#and I've seen him jump even higher like how does he do it

[nastylittleghouls]

Jumping that high out of a standing position has to be illegal

[slayfics]

part 2 of you see katsuki on tv, pretty please 🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♀️

Let it be a lie.

800 words

Chapter two

You were ushered out immediately after shattering the TV above the bar with your glass. Only adding to the humiliation and distraught boiling in your chest.

The rest of the night was a blur as you made your way back home, effectively continuing to drink till knocking out. Only to wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. The bright light on your phone shrunk our pupils and elicited a sigh from the late time, 1:12 pm.

You unlocked your phone to check a notification. The first thing you noticed was the abundance of news articles and videos on every platform speculating if Dynamite was dating the women who ran up to him in the crowd. The next thing you saw was your text messages.

[Mina]: Are you ok??

A text from Mina, which could only mean, everyone saw, everyone knew. You rubbed your hands across your face. How could you even begin to respond to that question? You had to know first.

So, you slinked to the kitchen to grab some pain medication and typed out a message to Katsuki.

[You]: You two look good together.

You swallowed the two pills with some water and jumped at the sound of your ringtone suddenly filling the room. Katsuki's contact picture lit up your screen, it was a sight you hadn't seen in a long time.

"Hey," you answered the phone.

"You really think we look good together?" He asked, and your heart dropped. Did that mean they were together?

"She is a beautiful woman, she'd look good next to anyone," you remarked.

"Yeah, that's what my publicist said," Katsuki exhaled a laugh before explaining. "They said it would help me look more approachable and down to earth if I was dating someone. So, they picked out some model and her publicist thought it was a good look for her to be dating a hero."

Your stomach soured, "So you two are dating?"

"For the cameras or whatever, all I know is they said it would help me look good and in turn get higher in the charts," he said.

"Do you even like her?" you asked, your voice sounding harsher than you intended. But the whole situation was making your head spin even more than your hangover.

"Don't know, haven't talked to her. That kiss was just a stunt for the cameras, but I'm supposed to take her out for a fancy dinner or some shit to be seen by the press tomorrow," Katsuki said.

"Oh," you muttered not knowing what else to say. Had Katsuki really changed that much? The Katsuki you knew before wouldn't even pretend to do something he didn't want to. You couldn't decide if this publicity stunt was worse than him truthfully dating her. At least if they were honestly dating it would mean he was happy. "Katsuki," you paused trying to pick your words carefully. "Is this really how you want to make it to number one?"

Dead air filled the line between you both before Katsuki let out a breath, "I don't know." He finally said truthfully.

"I just... never imagined you'd be so wrapped up in the celebrity side of heroism. I didn't think that's what truly mattered to you." You spoke.

"It doesn't. I want to be number one, that's what matters to me. I got a big team behind me now and, they seem to think this stupid bullshit will help so...," Katsuki broke off and paused. "Does it... really seem like something I wouldn't do?" he asked, voice lower.

"Do you remember what you told me you said when you were captured by the League of Villains?" You asked.

"What?" He asked.

"You told Compress I only do what I want to, and I won't even pretend otherwise."

Katsuki paused for another long moment before letting out a chuckle, "Damn I did say that hu? I had a lot of spunk back then."

"You still do," you replied. "How long has it been since you've seen anyone else?"

"Hm? You mean shitty hair and dunce face?" He clarified.

"Yeah, or... even Izuku."

"Don't know, probably longer than the last time I've seen you. Been working so much." He answered.

"Why don't you come to see us... I know everyone misses you, and... let us remind you of the Katsuki we know. Stop being Dynamite for a day."

You could almost hear the cheeky smirk on the other line when Katsuki said, "Ya know- my publicist did free me up around dinner time tomorrow for that model. But- I think I'll tell her I had a change of dinner plans, gonna see some old friends instead. See you idiots then?"

"Yeah, I'll get the gang together." You smiled.

"Alright, it's a date then... a real date." He stated.

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[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Not liking a driver does not give you a free pass to bodyshame them, or to wish literal death and severe harm on them, or to be racist and/or xenophobic towards them. Not liking a team doesn't give you a right to do the above to those afflicted with the team either, or to be misogynistic towards the women involved with those teams. Not liking which team or driver someone supports, does not give you a right to do any of the above.

The drivers and the teams may never see the hate you spill but wait. We all know that they do;

Nicolas Latifi got such severe death threats he had to hire security

I'm not touching on the disgusting racist abuse faced by many of the drivers because there has been far too much to easily unpack but I do want to note that it got so bad last year that Alex for instance got such severe abuse last year his fans had to tell his family to go offline for a few days (not to forget the people who made up conspiracies about him and used his mother's past as a means to justify the abuse they were directing towards him).

I'll never forgot the amount of sexist hate directed at Hannah Schmitz, one of the few and one of the most recognizable women in the paddock who has lead red bulls strategy department the last couple of years, - because apparently women in motorsport are only valid if they're not under the red bull umbrella - which got so bad multiple of the drivers called it out publicly.

The multiple conspiracies created about and general racial discrimination faced by Yuki and Zhou which was and continues to be encouraged and spread by primarily the English speaking journalists and commentators

Let's not forget the sexist chants sung about Sophie Kumpen; Max's mother at Monza, or the literal death threats that were sent to his sister and young nephews.

The way some of you talk about Michael Schumacher, I don't have the words. The ski jokes has not once in the last decade been funny.

I could go on and on. I could literally do this all day.

Sure the drivers might never see it but that doesn't mean nobody will and we all see how conditional any form of your allyship is. "Racism is wrong unless it's about x, sexism is wrong unless it's about y, death threats are wrong unless it's about z, etc". Do better. You cannot claim the moral high ground, if you do any of the above, no matter how much higher you perceive yourself to be than the person you're directing the above towards.

As for death wishes or crash wishes, cop yourselves on to fuck. I would never wish what I've been through, what my family has been through, on my worst enemy, let alone some driver I'll probably never even meet. F1 is nowadays a safe enough sport but that has not always been the case and there is still no 100% guarantee of completely safety. The risk is still there even with all the advancements in safety. So many drivers have lost their lives or have had their lives altered forever as a result of a crash. Some of the drivers on the current grid are directly impacted or know those whose lives have been lost or altered because of a crash. Nearly everyone on that grid has a story. Some of you have their photos as your icons as you wish literal death and injury on their coworkers, their friends. They would be beyond disgusted by you. I can name far too many drivers who lost their lives in this sport, it shouldn't take naming them to make people realize that wishing for some to die like they did is a disgusting act. If it were to come true, would you celebrate? Would you cheer as the red flag came out? I don't think I want to know the answer, considering some of the things I've seen in the main tags over the last couple of years (see that one person who wanted to violently and literally stab and kill a driver or see that disgusting poll about which way would be best to literally kill another driver).

Don't start with but x did this or y fans did that, if they jumped off a cliff, would you? Why are you so eager to lower yourself to what you feel are their low standards or morals? And I don't blame a driver for the actions of someone who calls themselves a fan while doing anything that I've mentioned in this post, because they're not fans, they're people who use the driver they claim to back as a shield and as an excuse for their appalling behavior.

Also, if you have to say "I don't like driver x but I agree nobody deserves this type of abuse", get rid of everything before the but. You don't have to like someone to offer them basic respect or human decency.

[kzele]

Unpopular TSSM Opinion

Sha-Shan was a better example of a serious moral compass love interest to Flash than Gwen was to, well, anybody.

The gal clearly has no problem turning a guy down until they've proven he isn't a too much of a douche. And she doesn't care how popular they are. If they make make the right, but hard choices, then they've got her interest.

