lingering on my skin. “Sebastian is this just for tonight?” I asked, biting my lip after the words left my mouth.

“Uh, I guess it can be, why?” He replied, his tone measured. I continued to stand with my back to him, needing the space to say this.

“I- I just don’t know how this would work with you being so mobile. I don’t want you to feel like this has to go beyond this trip.” I cut myself off, feeling like I was whining.

“Actually, I am kinda interested in making this work for a longer time. Where are you from? Louisiana? The long distance thing might be a challenge but I’d like to give it a go.” I gulped loudly, my arms and legs felt weak.

“Are- are you sure?” I pressed, feeling like I was in a dream.

“Have I overstepped?” He responded with a concerned look on his face. I shook my head fiercely.

“No, but why me? All those women who are prettier than me, they get the world you come from, you have so many options.”

I had moved away from him now, feeling exposed as I spoke, but he closed the gap between us. Pulling me into him, he gripped me tightly, protectively.

“I don’t want anyone else. You are intelligent, confident, beautiful. No one else has those things.”

I sank into him and felt a sob escape from my lips. A hand grasped the back of my head and pulled me in tight to his chest. I shook a bit with a few more sobs but he was there with me. When I had calmed down I reached up and kissed him on the jaw.

Stepping away from me, he pulled a shirt on and I made a disappointed noise. Laughing he said, “Why don’t you change into something more comfortable, and we can go to the bar and make people jealous.” Rolling my eyes, I smiled.

…

As we approached the bar Sebastian grasped my hand and intertwined our fingers. There was a small group from the wedding party that was gathered at one end of the bar. One of the guys called us over so we joined them, greeting everyone in the group.  There was one available seat so I took it, Sebastian stood behind me and his hands lingered on my waist and hips. They were meeting to discuss a few last minute requests of the bride and groom, so I listened as attentively as I could with Sebastian’s warm breath tickling the back of my neck. The skinny woman who had trapped me in the hall earlier was staring daggers into us, but I just looked past her to the conversation happening.

After a few more minutes the conversation broke up. I noticed a few men pat Seb on the back as they left, our friend the skinny woman tottered off in a huff. I felt Sebastian shake a little as he chuckled. “That was more fun than I was expecting,” he said.

“Yea whatever, can we pleas go back to the room? It’s time for you to take your shirt off again.”

…

When we got to the room we both stripped to our underwear. We tumbled into the bed together, the playfulness of moments before leaving us quickly as we both let the exhaustion of the day settle in. Instead, we nestled into each other comfortable just to be with one another. I was laying on my back, Seb’s head resting on my chest. He clung to me, arms and legs wrapped tightly around me and thats when I realized we might actually have as shot.

…

It had been a month since the wedding. I sat nervously in the airport gripping my phone and my eyes glued to the arrivals screen above me. Finally I saw the word “arrived” appear in green next to his flight and soon after my phone pinged and it was a text from him saying he was on his way to baggage claim.

And then there he was.

In a tight t-shirt and joggers, his long legs brought him to me in a few quick strides. I brought him in close to me and squeezed him tight. “It’s been too long,” he said.

[zevzevarainai]

and now, YOUR top 10 fav characters? 👀

I'm going to try to avoid using more than one from a single piece of media or else it would be like yakuza and dragon age and thats it.

1. Majima

I feel like I don't have to explain this one anymore. Very deep and well-written character that is easy to misinterpret if you don't think critically.

2. Zevran

My url namesake... Another character that people misinterpret because of how they act on the surface level. People who don't take the time to talk to him or think about him at all think he cares about nothing but seggs, as the tikkytoks say, and is cold-hearted. But oh my gawd could that not be further from the truth. This boy... the most... loyal companion you will ever get and the most loyal lover... also he's fucking hilarious

3. Sebastian SDV

Ok hear me out. I love this bunch of pixels to no end. And you may be thinking, Carly. He's the town emo and he is kind of rude. No you do not understand. This boy is so good. First of all, I relate to him so much, if you held a gun to my head and said pick a kin it would be him. The biggest reason is that he has anxiety/depression, but it presents itself in anger instead of the stereotypical panic/hyperventilating/etc which is how mine is too. His social anxiety/introverted nature is handled SO WELL especially if you romance him; literally tells your character that he doesn't feel anxious around them which is a gigantic compliment when people like him tell you you arent draining to be around... tells you about things that remind him of you!! When you are living together he literally says multiple times that he needs to go do whatever by himself-- which in one bit of dialogue he says "I need to stay independent, even though we're married. That's just how I am. I still love you, though." and also “I may be a reclusive guy, but I'm always happy when you're around.” and “Hey. I couldn't sleep last night so I took a walk to the caves. I found this ...want it? I just have trouble sleeping sometimes, it has nothing to do with you. I love you.” ????? THIS MAN IS SO PRECIOUS also he loves frogs and loves his mom's cooking and says she deserves to be happy listen there is a reason i have written so much him and my farmer fanfic

4. Sera DAI

I've mentioned multiple times that the writers handled her horrendously in the eyes of the main character and some of the companions but god damn the rest of her is *chefs kiss* I, myself, want to marry her, but I do not like her romance. HOWEVER, her friendship is SO GOOD!! I'm going to try not to go into my Sera defense essay, but it's important to note that she is flawed and also very neurodivergent. A big argument against her is that she hates elves, which, kind of, but its not her fault, and she grows as a person to the point in Trespasser when she goes out of her way to make sure a Dalish inquis is mentally/emotionally okay with [SPOILERS]. At the beginning, she's very stubborn and set in her ways but she grows if you let her!! I also love her Red Jenny stuff though she fights for "the little people" and I LOVE THAT!! Even without a romance, she loves her best friend inquisitor so so much!!! Her journal entries are so cute and funny and charming, she also has bits about how much she loves being the inquisitor's friend and the heartbreaking bits in trespasser!! Also she's fucking hilarious. Her VA did such a good job too, her laugh is so authentic. Anyway, if you want the sera defense essay, send me an ask.

