#all about two decades apart 🥰

[bisexualhairrington]

the holy trinity of "silly little highschool girls go psycho" movies:

heathers (1988)

mean girls (2004)

do revenge (2022)

[neonovember]

Carmen definitely has black cat energy, maybe more akin to something like a stray cat (saying that lovingly) but definitely is more cat boyfriend than dog boyfriend. Have to leave him alone and gain his trust and then he’ll be curious about you, and then won’t leave you alone 🥰😭

this is completely true, carmen is kinda stand-offish and reserved at first and he is horrible at replying and calling you back because let’s face it he doesn’t really know how to communicate properly. but even after all that, all of that distance and reservations you force him to come out.

you drag him to a nice hole in the wall lunch spot, you take him for drinks, and then something just clicks in Carmen. Once he realises you aren’t going to leave him stranded he completely opens himself to you, and don’t try and tell me he wouldn’t be the most clingy mf after 😭 this man is literally a toddler yall!

So why not a little drabble down below? A sneak peak if you will. it’s likes 200 worth of word vomit and there’s allusion to smut to enjoy ;)

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The busy streets of the farmers market spilled into the morning traffic, as Carmen rushes between crowds with two cups of coffee grasped against his chest.

They burned, really fucking bad, probably searing a third degree burn right under his pelvis but god did he not care, his legs ran with the wind behind them as he tried making it back to your shared apartment as quick as possible.

He had only left the warm bed where you lay 10 minutes ago, only after you had thought about ‘how good a coffee would be snuggled up here’ and Carmen had shouldered on a flimsy fleece jacket and his house slippers before racing out of the house to fulfill your request.

He didn’t regret it now, but he could practically feel his skin itch with a desire to feel you against him again. There had been a celebratory dinner of sorts for the beef after it got recognised as Chicago’s up and coming restaurant of the decade. Carmen couldn’t wait till you both made it to your apartment and just took your right there in the backseat of his car that now stood stationary in the parking lot.

Carmen can still taste you on his tongue and now he’s grateful he took a much needed day off to spend it with you.

Opening the apartment door, the smell of melted butter and grease washes over Carmen’s senses. Flipping of his slippers, Carmen past the kitchen, where used dishes lay on the stove top and the ingredients for pancakes lay open.

“Baby? I got our coffee?” Carmen yells out, and when there is no answer a sweat begins to break on Carmen’s forehead.

“H-honey? You there!?” Carmen yells louder, looking through the living room before entering the bedroom with haste.

“I’m right here Carmy, it’s alright” The sweet saccharine melody of your voice pulls Carmen from whatever fear inducing nightmare he fell into.

You’re here, back where your supposed to be. Wrapped around the covers that smelled of the both of you.

“Made us pancakes” You smile, the sun streaming in through the linen curtains so they dusted all over your gorgeous face.

If Carmen could shift his eyes away from you (which he can’t) he would see the pretty tower of pancakes dripping with syrup and berries plated on the bedside table. Hell, if he saw how well done they were you feared the coffee might get thrown across the room and Carmen will drag you up to his face.

“Got us coffee” Carmen whispered, placing them to the side, forgotten as his mind was consumed with feeling you against him.

“Just get in here already” You giggle, before the sheets are thrown to the side and the warmth of Carmen’s body encapsulates you once again.

[boxofbonesfic]

ransom + “You twitch in your sleep. It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” from the sleepy prompts list 🥰✨ dark or not ur choice

Title: Sleaze

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Just a bunch of implications really, Implied Infidelity, Mentions of drunkenness, Ransom being a creep

A/N: i wrote this in twenty minuted hiding my phone under my desk, please excuse any typos 🥲

Your mouth feels dry and cottony, the taste of wine still bitter on your tongue. You shift without opening your eyes, your borrowed gown bunching uncomfortably beneath your hips as you do.

The night returns to you in alcohol soaked flashes; answering your childhood friend’s last minute summons with forced enthusiasm—after all, Louise only seemed to remember you existed when her flakey friends left her high and dry.

“What are you doing right now?!”

This time it was her engagement party, an extravagant affair planned by Louise’s overbearing mother, and her equally overbearing soon-to-be mother-in-law. You had already been in for the night, settled onto your couch with a glass of wine when your phone had gone off.

Louise had begged you to come—her maid of honor and two bridesmaids had both cancelled last minute, leaving her down one scheduled speech and gracious toast. And you’d gone, despite the ugly bitter feeling at not having made it into the bridal party yourself—and really, you’d understood the decision, considering your relationship had devolved into getting coffee once every few months.

You had thrown together a speech on your way over, practicing the padded list of platitudes in the rearview, about the “best friend” who was really just more of an extended acquaintance. She had a dress for you to wear, of course, striking down your department store cocktail dress with the same thinly veiled mixture of pity and disapproval that had caused the distance in the first place. You shrugged it off the way you’d been doing for over a decade—you couldn’t expect someone born with a silver spoon in her mouth to understand the taste of cardboard.

Your head is pounding, and you lift a hand to it, pressing your fingers to your temples. You’d drunk far too much, unsuccessfully drowning the feelings in a sea of red wine and bubbly to chase away the bitterness. How could you not be? You were staring down your third year at the Times, with no articles of your own and too much debt. Meanwhile, you doubted the majority of Louise’s guests—Louise included—had ever actually needed to work.

And then there was her fiancé… You shudder, lifting yourself from the plush pillows beneath you with a groan. You suppose to Louise’s credit, she had a type and stuck to it fairly religiously—assholes. And Ransom Drysdsle didn’t seem to be any different.

You shudder, your disgust re-surfacing at the thought of him. The crafty, shit eating grin on his too-handsome face as he’d brushed up against you for the fiftieth time, the palm of his hand slipping brazenly against your ass through the dress with an exaggerated “Oops”.

Sleazeball.

You groan again as you stand up, the slinky hem of your evening dress pooling at your feet. The heels and purse you’d worn—also courtesy of Louise’s closet—are in a heap at the foot of the bed. The room itself is as unfamiliar as the rest of the estate and boasts the same sort of heedless opulence that you’d noted in the rest of Louise’s fiancé’s sprawling manor; expensive original art, furniture that you suspected was both older and more expensive than anything in your meager apartment.

Through the tall windows the sky is dark, pinks and oranges are just beginning to eat away at the dark edges.

Why am I still here?

Vaguely you can remember being led up the grand staircase as the world shifted with every step, and a voice like smooth honey—

“You sleep it off in here, Sweetness.”

You debate whether or not to take the shoes and purse, considering your own are in the trunk of your car. Which is, of course, valet parked somewhere on the massive property. After a moment of hesitation, you decide to leave them—how far could the car even be?

You remake the bed to the best of your ability before heading for the the intimidatingly large door. You reach for the brassy handle, but to your surprise, it turns without you touching it. You gasp, stepping out of the way as it swings open. Ransom is on the other side, so close you can hardly believe there was a door between you only seconds before.