Gwen, on the other hand, can’t seem to judge any of her friend’s moods or situations correctly and make an appropriate decision. For instance, whether as friends or love interests she and Harry are a dumpster fire. When the guy passes out in the courtyard and then avoids her, what does she do? Does she (a) tell her COP dad about it at home, (b) tell Harry’s father, (c) tell a teacher/coach/school counselor AKA any other figure in a position of actual authority? Nope. She tells Peter that something’s wrong with Harry, but doesn’t elaborate enough for him to take her concerns seriously, so he puts it among the lesser problems he has to deal with. Because if Peter was actually told the specifics, this would be MUCH higher on his problems list. There’s no way he’d have to be bullied into talking with Harry, otherwise. (Also, how is it possible that she couldn’t sense anything off about Eddie after he returned to the lab? He’s obviously creepy and fake and you’ve known him since you were both in single digits. If it was just Eddie this happened with, I wouldn’t be having my doubts about her judgement.)

This brings me to my next point about boundaries. Peter respects hers more than she respects his. Thus, she can only enforce her boundaries and/or will if someone already respects her. Harry and Gwen’s full-on couple status is proof. Harry’s shoved her against a locker, jumped over her during a villain attack (did he ever apologize for that?), and the first thing he does is ignore his new girlfriend in favor of calling his dad about having a girlfriend. Oh, and she’s ignoring all these red flags in an implied attempt to make Peter jealous. Nuff said about that ball of toxicity they got going on.

Flash saw Sha-Shan as a hot nerd/rebound, then as a challenge, and finally as someone whom he wants to be respected by. She didn’t let him get anywhere by being a jerk or overstepping. Granted, she had the benefit of not caring about Flash’s opinion of her, like Gwen would with long-time friends. And yet, despite being very judgy about him at the start, once they’re together she understands that Flash will say/do dumb things but it doesn’t take away from his good heart. Sha-Shan accepts him and his flaws. Ironically, despite Gwen being in love with Peter over Harry, you’ll be hard-pressed to find a time where she cuts Peter any slack for anything even when it’s not his fault. Including and up to not dying.(Not actually joking about that. See Christmas Tree aftermath s2ep3.) Maybe it’s just me, but I swear Harry and Eddie could be be kicking puppies off the Brooklynn Bridge in front of her and she’d be giving Peter the silent treatment for missing her calls trying to stop it.

I'm aware that Gwen isn't evil whatsoever but I find her immensely frustrating when TSSM has better female characters to choose from. And this post is for other people who agree with me. I'm not denying the flaws of anyone else here, be it Peter or Harry or whoever else, but I can't cover my thoughts on all the dynamics at play here without overloading my laptop and this site. I feel like Gwen's actions in the show get glossed over a lot. I've seen Peter and Harry get criticized for their actions and sympathy for their differently bad lives within the show, but Gwen. . .doesn't get that same scrutiny. She makes objectively horrible/stupid choices about how to go about things in her relationships but somehow she seems to get less spotlight shed on those things. Instead, the responsibility is often shoved the two guys for screwing up, despite either having far more on their plate or a bad home life. Anyways, I've rambled incoherently enough. Hope it brought you some food for thought even if you don't agree with everything.

[shoyosoneandonlywife]

Why is Gintoki's Wooden sword so resilient?

The tenacity of Lake Toya

Before I begin I wanna say that I have a few theories regarding this and after doing some research I would also like to cross over a few other analysis I've seen of this topic as well to provide a wider scope for you.

Fundamentally, we can infer that the reason gintoki switched to using a wooden sword is due to the sword ban imposed as well as his choice to not take lives anymore and would use this sword as a way to immobilise or injure his oppenents without necessary killing them, unless the situation becomes dire.

Originally, it was mentioned and I quote that his wooden sword is, "created from a ten-thousand-year-old tree from an unknown planet. The sword wields the power to cut through anything like metal swords, boulders, and even a meteor." So from, this my analysis can be cut short since it clears the question of how a wooden sword is able to be used efficiently even in battle.😭😭

However, lake toya has been broke multiple times throughout gintama, so this contradicts this so called origin of Lake toya. Moreover, It was also shown how Gintoki had come in possession of Lake toya by simply ordering it online and requesting for lake toya to be inscribed on it after he had previously broken his wooden sword. So going by that, I would like to base my analysis on the theory that his sword is simply an ordinary wooden sword.

Moving on from the creation of it, I would mainly like to focus on how an ordinary tool is able to be used even against the most formidable enemies with iron swords, the alien masses, and even against the final boss and considerably the strongest man on the planet, Utsuro. All of which Gintoki had fought with his lake toya while they had actual swords with them. Which should have been disadvantageous to gintoki, yet he was still able to go toe to toe with his opponents.

So how does he do it? Eventually I would relate it back to his unyielding spirit, but before that we would need to look through some other of his traits as well.

Gintoki's past:

His parents are unknown, and as far as we know, when he was a child, the war was still ongoing. And he wandered around the battlefields, swiping food from the dead soldiers and even using one of their swords as a defence. From this, I can assume that he had no safety or a sheltered life due to his mystery of family and lineage, and no protection from anyone.

He can be seen as a child who was outcast and left to fend for himself. Due to which his way of life was that he had grown accustomed to because there was nobody ready to guide him, up until shoyo had met him. Which shows how similar, Shoyo and Gintoki's beginnings had been.

So right from the get go he had been able to adapt to protecting himself from any sort of person opposing or posing a threat to him, as seen in a part where he immediately jumps away from Shoyo and draws a sword that is much bigger than himself to defend with ease. Which is surprising for a kid who I assume was less than 10 years old at the time.

Thus, due to his solitude he had been put in a situation where it was a survival of the fittest which led to him being able to wield a sword, albeit with inexperience yet enought strength to defend himself, even as a child. Due to his peculiar environment for growing, he had cultivated a good sense for survival as well as unimaginable strength and adaptability for a mere child.

This laid the groundwork for him to be able to be one of Shoyo's disciples, someone who is considered unbeatable till the end, and hone his already blooming skills in a more knwoeldagble environment with a guide to aid in his journey of becoming a genius swordsman.

After training under Yoshida Shoyo for years, who he had himself called a monster and was unable to beat. He was bound to expand his skillset and strength to a higher than ordinary level automatically, paired with his natural talent.

As Gintoki had said himself as a kid to shoyo, that he was able to win over any opponent, young or old, but only up until he had met shoyo.(And afterwards takasugi as well given that they both had an almost equal amount of wins and losses against each other).

So from the very base itself, given the way Gintoki had started off in this world, he can be considered a naturally gifted man in this aspect or was forced to cuktivate these skills much sooner than normal. And since he had the right conditions to be taught in and improve his skills, he continued to go on to become a formidable warrior in the joui war, and even afterwards, right until edo had settled into peace again after the silver soul arc.

So ranging from him being forced to adapt to survive and cultivating a strength that is higher than average as a young child, to being able to have the chance to hone his abilities under arguable the strongest swordsman in the country. It gives him the perfect environment to expand his abilities to his maximum potential. And grow into a genius of swordplay and various other combat.

"For the capable, even a blade of grass can be used as a weapon" is saying which means that, for a person that is strong and competent, they will be able to use anything that is available to him at the moment. Gintoki is a perfect example of this saying.

This is given with how he is able to hold his ground and even win against his enemies with a mere sword made of wood, while going up against opponents with the same level or even much more brute strength or skills than him with the higher chance of being killed off in a fight. Even though his opponent may not lose their life due to his bluntness of his sword.

However, in the hands of this great warrior, he is very much capable of killing them. But yet he makes the choice not to. (Of course, there are exceptions like aliens and that guy from the grim reaper arc I forgot his name woops)

In short, due to his strong mind and body, he is even able to use a wooden sword with ease as his strength stems from his very own spirit and physical prowess, rather than the weapon itself. It falls in line with the saying, "it is the wielder who makes the weapon strong."

Shiroyasha:

As we know, the definition of Shiroyasha is the white demon. White is to refer to his silver hair and white outfit he wore during the war, a every odd choice given the bloodshed. Yasha can also refer to the term Yaksha, where it means demon, which can also be described as oni and asura.All that points back to the basis of supernatural beings.

