#Shine the Spotlight on Me!

[genkinahito]

Kiseki no Ko Yumeno ni Mau, Why Did She Let the Monkeys Loose?, Shine the Spotlight on Me!, tsu., Tetsuya Kumagawa K-BALLET TOKYO “New Production of Kumagawa version Sleeping Beauty” in Cinema, Japanese Film Trailers

Welcome to the second of two trailer posts this week. You can find the first post here. This week, I posted a preview of the Japanese films at the Osaka Asian Film Festival 2024. I’ll be cranking up coverage of that over the next few months as. I hope to review as many as possible and also interview directors, so come back if you want to learn about the latest on the Japanese indie scene. Before…

[cadavercowboy]

Hot Rod

Anonymous said: i need a eddie munson fic where reader is pretty bold. I had a dream where i texted him "i wanna blow you" and he just responded "hot." i need this so bad 😭 Hmmm. *cracks knuckles* Alright, allow me to extrapolate a bit here... Idk why Eddie is a mechanic, it just felt right. I believe he would find this ridiculously hot and would lose his silly little mind if his girl got all confident and cocky about giving him the schlurpy durp.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You send Eddie some dirty texts and he takes full advantage of the opportunity afforded to him.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Sexting. Oral sex (it's sloppy toppy, guys!). Slight degradation. Face-fucking. Cum swallowing.

A/N: Reposting this because I privated the original and tumblr decided to fucking eat it. :-)

He heard the ping of his phone between the high-pitched whirs of Wayne’s pneumatic drill, though he’d ignored it on account of the grimy layer of black grease coating his fingers. Another ping and then a third let him know who it was texting him. A sudden sense of urgency had him ducking out from under the hood of the latest vintage car his uncle had him helping to rebuild so he could reach for the red rag on the workbench to clean his hands just enough to check his messages. The sight of your nickname splashed across the screen had prompted a small smile, but the content of your messages had his jaw falling slack.

“Eddieee…”

“I wanna blow you.”

Short. Sweet. Straight to the point. Eddie had licked his lips, fighting back a groan as he re-read the texts.

“Miss the way you feel in my mouth…wish I could taste you right now.”

The bold statement had caught Eddie off guard. While you’re far from a prude, it wasn’t usual for you to so blatantly express your desires. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he knew a simple text wouldn’t suffice; he needs to give you precisely what you’ve asked for. Still, he couldn’t leave you hanging so he tapped out a lackluster response, knowing he’d make up for it shortly. 

“Hot.”

Eddie had stopped giving a shit about his greasy fingers as he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to come up with an excuse to give Wayne so he could get home to you. Sure, he felt a little guilty about flaking on his uncle, but the constriction in his pants won out over the one which tightened his chest.

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie called hesitantly.

His uncle popped up from his stooped position near the rear wheel of the cherry red Coupe, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m pretty beat,” Eddie lied easily. “Think I’m gonna call it a day, man.”

Wayne nodded as he stood, tossing a rusted bolt into a coffee can already half-full of discarded hardware. He wiped his hands on the stained material of his navy jumpsuit, wondering why his nephew had suddenly decided to pack it up for the night as he checked the dirty face of his watch.

“Alright, kid. I’ll probably be outta here pretty soon, too.”

Relieved that Wayne hadn’t questioned him, Eddie returned his tools to the rack and cleaned up his workspace so as to avoid any reprimanding from his uncle. His phone chirped again and he snuck a quick peek as inconspicuously as possible. He wished he hadn’t.

“Come home and fuck my throat.”

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” Eddie muttered, nearly dropping the device.

Wayne eyed him wordlessly, studying his shaggy-haired nephew as he fumbled with his cellphone and shoved it in his pocket for the second time in the last few minutes. He suspected the jingling electronic had something to do with Eddie’s sudden desire to leave, though he said nothing.

“See you tomorrow, Ed,” Wayne grumbled. “Tell your girl I said hello.”

Eddie’s steps faltered, unsure if his uncle’s words were intentional or if he’s just paranoid. Wayne noticed the hesitation but pretended he didn’t, instead burying his head in the engine of his car to hide his sly smirk. 

And that’s how Eddie ended up racing home to you and making it there in record time.

Though he knew you’d kill him for it, he texted you on the drive; punching the keys haphazardly — volleying his eyes between the road and the screen — to let you know he was on his way. He had every intention of testing to see whether you have the balls to back up what you’ve said and he knows you know that even without him saying so. Still, you pretended not to see his text. You feign ignorance as his booted feet come clamoring through the door.

“Baby?” Eddie calls, his voice nearly as tight as his pants had been the entire ride here.