5. Enid (OK K.O.)

If you haven't seen this show I highly recommend it and it was such a shame that it got cancelled. It has moments of being serious but its mostly very fun and genuinely hilarious and you can just tell so much love was put into it... anyway Enid is the main girl of the show. One of the things I love most about her is they do not bother trying to make her pretty all the time-- the art style in this show is so goofy and in a lot of cartoons that make wacky expressions they only do it on the boys but not here... she makes the same ridiculous expressions and poses but she is still perceived as very cool and pretty. Also her entire character is just so fun; she's born a witch but she wants to be a ninja and she works in retail, tries to act cool all the time and learns to own the parts of herself she is embarrassed about... i just love her so much and also this show

6. Princess Peach

The champion of being the one the sister/girl cousin has to pick in Mario Party/Kart/etc. but we love to see it. I love her because, as we can see, she is super feminine but (at least in the side games) still does everything the boy characters are doing and is capable of kicking their ass. It would have been very easy for nintendo to not include her because shes too dainty or whatever but she ISN'T and she can HANDLE HERSELF she beats the shit out of people in smash and races karts/motorcycles and is playable in games like 3D world and rabbits and anyway I'm waiting for a sequel to Super Princess Peach in which she has the same moveset as in smash

7. Tali'Zorah

So I'm still mad I couldn't smooch her because kissing an alien is okay but being a homo is too much. But anyway I love her she is so cute and smart and purple, emotionally vulnerable and kicks ass we love to see it

8. Seto Kaiba

Yes this is a serious answer is it heavily influenced by 6-year-old me who was in love with him and made a self-insert oc to marry him? yes but I also made a 50 slide powerpoint for a ppt night my friends and i did with the theme "defend your problematic fave" and that powerpoint presentation was entitled "Seto Kaiba is Deeper Than You Think." He's so emotionally constipated and stupid I love him so much

9. Rapunzel

Yes this is the disney character but i love her ok it is another example of a feminine and kind character still being an extremely strong individual also i relate to her guilt complex

10. Pearl SU

Ok so I do not care about this show as much as I used to but I still really really love Pearl. There was just so much about her that you didn't see in media unless it was villainized... What I like most about her is the stuff that a lot of people had a problem with. She was very flawed, the way she handled her grief was not pretty, her jealousy was enormous but she still swallowed it to take care of the people she loved, her thought process was so interesting and different, just. So well written. I also relate to her a ton. And finally, big nose we love to see it.

Honorable mentions that are mostly down here because i did not want to repeat the same source of media: Kiryu, Makoto Makimura, Penny (sdv), Entrapta (she ra), Daigo, Ichiban, Leliana (dragon age), Fenris (dragon age), Axel (kh), Wei Wuxian (the untamed), Marina and Pearl (splatoon).

[angstysebfan]

PR Stunt Gone Wrong - Chapter 6

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: You are a fellow actress in the MCU, Bucky’s love interest. You met Seb during the CA: WS and you guys hit it off. Chemistry on and off the set, but never dated until after Infinity War. During filming of FATWS, the pandemic caused everything to shut down. Seb offered you to spend quarantine with him, but somewhere along the lines, things go wrong and Seb makes a PR decision.

A/N: I was going to to this in a Bucky story, but then I decided to keep it Seb. With everything going on with Seb over the last several months, I came up with this story in my head. Obviously a lot of this is made up, but it is using what we know Seb has been doing over the last several months.

The beginning of May began with no issues. Occasionally you and Seb would get on each others nerves about one thing or another, but that was usually settled quickly and make up sex became one of your favorites. Throughout the week you would facetime with your family, his mom, and a collection of friends. Right now you were in a group zoom with Sebs closest friends, who have accepted you to the clan throughout the years.

You’re sitting on Seb’s lap as you look at the computer screen that showed Will, Toby, Chase, and Chris Egan. You were all catching up on what’s been happening in your areas of the country or world. You were close with all of Seb’s friends, but the closest with Chase. You both had similar personalities and always called each other your best friends. Seb would laugh it off, but you think he got slightly jealous.

After your Zoom with Seb’s friends, you were on with your friends, who you haven’t spoken in awhile. Seb was in and out of the conversation, which annoyed you slightly, because you sat with him for his friends, but you continued on as normal. When you were finally finished, you turned to look at him as he gazed out the living room window. “Seriously Seb? You couldn’t at least sit here and pretend to be interested in the people in my life?” you ask annoyed. 

He turned to look at you, “They don’t want to talk to me, so why sit there?” he asks. Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, “They would have spoken to you if you sat here next to me! You always do that when I am on with my friends, but I sit with you when you speak with yours,” you accuse. He crosses his arms, “Well my friends are more interesting, and you spend most of your time flirting with Chase that I assume you are fine,” he says. 

You stand up and clench your hands into fists, “Oh my god you jealous, jealous asshole! Are you kidding me? Chase and I are just joking! I don’t even speak to him unless you do, so there is nothing to be jealous of! Is this why you never talk to my friends, you are too busy brooding over me and Chase?” you ask exacerbated. He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the floor. You sigh in frustration.

“Ya know, I can’t--” you are cut off by your phone going off. You check the caller ID and see it’s your mom, so you pick up, “Hey Ma, hold on 1 second,” you say before pulling the phone away. You look at Seb, “Next time I Zoom with my friends, you will sit there with me and be nice. You need to get over this jealousy with Chase, because there is nothing to be jealous of!” you say before you run up the stairs to talk to your mom.

--

Seb sits in the living room thinking about what you said. He knows he was being rude with your friends, but he hates how you and Chase flirt and it always puts him in a mood. He realizes you have been quiet upstairs for awhile, so you must be pissed at him still. He feels his phone vibrate and sees he has a text from his PR agent.

He texts back and forth for awhile, while also texting a friend of his a little bit. After another 1/2 hour he decides to go up and find you. He walks to the bedroom and sees you sitting on the bed crying silently. He runs up and kneels in front of you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” he asks softly. You choke on a sob before throwing your arms around his neck and cry into his neck. He rubs your back to try and calm you down, wondering what could have upset you like this.

When you seem to calm slightly he pulls you back and wipes the tears from your eyes. “Tell me what’s got you so upset. If this is about the Zoom, I’ll make sure I’m not rude next time. I promise,” he says concerned. You shake your head, “No, it’s not that. That was just a stupid argument,” you say sniffing. He continues to look at you sadly, “Then what is it baby? You’re scaring me.”

You start to sob again but manage to say, “Grandma died!” Seb’s eyes widen before pulling you into his arms and allowing you to sob. He lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bed and sits against the headboard with you on his lap. He continues to feel his phone vibrate from his text conversations, but ignores them, as you need him more than them. He keeps whispering, “I’m so sorry. It’s going to be okay. I’m here.” You finally manage to relax in his arms, and fall asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

--

You went home to your moms for the funeral. They were only allowing 10 people, so Seb decided to stay at the apartment. While you were gone he was so bored. He continued to go for runs, write, read, watch movies, but he was missing you. His favorite time of the day was when you would call him or facetime him. He couldn’t wait for you to come back, because being alone sucked. He was busy working on new deals with his agency, and some other things in the works, but he just wanted to be with you.