The reason as to his moniker is due to his impressive display as a warrior/swordsman as well as his remarkable capabilities. He had dominanted the battlefield due to his talent and fantastic skills, which earned him the name as his skillset had been so great it was considered inhumane/superhuman. As anything we see to be incredibly amazing or talented, we tend to calm them a beast at it or something like that.

From where I'm from when a person displays an immense amount of talent, we usually call them as a someone who is a supernatural being/possesses a demonic skillset within them as a compliment to show how their output crosses the ordinary level of expertise. Or to give it another title would be that they are superhuman.

He was considered to have the prowess of a deity on the battlefield which earned him fear and respect as well as being infamously known as this mighty swordsman participating in the war along his friends.

Even after the war, his friends had still kept actual swords in their possessions despite the sword ban, while Gintoki was the one who changed his sword to lake toya and rebranded the way he was from Shiroyasha to Yorozuya Ginchan. Yet he was still held to be as equally tough as his fellow friends he grew up with despite the change in weaponry.

This blatantly points to how his physical, mental, AND even through his soul, he had still remained robust and adept despite his exterior of being a lazy man.

From his childhood all the way till his adulthood, throught all adversities and struggles to survive, Gintoki had prevailed. And the fundamental reason for him to be able to pass all these obstacles despite his disadvantages, is his very soul itself.

His steadfastness and will to thrive(to live somehow) is what kept him alive on the battlefield as a child, wandering around corpses and scarcely able to gather food.

His unyielding soul is what had made him able to be mentored under the strongest man in the world and one of the most incredibly skilled swordsman, maybe even the best of that time, and take after his legacy of monstrous strength and genius craft.

All of this attributes to his willpower and his inner strength stemming from his strong-minded resolve as well as a pure and unbreakable soul that refuses to back down in the face of trouble, and even death.

To be able to withstand or even flourish in the environment controlled by a man so powerful like Yoshida Shoyo right from the get go, in Gintoki's case(excluding other memebers of shoka sonjuku as they have different strenghts and talents) only gintoki's bizarre growth and backstory had been able to prepare him for the upcoming events of training and evolving his body and power of his throughout hsi training and improving as well after Yoshida Shoyo had been arrested/executed.

Gintoki's Swordsmanship:

Despite the nature of his soul, how the hell does it empower a wooden sword? Maybe it still remains an ordinary sword, or Gintoki is very well versed in swordplay that he is able to determine the weak points of a person or where exactly he can spar with an iron sword considering it's vulnerable points or any other variety of a sword while not breaking his own weaponry.

It is nearly impossible, but if he is observant enough, he may just be able to pull it off, Gintoki is canoncially a beast at swordplay, so I wouldn't be surprised if that was so. In the end, like I had mentioned before, it is the wielder that determines how the weapon will perform.

But that may only take him so far, against brute strength his lake toya will break. So what then? His confidence in himself and unwillingness to back down from a fight despite the odds and high chances of losing already display that he is ready to face the extremes in order to protect and overcome.

I would sound cheesy, but people that have the hearts to overcome any adversity are already incredibly powerful and adept in my mind. Gintoki himself, with the amount of struggles and trauma and loss of loved ones he has faced in his life, still refuses to let his soul break. And that energy, that tenacity, is what I think is reflected in his trusty sword as well.

The hardships of Gintoki,Katsura and Takasugi faced are immense that it drove one of them to mercilessly kill for a certain period of time(for his own ambitions that are revealed later on) and Katsura to resort to terrorism to battle the shortcomings of the current monarchy.

However, Gintoki had taken such a turn from the rest of them that he had simply settled down and opened up a job for freelancing. Despite his calm and relaxed demeanour, I would call him an absolute beast that chooses to sleep. This line itself is mentioned in gintama if I recall.

But since he's such a goat, he knows when to act accordingly to the situation needed. You need to fight your longtime friend to get him to stop? You got it? You need to fight some mf from another planet to save yoshiwara? You got it? You gotta defeat an evil master to help a friend of yours? You got it. You have to defeat your resurrected master or else he'll destroy the world? You got it.

And what astounds me the most out of all of this is that in need of the situation he could have, by all means, switched to an actual sword for combat. But he didn't, he stayed true to himself, true to his heart and soul, his idea to not take a life anymore but rather fight to protect what's his. No matter how dangerous the situation was, it is what truly makes Gintoki stand out as a wonderful and unique lead.

(I would like to clarify in the final fight of silver soul, technically Utsuro's consciousness channeling thru Takasugi's body didn't realise at the time that he was dying, as in Takasugi was already injured gravely and would have died either way if his wounds had not been treated, or maybe even if they were treated he would die, due to Oboro's ashes and Utsuro's immortal blood he was able to sustain for a certain time.

Yet as stated in silver soul, he had already died and was now running out of time. So I can say that Gintoki(alongside takasugi) defeated Utsuro, or Takasugi's body. But he didn't necessarily play a part in killing him. Even if Gintoki had not fought him, Takasugi would have died anyway)😭😭😭

(Arcs like benizakura are the exception as he had to use a specifically made sword to defeat the sword rather than the wielder itself) Another example is towards the end of the grim reaper arc

Lake Toya's Strength:

As much as I have discussed how lake toya was able to hold its ground against actual swords and other weaponry, we should also look at how it was able to overpower other swords. One example is below

HELLO??? LAKE TOYA LITERALLY BROKE AN IRON SWORD??? THIS IS FROM THE TAKASUGI VS GINTOKI FIGHT BTW.

NOW WE CAN THINK "HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE????" Gintoki may be able to use his strength and cleverness to his advantage when fighting against an opponent with stronger weaponry, but how did he BREAK it. In this fight can see takasugi slowly going into a breakdown and revelling in the past and his trauma during his fight against gintoki, taking out all of his rage on Gin and blaming him for somewhat of the pain caused.

And yet Gintoki had held strong and proclaimed that no matter what he will protect the soul of Shoka Sonjuku and bring back Takasugi with him as his loved one that he learnt together with, atleast as a fellow student of his loved teacher, Yoshida Shoyo.

Even though he went through as much struggle and damage as Takasugi, he still refused to become purely destructive and strive to protect rather than conquer or destroy the world where Shoka Sonjuku had existed.

At the very least, if not the world, atleast the soul and sanctity of Shoka Sonjuku and their teacher. Takasugi had shown the broken sides of him, unhealed and agonized, while Gintoki, even though not fully recovered, just like Sugi, had still wanted to try and overcome his past. No matter how difficult it seemed.

That mighty spirit of his is what had enabled him to break Takasugi's sword, as Takasugi was slowly metling with a breakdown and was gradually losing focus as well. Giving into his own sorrows and rushing into ending Gintoki? Ending the fight? Ending his suffering? It may be none or all idk.

Thus, Gintoki's unyielding spirit and refusal to give up is what enabled him to overpower Takasugi in that fight and literally break his sword(which can symbolise how he broke his endless cycle of trying to destroy or self destruct) and save him. His affection and need to protect his fellow schoolmates, his loved ones, his friends, his school, his master's legacy, his lessons, his ideals.

All of this combined with his unwillingness to let it die, let it perish, is what let him win the fight, and ultimately and importantly commit the impossible act of breaking an actual sword with a mere wooden lake toya.

Another remarkable feat of his is when he had broken a sword with his TEETH(Oboro vs Gintoki), this aspect can also be categorised under the points I have listed above. And with the additional fact that warriors trained are already on another level of strength(slicing bullets, incredible strength and speed) and tenacity. AND given how he was trained under Yoshida Shoyo, considerably the strongest man on the planet x2. I think we shouldn't be all that surprised by that feat anymore. 😭

This was more of an analysis than a rant im sorry😭😭😭 I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR THOUGHTS ON LAKE TOYA AND THIS🥰🥰

I'll try an edit in more pics in my reblogs as an example or proof later on and add in the links to some posts(they were very short so I think I have already covered the same points as well here briefly). Thank you and I hope you can add onto this meager rant of mine!!