He rounds the corner and spots you. You’re lounging on the sofa and watching something mindless on the television. You look so pretty dressed in nothing but a tattered Tom Petty tee, your bare legs stretched out and your ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. He’d love to bound across the room and ravish you right there on the worn green cushions, but he’d much rather have you make good on the earlier declarations you had made so confidently.

“Oh, you’re home,” you note with a smile, though your expression immediately darkens as you swing your body off the couch and begin to advance on him. “Finally.”

Eddie doesn’t even have a chance to say hello before you’re falling to your knees in front of him. His mouth drops open in disbelief and his arms raise at his sides; he’s not quite sure what else to do with them as your fingers deftly undo his belt and wrench his zipper down. You shove impatiently at his grease and oil-stained pants, shifting them just enough to get to what you want. There’s something so hot about the fact that you seem unphased that Eddie has come straight from work and hasn’t had a shower yet; his dick stiffens in agreement.

The warmth of your hand surrounds his half-hard erection as you reach under the waistband of his underwear and Eddie groans in bliss. Your texts already have him so torqued up, he fears he won’t last very long. If the jolts of electricity shooting through his body at the mere caress of your fingers are anything to go by, he’ll be lucky if his dick even makes it to your mouth.

“Been wanting this all day,” you purr as your fist pumps Eddie’s length, coaxing him to harden further.

His legs waver when he sees how hungrily you stare at his dick, your desperation written all over your face. Your wide, wet eyes peering up at him makes his cock throb in your hand and you lick your lips. He barely hears what you say when you mutter something about needing to taste him because your comment is lost among the sound of his broken moan as your lips surround his sensitive tip.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie whispers, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “That’s so…s’good.”

You suckle his swollen head, intermittently flicking your tongue across the weeping slit until Eddie’s knees nearly buckle. When you lean in to drag your soft lips further down his length, Eddie comes dangerously close to exploding. A muffled moan escapes you as you taste the heady flavor of Eddie’s skin mingling with his sweat. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally looking down at you again and delving his hands into your hair to guide your movements.

As much as you love when he takes control, you want to make Eddie feel good; specifically, you want him to relax and let you take care of him. Rather than heeding the pressure of his hands, you plunge your head forward and swallow as much of his cock as you comfortably can. 

Your throat constricts and your eyes begin to prickle with tears. The metal teeth of Eddie’s zipper drag along your chin when you widen your jaw to accommodate the size of him. Gently rocking your head side to side, you manage the last inch before Eddie is pulling away from you. He stops when your mouth is midway down his shaft, taking in the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him as his girth stretches your lips wide.

With your best puppy dog eyes and a dissatisfied whine, you silently plead with Eddie to allow you to proceed. You need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, need to bury your nose in the thatch of curls at his base until you’re gagging around him. You want it so badly. 

Eddie shudders when you swirl your tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. Saliva gathers in the corners of your mouth as Eddie sits hot and hard between your parted lips, the slickness beginning to trickle down your chin. Something in Eddie’s gaze shifts in a way that both frightens and thrills you.

“You really want my cock that bad, huh?” he taunts, a hand circling under your jaw to force you to meet his eyes.

You nod your head carefully, your lips sliding against his turgid flesh with the movement. Eddie grunts in response as his thumb brushes along the corner of your mouth to gather some of the spit that leaks out. 

“Why don’t you let me fuck your pretty little mouth then?” he adds. “Just like you said earlier. Bet you didn’t think I’d follow through.”

Eddie’s words are stern but teasing, challenging you to prove that you aren’t all talk. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead shoves his pants and underwear lower, baring his cock and balls and the length of his pale thighs to you. He shifts his feet and brings his other hand to your face, each of his thumbs hooking in either side of your mouth as he pulls out. 

“Look at me,” he commands, waiting until you obey before he continues. “Stick your tongue out.”

The wet flesh brushes against Eddie’s cock when you do, the heaviness of the appendage making your thighs clench. Eddie shoves his digits further into your mouth, tucking them between your teeth so you couldn’t close your mouth even if you wanted to. Saliva dribbles from your gaping mouth and he pushes the solid head of his cock through the moisture before shoving the stiff member back between your lips. 

“You look like such a pretty little slut. Keep your eyes on me and breathe through your nose,” is all the warning Eddie growls before he thrusts his hips forward.

The first press of his hard cockhead against the back of your throat is alarming and you flinch and cough, but Eddie doesn’t relent. He thrusts with steady and smooth strokes, his hefty cock dragging over your tongue and bumping the sensitive spot that makes you gag until tears spill from your eyes. You gag and splutter and each noise only spurs him on, the pathetic sounds earning a grunt of pleasure with each slip and slide of Eddie’s slick cock. 