“Oh—well look at you. Didn’t think you’d be up so early.” You can feel the weight of his gaze as it travels down the line of your exposed throat and shoulders. “You drank like a fish, Sweetness.”

Louise’s fiancé is draped across the doorway like a sleazily suited curtain, his blond hair swept back from his handsome face. He’s still dressed in his party clothes, his expensive suit jacket slung over one shoulder and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Embarrassment thins the smile you force yourself to return.

“I—yeah,” you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry about that.”

“What? No, don’t be,” Ransom shakes his head with a little laugh. The cruel curve of his lips makes it seem mocking, even if it isn’t directed at you. “By the time Lou’s friends are through, the staff is usually pulling heads out of toilets halfway through the night.” You grimace at the mention of Louise’s other friends, the ones who’s absent places you’d been called in to fill.

Ransom doesn’t move, remaining planted in the doorway like an annoying weed. For a moment, you stare at one another, until you clear your throat.

“Well, I guess I’d better—”

“How’d you like my room?” He asks suddenly, cutting you off. “Bed’s pretty comfortable, I think.” It’s something about the way he cocks his head, his lopsided smile spreading once again across his face, that makes you feel like he knows something you don’t. “Well, old room.”

“I, um. It was fine.” You say haltingly. “Comfortable. I’d like to—”

“You know, you’re nicer than Lou’s other friends,” Ransom says slowly, sliding one foot over the threshold and then the other. “I like a nice girl.”

“I should leave.” You say it plainly this time, but he continues to ignore it, like you hadn’t spoken at all. The tightness in your chest grows painful as he kicks the door shut behind him. You’re confused as he begins to work at the pearl buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly as he speaks.

“You twitch in your sleep, you know.” He replies as he lays his jacket over the back of a chair. The diamond cufflinks at his wrists join his blazer as you stare at him in abject horror. “It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

[dearweirdme]

I'm actually kind of shocked there are people who think there have only been a couple of big moments this year, because for me solo era/2023 has been full of big (meaningful) moments. Apart from a handful of exceptions, my reasons for believing list is now mostly moments from the last year. It's been surprising for me in one way because I thought the group going their separate ways would mean Taekook going completely under the radar. But instead there's been more moments that have convinced me they're together this year than I can remember in any other year since I became a Taekooker in 2016...and it's not even close. Which is also NOT surprising when I think about it from the perspective that of course there were going to be lots of moments because for the first time in a decade these two get to live a somewhat normal life for a bit, and not be together for work but because they just want to be. It really made the contrast between Taekook and all other pairings in the group clearer than ever. The Paradise hotel suite, the bowling/snowboarding/musical outings, the live where we know for sure JK was at Tae's place and all the lives since that made even my skeptical ass go "hmmmMMMM!", all of the times the receipts added up to them spending their time together right before trips and immediately after returning, the Dream premiere, showing up late to Yoongi's concert together and leaving together, the matching sweetheart shirts while Tae was in Seoul and Jungkook was in LA (they're insane for this one), Tae working on Layover at Jungkook's house, Tae supporting JK at Inkigayo but for some reason being the ONLY member that was snuck into and out of the building for this purpose, Tae dropping two bombs on us with the info that Jungkook told him to listen to "Oh No Oh Yes" and that he always sings "To Find You" for him, learning that Jungkook really has been brought into Tae's social circle with all of the support he has gotten from Wooga and Tae's high school friends this year, the sweet picture of Tae and Jungkook at the Golden release party looking so blissfully happy together actually had me shaking. This is even leaving a few other things out that I can think of right now, and I know there are some that I'm probably forgetting. Personally, it's been an embarrassment of riches for my Taekook heart.

Hi anon!

Oh same same! I think, while overall we’ve seen Tae and Jk together less (obviously, since members are solo right now), the moments we did get were actually quite big. For the people who look for quantity, it’s probably not been a good year, but those who go for quality.. 🥰

[sim-berry]

Simblr Gratitude: Gameplay Edition

I missed Simblr Gratitude Day because I was so busy with college- I'm sorry!😫I hope it's not too late for me to join in!

This Simblr Gratitude post will be all about gameplays and my personal favorites to binge read over and over again. I will be including Sims 3 and 4 gameplays, but feel free to reblog if you know some great Sims 2 ones as well!

Shoutout to @armoricaroyalty for creating Simblr Gratitude Day and to @simblrpositivity for being such a ray of sunshine in our lovely community💕And here we go!

Sims 3

@thepettymachine you can't discuss TS3 gameplays without mentioning thepettymachine. Her gameplays are pretty, funny, and engaging- I've read through the Osbourne Legacy way too many times🤣

@pixelbots another iconic TS3 simblr. STUNNING pictures, too- I wish my game could look that great! The Zodiac Legacy is also one of my favorite TS3 gameplays.

@muckleberri absolutely beautiful sims and pictures, and awesome gameplay! Definitely check out the Lepacy, Maxim isn't the nicest sim out there but man is he hilarious.

@simspaghetti beautiful gameplay, relatable sims, a super detailed and helpful resources page- what more could you want?

Sims 4

@sojutrait ICONIC. Similar to the Osbournes, I've binge read the Halabi Legacy more times than I can count- Ollie my beloved😍One of the few simblrs out there where I can actually see the sims as real people with distinct personalities!

@akitasimblr two words: Harper. Legacy. One of the best gameplays out there- 11 generations in the main legacy, wow! Ana is also one of the sweetest people on here too, always showing love to everyone including my little blog🤗

@pixelnrd absolutely amazing Decades Challenge. This is another one I've read through many times. Beautiful writing, storylines that make me cry, gorgeous sims.

@cyazurai adorable gameplays and such pretty sims! I'm always a fan of Not So Berry challenges, too😉

@wileyfern pretty and interesting gameplay that keeps you hooked! Definitely read through the Live for Something challenge.

@sammyshuno omg, the Sweet Legacy is one of my favorite gameplays on simblr. I can't get over the bright colors, stunning sims, and storytelling!

@plumdale beautiful gameplay and editing. It's like I'm watching a tv show!

@estah love the Random Legacy- Atlas is one of the prettiest sims I've ever seen!😍

@tulipsimss I've read through the Random Legacy so many times. Her gameplays are just so pleasing to look at and manage to tell interesting stories just through pictures and moodlets (which isn't easy)!

@cinamun trust me, read Things Fall Apart. AMAZING storytelling. You'll be laughing, crying, and wanting to jump through the screen and meet these sims because they feel so real!

Both

@nikatyler one of the best NSB challenges on simblr. Ross, I love you!😍I love how she plays both TS3 and TS4 and adds storytelling too!

@berrysweetboutique read the TS3 story Splash of Color! Iconic, sweet, funny, it has it all, and she even retold the story in Sims 4 as well! I remember reading this story years ago and it definitely inspired my own storytelling skills.