[rosesocietyy]

Brilliant people have said everything that needs to be said about this much much better and I don't got anything substantial to add but I just have to get this off my chest cause y'all I'm still in disbelief

like this is a grown ass person btw oh I simply have to laugh😭

this perfectly exemplifies literally everything cringe af and wrong with these "assigned welcomers". this is just my scapegoat but there are way worse I've seen

First of all, get a job. how, at your fossil age, do you have time to spend all day scrolling through every single iwtv related post and arguing with people who say anything even slightly damning about lestat (which mind you, is literally just objective facts about things he did). I'll dm you a McDonald's application hell I'll even put in a referral for you out of the goodness of my heart.

Second, Lestat is not a real person. he's fake, a made up character, the figment of someone's imagine, non-existent, people hating him will not affect your life in anyway shape or form. He didn't assign you as his PR agent I promise you'll live. "They'll never accept him" ok and?!?

Question, and I'm genuinely asking, is this their first time in a fandom? why is someone having a different opinion about a character they love enough to send them into hysterics like?? 13 year olds on anime twitter have a better grasp on reality that y'all do get a grip!

And like the above posts have talked extensively about, I most definitely noticed whose posts a specific bunch of them love to go under to share their dog shit "explanation" that nobody asked for. When a black person sees Louis being brutalized by his white lover what do you expect their reaction to be? oaur wow this white french slut is so pussy cunt slay period queen? "but louis is flawed too" do you hear yourself? do you listen to yourself when you speak? can you activate the barest hint of brain activity to understand why we would react differently to what we're watching than you would and that knowledge of the source material has nothing to do with it? Just because you read those shitty books and posses no empathy for black people in media doesn't mean you gain some higher understanding of "gothic romance ".

"No but the thing is you don't understand this is a gothic romance and they're supposed to be monsters and lestat has suffered saur much and he's also the real main character so you must love him" so now how exactly does that negate their point about him being an abuser? quickly! sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up when black people are sharing their thoughts on the show cause who the fuck are you fr and what convinced you that you have the right to argue with them about THEIR experiences. that tweet that said white people act like God left them in charge, yeah.

Funny enough, half the people that are so gung ho about him now didn't even fw him at all when they only read the first book. wow it's almost like you were allowed to sort out your feelings about him on your own without insects disguised as people in your mentions calling you slow for not licking his feet.

I despise so much in this fandom. From the bottom of my heart I really truly do. I don't know what I was expecting, I guess more common sense and maturity because the average age in the fandom is quite high compared to other fandoms I've been in but nah, just mfs screaming and crying bc ppl don't jump up and down and scream yipee! everytime their white fav commits abhorrent, disgusting crimes.

I was so caught up in the euphoria of an anne rice property finally being given to skilled creators who'll pick it apart and say something poignant with it that for a moment, I forgot I lived in a world where majority of its audience would sadly be the anne rice crowd.

[dr-futbol-blog]

The Storm/The Eye, Pt. 6

Upon hearing that Sheppard managed to cut the power to the gate room and having apparently crippled the Genii strike force, McKay also shifts to a higher gear. He tells Weir that if called upon, she needs to lie for him. He realizes that they need to help Sheppard any way they can, knows that he's not very good at that kind of thing and also knows Weir is a world-class negotiator, so he anticipates what they're going to have to do and makes sure that she knows to do her part.

And even then, when called upon to do it and believing himself a terrible liar ("I'm a terrible bluffer. I've lost small fortunes at poker. Look, my eye twitches, I laugh inappropriately, it's not pretty"), he immediately jumps in to reinforce the lie Weir tells Kolya. All to help Sheppard.

McKay says that he's a terrible liar. He believes that he's a terrible liar. But we see again and again that he can pull it off quite well when it's really needed.*

And Sheppard also seems to be trying to help them (or him, thinking Weir is dead), managing to cut power to the grounding station, too. It's possible that this was motivated by his belief that the Genii would need McKay to fix it and hence continue keeping him around and therefore alive. You can see that while McKay was having real trouble bluffing, as soon as the power is cut, he's able to use the truth much better to stall the Genii. Like Sheppard actually did help him, unwittingly, to do something he wasn't able to do without his help.

Again, it's very noticeable that when Kolya tells his people to "take Sheppard with overwhelming force" when their reinforcements arrive, he is looking directly at McKay.

Why? Why does keep looking at McKay every time he mentions Sheppard? What possible reason would he have to do that if not to gauge his reaction to Sheppard's name being spoken? To let him know through a look that he better not try any funny business because they're going to get the Major sooner or later. He's looking at McKay when he says this even though Weir was the one just lying to his face.

Also noticeable: we keep getting shots of Sheppard doing his little commando routine, and he seems extremely focused. Not upset, not mourning, not enraged. Focused. He is executing a strategy methodically. He also has the life signs detector on him the whole time and keeps glancing at it. While he's using it to look at the whereabouts of Genii soldiers, the fact that he cut power to the grounding station suggests that he had a pretty good idea that one of the three dots there was likely McKay. Keeping an eye on him the only way he knew how. If the Genii were able to discern which life sign was Sheppard earlier, it follows that Sheppard likely would have been able to discern which dot is Rodney, especially having much more experience using it.

This is lampshaded by the conversation Ford and Beckett have in the jumper bay:

Ford: Life signs detector. Beckett: These wee dots don't tell us much about who's who. How do we know which one's the major? Ford: He'll be the dot getting rid of the other dots.

Ford knows his commanding officer. But Sheppard also knows McKay. As we've seen, he knows McKay well enough to anticipate his actions.

This, again, is lampshaded later in the episode as Beckett tells Ford: "I really only have a basic understanding of how Rodney and his team configure the power." Sheppard may or may not be more intelligent than Beckett, we're never really shown or told either way. Sheppard is not a mechanical engineer. But he's still able to figure out exactly how McKay has set up the generators probably because watching McKay work is like his favourite pastime.

Sheppard then kills fifty five (55) people by lowering the shield as the Genii company are attempting to enter. Fifty five actual human beings.

Pop quiz: did he do this a) to avenge the death of an authority figure (as a man with a known problem with authorities) he was ready to send to another galaxy in the previous episode and whose presence he had largely ignored returning from his earlier mission and in Rodney's lab earlier or b) to save a man he hand-picked for his team, who has saved his life at least twice, who he keeps talking about to other people, whose company he seeks out in his free time, he can't stop looking at, is physically drawn to, whose abilities he has blind faith in, who he has observed keenly enough to be able to anticipate his actions, who he keeps poking good-natured fun at, expects to finish his sentences, and is a vital asset to the entire mission?

I wonder.

Anyway, again something Sheppard does makes Kolya turn to McKay:

Kolya: Tell her the procedure! McKay: I can't! I don't know what he's done! Kolya: Tell her! McKay: Well, he must have entered his own personal command code! Kolya: What is it? McKay: I don't know! Weir: Only Sheppard would know it! McKay: Trust me – I'm not that brave! I would help you if I could!

That's what he says. Earlier, he told us that he's a terrible bluffer so he must be telling the truth here, right? But it doesn't seem like Sheppard did anything particular to the shield besides raising it. We are later told that he entered a code to lock the gate but raising the shield was a simple task operated by the pushing of a single button they stumbled onto as one of the first things they ever did upon arriving at Atlantis (and he hardly had time to enter two codes). There is no reason to believe that McKay didn't know exactly how to undo it. When push came to shove, McKay could lie to help Sheppard, and extremely convincingly at that. Note also that McKay already lied about the command codes previously to save Weir's life.

Note also that "trust me" is something often said by liars. McKay tells Kolya, "Trust me, I'm not that brave!" But the entire reveal at the end of the episode is that McKay has been lying about not being able to raise the shield, and he's been lying about this so convincingly that he not only fooled Kolya, he fooled the whole audience. So not only can he lie when he really has to (even when he's being beaten), he can lie well. When the occasion calls for it. And he's doing all of it to save Sheppard. Rodney was just that brave.