After 5 days, you walked back into the apartment and Seb wrapped you up in his arms and kissed the hell out of you. “Seb... I don’t want to touch you until I shower,” you say pulling away. Seb picked you up and wrapped your legs around him and walked up the stairs, continuing to kiss you. He walked right into the bathroom and refused to put you down as he turned on the shower before walking right in with your clothes on.

“Seb! My clothes! It’s cold!” you scream wiggling to get out of his arms, but he held you tighter and continued to kiss you making you forget the clothes and water temperature, which improved. It didn’t take long to strip you both of your wet clothes, though Seb refused to put you down. It was the hottest shower sex you both had. When you finished showering you wrapped yourself in a robe and laid next to Seb, your head on his chest.

“I missed you,” he said against the top of your head before placing a kiss. You smiled, “I noticed,” you say giggling, before turning your head to look at him. He kisses your forehead and brushes some hair back smirking at you. You peck his lips, “I missed you too. I wish you were there with me,” you say as your wrap your arm around his torso and nuzzle into his chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

--

Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Jealousy.. always a problem. Poor reader, but Seb somewhat made up for his stupidness with being sweet about everything. Feedback is appreciated.

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[chibimyumi]

I'm not in the Black Butler fandom but I've heard an account on this site say the creator(?) Of black butler is a pedophile and homophobic. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. They might just be trying to make the fandom look bad.

Dear Anon,

What makes this fandom look bad is the fandom itself. I am not sure about other fandoms, but the Kuroshitsuji fandom for one is filled with self-righteous, compulsive liars who make up ‘facts’ to legitimise their own ideas.

To answer your question; no, to the best of our knowledge Toboso Yana is NOT a confirmed pedophile, nor homophobic. Of course one might make a case out of how eroticising and fetishising children or homoromanticism/sexuality is a form of pedophilia/homophobia, but that’s an altogether different can of worms which I refuse to touch.

Lending your ask as opportunity, allow me to compose a small FAQ here.

Kuroshitsuji FAQ

1. Was Kuroshitsuji supposed to be a yaoi?

No. The short version of the answer is as such:

Square Enix does not publish any yaoi or explicit content.

Yana already had her own yaoi/BL associated artist name Yanao Rock. It would be very foolish to start a BL-themed manga using her official artist name Toboso Yana which she is trying to keep separate from Yanao Rock.

The rumour of Kuroshitsuji supposed to have been BL only exists in the Western fandom.

The detailed answer can be found here, here and here.

2. Is Sebaciel canon?

No. For the purpose of marketing Yana has neither confirmed nor denied the truth of this statement, because it obviously sells. But if you study the interaction between the characters, it is clear as day that they would not be romantically interested in one another, because 1. Sebastian does not like slavery, or enjoy dating cattle, and 2. O!Ciel is too traumatised. When push came to shove (in the Emerald Witch Arc) he would not even let Sebas near him.

A thorough analysis of their relationship can be found in this post.

Although Yana has said nothing, Editor K, the second highest authority on this series, has confirmed that there is no affection between master and servant.

“【The foundation of Kuroshitsji no. 16】 The butler is a demon and   competent and loyal. However, there is no affection for his   master. [Sebastian] supports his master in his revenge as a butler, but the nature of the contract is one where he will eat the soul after the completion [of the revenge]. The contract is the only reason [Sebastian]  works so hard, he is a perverted gourmet. #Kuroshitsuji”

3. Is it alright to ship Sebaciel because Yana’s material endorses it?

Does Yana’s material casually portraying murder make murder less severe a problem?

An author is human too, even IF an author thinks of something as acceptable, we as readers need to consider what is right or wrong. Most classic literature/media actively promote sexism, racism, etc.; but it does not mean we should follow those ideas. “[Person] does it, so I can do it too” is Trump’s or a 5 year old’s argumentation style.

4. Is Grell Sutcliff a man or a woman?

Grell Sutcliff is a transgender woman. Besides Grell’s own claims, Yana herself too has confirmed her statement in text.

“Ah, but this time after the completion of the script, I had a request to Grell’s actor Mr. Uehara. “Could you please [play her] as a strong woman”, I said (laughs) In the original comics, Grell does not make an appearance between the Red Butler Arc and the Luxury Liner Arc, and therefore people often think she is useless at her job. So I asked [Mr. Uehara] to please portray her as a career woman in front of her kouhai (younger colleague, aka Ronald)” 【Toboso】

Here is an entire Masterpost on gender in Kuroshitsuji, and here a detailed history of how Yana has been owning up for her mistake of portraying Grell in a problematic manner.

4.5 Did Yana not say Grell is male?

Yana has never said and meant that Grell is a man.

Yana did write on her old blog: “yes, Grell is a man, but has the heart of a maiden” (Toboso, 2010).  That however, was the lack of accurate terminology in Japanese for a transgender woman from a decade ago. Transgender studies have developed entirely differently than within Euro-American discourse. As such, holding Yana’s words from 10 years ago accountable as accurate NOW in the English speaking community would be Euro-Americentrist at best.

5. Is O!Ciel’s real name Astre/Noel/Merde?

No, Yana has confirmed that none of the three main characters’ names (Sebastian, O!Ciel and Undertaker) have been revealed yet. And indeed, Undertaker’s name is therefore also not ‘Adrian Crevan’ as has been claimed often times.

Click here for more details.

6. Is the anime canon?

No, the only part Yana had in the anime were the first few episodes of the first season that were directly based on her manga, and the visual designs of some characters. Yana herself does not even seem to like the anime, let alone consider it ‘part of her canon’. Besides, the anime actively DEFIES her canon.

Click here and here for more details.

7. Is the second musical ‘the Most Beautiful Death in the World’ canon?

No, just like the anime, the only part Yana played in this musical is the visual designs of the characters. The characters however, are written by the Kuromyu creative team.

“RT @toboso_official: When I was watching kuromyu・A Thousand Souls, I really thought: “Eric and Alan are characters I could never have created from scratch…” (No offense meant!) I was responsible for the visual designs, but the characters were born from the writing by Ms. Okada, the directing by Fukuyama-sensei, and finally, by the actors.”【Toboso】 

Click here for the mini masterpost on this musical, and to understand how this musical is homophobic, transphobic, pedophilic on top of defying Yana’s canon.

If there are other things that would belong on this FAQ list, feel free to let me know! I hope this helps.