Today is my simblr's 2nd birthday and I couldn't be happier to be on simblr. Everyone is so sweet, talented, and welcoming to newer/smaller blogs like mine and I've already made a few friends! I hope to find many more amazing gameplays in the next year. Thank you all for making simblr a fun place and Happy Holidays!❄🥰

[halliescomut]

My Personal Weatherman Ep 7- No Subs watch

Again a reminder, this is me reacting to the new episode of MPW that I get from an internet friend-y, but unfortunately (for me) they speak Japanese, but I do not, and the link they send has no subtitles, so I have no idea what anyone is saying. In fairness...I have been watching Japanese series for about 2 decades, so I can pick up on a couple words/phrases, but mostly my goal is to observe body language to kind of guess what the story is. It's a fun, silly little game. There may be moderate spoilers about sequences, though I try to keep things vague, and of course no dialogue spoilers. Let's go!

-Oooh! An on location segment for the weather. How exciting! (ALso I swear it looks like the location is just outside of Man-san's apartment building, and that's why they had the camera framed so close in.) And Yoh still watching Mizuki so closely.

-Oh, we have ARCs...is this actually a few weeks later, or is the BL manga publishing industry able to do a two day turn around?

-Man-san sounds very encouraging, at least.

-That is a clearly depressed and defeated Segasaki. Poor guy. Has still no one explained that Man-san's husband isn't after Yoh?? Really?

-Why is Yoh always so goddamn suspicious??? My god dude.

-I will say also, I don't love Mizuki's tone here, but I think that's me relating a bit too much to Yoh (since we're both on the same side of a D/s dynamic). I know I would be really upset to hear that distance in in Mizuki's voice if I were Yoh.

-Now we're getting the flashbacks from Mizuki's POV....interesting. I can't wait to know what he was thinking when he saw Yoh. His face is so precious.

-^^Literally all I could hear in my head at this scene: "Hands touch, eyes meet/Sudden silence, sudden heat/Hearts leap in a giddy whirl"

-Segasaki's college friends feel very much like friends of convenience. Like when you become best friends with a kid when you're 7, but it's mostly because you live in the same neighborhood.

-Aww, now we have Yoh in a cozy sweater.

-It is so sub of Yoh to just hand over his sketchbook without question, completely forgetting all of the portraits of Segasaki in there...and I REALLY wanna translate what Segasaki's response was, but I will wait.

-IDK what Segasaki is saying exactly, but I'd bet real folding money that's something pretty close to 'no matter what I couldn't stop thinking about him"

-The way Yoh came and grabbed him...what's going on??

-Aww, sick baby Mizuki. So cute. And the costuming makes them a matching set with their beige and blue. That's so cute.

-I just spent the last scene going like this, so....

-But now we have THE CURRY!!! The curry that made Segasaki finish falling in love with Yoh. I don't feel like curry is supposed to be that crunchy...but I could be wrong.

-His face, I'm dying.. And the little bonk on the head. Oh, if I wasn't already head over heels for these two dinguses, this would have been the last straw for me as well.

-Mizuki's love for petting Yoh is so fucking CUTE!!!!

-Yoh's smile as he draws Segasaki- so PRECIOUS!!!! (Sorry I keep yellling.)

-Poor Mizuki's face. 🥺🥺🥺 He really thought for a minute that Yoh left again.

-Dripping wet rain kiss!! We love it!!!

-Ooh...ooh....OOH!!!! God I really wanna translate Mizuki's little speech here, but I'm pretty sure the gist was 'you're mine, and I'm not letting you get away again". 🥵☺️😁🥰

This was an excellent episode. I mean the whole series has been, but this just....so good. I can't wait to understand more than 27% of it.

Finale next week (Booo!!!😠) but I will be happy to be able to watch the complete story over and over into forever. That'll be nice. Honestly this is the first BL I've every considered getting a physical copy of it's so good.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Puppy Kisses

Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.

Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer 🥰 I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.

Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.

As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.

Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence.  But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.

He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.

It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.

Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.

He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.

Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, you,” he whispered.

“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.

She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.

Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.

“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”

She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.

“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.

His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.

Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.

But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.

Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.

Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.

“You know… everything,” she muttered.

“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”

“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.

Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.

“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “… Now. Please.”

A smile crept over Luke’s face.

“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.

“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”

Luke stayed stubborn.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.

A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.

But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.

That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.

“What? Am I supposed to… do this?”

The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.

“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.

Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.

In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.

“It tickles!” she squealed.

“Does that mean I got it right?”

Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.

Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.

“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.

“Nope,” she giggled.

“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”

Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.

She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.

Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.

Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.

Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.

Luke groaned with an amused distaste.

“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.

To his joy, so did Penelope.

“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.

Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.

Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.

“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”

The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.

The pup remained at peace.

“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.

“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”

Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”

“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So… can I join in this pile of cuddles?”

His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.

“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.

“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.

Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.

With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.

He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.

Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.

He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.

“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”

“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”

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[slayedfrr]

Welcome 2 my blog!!!!!

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stuff about me ig idk

. I go by she/her

. I like making silly ocs :)

. I've been doing art for about a decade now (woah)

. I write fanfic (extremely rarely tho) (I mainly read it)

. speaking of fanfiction, I'm also on Wattpad!! my acc is GamingGamer158

stuff about the fandoms I'm in

. I'm part of the osc, brawl stars fandom and regretavator fandom

. my fav object shows :) HFJONE, CFMOT, BFB, TPOT, II/III, AIB, TNM, ORB, ITFT

. I LOVE THE ALGEBRALIENS SMMMMMM (especially two and ten)

. fandoms I USED to be apart of (and still kind of am maybe??) bugbo, dnb, fnf, spooky month, undertale, cuphead, batim, baldis basics, unikitty, creepypasta, etc.

. I REALLY like shipping

. some of my fav ships are, teneight (ten x eight) 4x (four x X) fireafy (firey x leafy) coinpin (coiny x pin) etc. (all the ships I listed are bfdi ships)

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[mayhem24-7forever]

Hiya! A drabble request for you: fluffy and soft Jake who's about to find out that he's gonna be dad!Jake! The dream, really. Thank you, thank you! 🥰

here you go my darling! i hope you like it!

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin never really saw himself as the fathering type, in fact he’d never seen himself as the marrying type either. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor with a new girl every week, the kind of guy that never settled down, never fell in love. Just the thought of buying an overpriced sparkly rock and getting down on one knee to ask someone to be his ball and chain for life was enough to make him avoid dating all together, preferring just hooking-up. That was of course until he met Y/N. 

From the moment they met, Jake knew he was going to marry Y/N and somehow that thought didn’t scare him. He wasn’t afraid to buy the ring, not when he thought about her wearing it and showing everyone that she was his. Phoenix found out that she had the same size ring finger as Y/N so he took her to the jeweler with him to make sure that he not only got a ring that would fit, but was also something she’d actually like (because truth be told, Jake really couldn’t tell most of the rings apart, they all “just looked like rings” to him). He asked Bob, the team’s resident romantic, to help him prepare the perfect proposal. Coyote couldn’t wait to give the best man speech at the wedding so he could tell everyone about the time he walked into the locker rooms to see Jake on one knee practicing his proposal speech to Bob, who was wearing a towel on his head as a pretend wig. 