Even though he clearly fears for his life, he continues to "feel the fear and do it anyway". Kolya is enraged, having lost a company of men in one fell swoop. He very much wants to take it out on McKay (and note again that he wants to punish McKay for what Sheppard does, like they're an extension of one another).

And McKay is able to save both himself and Weir by again reminding him that they're both needed. This is also a lie, since he's been lying about Weir being needed the whole damn time. He has saved Weir's life several times by now.

And make no mistake, he did that for Sheppard. To help him any way he could.

Even though they are separated, they are both trying to keep the other safe. Just like they did in the Genii home world, the first time Rodney was being held hostage by them along with Sheppard.

Kolya gives in and contacts Sheppard via the intercom. They have the following exchange:

Kolya: Major Sheppard, I have a proposition for you. Sheppard: Kolya, I'm having a hard time keeping up. What's the score again? Kolya: My men have informed me that not only have you disabled some crucial generators but you've stolen key components that make it impossible for them to be restored. Sheppard: Yeah. I did that. Kolya: There are two flaws in your plan. Sheppard: Always open to constructive criticism. Kolya: One: the assumption I would believe you'd rather destroy the city than let it fall to us is childish. Sheppard: Doesn't sound like me.

He's flippant. He's sarcastic. He's antagonizing Kolya, attempting to keep the man's attention on himself rather than on anyone or anything else. He is neither enraged nor mourning the loss of the love of his life, or potential love interest. In fact, this is a direct continuation of the conversation they were having before Kolya threatened Weir and pretended to kill her ("I guess we're even!"). And this is precisely when we return to the topic:

Kolya: Second: if and when I determine Atlantis unsalvageable, Doctors Weir and McKay become obsolete. Sheppard: Weir's alive? Kolya: Doctor McKay was able to make a strong case for keeping her alive. Sheppard: Let me talk to her. Weir: Sheppard! We're both here! Sheppard: It's good to hear your voice. Weir: Yeah, it's good to hear. Kolya: We have less than one hour before the storm hits full force. If the power is not returned to Grounding Station Three within the next ten minutes, Doctor Weir dies. Sheppard: Again, you mean? Kolya: Her death will buy you another ten minutes, after which – should the power still be out – Doctor McKay dies. We will then leave with what we can, and the city will be destroyed.

I want to point out a few things.

While Kolya is trading with Sheppard using the fact that he didn't kill Weir but had only pretended to, he still feels the need to tack on McKay's life into the bargain.

Of course he's happy Weir is alive. Among other things, it means this guy isn't a complete psycho and it might be possible to negotiate with him.

Kolya mentions McKay three goddamn times here.

Weir is real quick to let Sheppard know that McKay is alright, it's like the first thing she does; she clearly understood that he would want to know this and would not be able to directly ask about it. The relief we can hear in this "It's good to hear your voice" is at least partially in response to this. It's good to hear your voice [that just told me McKay is alright].

He's real flippant about the possibility of Weir dying again here.

McKay's life is still the final bargaining chip, still the thing Kolya seems to think Sheppard cares the most about.

The phrase "Doctors" Weir and McKay again presents them as a package deal.

And once more, while he's able to joke about Weir dying again, it's threatening McKay's life that seems to really agitate Sheppard:

Sheppard: Well, that's not enough time! Kolya: If you don't mind destroying Atlantis, stay where you are for the next twenty minutes, starting now.

That is when he steps into action. Twenty minutes, starting now.

Continued in Pt. 7

.* And, as discussed previously in connection with the Rodney from the alternative timeline, lying is especially necessary when you're a civilian gay dude working in a military environment where your peers are going to need your help upholding DADT. You would learn to lie like a pro. Never mind that he's likely also lied to himself for most of his life. But Rodney, big brother Rodney that comes from a dysfunctional family, definitely lies really well when he's doing it to protect someone other than himself.

[gemsofthegalaxy]

I've seen a few posts of folks expressing anger with Stolas for being so upset that Blitz has such a "low opinion" of him, because, from the audience's perspective like... duh. Stolas has been very ignorant of his own relationship to power and class, is dismissive of imps other than Blitz and condescending towards Blitz himself sometimes, too.

buut imo part the reason why he is so upset is that, well, in some ways he genuinely does not realize how dismissive and rude he's been. He was taught to consider himself better than others and isolated even within his higher station. which sucks, but everyone does have to start from somewhere.

and, hey, he managed to come to the conclusion on his own that holding Blitz's livelihood in exchange for sex is not great- I tend to believe he originally didn't put a ton of thought into it and, because of their reintroduction, thought that Blitz was just as keen to jump into bed on a regular basis as he was. But, for one reason or another, over time, it's dawned on him that the transactional nature of their relationship is not only stifling and preventing them from developing something more deep and real, it's wrong.

I don't think he's quite extended the same level of thought into how he treats everyone, though. Blitz has always been an exception, someone he cares enough to put that thought into, and it still took him a while to turn it over in his head enough to see the truth of the situation

Should it be on Blitz, then, to start pointing out that there were flaws not only in how Stolas was treating Blitz, but how Stolas treats imps in general? Well, ideally, no, probably not. That's some heavy emotional labour (for a guy already completely allergic to emotions) and shouldn't be put on the partner of someone more privileged than themselves to do

However, Blitz does in fact like Stolas, he actually has feelings for him (believe it or not lol) and I think if he dug deeep, deep down (waaaaay down) he'd come to the conclusion that he wants to be with Stolas in a romantic relationship. And they should probably, together, choose to address some of the elephants in the room. The thing is, I'd be hard-pressed to figure out how else Stolas is going to learn because, well, it's not like he has any other friends and the other Ars Goetia would just reaffirm that he should disregard imps, because they genuinely believe they're better than them and would have no interest in unlearning privileges; at least Stolas has a fighting chance.

Now, I'm eager to see, and maybe a tiny bit worried about, how this is all gonna shake out. I wonder if they're really gonna pull off Stolas genuinely learning he's done wrong and righting said wrongs over time. But, they baked the class stuff into the premise, so it's going to have to be addressed somehow! Maybe Ozzie and Fizz could point some stuff out to him? It would be better, if it was not all left up to Blitz to bring it up.

(and, I do have a feeling it will be easier than realistically it probably should be, lol, for Stolas to go "oh shit" and then right most of his behaviours as the show goes on. It's really hard to say, exactly, how this will progress though)

[helyiios]

Benji relapsing and Ethan finding him

TW : drug abuse, semi-detailed description of someone shooting meth into his body.

There's a weird sort of thrill every time he takes out a clean needle from his medicine cabinet. A thrill that wasn't subsided by the adrenaline of his last mission, the one that had gone so horribly wrong he still wondered how he'd made it out alive. Serves him right for being part of Ethan's team. 

He knows the guy, actually. Not—not Ethan. His dealer. He knows his dealer. Back when he'd settled in the neighborhood he'd seen him around at the 24/7 shop, had spotted that deliriously addictive white powder dangling from his hands and it had taken tremendous self-control to not run up to him and beg him for some. 

Tonight was different, though. Tonight he felt hollow, he felt hollow but also so horribly excited, and he doesn't know why. 

There's around ten thousand things he wants to do, jump in the air, scream, bite, shoot, hurt someone, hurt himself—

He knows that if he goes by the razors, he might not be able to regulate it, and he doesn't want to risk it. The white powder was the second best option, and as he stares at the small and transparent packet he'd retrieved earlier, he's almost relieved he's so used to it. It's empty now, relocated into a small glass, dissolved into water.

He hasn't actually touched it since he'd joined the IMF. But then again, back then he hadn't had to watch a psychopath tie a rope around his neck and tighten his grip, tighten it so hard he'd struggled and struggled and passed out—had he died, for a few seconds ?—before being set free by his teammate. The rope burns are still here, yellow and purple and dark blue and red, an odd canvas on his usually pale skin, shaped like disgusting veins and choking him whole. 