BUT HONESTLY PEOPLE; STOP MAKING UP CLAIMS!!!!!!!! Sometimes we just don’t know things, and it is alright! If your theory does not have confirmation (yet) or is actively defied, WELL, SUCK IT UP!

[giorno-plays-piano]

Playing games Pairing: dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader Warning: yandere, swearing, some non-con implications towards the end. Words: 2069. P.S. JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE I DONE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON I HOPE NO ONE WHO REALLY MET SEBASTIAN GONNA READ THIS ghjdfyjdfds I’m so sorry guys _____________________________________ “I asked for a vanilla latte with extra milk, not caramel cappuccino.”

You rolled your eyes at his irritated remark. You knew Sebastian wasn’t in his best mood this morning and expected him to make your day nastier just because he felt like it.

“Sorry, but I’m sure it was caramel cappuccino. You asked for some cinnamon on the top, remember?”

“No, I didn’t.” He snarled and looked at you, giving a mocha frappe to Jill, his hair artist. “I asked for a vanilla latte. If you suffer from memory loss, you’d better visit your doctor once we get back to US.”

What an asshole. Mary, who was now applying some makeup on Sebastian’s face with her beauty blenders and brushes, bit down on her lip: she had been watching how he treated you for the last 3 weeks, and it was a living nightmare. It was very odd since Sebastian was on good terms with pretty much everyone around, but you were always an exception. Why? Neither Mary nor Jill could tell. There was nothing revolting in the way you behaved around Mr. Stan, simply doing your job as his assistant. You were getting him coffee every morning, buying some personal stuff for him, managing his meetings… but you were more an errand girl, that’s true. It was surprising for most of the other people surrounding you two, but you didn’t object to your tasks. You were furious because of the way Sebastian treated you.

He was mean, unfair, irritating, and rude. You didn’t deserve it.

“Well, my voice recorder tells I got everything right.” You pulled it from the pocket of your below-knee sheath skirt, ready to press the button.

“What the fuck is that?” The man rose to his feet immediately, almost pushing frozen Mary out of his way and stepping towards you. “How many times do I have to tell you? NO. FUCKING. RECORDERS.”

He was ready to snatch it from your hands, yet you were able dodge him right on time, hiding the recorder in your pocket again.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll put it away!” In a second you were behind Jill’s tall figure as if you were a child hiding from a bad-tempered parent, Sebastian watching you with anger in his cold blue eyes. “I’m not going to use it. But it’s still true, you asked for caramel cappuccino.”

“Guess what? I don’t fucking care.” He growled in a low voice. “You’ll go and get me vanilla latte because it’s your goddamn job. And I want my coffee before Jill’s finished with my hair, understood?”

Watching his with clear disdain on your face, you cursed under your breath. It was freaking hot in Prague where Sebastian was filming now and getting out the second time just to run to Starbucks once more would sure ruin both your makeup and a white blouse you had been wearing. Damn it.

“God, why do you have to be such a bastard most of the time?” You snapped at him, visibly shaking with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you a closet psycho or what?”

“I’m the one who pays you, honey.” He smiled at you the same way he always did it in front of the camera and you felt sick.

You stormed off the room without having a glance back at his perfect white teeth. Sebastian Stan was the worst person you had ever met, and you were working for him, seeing him every day and listening to his orders as if you were his pet. How did it come to this? Why did he look like the most perfect human being to you six months ago? What made him behave like that to you when in reality it was him who offered you a job?

God, it was all messed up. You did not remember when things got so bad you could yell at each other in a full voice. It was actually surprising, someone like you shouting and swearing at one of the world’s most famous actors, but it was something Sebastian let you do. Like he wanted you to scream at him regardless who surrounded you whether it was his makeup artists, agents, cleaning ladies or anyone else. It was like he got off on it.

True, this job payed well, much better than the one you had before. Moreover, in these 6 months you saw more countries than you did in your entire life, travelling with Sebastian everywhere and meeting tons of new people, many of them being great professionals. It was inspiring; it made you dream of all the things you thought were impossible; it made you curious and gave you a chance to practice your networking skills.

But Sebastian was fucking blowing it. After six months of constant everyday battles filled with rage and pure hatred you had gained weight, 10 pounds to be precise. Now you were having problems to sleep, and you knew it wasn’t the jet lag.

Anyway, you spent the whole day running around the city to buy him this or that. In the evening you were so tired you could barely move your legs while Sebastian was clearly pleased seeing you like that. It probably stroked his enormous ego.

Fuck it. You didn’t deserve a minute of it. You were not going to let him ruin you for fun, just because he could it since he payed you. Why did you spend you precious time trying to please him? Sure, you still considered him one of the best actors on the planet, but the things he did to you were not ok. He wasn’t ok. Maybe he really was a psycho or had some disorder he didn’t want to treat, you had no idea. But you knew it couldn’t continue like that. It was too much.

You spent an hour writing an email and asking to be laid off. It was just a few lines, simple and professional, yet you were constantly adding and then erasing new sentences. You shouldn’t make it personal, you thought to yourself. You doubted you could leave on agreeable terms, but you needed to give it a try. Even if your last argument with Mr. Stan might be the worst of them all, it would be your last one. It was worth it.

Sighing, you decided to take a stroll before going to bed. 15 minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? You’d have some fresh air and enjoy the view of Prague’s Powder Gate – you were lucky to stay right in the center of this magnificent old city. You could make some more photos to show your friends once you return back home. It was also nice to just sit on a bench and look at the night sky full of stars.

Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so guilty for leaving Sebastian and your team.

In the end, it took you way more that 15 minutes, but your late-night walk made your thoughts clear and left no regrets about your choice. What was happening between you and Sebastian wasn’t right, and you could do nothing but leave. With so many people wishing to work for him he would get another assistant in a matter of hours, and you would get your life back. Those money you earned would keep you afloat quiet some time even if you wouldn’t be able to get a job right away.

“What is this, Y/N?”

His voice almost made you jump. Sebastian stood up from the chair in the corner of your room once you put on the lights. What the Hell was he doing here so late? How did he open the door? If he needed anything, he could simply give you a call.

Oh. You saw your little black recorder in his hand.

“I told you I won’t use it anymore.” Your jaw clenched.

“I’m not talking about this piece of shit.”

He tossed your recorder on your bed as if he couldn’t care less and moved towards you so fast you had no time to step back.

“What is this pathetic email you wrote?” Sebastian’s handsome face darkened. “Are you not right in the head? You want to leave?”