Jake proposed and she said yes and less than a year later he was watching her walk down the aisle in a gorgeous gown, Jake trying (and failing) not to cry. He ended up getting tears on the notecard of his vows, smearing the ink to be illegible although the day was saved when half the wedding party including Rooster stepped forwards to hand him copies they had made just in case. Fanboy had taught Jake how to dance so he could surprise his new wife with their first dance, which she had planned to be just swaying to the beat since Jake had two left feet. Everyone had a fantastic time at the reception, even Payback, who was somehow still a little hungover from the incredibly wild bachelor party two nights before. 

After a picture perfect honeymoon, Jake and Y/N fell into the comfortable rhythm of married life easily, as naturally as couples who had been together for decades. With regular date nights, spontaneous slow dancing in the kitchen, and a more than healthy sex life, Jake wondered how he had ever survived before being married to her. They weren’t specifically trying for kids but they weren’t specifically trying to prevent it either. They had a bit of a pregnancy scare when her period was late and she’d been feeling nauseous but after taking five different pregnancy tests and sitting on the bathroom floor half-panicking about the possibility of being parents, they received five negative results. That night when they were laying in bed she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep when Jake hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her against back flush against his chest.

“What’s wrong baby? Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice raspy with sleep in her ear.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” she said, beginning to feel embarrassed and upset at having interrupted his sleep. 

“I really don’t mind, I just want you to be able to relax and get some sleep.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Just tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“It’s stupid, really…” she said quietly. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about if the tests had come back positive instead. I know we’re not ready but…”

“But you were a little disappointed when they were negative.” he finished for her and she turned around in his arms to look at him.

“How did you-” she began but he cut her off.

“Because I know you.” he answered. “And because it’s how I felt too.”

“You… you did?” she asked.

“I was terrified that they were going to be positive, that we’d only have nine months to figure out how to be parents and that I just wouldn’t be able to be a good father.” Jake explained. “But then when they came back negative, I thought I’d be relieved but I just felt disappointed, like just thinking about having a kid with you had gotten my hopes up even if I was worried.”

“Jake… is it crazy that I think we should start trying?” she asked, gazing into his green eyes nervously.

“If it is, then I’m crazy too.” he replied with a grin and she couldn’t help but smile. 

“Are we really doing this?” she asked.

“Yes. And there’s no time like the present to start!” he noted as he maneuvered to pin her between him and the mattress.

Starting that night, they spent the next few months doing everything they could to try and improve their chances. Everything from vitamin supplements to tracking her ovulation to even putting a pillow under her ass to raise her hips up after sex and keep his cum inside. Through it all, they made sure that it never felt like a chore or a boring routine, taking care to keep things romantic and spontaneous. A few months after they began trying, Jake returned from work to find his wife pacing in the living room nervously, immediately dropping his bag and rushing over to her, still in his dirty and sweaty flight suit.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked frantically, putting his hands on her shoulders and gazing into her eyes anxiously.

She took a deep breath and picked up a box on the couch and handed it to him as his brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

“Baby, what-” he began but she cut him off.

“Just open it, Jake.” she said with an excited edge to her nervous voice, a tentative smile on her face.

Jake tore it open to find a folded up piece of clothing, holding it up to reveal a small baby onesie with little cartoon airplanes on it. He froze as his mind processed the sight and the realization of what it meant, blinking rapidly.

“I- Are you serious, baby?” he asked breathlessly, placing the onesie on the couch and taking her hands.

“I had a feeling so I went to the doctor this morning and she confirmed it.” she told him and a smile grew on his face with every word, his eyes tearing up. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

“Oh my god! We’re gonna be parents!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a hug and swinging her around happily. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

She laughed happy and Jake suddenly put her down, a terrified expression on his face.

“I shouldn’t have done that! Did I hurt the baby?” he asked frantically, his eyes and hands frantically searching her body for any signs of injury. 

“Jake, it’s alright!” she assured him with a laugh, amused at his panic that he had somehow hurt her with a hug as she put her hands on his cheeks to make him look at her. “You didn’t hurt the baby!

“Are you sure?” he asked nervously and she nodded.

“You’d better not freak out like this every time you touch me for the next nine months.” she laughed.

“God, I love you, Mrs. Seresin.” he said.

“I love you too, Mr. Sersin.” she replied before leaning forwards to kiss him, feeling a happy tear on Jake’s cheek as he grinned against her mouth and returned the kiss.

[melis-writes]

In my opinion, Al's portrayal of michael corleone is good, but I can't take him seriously in some parts of the first 2 movies, because al (for me) just stares and speaks, like he's staring like this : 😐, without any emotion, idk if that's supposed to be part of Michael's character or that's al just staring, and that annoys me, I never ever liked michael in the movies and ofc I'm not gonna like him in the book, the only time i like michael is when you're writing him, I hate michael and the things he did, i only find him hot because that's al pacino, because who wouldn't like him?, I find his portrayal of michael is pt 3 is better, because he finally shows emotion (or maybe that's what I think he did), i always liked his late 80s - 90's movies more, because he (again) shows emotion, when he's sad, you see it, when he's angry you see it, when he's happy, he smiles with all his heart, the only 70's movies I liked were panic in needle park, dog day afternoon and and justice for all, didn't like the rest because he's just staring, he deserved the oscar for his acting in scent of a woman, but I'm not sure about his acting in the godfather movies.

What makes me sad, is the al pacino Fandom are stuck in his 70's movies, if you realized

I never hear anyone talk about his recent movies except the irishman, movies like Danny collins, Hangman, Marchant of Venice and two for the money deserve more attention, I do hear people talk about the 80s movies, but it's just scarface, i do hear people talk about his 90's movies but they're just heat and Tgf pt3

I do love Al's 70's movies, but they're a bit overrated now

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The silent, emotional stares and sitting is 100% in Godfather 2 Michael Corleone's personality, sorry to say. 😂😅 The only other time I saw Michael like that in the first film was during Vito's funeral and well, you kinda have to sit there and stare during a funeral but my man was showing zero emotions despite his father having just died. 😶

It's because Michael's become such a hardened man with little to no humanity left in him. His own choices and actions have torn apart his family and essentially left him soulless in return. He took things too far, he seemed to have no intention of making the Corleone family completely legitimate after seven years (and has the audacity to say "just when I thought I was out..." uhhh, no. You liked being in!) and of course, the final nail on the coffin was finding out Fredo was the traitor. You can't really blame Michael in a way because of everything he's been through (survived an assassination and brother was the reason why he and his wife almost died, Kay got an abortion, growing more distant from Tom whom he only trusts, his mother died). 😢

If you didn't like film Michael though, trust me, you'd love book Michael! 😂❤ Book Michael laughs and smiles a lot, even cracks jokes and is a lot more emotional. He definitely doesn't sit there quietly and emotionless--he's extremely different from film Michael which baffled me when I read the book. He's actually a sweetheart if you ask me, and more family oriented. 💕

I don't think being stuck in Al's 70's filmography is a bad thing! Al made so many amazing films back to back in the 70s! It was his era! That was his decade!! ❤❤❤ He also didn't make a film for every single year in the 80s either, so we didn't have any films from him in 1984, 1986, 1987 or 1988! I think because Al is so phenomenally talented at playing action packed characters and gangster films, that a lot of us prefer and love his films in that genre. That's also why I think Heat and Carlito's Way are really loved too. That's not to say Al hasn't made other good films, he has! I for one love, love, love, The Panic in Needle Park, Scarecrow, ...And Justice for All and Bobby Deerfield too. 🥰

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[ialpiriel]

😄&🥰 for the gladiator, 🌳, 🔨, 🙂&😱 for both cursor and eques

The Gladiator:

😄: How can you tell when they're really happy? What sorts of things make them happy? How often do they smile?