He presses his warm compress to his arm—he's used to it, it's like riding a bike, really it is. He knows his good arm is his left, because that's the one where his veins pop out the best. They were ever the more visible now that he actually had muscles over there. The next step is always a little more annoying, because he's not and has never been good at tying things. He does his best with his tie though, stares at it for a few seconds.

Is this how Lane had felt, when he'd gone over his neck ? What the feeling that...pleasing ?

He tightens it.

The syringe is right besides him, and it doesn't take him very long for him to retrieve his little glass of diluted powder and to gently place the end of the needle inside it.

He pulls up. Not air bubbles.

Damn, he smiles. He's good. 

He places the small needle into the most prominent vein the corner of his eye can catch, his chest so full and his eyes so, so wide.

Just once, he thinks. C'mon. Just once, to help with the pain in my neck. 

Just this time. Then I'll stop again. I've done it once, right ? I can do it again.

He grins, and then he laughs. He laughs softly, gently almost. 

Then a little louder. A little higher. Before he knows it he's downright cackling. 

He's laughing and it feels good, it feels good because he's on the cold floor of his bathroom and the lights are bright and white, and he's alive and he feels so good. 

I missed that feeling, he thinks again, going to fill the syringe once more. Just one more time. 

It was exhilarating. He can actually spot his old injecting points, some not crossed out by the blade of his razor, and for some reason it's fucking hilarious to him. He's just so fucking happy right now that he could die. 

What a way to go, wouldn't it ? To die so happy, so cheerful, what a fucking way to go. 

It was expensive, comes his next deliberation. It'd be a shame to just flush it down the loo, wouldn't it ?

He grabs his syringe again, doesn't even notice his missed spots and the blood trickling down his arm. He wipes it off mindlessly, still cackling, almost stabbing himself as his fingers and hands were less and less steady. 

It hurts a bit, this time. 

He doesn't know how long he's stayed seated, because all of a sudden he's on his feet and his swinging his fists in some pretend-boxing way, picturing Lane in front of him, a gleeful expression scaring his face. 

You didn't fucking get me, he singsongs, no matter how much you'll try, you can't get rid of me ! And someday, I'll get rid of you. 

He's in his living room now, downing a can of Coke before—shit, he should've gotten some coke at well. 

FUCK ! he screams out, slamming the can so hard it explodes, he should've thought about getting coke !

Why was he so fucking stupid all the fucking time ?! Huh ?! Why couldn't he just fucking get things right ?!

His head's spinning quite a bit, and he's not too sure if the TV had always been on that side of the room—hadn't it been on the left, near the book—wait, he closes his eyes, rubs them so hard he's afraid they might pop, wait, this wasn't how his flat had been designed. Had it ? No, he'd remember...

He collapses on his sofa with a scream, something between a joyful yell and a frustrated groan.

He needs to punch something, there's an excess of energy he can't quite get rid off, he picks at his skin and the unhealed scars, scratches his arms and thighs, his chest, there's a buzzing in his body that he can't seem to shake off, God, why does he feel so fucking restless ? 

Lane's staring at him.

He shrieks.

Lane's staring and walking towards him but his eyes are too big and too blue, his hands—his fingers are so sharp that he can't even recognise them, his teeth are like fangs and he's walking, walking, step by step, so he jumps on his sofa and shrieks, shrieks, shrieks, tells him to stay away, to not come closer, he needs help, he needs—

He stumbles off the sofa and crawls to where his phone is, slams the buttons as quick as he can, looks up his contact list—FUCK his dealer, he'll fucking kill that guy, where the fuck is he, God, and Lane—Lane, he can see a distorted smile on his face and he's so fucking scared, he screams out, don't fucking try it, I have a gun, I have a fucking gun, I'll fucking shoot—

[Baby ?] comes a very clear voice from his speaker, [are you okay ?]

"He's going to fucking kill me Ethan," he hears himself scream, "he's here, he's—I've seen—he—" 

[Wow, hey, wh—who's here ?] the other man asks suddenly, and he hears a weird sort of rustling over the line, [Benji ?]

"LANE !" he yells, "Lane's here, and he wants to fuck with me and kill me, you ne—I—fucki—help, you need to hel—" 

[Don't leave your flat. I'm coming.]

"But Ethan, he's going to murder me !" he protests and he can hear the sobs breaking through his voice, "I don't wanna die, I'm scared, I'm scared, I don—"

[Don't. move.]

The call ends and he stares at his phone in pure anger, how dares he hang up on him ? Were they not fucking lovers ? How could he just fucking do that, he'll hurt him, he'll kill him—he throws the phone on the floor before letting himself fall to the ground and grab it again, only for him to slam it times and times again against the tiles, screeching louder and louder with every hit, fuck you Ethan he want to say, I'll fucking kill you ! 

There's a breeze against his neck and he's too scared to move, too scared to turn around so he stays there, eyes wide and pupils blown, breathes but not too loud, stares at the shards in his scarred and bleeding hand, lifts it up to his face, almost going crosseyed at it. 

Lane's behind him, someone's behind him and he's going to die at any instant so he tenses and takes it in, waits for the horrific pain to come, waits, waits, 

Wait. 

"BENJI !" 

The steps coming up to him are definitely louder than they should be because he winces at the noise, only turning around when he hears Ethan's familiar voice calling out for him.

"Benji, wh—FUCK !" 

He stares up at Ethan and offers him a wonky smile, mouth contorted in some twisted and sickened grin.

"What did you do," the other man breathlessly asks, looking at his surroundings in pure horror, "is that—"

"I wanted—to—I wanted a break," he pants, "a break from my neck so I thought—I thought—" 

"Benji, what did you take," Ethan growls, crouching so they were at eye level, "please, tell what you took." 

"Just—just meth, diluted ? I—" he breathes erratically, his heart is going so fast it's hard to catch up, "I wanted—I forgot to ask for coke, so I just—I took—" 

"What way, did you—oh, fuck," and it's the most he's heard Ethan swear, ever. He's looking at his arms and at the smeared blood and there's something like dread that's draining the colours in his face. "You shot yourself with meth." 

"Yeah ? Like the good old times," he snorts, finally letting go of his phone, letting what was left of it clatter on the floor, "I thought—it just—" 

"I'm taking you to a hospital," Ethan says, voice frightened, "we need to go, now." 

"But—but Solo—Solomon Lane, he's—" 

"Up," the other man says, grabbing him so he could rest most of his bodyweight against his chest, "okay, good, stay with me, stay with me, my car's just a few meters away." 

"No, no, Lane's going to to follow us, he's going to k—“

"Lane's not here, Benji," Ethan replies, as calmly as his panicked state allows him to be, "you're high, and you're at a high risk of overdosing, so I'm tak—hey, no, stay awake, stay with me !" he yells as the other's eyelids dropped, "BENJI !" 

"Awake, awake ! Jesus fuck mate, I'm so cold."  

"I'm—it's going to be okay," Ethan breathes out, "it'll be fine, just stay with me okay ? I'm taking you to a hospital to—God, fuck, Benji. FUCK !" 

"Sorry," the younger man can only say. "Sorry." 

His body goes limp. 

[bananacorn-limeade]

1961's The WORLD of ICE and FIRE

I'm going to do it. I'm going to self-indulge!

The Roger Corman ASOIAF production post is mostly just a novelty, but since I'm me, I have a lot of FEELINGS and OPINIONS about this cast. Naturally.

Anyway. Here's how well I think the actors in my post would play their roles, from worst to best.

#19, Worst: John Ashley as Robb Stark

You know how Ben Affleck has a face that knows about emails? John Ashley has a face that knows about sock hops. Woefully miscast.

#18: Tor Johnson as Gregor Clegane

God love the big guy, but I've only ever seen him make this face. Also, despite his repertoire of roles suggesting otherwise on paper, he just doesn't seem like a mean guy.

#17: John Agar as Jaime Lannister

Another terrible choice. The only reason he's not ranked as worst is because his soulless performance would make viewers interpret Jaime as an absolutely irredeemable sociopath, which at least would be... uh, interesting, I guess.