“Yes, I do. What’s wrong with that?” Your expression hardened. He dared to touch your laptop when you weren’t there. “I thought you’d be glad to know. Today you told me three times I didn’t deserve working for you, correct?”

“You know perfectly well I wasn’t serious.”

“God, I have a hard time telling when you’re serious since all you do is hating me.”

He sent you an icy glare.

“You know I don’t hate you. You just happen to bring the worst in me, dear.”

There he was again. God, were you going to have this argument right now when you were deadly tired? You hoped it could wait till tomorrow, but it was clearly not your luckiest day.

“If you want to blame me again, it’s ok. I’m the worst one. I’m a bad person and a terrible assistant.” You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed again, scratching your forehead. “I get it. What I don’t get is why you aren’t happy I’m leaving.”

“Because I don’t want you to leave. If I really hated you so much, I’d already found another assistant, but I don’t want that.”

“Listen, let’s stop playing our games just for a few minutes.” This conversation made you feel even more exhausted. “We don’t get along. You don’t like me. Why do we torment each other? I don’t even remember the last time we had a regular conversation without shouting and cursing.”

“I’m not playing games with you, dear. You do.” He had already cornered you, his face determined and somewhat unsettling. “What do you want? A raise? More benefits?”

You were ready to yell at him again.

“Did you listen to what I just said? I want to leave. I want to come home and forget about all our horrible fights. I want to have a steady and boring job back in US. Do you understand?”

“NO, I DON’T!” The man screamed at you again, and now you suddenly felt his arms clenching your shoulders painfully and winced from his touch. “I already told you to stop toying with me! After all this shameless flirting and batting your eyes you wanna tell me you’re leaving? Do you think I’m so stupid to believe in this bullshit?”

It took you a few seconds to process his words. What? Flirting? Well, you did consider him handsome and charming, who on Earth didn’t, but you had never pulled anything like that. At first, it was because of your professionalism, and then your relationships escalated so fast you knew that he hated you and you hated him. What Sebastian had been even talking about?

You felt very aware how close he was once you felt his heavy breath on your face. He never did this before.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I want to leave. That’s all.” You tried pushing him back with your hands against his chest. “Please, let me go. I need to… t-to go to the kitchen.”

“You’re going nowhere, dear.” His expression darkened. “Tell me the truth. You don’t want me to treat you like my assistant? I get it, I get it, it’s fine. I can treat you like my girl in front of everyone if that’s what you want.”

“No! I – “

His put his hand on your mouth immediately, leaning in closer.

“It’s ok, I understand. I grew tired of pretending like nothing happens between us, too. You want me to let everyone now? It’s ok. I’ll post our photo on Instagram tomorrow. Is this what you want? Is this what you want?”

You tried to scream, but his grip on you was too strong as if Sebastian was really some kind of super soldier. Desperately trying to wriggle free you only got him to hold you tighter, his soft lips all over your face already wet with tears.

“It’s ok, dear. I got it.” He shushed you, trying to keep your arms together with his hand and pushing his knee in between your legs. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I understand now, so you don’t have to go. You won’t go, will you?”

You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to.

[piratewithvigor]

You said you wanted someone to ask you all of them, so answer all of them :P

Otherwise, please do 3, 9, 12, 39

You know what? Yeah, imma do all of them

And tagging @tantamount-treason who also asked for 3 and 7

Literally all 82 questions answered below

1. Top 3 favorite bands of all time and top 3 favorite bands currently?

All time is loaded, but I'm gonna go with the three classics, Beatles, Kiss and Rush

Current would have to be Journey, Fozzy and assorted wrestling themes, if that counts (I hope they do I listen to them so much)

2. What are some bands you discovered/started listening to this year?

Fozzy and Maneskin are the two main ones, but depending how far back "this year" goes, also Reckless Love and Tuff

3. What are your top 5 favorite songs by your top 5 favorite bands?

I'll go with the 5 I listed in question 1 cause otherwise I'll be listing the 15 that tie

Beatles: In My Life, Please Mr. Postman, Any Time At All, You've Really Got A Hold On Me, Baby It's You

Kiss: Forever, Tomorrow, I Still Love You (Unplugged version), Hard Luck Woman, Come On And Love Me

Rush: The Pass (Rush In Rio version), Resist, Lock And Key, Carve Away The Stone, Red Sector A

Journey: After The Fall, Stone In Love, Wheel In The Sky, Ask The Lonely, I'll Be Alright Without You

Fozzy: Burn Me Out, Sandpaper, Painless, Judas, Drinkin With Jesus

4. Is there an artist that you only like one song by them?

Indeed there is, cause I don't count his being featured on the Dirt Soundtrack, but MGK's I Think I'm Okay is a HELLA vibe sometimes, but really all I like of him.

5. Are you into musicals? If yes, name some of your favorites.

Musical movies, on occasion. Musical theatre, not really. I went to see Hamilton and liked it, but it was more for the experience. My ex was REALLY into musicals, and sang them all the time, so when he dumped me, I've since completely avoided them. But I do have beautiful memories working at Elf: The Musical a few years back. I think I just liked our cast of it, though. Anyone else playing Buddy would have made it not the same at all

6. Musician who’s solo career you like more than their work with their bands?

This may be a bit of a cop-out, but David Bowie. He had a band called Tin Machine in the late 80s that I didn't care much for

7. If you could go back in time to attend any concert, which one would it be?

The greatest dream is to see Led Zeppelin at Earl's Court in 75. Robert was just so pretty

8. What bands did a friend get you into?

Rush, GNR and Motley Crue were all from reading fanfics of people I consider close friends (we've never spoken)

Fozzy, Buddy Holly, Tom Lehrer and Tuff were from cherished friends I've met on tumblr

Paul McCartney's solo music and the Stones were both because of friends I've had in person

9. What decade do you think has the best music?

The 70s by far. By far. No argument, no discussion.

10. What singer do you think has the best voice?

In my opinion, it's currently a three-way tie between Robert Plant, Steve Perry and Geddy Lee. They all have their strengths and weaknesses

11. How has your music taste changed in the last 5 years?

According to the mixtape I made in 2017, I was super into Rush and Aerosmith. Also listened to a lot of Bowie and Alice Cooper with some Dio sprinkled in. I still love them all, but only Rush is really in my currently listening.