I think she’s pretty normal to tell if she’s happy or not! She likes security, and likes, like…silly little gestures of affection. Nothing better than your girlfriend bringing you dinner in your house with a door that locks from the inside. Sometimes your life has been varying degrees of Bad for two decades and maybe you should get some higher standards. But also she's so conveniently easy to please.

🥰: Who do they currently consider to be their best friend and why? Has their best friend changed over time?

It’s Marta by the end of UWTS, for sure, but Conway has also had his turn during the gladiator years, and before the dead year/being sold it was DEFINITELY Paul. They’re less than a year apart in age. Partners in crime. Inseparable until it turns out Boys And Girls Are Different And So You Will Have Different Chores And Responsibilities And Also It’s Weird That You’re Best Friends.

Cursor & Eques:

🌳: What physical traits did they inherit from their biological parents? Do they look more like one parent than the other?

Oh I have a piece of art about this! I needed something to do in class a couple months ago. Pardon these pictures, i don't have a scanner and I'm too lazy to do tone corrections.

For Eques: she has the same head shape, including double chin, as her mom, same eyes and ears, and the dimples. She has her dad's eyebrows and nose.

For Cursor: her head, hairline, eyelids, and nose are the same as her dad (fucking spitting image-ass kid). She has the same eye shape, chin, and ears as her mom tho. Also does her hair the same way, but that's, like, coincidental.

🔨: Do they have any practical skills they wouldn't consider a hobby? What sorts of skills and how/why did they learn them?

They’re both horse trainers by trade, coming from a very rural agricultural community in the middle of the country where most people have gone back to animal power unless you’re rich enough to either import or manufacture the amounts of fuel it takes to run industrial equipment all season (not most of them). Other than that, they’ve both done some gardening and a lot of Poor Hick DIY, being poor hicks who grew up in trailer homes. Cursor can also play the guitar a little bit, but she’s not that good, and Eques can cook, though she’s not exceptional at it.

🙂: What are three of their personality traits that others would generally consider positive?

Cursor: picks a course of action and sticks to it, calculating, selfless (though bitchy about it)

Eques: affectionate, plans for the future, maybe more patient than she should be with basically anybody’s horseshit

😱: Do they have any irrational fears/phobias? How do they cope with them? Has a phobia ever impacted the game you play them in?

Eques has a reasonable fear of Cursor getting brain damaged/physically injured, but Cursor has an intense phobia of deep water, which is a plot point (also probably reasonable, tbh; she almost drowned when she was eight and Eques saved her ass, and she can't swim). Eques handles her anxiety by planning about it, and Cursor handles hers by Not Going In The Water.

[mobius-m-mobius]

I'm the anon who asked for Owen Wilson film recs—thanks so much to you and all the anons who gave recommendations!! It took a while to find time to sit down for a film, but I watched the trailers for just about every recommendation in the meantime and ended up being won over by Bottle Rocket. Which I have now watched and rather adored. And based just on the performance, not knowing anything about the behind the scenes aside from that Owen and Wes Anderson wrote the script together, I feel no confusion over Wes responding with 'guess I've gotta make this guy my muse for the next decade or so'. I mean yes I couldn't adore him more as Mobius, but watching him in a completely different role does really help drive home that huh. yup. this guy sure can act

I mean I thought all the performances were great, but I'd be lying if I said my eyes weren't glued to Dignan every time he was on screen. An absolutely captivating performance and character. That silly little guy broke my heart in two. Just wants to be part of a team and has bright eyes and a warm heart and not a shred of emotional competence. Everyone likes him and there are a few who love him and he tears apart their lives or his every time he draws them into his orbit. And he made me SAD and I LOVE him.

Omg hi again anon, absolutely love that you've already found some time to journey into his filmography and you couldn't have chosen a better character to start with 🥰

In what seems like a running theme with Owen I'd say Bottle Rocket is probably the most underrated Wes movie (which I'll never understand because it's incredible!!) and would be my own top favorite if The Darjeeling Limited weren't so dear to me but even then it's a close call! So cool to hear your thoughts on Dignan mirror mine exactly, he's one of a kind and just utterly heartbreaking in the most amazing way that somehow you still want, almost need more of even though you know how the story will end every single time?? Which speaks to how the others can't help but keep coming back because I found myself thinking I'd do the same, lol.

Not to mention since it's Owen's first movie there really couldn't be a better contrast to Mobius because what I love about roles of his where he's clearly been involved from a writing perspective too is how his range shines?? For example there's so much of his own personal sense of humor in Dignan that's been carried through the rest of his films and is present in Mobius too, not to mention how they both radiate such bright, genuine energy every time they enter a room but then all other ways they carry themselves and interact right down to each various microexpression are naturally different and equally fascinating.

Thanks so much for the ask and for letting me know what you chose, really hope this is a sign you'll find even more characters of his to love waiting in your future!! 😍💕

[cto10121]

Twilight Meta Review—Chapter 13

In which the Meadow Scene happens, the most iconic and infamous love scene in Twilight (and let’s face it, in modern romantic fiction). The one that made the antis whine and bitch and moan because “vAMpires don’t spARKLe!!!1!!” And most unfortunately, the one scene done the most dirty by its film adaptation. Spoilers, encore

Chapter 13: Really, Right In Front of My Salad? x1000

He lay perfectly still in the glass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn’t sleep…

Now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were trembling. But, when I asked, he told me he was singing to himself; it was too low for me to hear.

Book Edward: *lies in the grass enjoying the sun 🥰*

Movie Edward: *drags Bella, rips open shirt to expose to the sun, glittering only faintly* bELLA thIS is the SKIN of a K I L L E R

Hesitantly, always afraid, even now, that he would disappear like a mirage, too beautiful to be real…hesitantly, I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach. I marveled again at the perfect texture, satin smooth, cool as stone. […]

I inched closer, stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of his forearm with my fingertips. I saw that my fingers trembled, and knew it wouldn’t escape his notice.

“Do you mind?” I asked, for he had closed his eyes again.