#16 Robert Reed as Renly Baratheon

Renly, but only if he was the most boring Baratheon. Go ahead, try to picture Reed eating a peach. You can't.

#15 Dawn Bender as Arya Stark

Aw, she'd try. But I feel like her attempts at Arya's fire would mostly come off as petulance.

#14 Richard Carlson as Ned Stark

Sorry, what? I fell asleep for a minute there.

#13 June Kenney as Daenerys Targaryen

Kenney would try her level best, but you know Corman would do a terrible job incorporating her storyline with the main plot, so she wouldn't have much to do except lounge around on mildly offensive orientalist sets and talk to her force-perspective dragon puppets. (Stop-motion you say? What, you think American International is made of money?)

#12 Dolores Faith as Sansa Stark

Again, no knock to Faith, but as with Daenerys, I think a 1961 production would flatten Sansa's character away to nothing. She'd get to pine and wear some nice dresses.

#11 Anthony Dexter as Petyr Baelish

This guy can play oily like nobody's business (check him out in 1962's Married Too Young), but 5D-chess-level deviousness might be beyond him.

#10 Michael Dunn as Tyrion Lannister

Full disclosure: I'm plopping him in the middle because I've never seen him in anything! The only little person I've personally seen in Corman's movies is Billy Barty (playing an actual, literal imp), and Dunn was someone I found who was said to play much meatier roles. In general, I think the depth of Tyrion's character would seriously challenge 1960s casting directors who were used to casting little people in jokey roles or as something less than human. One of many problems they'd have with the source material, no doubt.

#9 Lon Cheney Jr. as Sandor Clegane

Here's another actor who would do the best with what he was given - which would be an essentially empty role. This Sandor would be a beast used only for jump scares, with too much rubber over his face to ever show an emotion.

#8 Glen Langan as Stannis Baratheon

Langan would be serious, but dull, with lots of droning sermonizing. In other words, perfect. Still boring though.

#7 Basil Rathbone as Tywin Lannister

Who better to play a role totally owned by Charles Dance than an actor who's even Charles Dancier? The only reason I'm not ranking this legend higher is because I do think he'd kind of sleepwalk through this role, especially at this stage in his career.

#6 Raymond Burr as Robert Baratheon

The future Mr. Perry Mason was damn good at playing hard-drinking, prowly, "beastly" men. See him in this fabulous trailer for 1951's Bride of the Gorilla (spoiler: Burr is the gorilla). Of course, for this production, he'd be about 10 years on from that virile role, but that's perfectly on brand for Bobby B.

#5 Michael Landon as Jon Snow

Landon's tortured James Dean era would be a great fit for angsty goth teen Jon, though he might have trouble keeping his feelings as hidden as Jon does.

#4 Allison Hayes as Melisandre

Should she be ranked this high? Eh, maybe not, but this woman is a goddamn B-movie bombshell goddess. Her Red Woman would be a little less mysterious, sure, but her perfectly arched eyebrows and bullet bra would do R'hllor proud all the same.

#3 Marie Windsor as Catelyn Stark

They didn't call her Queen of the B's for nothing. Windsor always did great with roles that call for strength and verve. She'd be a fantastic Cat, and - dare I dream it - an even better Lady Stoneheart.

#2 Jack Nicholson as Theon Greyjoy

Now this would be fun. If baby Jack Nicholson had half the presence and charisma he would show in later movies, his Theon would be legendary.

#1 Coleen Gray as Cersei Lannister

If I can get Tumblr to understand one thing, it's how much Coleen Gray would absolutely eat in the role of Cersei. She's beautiful. She's a schemer. She's a helpless victim. She's back for revenge. I challenge anyone to watch her insane, murderous, fierce, gorgeous, duplicitous performance in 1960's otherwise pretty terrible The Leech Woman and not come to the same conclusion. I'm serious. There would be no survivors. 👑

[tokiro07]

Redid the character sorter without copping out with "I like both" or "no opinion" and with the recent revelation that Gina is my current favorite (until someone else gets development that shoots them up to the top)

Gina, obviously

Fuuko. She's easily the best female protagonist, and even one of the best protagonists period that I've ever seen in Jump, so gun to my head, I couldn't really say I like anyone else more than her right now

Andy, obviously right behind Fuuko

Isshin/Haruka. I realized that my insistence that Isshin is my favorite came pretty much entirely from the shock value of the reveal of her design, and while her personality and development have been pretty solid so far, she hasn't gotten to do as much as I'd like her to while other characters have continued to evolve. Right now, she's as high as she is out of fondness, but I have to accept that she can continue to fall down the ranks if she doesn't get a killer scene soon

Feng. The amount of growth and change he had since the first half of the series was so phenomenal that I can't help loving this guy, and the realization that there's still room for him to grow more makes him an easy top 5

Sean. Similar to Feng, except he seems to have done most of his development already. The gap also wasn't as huge since he was barely present in the first place, but the flip from being absolutely unlikable to one of my favorites can't be understated

Anno Un. Similar to Isshin, Anno Un's lack of involvement in the story has made it difficult for me to maintain my enthusiasm for the character that I initially had. The small part of the story that he's actually involved in is great, certainly enough to hold him in the top 10, but there's a lot of room for other characters to overtake him

Billy

Nico. Honestly could have gone either way between him and Billy, I think right now it's just that Billy's arc is more interesting, but Nico has plenty of room to climb the ranks

Rip

Latla, right behind Rip of course, but she could have jumped above him easily

Julia

Tatiana

Juiz. Not sure how Juiz fell below Julia. It never asked me to pit them against each other, I think it might be because it pitted them both against Tatiana? Funny how that works, I like Tatiana more than Juiz, Juiz more than Julia, but Julia more than Tatiana? I guess my criteria for comparing them was different

Shen

Void. Huge jump from last time, this feels a lot more appropriate for him

Mui. I do feel like she should be above Void, though, but it's close enough that I'm not worried about it

Phil. Baby boy, baby

Top. I expect his stocks to rise with the current arc, but I'm still not super attached

Victor. He's lower than I think he should be this time given how interesting his story is, but I think the criteria I was going with may have hampered his chances (I was going for a "sparks joy" metric)

Chikara. I actively tried to make him higher than last time by remembering his character arc and not just considering how little I care for his design (he's a bit too plain for me)

Yusai. Everyone past this point has so little development that it almost completely came down to either how cute/pretty they were or how funny they were, and Yusai's pretty and silly

Creed. Not cute or funny, but he's pretty cool

Tella. Pretty boy, strong yaoi energy with Billy, needs more screen time

Bunny. Baby girl, baby

Ichico. Pretty lady, fun dynamic with Nico, but hasn't done quite enough on her own to stick out in my mind as a character

Enjin. Nice short arc, but I think we need more of him to really endear me to him

Kururu. I expect her to rocket up once we get to know her better, but for now, her lack of characterization and screen time holds her back

Ruin. Does not spark joy, deserves to be down at the bottom until he pulls a Feng and becomes the number one Fuuko simp, then he'll probably jump to at least top 15

[overlyimmersed]

Fireworks

Maranwe had saved Helbram from dying at the hand of their best friend, and by some miraculous force he'd even been healed. But shortly after the healing light had washed over the capital Helbram had collapsed again. Nervous about being vulnerable in a human settlement, Maranwe hid Helbram in a tree hollow in some nearby woods.

Maranwe jumps and gives a squeaky yelp as the sound of an explosion shatters the evening quiet. Though her initial reaction had been to tuck into a ball, she quickly recovers and rushes to the hollow's entrance intent on putting herself between danger and her barely conscious friend.

Though when she gets there, she gasps and freezes, completely stunned by what she sees.

Colors.

Colored lights in the sky like rainbow lightning, bathing everything in sight in brilliant hues with each explosion.

"Wow… What…" she breathes to herself.