12. Your most recent music discovery?

I already liked them for a while, but it wasn't until Christmas that I really got into Maneskin

13. What musician do you think has the best hair?

Robert Plant. His hair is the stuff dreams are made of

14. What musician biographies have you read?

Bios written by musicians are: George Harrison, Paul Stanley, Slash, Duff McKagan, Nikki Sixx, Peter Criss, Ace Frehley, Alice Cooper, Rod Stewart, Shania Twain and The Dirt

I own Sebastian Bach's book as well, but have not read it and the books written about musicians but not by them number over 100. I read 26 over 200 pages long just about the Beatles in 5th grade.

15. Meme songs you love unironically?

Seagulls (Stop It Now), All The Way, All Star, Shreksophone and likely many others. There aren't many meme songs I dislike

16. Are there any songs you like better live than the studio recording?

Plenty. I Still Love You by Kiss, Trampled Underfoot and Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin, Resist, Roll The Bones, The Pass and Earthshine by Rush amongst many others

17. Tell me some unpopular music opinions you have. It could be about a song, an album, a musician, the music industry as a whole, anything.

If I was given the choice between eating nothing but bland mashed potatoes for a year and listening to Baby Hold On by Eddie Money more than twice in a row, I would go with the mashed potatoes. Also every Dragonforce song sounds identical and Megadeth annoys me

18. What band do you own the most merch of?

Kiss by far. It was a multi-year addiction that added up very very fast

19. Do you have any music posters/tapestries/etc?

9 official posters, 2 handmade posters and 2 tapestries

20. How many cds and vinyls do you own?

Hehehehe...... i have no idea. Approximately 256 vinyls and around 500 CDs

21. Do you own any band shirts? If so, what bands are they for?

I've got a good few for Kiss, The Beatles, The Doors, Rush, Zeppelin, Alice Cooper, Paul McCartney, ZZ Top, GNR and Def Leppard

22. What’s your stance on “you shouldn’t wear band shirts if you don’t know the band”?

I actually bought my Def Leppard shirt without knowing much of them or the album. Knew them, but definitely not part of their fandom and have yet to hear the album on it. My problem with it arises when people have no idea that the shirt they're wearing is even a band. Then I get grumpy

23. If you wear band shirts, share a positive experience you’ve had when wearing one.

No one's ever actually noticed me wearing a band shirt. Either positively or negatively

24. If you wear band shirts, share a negative experience you’ve had when wearing one.

See above

25. Who’s someone you like as a musician but not as a person?

Let's be honest, almost every popular musician between the 70s and 80s wasn't a great person. Fame does weird things to a person

26. Who’s someone you like as a person but not as a musician?

That lad in Metallica with the very fluffy hair who looks like he's perpetually either 14 or 16 and owns a bottle of gray hair dye. He seems like he has a very pleasant vibe. However, I do not like Metallica and doubt highly I ever will.

27. Who’s someone you like as both a musician and a person?

Brian May. There are plenty of others, but when I think of a person who I gush about as a person and as a musician with about equal regularity, lil Bri is the one I gush about

28. If you use Spotify, name all the songs on your On Repeat playlist in order.

I do use Spotify, but I pretty much only use it for when I'm out of the house or for music I don't own physical copies of, so it might seem a little weird

Judas - Fozzy

Kiss From A Rose - Dan Avidan

FOR YOUR LOVE - Maneskin

Lucky Man - ELP

Weight Of My World - Fozzy

Keep Your Hands To Yourself - The Georgia Satellites

ZITTI E BUONI - Maneskin

Escape - Journey

Drinkin With Jesus - Fozzy

39 - Queen

LIVIDI SUI GOMITI - Maneskin

Beat It - Fall Out Boy

Three Days In Jail - Fozzy

Mother, Father - Journey

CORALINE - Maneskin

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Burn Me Out - Fozzy

Hitman - WWE

VENT'ANNI - Maneskin

Oh Sherrie - Steve Perry

SOS - Fozzy

Booyaka 619 - WWE

IN NOME DEL PADRE - Maneskin

La Bamba - Ritchie Valens

Painless - Fozzy

Lay It Down - Journey

LA PAURA DEL BUIO - Maneskin

Can't Get This Stuff No More - Van Halen

Running With The Bulls - Fozzy

Fire Woman - The Cult

29. If you use Spotify, name all the songs on your Repeat Rewind playlist in order.

This is the result of over the summer, when I played my beach tunes playlist or my 'one song from each of my vinyls' playlist once a day

After The Fall - Journey

LOVE Machine - Fozzy

In The Summertime - Mungo Jerry

Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys

Home By The Sea - Genesis

Balls To The Wall - Fozzy

Happy Together - The Turtles

Surfin USA - The Beach Boys

California Dreamin - Mamas & The Papas

Nowhere To Run - Fozzy

Wipeout - The Surfaris

Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys

Brand New Me - The Partridge Family

Sandpaper - Fozzy

Blood From A Clone - George Harrison

Barbara Ann - The Beach Boys

Standing Still - Ringo Starr

Undercover Of The Night - Rolling Stones

California Sun - The Rivieras

New Orleans Is Sinking - The Tragically Hip

Jet City Woman - Queensryche

Sitting - Cat Stevens

Surfin Bird - The Trashman

La Mujer Del Pelotero - Clan 537

Viva Las Vegas - Elvis Presley

San Francisco - Scott McKenzie

South Station Blues - Joe Perry Project

Knucklebones - David Lee Roth

Kissing Willie - Jethro Tull

Nobody's Fault But Mine - Led Zeppelin

30. What are some bands you like but hardly ever post or talk about?

I feel like I make a few no-note posts about a lot of bands, so that counts as posting, but is it a post if no one sees it?

Aerosmith, The Doors, Pink Floyd, Tom Petty, Styx and Supertramp would probably have to be the ones I hardly ever mention on here that I consider myself really into, but not yet into the tumblr scene they have

31. What are some bands people would expect you to like but you actually don’t?

What is my brand anymore? I don't know how I'm perceived XD

Creem, I guess. Eric Clapton. Probably U2. Do I seem like a person who would like U2? If I do, tell me why so I can fix that about myself.

32. What are some bands people would expect you to dislike but you actually don’t?

Maybe not dislike, but I know there are a good few that surprise people when I say I do like them. Had my Dad clutching his pearls when I first got into Rammstein. My Supertramp phase weirded people out. Buddy Holly, Tom Lehrer and definitely the Bee Gees. I will assuredly get down and funky with the Bee Gees. Disco, in generally. I fucking love disco

33. A band you used to love but now dislike?

There is not a single band who I've ever loved and now dislike. Not even childhood bands. I was listening to the Wiggles unironically just last week. Closest I could get to that is Ace Frehley's solo career cause my dad and brother love it so much and my mom hates it, so whenever it's played, I'm just waiting for Dad to turn it up too loud, then Mom gets a headache, yells at him, he gets all defensive and gaslighty and then Mom cries and then we end up listening to country music so she stops crying and feels like part of the family.