“No,” he said without opening his eyes. “You can’t imagine how that feels.” He sighed. (p. 261)

Normally me: Ugh, why all this fooling around? Just fuck already

Stephenie Meyer: *taking my hand gently* One half of a pair of lovers stroking their face and arms is superior

Me: *sobbing* One half of a pair of lovers stroking their face and arms is superior

“What are you afraid of, then?” he whispered intently.

But I couldn’t answer. As I had just that once before, I smelled his cool breath on my face. Sweet, delicious, the scent made my mouth water. It was unlike anything else. Instinctively, unthinkingly, I leaned closer, inhaling.

And he was gone, his hand ripped from mine.

Bloodlust as the actual cockblock. The fuck, Meyer. How did you come up with this shit? This good shit, I mean?

“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!” Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out of sight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second.

“As if you could outrun me,” he laughed bitterly.

He reached up with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly ripped a two-foot-thick branch from the trunk of the spruce. He balanced it in that hand for a moment, and then threw it with blinding speed, shattering it against another huge tree, which shook and trembled at the blow.

And he was in front of me again, standing two feet away, still as a stone.

“As if you could fight me off,” he said gently. (p. 264)

“Really, in front of my salad?” (Reprise, Triumph March, andante with Latin chorus).

But another quick word on the Twilight vampires. So despite the antis’ decades-long whinging over how awful and wimpy they are, it’s clear even at this early stage really…violent they are and can be. Sometimes even more so than regular vampires, which tend to have more weaknesses re: garlic and staking and whatnot. In most stories, they exercise some measure of control in their bloodlust. Twilight vampires are almost literally sharks. They just look pretty. And yes, they would absolute tear Buffy apart to fucking shreds.

“It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and—” He stopped abruptly, looking away. “When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If I hadn’t been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.” […]

“I couldn’t understand why. How you could hate me so quickly…”

“To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin…I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each time, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…”

Me: 😏

Also me: ho don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t you dare—

Me: BELLE EST-CE LE DIABLE QUI S’EST INCARNÉ EN ELLE

Also me: oh god

(Seriously, though, Edward is Frollo, Quasimodo, and Phoebus all in one glittery vampiric package. No wonder he is such an angsty spaz.)

“I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I’d dealt with temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who were you, an insignificant little girl”—he grinned suddenly—“to chase me from the place I wanted to be? So I came back…” He stared off into space.

I love Edward’s arrogance, his pride and initial dismissal of Bella—just as he should be written in this kind of story. Homeboy got badly humbled. His inability to read her mind also has a metaphorical dimension as well.

“Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment—because if I haven’t saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, ‘Not her.’”

[…]

“Isabella.” He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. “Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.” He looked down, ashamed again. “The thought of you, still, white, cold…to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses…it would be unendurable.” He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. “You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.” (p. 273)

And so the immortal aristocratic asshole fell in love with the sunshine maiden the lion fell in love with the lamb.

Page 273. Out of 400 pages, more than halfway through. Meyer literally wrote a hothouse romantic suspense novel saturated with longing and buckets of sexual tension…and where the main couple haven’t even so much as kissed yet at the halfway mark. Incredible. One hundred thousand points to fucking Gryffindor. The ovaries of this woman! Too bad she lost the plot around the third and fourth book.

“You already know how I feel, of course,” I finally said. “I’m here…which, roughly translated, mean I would rather die than stay away from you.” I frowned. “I’m an idiot.”

“You are an idiot,” he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed too. We laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.

Book Bella and Edward: *laughing merrily at their love clownery 😅*

Movie Bella and Edward: *lie down and stare, no thoughts, heads empty*

Legit, though. Love is inherently clownish. If you don’t lose a couple of IQ points, then are you truly in love? (The answer is a resounding no).

“No, I mean, exactly what did I do wrong? I’ll have to be on my guard, you see, so I better start learning what I shouldn’t do” […]

He smiled again. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Bella. It was my fault.”

Edward doing the bare minimum and not blaming Bella for his (blood)lust, i.e. the fantasy equivalent of slut shaming sadly makes him 1000x better than most YA “heroes.” Bare minimum, but it must be said.

Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat. I was quite unable to move, even if I’d wanted to. I listened to the sound of his even breathing, watching the sun and wind play in his bronze hair, more human than any part of him.

With deliberate slowness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck. I shivered, and I heard him catch his breath. But his hands didn’t pause as they softly moved to my shoulders, and then stopped.

His face drifted to the side, his nose skimming across my collarbone. He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest.

Listening to my heart.

“Ah,” he sighed. (p. 276)

“Really, right in front of my salad?” (Fourth Version, andante, with the Budapest National Symphony Orchestra, soloists Bryn Terfel and Renée Fleming).

Alina and the Darkling have nothing on this. No modern YA couple or hell bodice ripper couple I know does. There is absolutely no way this can get even more fuck-y.

“Don’t move,” I whispered. […]

I moved even more slowly than he had, careful not to make one unexpected move. I caressed his cheek, delicately stroked his eyelid, the purple shadow in the hollow of his eye. I traced the shape of his perfect nose, and then, so carefully, his flawless lips. His lips parted under my hand, and I could feel his cool breath on my fingertips. I wanted to lean in, to inhale the scent of him. So I dropped my hand and leaned away, not wanting to push him too far.

He opened his eyes, and they were hungry. Not in a way to make me fear, but rather to tighten the muscles in the pit of my stomach and send my pulse hammering through my veins again.

…I stand very much corrected.

Anyhoo, after that non-sex sex foreplay, Edward is all happy and decides to show off his running to Bella. Homegirl got dizzy instead, but at least she got something more out of it:

“I was thinking there was something I wanted to try.” And he took my face in his hands again.

I couldn’t breathe. […]

And then his cold, marble lips pressed very softly against mine.

What neither of us was prepared for was my response.

Climbing him like a fucking tree?

Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my lips. My breath came in a wild gasp. My fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to me. My lips parted as I breathed in his heady scent.

Immediately I felt him turn to unresponsive stone beneath my lips.

Meh. Still better than what I would have done. Honestly, she has shown a lot of restraint for a teen girl who had a beautiful half-naked supernatural entity trace her face and lay his head against her breast.

In any case, it’s back to reality, and Edward insists on driving them back as Bella is clearly drunk.

“Drunk?” I objected.

“You’re intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.

[…]

“And are you not affected at all?” I asked, irked. “By my presence?”

Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn’t answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.

“Regardless,” he finally murmured, “I have better reflexes.” (p. 285)

Aaaaand scene.

Des notes

Okay, pausing for some quick meta notes. So this was all great. The sexual tension was through the roof. Meyer just hit a home run with this one. Of course, this scene was the entire inspiration for the novel, its linchpin, much like the balcony scene was the linchpin in Shakespeare’s play. No surprises there.

Meyer does this cool trick of burying the romantic will-they-won’t-they and letting the vampiric will-he-won’t-he take predominance. In doing so the scene becomes charged with the eroticism, even while the scene is simply establishing whether Edward is able to resist his bloodlust for Bella. Bella and Edward expressing the first small intimacies and not letting them kiss in the meadow was nothing short of brilliant.