“Stay just like that,” he snarls behind gritted teeth, making the demand as if you have any choice but to remain in his steadfast hold as he fucks your throat. “Be a good girl and let me use you.”

Just as expected, Eddie can feel his balls tightening with his impending orgasm. Adjusting your position, you brace yourself against Eddie’s forceful thrusts; cupping your hands around the backs of his bare thighs and hugging your body close to his so he can continue to fuck your face with ease.

You’re a mess of tears and drool and damn if he doesn’t wish he could stay here forever. Spit falls in steady globs on your chest, soaking your shirt. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the abundant moisture is going to be ingrained in Eddie’s head for a long, long time. Not to mention the way you whimper as you struggle to take him. 

A buzzing in his ears signals the nearness of his release and Eddie holds his breath as he buries every inch of his pulsing cock in your mouth. The swollen head slips just past the tightness of your esophagus and when the muscles squeeze him, Eddie loses it. 

He begrudgingly pulls back, only for the satisfaction of coating your tongue with the creamy spurts. You sniffle and whine when the warm drops hit your taste buds and fill your mouth. Though you do your best to keep it all contained, Eddie just keeps cumming and the abundant seed overflows and begins to ooze over your lower lip and down your chin. 

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs, fisting his cock and giving it a final shake to dispel the few drops that still seep from the tip. 

Not bothering to fix his disheveled clothes, Eddie crouches in front of you. He studies your soaked face and your full mouth, his cock twitching appreciatively at the debauched sight you make.

“Show me,” he whispers hotly.

You widen your jaw and stick your tongue out, careful not to let a single drop of Eddie’s cum escape. He inhales deeply, satisfied with your obedience and directs you to swallow it all. A shiver courses through you at the heated tone of Eddie’s voice, but you do as he asks. Your tongue peeks out to sweep any remaining spend from your lips, though Eddie beats you to it. 

His large hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in so he can capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The sweet taste of you mingles with his own saltiness and Eddie moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours until you’re breathless. 

“What the hell got into you?” Eddie pants with amusement as he observes you with adoration and surprise.

Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

[xoxoemynn]

anyway after my first failed attempt [checks calendar] 14 years ago, I have finally made an appointment with a therapist, please clap.

[variousqueerthings]

tbh the "male-presenting" comment on doctor who isn't such a big surprise, and kinda does highlight a moment in time rn where in more progressive circles we're still struggling with binary and gender-essentialist assumptions around what we perceive to be "masculinity as something bad" whether it be trans men, non-binary people who don't present femme "enough," intersex people with facial hair and/or other so-called "masculine" features, butches and studs, trans women who "don't pass in the right way" or aren't out, questioning people, and any number of people who exist within gender and sex squiggly spaces, and don't feel welcome because of faux-progressive language constantly trying to redefine who we can exclude and what the oppression hierarchy looks like (women+, women and nb, femmes and thems, afab and amab as shorthand replacing woman and man, male- and female- "presenting", etcetc) rather than actually dismantling/liberating these structures

the ick feeling ive seen a lot of people have with it is neat to see, but it's not a moment that exists in an ignorant vacuum, it very much does echo things we need to be unpacking irl within our own communities and it should lead people to really go into "well what is it about it that comes off as so wrong, especially as the rest of the episode is very trans positive, and are those assumptions things that exist within my own perception of trans equality"?

yeah, hope to see more inclusiveness in the show moving forwards, and also irl moving forwards, because that was a reflection

[averlym]

ghostwriter (their grandma would tell them she'd lose half her soul)

[reactionimagesdaily]

[mint-is-here]

so i was watching lmk s4(still not done, will probably finish it tomorrow but i'm 15 minutes in the special of the season so yay!) and, after knowing more about wukong,i have a much deeper apreetiation for him because i honeslty relate to him.

ok so backstory time but when i was younger, i used to be extremely afraid of death(still am but it almost used ot be a phobia, which honeslty still kinda is(i need therapy)). i wanted to be immortal or at least not be forgotten, so when i died people would still know my name. i wanted to be the greatest so my face wouldt just be another face in a family picture

i was such a normal 7 year old but ANYWAY-

so yeah, i relate to wukong's fear of mortality because of that, and its interesting to see a character with that fear and being able to fight the thing that is suppsed to bring said fear but still not being able to win it. i like how it seems like wukong is not simply power hungry like some people say, but he's mortally afraid(ha) of leavign this world for good. because as much as he is immortal, he always has that uncertainty of 'what if this is not enough?'. so he keeps seeking for more, so he can finally live peacefully with no worries about death, his nor his friends, but in doing so, he sacrified so much. he wasnt able to truly enjoy life like he did before discovering death until he had lost so much and was it worth it in the end? because i belive it will never feel like its enough to him. no matter how many celestial peachers or training or anything he does to gain more immortality, it will never be enough

wukong's fear controls almost every action he takes before the journey and even after that, really shows how much it is part of his life and i want to see him fight that fear and win in the future season, if not others. i guess i just want to see him do it so i can look at my life and see a way to fight it off too:D like 'if he can do it so can i' sort of mentality