34. A band you used to dislike but now love?

There's a lot, actually. Rush is the biggest one. Didn't like Rush at all to start with (just didn't like Clockwork Angels because I'd hear the first 3 minutes of Caravan on repeat because of Dad, and decided the whole band must suck). The Who were also a pretty iconic switch (I assumed the whole discography was Baba O'Reilly, which I still fucking despise). The Stones were a far more gradual change but the moral of the story is if my dad or brother overplayed the beginning of a single album for months on end, then stopped, then I re-discovered a different album by the band years later, I end up liking them

35. Top 10 favorite albums of all time?

These are my absolute no-skips, in no particular order:

Into The Great Wide Open - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Live To Win - Paul Stanley

Blondes Have More Fun - Rod Stewart

Grace Under Pressure - Rush

Too Fast For Love - Motley Crue

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

Led Zeppelin IV - Led Zeppelin

Some Girls - Rolling Stones

Escape - Journey

Judas - Fozzy

36. Your least favorite song on your favorite album?

Out of the albums I listed above, the only song I truly dislike is Last Summer by Rod Stewart. But it's placed at the perfect point on the album that it actually works with the rest. Anticipation, in a sense, cause Standing In The Shadows Of Love is next and GOD I love that song

37. An underrated song on your favorite album?

Two of the albums I listed as favourites are completely underrated to start with, but I would HIGHLY encourage y'all to listen to Where Angels Dare by Paul Stanley

38. Top 5 favorite debut albums?

Now this one is in order

Appetite For Destruction - GNR

Emerson, Lake & Palmer - ELP

Teatro D'ira - Maneskin

Pronounced Leh-nerd Skin-nerd - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Too Fast For Love - Motley Crue

39. Top 10 favorite songs of all time?

Eek.

Okay, these will be the 10 that had a deep, significant impact on my life that I can clearly remember being my favourite with no argument possible

Wake Up Screaming - Paul Stanley

Standing In The Shadows Of Love - Rod Stewart

Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Limelight - Rush

Dream On - Aerosmith

Beast Of Burden - Rolling Stones

39 - Queen

Better - GNR

Dreamin - Kiss

Everybody Wants To Rule The World - NSP

40. Record you don’t have but really want?

Nevermind. I have looked EVERYWHERE in EVERY record shop I've been to for the last 6 years. There is never a single copy anywhere and I refuse to buy it online

41. Has anyone ever talked to you about a record you were buying? If so, which one was it?

I had a lovely chat with a guy named Frank who was helping me decide between copies of The Dirt soundtrack. Neither were cheap, but one version had the flaming bottle cover and the other, for slightly more, had a pic of the cast (like 3 bucks extra). He ended up talking me into the cast one cause it was part of the last pressing they were going to make with the pic.

I got home and learned I payed $3 for a sleeve. The bottle was underneath it. Frank duped me. Well played, Frank.

42. Your favorite band biopic?

The Dirt, but it's tough saying so, cause I think I've only watched it all the way through once or twice. I'll usually watch until Nikki starts using and then restart it because after the first time I put myself through the hell that is the second half of The Dirt, I never wanted to do it again.

I also really liked Rocketman, but once again, it hurts me.

Bohemian Rhapsody was okay, but I wanted a lot more of the rest of the band

43. What bands do you want biopics made about?

Alice Cooper could have a wonderful biopic. He has the rise to fame, the fall, the rise again and I think it could just be excellent.

On the other hand, I NEVER want biopics made of Rush (would inevitably end with Neil dying, which would make me want to), Kiss (someone is going to get hurt because there's so much bad blood between current and former members and a lot of unreliable narrators), Led Zeppelin (either they would miscast the band and they would look so wrong or they would perfectly cast the band and I'd be introduced to 4 men who look like that who I have no chance in hell with) or the Stones (simply wouldn't make a good movie)

44. Bands you think are overrated?

Pretty much all the metal bands. I know their fan base is huge, and maybe I just haven't gotten the right vibe, but I don't care at all about Metallica, Megadeth, Anthrax or Iron Maiden. Now Judas Priest is another story.

Oh and the Tragically Hip. Middle aged Canadian men hate it, but it's the truth. They're simply meh (which does not stop me from liking New Orleans Is Sinking)

45. What are some bands you think are hella underrated? If you’re up to it, recommend a few songs!

FOZZY, Y'ALL. YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THEM. I recommend the whole Judas album, plus SOS and Sandpaper

Ninja Sex Party or NSP. Yeah, they have a lot of controversy, but the bulk of that controversy is spread by people who don't understand the concept of groupies. I recommend their cover albums (specifically Volume 3), Cool Patrol, Mansion Party and First Date.

Journey. Y'all think you know Journey, but do you know more than the 6 radio hits? Do you know Lights? I'll Be Alright Without You? After The Fall? Chain Reaction? Ask The Lonely? Likely not. Listen to them.

46. How did you get into your favorite band?

I'll go with the story of how I got into Kiss, which I've likely already told, but will tell again.

Dad bought Kissology Volume 1 when I was a wee thing, 3 or 4 years old. Seeing Gene on the Mike Douglas show scared the shit out of me and I remained terrified through to 2013, when my brother discovered Dad's CD copy of Psycho Circus. He carved the family pumpkin into Gene's face. I was fascinated by the concept of the different personas, but still iffy.

One fine evening of 2013, Dad was watching a countdown on TV of the 80 greatest music videos of the 80s. Olivia Newton John's Physical was one of them. I dug the tune, watched it for myself on Youtube, got recommended a countdown of the best songs of 1984, watched that video religiously, noted the channel had one for every year of the 80s. The 1982 one had Kiss's I Love It Loud. It took a little self-convincing, but I decided to watch the full music video. Got hooked.

That was about the time Dad was teaching and slowly trusting me to use the family record player. Using Alive! as practice, he first taught me to lower the needle safely, then how to flip a disc, how to put away a disc, how to take one out, then the trust to do it unsupervised. By March 2014, I was owning my own records.

47. What’s a band you tried to get into but just couldn’t?

On my life, I have given U2 an honest-to-God try. No matter what I do, I do not like them.