Some caveats. Edward is exactly as he should be…in a Beauty and the Beast narrative, which this adheres to. He has shades of Mr. Darcy, obviously, playing to Isabella’s Elizabeth, but that is really a very distant echo of the dynamic. Not a problem at this point—Edward still has some ways to go and Bella also needs to glow up too. This will come in time.

However, the mutuality and uncompromising nature of their love, as well as the fervor and the longing and sensuality, is clearly a different dynamic altogether. (R&J: *popping up with a bored wave*). Edward and Bella’s unequal relationship, thus, becomes a clear problem—either to overcome or for the lovers to succumb to their doom. There is a strain of tragedy that Meyer could have followed had she not succumbed to her indulgences. A tragic ending, however, could have its own problems too—it’s really hard to tell. I suppose Meyer deciding to go the coming-of-age route was as okay an artistic decision as any other.

[blorbocedes]

your beloved parallel universe wife anon here, i'm coming once again into your inbox because i was just imagining lewis and nico in a russian doll-like situation (i don't know if you've watched the series, the one with natasha lyonne, if you haven't i strongly recommend it because it's amazing, especially the first season). well, let's imagine lewis finds himself stuck in a time loop, forced to relive the same day over and over again and he's literally going crazy because he's got no damn clue about how to get out of the loop, and also because he can't tell anyone about what's happening to him or they'd definitely think he's lost his mind. until one of these days that he's relived countless times (even though, despite the setting always being the same, the days all look different because he's been trying to figure out how to get out of this) he meets nico in the lift of their montecarlo building and that's how he finds out that nico is in the same situation, stuck in a time loop he doesn't know how to escape. needless to say lewis isn't very pleased that he has to go through all of this with his former anything but lover *COUGHS VIOLENTLY* at first, but nico thinks there must be a reason that the universe is playing this trick on them, that maybe there's something they have to accomplish together if they want to get out of the loop. so every night they promise to find the other the following day so that they can keep investigating and trying to break the loop, and this of course makes them get closer and also pushes them to talk about everything that happened back in 2016 one day, making them reach some sort of reconciliation. and then the morning after they both realise that it's not the same day anymore, and that the universe, tired of their antics as well, probably pulled this prank on them because there are some things, some loves, that nothing could ever truly break and force apart

(cont) 'so lewis figures that it's maybe about damn time he gives nico another chance and they decide to start over '

my lovely anonwifestie im thinking it's time we renew our vows again 🤭🥰 im still as in love with you as the first time we met

first of all I LOVE Russian Doll, i binged season 2 in like 2 days, nat lyonne fucks so hard and the outfit inspo!!! ugh!

I am such a sucker for forceful magical trope where the solution is reconciliation 😭 I've actually written them for other fandoms!!! the thing about the Groundhog Day au (same day over and over) is that it is such a visual treat. i still have supernatural's "heat of the morning" stuck in my head and I'm not even an spn fucker 😭 just a tumblr heyday connoisseur. however I Have read some fics that capture the Groundhog Day vibes just perfect, the repetitiveness the unease the going from denial to perfect memorisation of every possibility by day 200...... all that good stuff. could I do it justice? no, but is it a delicious delicious concept? yes

Lewis was tired of dying by the stairs. He'd avoided the lift every time he saw Nico's blonde hair through the closing gap of the elevator doors. But he'd been through so many loops at this point, he just wanted to be able to go to up his room, see Roscoe again -- the day starting from the Mercedes motorhome and him being unsuccessful to get back to his apartment.

This time, he walks in the elevator. He expects Nico to avoid him, the cool silence between the two the handful of times they've shared the lift over, what, a decade of living here? That would be par for the course.

Instead, Nico's eyes widen. "That's new." He says, under his breath.

Lewis is immediately out of patience, he's died too many times to care. "Nico," oh, it feels good to say his name, to stop pretending he's above it all, "Shut up, man. You won't believe the kind of day I'm having." Days now, if not weeks. He's lost count.

Chances are Lewis will turn on a light switch at his apartment and die anyways, so why bother with all the energy it took to avoid Nico? When nothing mattered anymore.

Nico laughed, a more expressive sound from him than Lewis has heard in years. "Touchy. Yeah, I bet."

Lewis is actually glad when the lights starts flashing red, pressure losing rapidly as their elevator fails. Better to pull the plug as fast as possible. He looks at Nico, to see the panic, horror, fear all the mundane expressions of when you're about to die. Instead, Nico is calm, almost smiling with his eyes closed.

"We're about to die, mate." Lewis comments, in case he hadn't noticed; was in some deep denial funk. Nah, Nico didn't get to walk out of this.

Nico opens his eyes to smirk at him, always leaving with the last word, doesn't he?

He knocks the wind out of Lewis more than the eventual crunch will.

"It's okay, I die all the time."

Wait, what?!

Everything goes black.

Lewis wakes up in his Mercedes motorhome to the same fucking annoying affirmations alarm. 'You are loved. You are important. You are the best you can be. You will rise again.'

But this time, he has a purpose. He has to find Nico.

(hehehe I hope you enjoyed it... I love love being stronger than every cosmic force in the universe...... how long do you think they'd take to get their shit together lol)

[lexa-griffins]

Hello again 🥰 milf Lexa anon here

Can you talk about Lexa's struggles and insecurities with herself and her body after the divorce and when she started seeing Clarke?

Now this... this holds a special place in my heart. Because Lexa has a lot of struggles with her body. Which is something that she never had growing up. I mean she was the athletic type of kid, she never really had issues with stretch marks with too much fat where she didn't want it, she had abs and was head cheerleader.

Lexa looks like a mom. She's still a small woman but she does have all the signs of two pregnancies, stretch marks on her stomach, her legs, her hips, her butt and her boobs. Her stomach is definitely not flat, it has that pouch to it, it sticks out a bit and it rolls. Her boobs sag more now, her arms do a little flap and her thighs and butt will fight her in any jeans she buys. She's very soft looking, even her jaw isn't has sharp as it once once. She's not just a milf in name, she really does have the soft cuddly body to go with it 🥺

The first post-pregnancy, although leaving some insecurities in Lexa, was fine. She managed to go back into working out and her stretch marks were soft enough where they didn't bother her unless she really started to pick at them. It's after Delilah's birth and the longer recovery time after the c-section as well as doing most of the caregivers work for a toddler and a newborn that Lexa started paying so much attention to how she looked and started to feel unattractive, with Jenny's horrible comments really not helping her at all.

After the divorce, Lexa become a little depressed. She felt like it was her fault for not trying harder to keep them together and that maybe she had given up too soon, on both the marriage and herself. She felt like a horrible mother anytime Alex would ask her why mama wasn't with them anymore or why he had to wait so long to see her again. Afterwards she was far too focused on trying to give her kids a stable home and making the new apartment actually feel like the home they had before. Her relationship with her body become distant, she avoided mirrors when she could because she could still hear Jenny's words in her mind and the last thing she wants is to have to focus on something that is so minimal in the grand scheme of things. Her kids were what was important, not her issues with her body that did nothing but give her the two people she adores the most.