[pepperpixel]

Art challenge: color a characters hair without making the parts that should be in shadow / shaded / darker than the rest of the hair a lighter color instead.

Difficulty level: IMPOSSIBLE

[felixisourayofsunshine]

Stray Kids Made History!!!!!

Stray Kids have just made history as the only k-pop group and only group since One Direction to have debuted heir four chartable albums consecutively on No.1 billboard 200.

They are the fastest group all time to do it, beating One Direction with a record of 1 year and 8 months.

Their albums who have helped them achieve this milestone are:

Oddinary

Maxident

5-Star

樂-STAR.

They have once again proved themselves. They continue to climb higher on the hall of fame.

My boys are truly:

Shaking the industry

Quaking reality

Making it iconic.

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

I love Pokemon this is no surprise.

And I love Bug pokemon its my favorite type.

I also love bug boss man.

So yeah forgive me if I feel as if the BUG type was ROBBED! OF GLORY!

what I mean is that I feel like the bug type gets the short end of ths stick when it really doesn't need to be.

For instance case one:

Why was drapion ever given the dark type? I don't care what its pokedex states about personality or the fact that it learns a lot of dark type moves. Either make its pre-evolution dark as well or save us Bug lovers from heartache and just keep it bug please.

Case two:

Why aren't volbeat and illumise bug/electric? (Or bug fire) They are lightning bugs (Fire flies). Nintendo literally went

"Give me a lightning bug pokemon"

"Okay"

"But don't make it bug/electric"

"Not bug/electric?"

"Oh and make syre it doesn't learn any electric moves by level up!"

"No electric moves by level up?!? . Aye YO! Give me a lightning bug pokemon with nothing!"

The fandom: "Nothing?!?

"Nothing!!"

Robbed I tell you ROBBED!

Case three:

Us bug enthusiasts have not only been fucked over

Not once

But twice

TWICE!

They had two opportunities to give us a dragon/bug type and it hurts knowing we've had 9 generations of Pokemon and we still don't have a dragonfly dragon/bug type.

Tell me that these two wouldn't have been the perfect match for a dragonfly dragon/bug Pokemon

Why is flygon and its whole line ground?

Did we really need another bug/flying type?

Don't get me wrong Yanmega is my favorite bug type but it does sting knowing it isn't a dragon type when it literally is a dragonfly!

Case four:

Speaking of missing out

Why don't we have a cool legendary based on a bug or at least has the bug type yet?

I like Genesect but I don't really count it as legendary considering you could have only obtained Genesect through an event.

Its more of a mythical.

There are so many ways a legendary Pokemon to be bug type from lore, to design to awesome new movesets its time for a legendary to show that bug types aren't weak!

Case five:

Now this one isn't a huge deal

But I am still bugged (hehehe) that Kabutos isn't a bug type

I get all fossil Pokemon needing to be part rock duh

But so many people mistake Kabutos for being bug that we forget its actually water.

Now I know that they're based on horseshoe crabs which are found in water

But did kanto need to have both of its fossils be rock/water? I get that a lot of fossils are found in the water so it makes sense that water would be a strong second typing for a lot of fossils but I still wish we had another fossil Pokemon with the bug type besides just the Anorith line.

The water type os already the biggest if not the biggest group of Pokemon.

They're are so many bugs that have been fossilized that would make for cool Pokemon. Its not just dinosaurs and plants and sea creatures. A ton of bugs, huge massive cool bugs were part of ancient times too.

Even google classifies horseshoe crabs as more related to spiders and scorpions!

(Yes I know that spiders and scorpions aren't bugs but many are put into the bug type anyways so yeah!)

Case six:

Why did it take so long to have an easy to obtain Bug/Fire type?

Don't get me wrong Volcarona is a fantastic bug but for many people, including myself, Volcarona is not on many peoples teams because of its difficulty to obtain.

Many people confuse it with being a mythical or a legendary because of it!

In some aspects I think its pretty neat that it has such strong and fascinating lore around it but it just seams disappointing that so many people never get to utilize it during casual teams.