48. What’s a band that fans ruined for you?

Fans tried so hard to wreck NSP for me, but in retaliation, I was one of their top Spotify listeners for 2020. If I had to pick one, I'd say probably WASP, but less ruined and more tainted

49. Is there a band you didn’t like on your first listen, but you did after a few more?

I hardly ever like a band immediately. On first listen, I didn't like Kiss, Styx, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Rolling Stones, Rod Stewart, Robert Plant's solo stuff, Rush, The Who and Alice Cooper

50. What bands in your opinion only have a few good albums?

Queen. Queen has marvelous songs and I love them to death, but collectively as albums, there is a lot of filler.

Rolling Stones have the same problem where there's like 1 iconic song on every record side, but the rest is mostly filler.

ELP. But this is a problem that they just burnt out their fire a little quickly. I haven't listened to Trilogy yet, but to my knowledge, their first four albums were the only ones who were really good (BUT THEY ARE SO GOOD)

51. Is there an artist where you like the entirety of their discography?

Rush. Rush does not have a single bad album. Just albums that are better than others.

Led Zeppelin is fully brilliant from Zeppelin I through Coda.

Sgt. Pepper is a little iffy for me, but The Beatles qualify for liking them all.

Geordie. All five of the albums slap hardcore

52. What’s the most toxic/stressful music fandom you’ve been in?

Late 2020 glam fandom was great but y'all were fucking looney tunes god bless

53. What’s the least toxic/stressful music fandom you’ve been in?

The Tom Petty people. I have never encountered a larger group of beings of pure light than the Tom Petty fandom here

54. Favorite instrumental song?

YYZ by Rush. Followed shortly by La Villa Strangiato by Rush. And then whatever's on the first ELP album cause there's like 2 songs that aren't instrumentals and I listen on vinyl and have no idea where the breaks between songs are, so I have to kind of guess what they're called.

55. What’s a song you think would be better as an instrumental?

Maybe this is cheesy, but Nightmare by Eric Carr. And it feels okay saying that cause it was never given words. It's just Eric mumbling what he has and doo doos to fill the space with what the singer should sound like when there are words.

56. What’s an instrumental song you think would be better if it had lyrics?

I know it's impossible, but my deepest dream would be to live in a world where Eric Carr would have gotten to sing the lyrics for Just Can't Wait that were written for the instrumental after he died.

57. Do you have crushes on any musicians?

Yes. Numerous. I'm talking so many. But as I get older, I don't know the difference between a crush and gender envy. So I'll keep it to just 'yes'.

58. Do your parents have crushes on any musicians?

Listen, my parents have all the sexual gusto of a tube sock filled with baked beans. They hardly like each other. Dad likes Carly Rae Jepsen a weird amount and Mom follows Paul Brandt on Facebook, but that's about it

59. Favorite song lyric?

"I guess it's just my life and I can take it if I wanna but I cannot hide in hills of California because these hills have eyes and I've got paranoia/I hurt myself sometimes; is that too scary for ya?" ~ MGK, I Think I'm OK

60. Favorite music video?

Rosenrot by Rammstein. Hell, all of Rammstein's music videos are cinematically gorgeous, but Rosenrot is the video that actually made me like the song more. Not a lot of videos can do that.

61. Favorite guitar riff?

The opening riff of Parasite by Kiss, but from Ace Frehley's Origins Vol 1. I know it's the same dude doing both and it's the same riff, but god, when Parasite starts, the panties drop

62. Favorite guitar solo?

My blessed nemesis, the Joe Perry Guitar Battle from GH: Aerosmith. I hate it, I love it, I want to hate-fuck Joe Perry for writing it.

63. Favorite bass line?

*gestures vaguely to Geddy Lee* just all of them. I think the one I'm thinking of is in the Rush In Rio YYZ performance, but he has a noodling habit when live, so I can't be sure.

64. Favorite singer?

Right now, voice only, it would have to be Steve Perry.

65. Favorite lead guitarist?

A tie between Jimmy Page, Brian May and Mick Mars. I like my lead guitarists stringy and pale with big black hair and quiet demeanors

66. Favorite rhythm guitarist?

A mite trickier cause so many of my favourite bands only have one guitarist. I would have to say Izzy Stradlin here

67. Favorite guitar duo?

Imma stretch this a smidge and make it a quintet. There is something so unbelievably pure about five guys who play guitars who just wanna make music with each other

68. Favorite bassist?

Geddy Lee, my beloved

69. Favorite drummer?

Neil Peart, John Bonham and Carl Palmer are all the greatest of all time. Each one of them.

70. Favorite 60s song?

Gonna do the next couple questions as the song that gives me the most vibes from that decade cause otherwise I have thousands to pick from and can't do that

In My Life by The Beatles. It makes me weep and swoon and die a little inside

71. Favorite 70s song?

Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin. It causes YEARNING

72. Favorite 80s song?

Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away) by Motley Crue. There is also yearning here. It's just something that happens

73. Favorite 90s song?

Someday I'll Be Saturday Night by Bon Jovi. I truly don't listen to a ton of 90s stuff cause it's around the edge of my cutoff

74. Favorite 2000s song?

Love Is Strong by The Rolling Stones. The stripper vibes are real

75. Favorite 2010s song?

On My Way To Work by Paul McCartney. This was the first album I ever got when it first came out from an artist I really liked, so it's very near and dear to me

76. A song you like that’s in a language you don’t speak?

Since I'm starting to really learn German and getting to understand Rammstein, I'm discounting them. One I've been dying about lately is Coraline by Maneskin

77. A song you like with a name in the title?

Angie by The Rolling Stones. It's the name of my godmother who I haven't seen since the last death in the family in what felt like 2018, and I haven't spoken to since the start of the pandemic. She's the only member of my family who loves me like a parent and I adore her.

78. A song you like with a number in the title?

39 by Queen. The greatest number song

79. A song you like with a color in the title?

This might be a little out of left field, but Little Bit Of Red by Serena Ryder. Fun fact: I heard it for the first time on Kids' CBC because it had red in the title

80. Guilty pleasure songs?

When I'm by myself, there's no such thing. In public, admitting I listen to Rollin by Limp Biskit or American Badass by Kid Rock would definitely count.

81. Favorite movie soundtrack?

Either Tommy or Rocketman. I listened to a lot of Rocketman while I was making Elton, but I also watched Tommy while I was working on him cause the CTV streaming site was the only streaming site not blocked on the school's wifi and Tommy was there in full, ad-free.

82. Cover songs you think are better than the original?

So many early Beatles songs, cause I grew up with them. Specifically Twist And Shout and Please Mr Postman. But also My Heart Will Go On by Dragonforce