For the next decade Lexa hides herself as best as she can. She makes sure every "problem area" is hidden and goes for a looser style, jeans and a slightly bigger shirt so it won't cling to any little roll on her body, dresses that make her feel like she's trying to hard to stay young, with patterns that distract from what's underneath. She does it rather unconsciously, if she can not think about her body she will and will just go by instinct. She tries to join a few yoga and pirate classes with Anya but she feels out of place there, mostly single women who have lively social lives or new moms who seem to have their shit together better than Lexa has years into being a mom. She also never dates, one because she doesn't want to and two because she cannot even fathom someone being attracted to her, physically or even just with the live she lives where she barely has time for herself, much less a girlfriend.

Before they start actually seeing each other, Lexa is shocked by the fact Clarke seems so attracted to her. Clarke is... Clarke. She's a gorgeous late twenties woman with a great career and a future so full of opportunities, Lexa doesnt understand why she is so interested in a relationship with Lexa whose life is settling down and really set in Lexa's eyes. She's not having more kids, she doesn't see herself moving out of her apartment, moving jobs, traveling the world, nothing of that sort. But Clarke looks at her and flirts with her in a manner that makes Lexa actually feel desirable again and she forces Lexa to stare at the mirror to try and find what Clarke sees in her. On the other side, it does make Lexa a little more self conscious, particularly when she realizes she's very attracted to Clarke to. Suddenly her clothes feel to lazy but she still doesn't have the confidence to go an buy ones that show her off more, not that Clarke needs them to stare at Lexa likes she's anything other than a goddess. Although it's not what solves it completely, when her and Clarke start getting more intimate and Clarke seems to adore every inch of her body, Lexa really sees how much Jenny fucked up Lexa's relationship with herself and her body and that with Clarke, she might be on the track to fix it, something she never thought would happen.

😌✊️ when I tell you Clarke refuses to let this beautiful woman think of herself as anything other than fucking perfect!! A MILF lover like no other!!!

[maggiecheungs]

hello ! Sorry to bother But I was wondering if u had any 90's Hong Kong movies that you could recommend me ? I'm researching them for school and I usually get the most interesting and gutwrenching sinophone movie recs from your blog so I thought I should ask if u had any ! Thank u ❣️

Hey you 🥰 this is probably waaaaaay to late to be of any help with your research (sorry!) but I'll answer anyway just in case <3 (also, it got. a bit long 😳 so sorry about that lmao)

I'll start off by addressing the elephant in the room, a.k.a. Wong Kar-wai: the director you really can't avoid mentioning when talking about 90s and 00s Hong Kong cinema, and for good reason. I won't mention all his films here, but his best known are probably In the Mood for Love (which is regularly hailed as one of the greatest films ever made, which. yes); Happy Together (a staple of queer cinema starring Tony Leung and Leslie Cheung caught up in a fever-like, destructive love affair in Buenos Aires); Chungking Express (another classic beloved by many, many people); Fallen Angels (a stylish and chaotically seductive about eccentric figures inhabiting Hong Kong's nightlife).

Another director from this period who I think is worth highlighting is Stanley Kwan. He's probably best known for Rouge, which is from 1987 but which I’m including because it’s a classic; it stars the wonderful Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui as the principals in a doomed, decades-spanning love affair, featuring sumptuous visuals, ghosts, and time-slippages between the 1930s and 1980s. His other most notable work is probably Center Stage (1991); it's a very meta biopic of the 1930s actress Ruan Lingyu, who is portrayed by Maggie Cheung, and Kwan uses the film to draw parallels between the two actresses living decades apart. And I'll also mention his Lan Yu (2001), a gay love story set against the backdrop of Tiananmen Square and its aftermath (it's probably weird to admit that this is one of my comfort films but shrugs).

Comrades: Almost a Love Story (1996) is an absolute favourite of mine, about immigrant identity, missed chances and lives you could have led, human connection under capitalism, and the love story between two people whose paths keep crossing despite everything--all of which is topped off with fantastic performances from Maggie Cheung and Leon Lai.

Farewell My Concubine (1993) was a Hong Kong-mainland co-production and is probably one of the best known films on this list, starring the fantastic Leslie Cheung in one of the defining performances of his career (tbh it would be worth watching for his performance alone). Coming in at just under 3 hours, it's a cinematic epic in pretty much every sense of the word.

Speaking of Leslie Cheung: Viva Erotica (1996), in which he plays an arthouse director whose Serious Films keep flopping, so he has to turn his next film into an erotic movie financed by a triad boss. It’s funny and big-hearted and has some unexpectedly interesting things to say about filmmaking and cinema as both an industry and as an artform.

Ann Hui is one of the few female big-name Hong Kong directors of the 90s; I'd recommend her 1990 film Song of the Exile--a film about generational conflict, immigration, cultural alienation and family ties, which takes place across the UK, Hong Kong, and Japan, and stars Maggie Cheung in the lead role. (Another prominent woman director from the period whom I've been meaning to watch since forever Mabel Cheung--really looking forward to finally seeing something of hers soon.)

Takeshi Kaneshiro and Kelly Chen had quite a few collaborations which are rather nice. Their Anna Magdalena (1998) is a quirky but poignant love-triangle story that inexplicably turns into a delightful steampunk romp. Lost and Found (1996) is another quirky-but-poignant love story, albeit a little more sedate.

For action films, there's the legendary John Woo, whose films are pretty quintessential action flicks--Hard Boiled is a pretty good example of his filmography. There's also The Heroic Trio and Executioners (both 1993): an action duology starring Michelle Yeoh, Maggie Cheung and Anita Mui as a trio of ass-kicking vigilante superheroes. It's sooooo much fun, peak cinema, marvel could never, etc. etc. I'm also going to mention Infernal Affairs (2002), starring Tony Leung Chiu-wai and Andy Lau, because it's one of my favourite action thriller films of all time.

Wuxia: a lot of the most well-known titles of the genre are from the first decades of the 2000s, and because of their scope they tend to be international productions, but often had veteran Hong Kong actors in main roles (for example, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000), Hero (2002), House of Flying Daggers (2004)--all of which I would recommend, btw). But there were also quite a few wuxia films that came out of Hong Kong in the 90s, including New Dragon Gate Inn (a fun 1992 remake of the 1960s wuxia classic, starring Brigitte Lin, Tony Leung Ka-fai, Maggie Cheung); The Green Snake (1993), a retelling of the traditional Legend of the White Snake that doubles as an interesting deconstruction of lots of the main tropes of the wuxia genre; Wong Kar-wai's 1994 Ashes of Time, which has an insanely star-studded cast and is pretty much what you'd expect a wkw wuxia film to be like.

.......aaaaaaand i'm going to stop there, because this is already a Lot😅 but hopefully there's something of use in here--if not for your research, then at least recommending a new film to watch <3