It takes forever to evolve, you can't just obtain it in easy areas (if I recall Volcarona is post game for black and white and Sun and Moon Larvesta can only be caught via a Pokemon calling for it in Lush jungle).

I love centiskorch but again it falls into that "why did it take so long for this to happen" category.

Last case:

The problem with Mega's.

Now this isn't a problem exclusive to the bug type but I am upset with how they handled which Pokemon got mega's overall.

I think mega beedrill, pinsir, scizor, and heracross are dope!

But did so many of them needed to be dragon or become dragon? And why so many kanto and johto only Pokemon?

Again this isn't just a bug type problem as so many types can say the same thing but as much as mega pokemon are a cool concept it's really unfair how so many Pokemon could have been mega's and bug type

Like Yanmega, Flygon, Masquerian, Vespiquen, Drapion, Leavanny, Scoliopede, Crustle, Galvantual, and so many more

And with how GameFreak Handled Mega's beyond X and Y they really wanted to out it to rest too fast.

And it is such a cop out to Make Mega's out to be this terrible thing that hurts Pokemon, by shaming trainers into feeling bad for using Mega's

Like Thanks for basically saying you won't be doing Mega's anymore any hopes for Mega Flygon being Bug Dragon are officially out the window (if they were even going to make Flygons mega bug dragon).

Anyways. .I do love Pokemon but man does it feel like some silly decisions are being made. I still love the bug type with all my heart but so many places and decisions were completely fumbled over the years that makes me want to design my own region with JUST BUG TYPES TO FIX THE DAMN PROBLEMS MYSELF!

[migrainedmarten]

Techland just posted my screenshot on their FB page, no one is safe, pack your shit, we're escaping into wilderness never to be seen again

[takami-takami]

Rules!

It's time to have a chat! I've posted about this before, but I can tell when requests are just intended to be You and not X Reader.

Ask yourself: "is y/n just Me here?" and "Am I requesting an x reader fic for me AND others to enjoy, or am I using the author for my own self fufillment fantasy?"

And if that's the case, please don't send it. I write x reader, not x You Specifically.

Like there is a world of a difference between an ask like:

"What do you think about [situation]", "here's my ideas on this", "can you write [situation]", "I can totally see him do [situation] like awww", or "omg imagine [situation] i'm simping so hard" (these are all great!)

Versus...

"Me and [character] would absolutely [situation]. I just want him to [situation] with me and I'd be so good to him and he sees that, he loves me. I'd respond this way, because i'm a very [trait] person. This is so me and him, because then I would start doing [situation]. So can you write that?" and then blink at me expecting me to write fanfiction based on that ask. That's not y/n, that's just You, and I'm not writing fanfiction of You Specifically. Also you're not talking with me, you're talking at me.

Y/N is all of us and none of us at the same time. Everyone should be able to enjoy the writing! And going forward it is canon in my fics that Keigo is weirded out by anybody who treats me like a request machine for their personal spank bank (sfw or nsfw) and not a person to bounce fun ideas WITH or request ideas from, if that's any disincentive lmao.

Especially if you're gonna word it in a "chop chop, gimme my personalized content, I don't got all day" way. Be nice.

95% of you are incredible and amazing and wonderful, and I don't like paying attention to the vocal minority, but ya know. It is making me feel a bit Dehumanized and Used here.

(This is not about any specific person, ask, comment, or tag, it's a trend. This post has been sitting in my drafts for a long while, since I started this blog actually. And I have posted about it a few months ago.)

[hella1975]

'the final pages of the report include a few interesting details. they note that every hero at the scene explicitely said that no work study students participated in the fight against shigaraki. our part was erased from the record. that denial is the only reference to me, kacchan and todoroki in the entire document' IM SORRY? THE VILLAINS ARE RIGHT DOWN WITH HEROES. DENYING THEIR PART WHILE THEY'RE LITERALLY BEING WHEELED TO HOSPITAL UNCONSCIOUS? WHEN THE FIGHT WOULD HAVE BEEN LOST WITHOUT THEM? WHY DID KIDS NEED TO BE ON THE BATTLEFIELD ANYWAY AND THEN AFTERWARDS WHY ARE YOU MORE CONCERNED ABOUT THE LEGALITY OF IT THAN THE PART THEY PLAYED? i hope you all die

[feliciadraws]

I could be wrong but I don’t think environmental storytelling gets enough attention, like you know when the world and the setting become characters in their own right? And how that feeds into the underlying themes? Yeah that’s the stuff right there 👌

[djsouled]

hmmm assortment of blackstar tags

[hazmatazz]

what is happening on your blog today…. i want grilled cheese now

i'm just talking about my blorbo ma'dam grilled cheese