"Fireworks." a weak answer comes from behind her, causing her to start a little and look over her shoulder. It hadn't come to mind that the explosions would have woken Helbram.

"Fireworks." she parrots. An old familiar response that makes his chest feel warm. "That's fireworks!?" she says in realization, before whipping her head back around to watch them. "I've heard of them, heard the explosions before but I've never…seen them…"

He stares at her for a long second, watching the fireworks intermittently color the edges of her silhouette. How do you hear fireworks but never see them… That confusion mixes with a hazy memory from the other day. She'd been…doing something… he can't really recall what it was, but she was looking after him somehow that made her arms close to his face. He noticed lines on her upper forearms. Scars, he's sure. But he hadn't had the presence of mind to question them at the time… And of course there's the holes in her wings that she refuses to explain.

"Where…" he starts slow, as much from wanting to be careful as from his general lethargy, "Where were you all this time…?"

She doesn't answer right away, but he can tell from the twitch in her wings that she heard him. After a moment's silence she turns completely around a face him, a less than convincing smile plastered on her face, and rocks on her heals before walking back to his side.

"Oh, don't worry about that right now," she says gently as she settles down on the floor next to him and brushes a strand of hair from his face. "you should focus on feeling better." she's clearly dodging the question, but it's not exactly untrue. As another round of fireworks burst, the higher contrast of light and shadow doesn't exactly make him look any healthier. Though she's not terribly inclined to complain. There's sort of magical feeling about the way the colors wash over him.

Helbram frowns and draws a breath, meaning to insist, but Maranwe cuts him off.

"Is there a festival? I know that's what fireworks are for…" She turns her head to look out the mouth of the hollow. From down on the floor the sky isn't as visible, but she can still see the forest changing colors.

He notices a slightly haunted look to her otherwise neutral expression… None of these pieces really make any sense together. He really does wish she'd just have a serious conversation with him already.

"Yeah." He answers after a moment, "It should be… Liones' founding festival…"

"Founding festival?" she asks, turning to look at him again. He doesn't answer her right away, so she quickly infers that it must wear him out to talk a lot and tries to figure it out herself. "They're…" information flits quickly through her mind as she searches for a reference point. She finds a vague idea relating to fireworks and the word 'founding', though she automatically wants to follow it with 'fathers' and she doesn't know why. Either way, it gives her her reference point. "…Celebrating the anniversary of…when they settled here?" she asks, a more deliberately questioning tone this time.

Helbram smiles a little and gives a nod. She echoes the movement and returns her attention to the forest. She's not really sure how she feels about that idea. Her gut reaction is the think it's stupid. What a dumb thing to celebrate. Then again… why should there even have to be a reason to celebrate? Festivals are fun… probably. The little girls from the family would always tell her it's fun. And she knows what other kinds of celebrations are like and those are fun...

"Maybe it'd be fun…" the idea just sort of slips from her mouth, barely even audible, like she hadn't meant to say it out loud.

Helbram looks at her face again and sees that same haunted look. Why won't she just tell him what happened… Moving isn't easy right now. The last few days he's hardly felt like he has enough energy to lay still nevermind trying to move on his own. Even so he pours effort into moving his hand, just till it brushes against one of hers. She jumps at the unexpected touch, but upon seeing it isn't a snake or something, she takes his hand securely but much too gently too, and returns to watching to forest.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1061 - Initial Thoughts

Okay so

One Piece Chapter 1061 was trending yesterday

A new island is on the horizon, the scales have been cranked up to 11

And yet THIS is the chapter that was trending yesterday? Are we ready? Let's find out

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

I do feel bad for the Germa cover story, we've had so many interruptions from it that people are losing care for it

Whole Cake Island though still looks a wreck from the cake falling apart

Luffy grabs Bonney who comes to, but it turns out something else is below

Should we hum the Jaws theme because that's one hell of a shark

A Shark with Vegapunk's seal on its side!

A metal shark, a Mechashark is you would

Jinbe jumps in to help Luffy and co in the water while Franky takes helm

Bunny themed ship addition...is Oda mocking me over Carrot?

The Shark also has missiles because of course it does

But now the ship has capsized

Jinbe is forced to flee with the trio because of the shark attacking, but when it eyes up the Sunny a giant mech shows up

Ngl, at first I thought this was a new Franky form, it fit the aesthetic, but I can see 'Vega' on the chest and Franky's BF numbers are higher than 12

TASHIGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Girl why weren't you at Wano?

She's still helping the kids, who at least say they are getting smaller

New Marines alert, we've got Punk girl Vice Admiral Doll complaining about Helmeppo, but Tashigi points out that she is worried about Coby too

Helmeppo is in Sword, as is new commander Hibari, who has an informal dialect and calls Coby 'senpai', must be either a fangirl or maybe someone he helped out when she started

Prince Grus seems to be the senior position in this area as Sword Rear Admiral, he's got one hell of a long cap

I swear I've seen his face before too, there's too many messy haired marines

He won't go after Blackbeard's territory, or even send a Seraphim, since it's too dangerous

No word back from Drake huh? That feels important even if it's just a cover story

Bonney girl please...Sanji would murder Im themselves to switch places with Luffy, Jinbe or Chopper

Luffy meanwhile doesn't know her, and while he's fine with learning she's a part of the Supernova it does make sense because he never met her, she met Zoro instead

She also asks about his bounty, which Luffy claims is how he looks when he's 'most free'

I will say though, now that we got a full look at Jinbe shirtless I'm a bit miffed that he doesn't have a huge scar like Luffy did, he got a through and through magma strike through the shoulder shielding Luffy from Akainu after all. Then again he is also missing his Sun Pirates tattoo

Oda using Jinbe to ask the fans' question about Bonney's crew, turns out she came alone, but the shark ate her ship

She at least has one thing in common with Luffy and that's food, but unlike him she knows where we are

Egghead - the island 500 years in the future, and base of Vegapunk

She's here for Vegapunk too, which probably means she's trying to find a way to bring Kuma's mind back

Speaking of, the giant mecha has picked up the Sunny with the crew in it

Caribou's out of the barrel but KO'd, Usopp and Franky are fanning about the mech

Someone comes out disappointed that the shark bot's primal instincts are overriding its purpose

Our jumpsuit lady who speaks like an old person reveals themselves as a genius of the government

She is Dr Vegapunk!

Okay. Well, this is curious

I have no qualms with her being a woman - so don't get it twisted - but I feel like I recall Vegapunk being referred to as an old man, the image we had of Vegapunk long ago in Marineford definitely does not match this design. Is there more at play maybe? Could Vegapunk have cloned themselves or made them younger, or simply had children.

Nevertheless this opens the door for a lot to go down, we're moving from old fashioned Wano to super advanced Egghead. As per tradition we've split the crew as well, but it's interesting that Usopp and Franky get to hang around Vegapunk as they're the Straw Hats' key inventors. I worry about Caribou's presence mind you, lot of ways he can slip out. The dynamics of Luffy and Bonney do have great potential too.

Tashigi's presence was a lovely surprise, no Smoker though which is interesting, he might be back in G5 but I kinda hope he is there too, his Luffy senses could be tingling. I feel like Oda might be getting G-17 involved with the crew in a Punk Hazard kinda way, I'm down for more Zoro and Tashigi bicker flirting ngl. Sword's presence may usher more information about their group and clue Luffy in on Coby's situation. Carrot chances are still super slim, theories that she may be hidden inside Caribou is possible but that's the only possibility, soon as that's debunked I think that's it for my slimmest of hopes sadly.

What do we call the arc though? Egghead Island arc doesn't sound as massive as it intends to be, so I would propose calling it the Vegapunk Arc. True it's contrary to the island naming convention but we did have exceptions for Romance Dawn, Arlong Park, and the Reverie.

Regardless this arc bringing in Vegapunk after so long means we are due a lot of answers, not just about the Doctor themselves but about Devil Fruits and all levels of innovation. Answers however that Oda will make us wait an extra week for because he went on break.

Can't blame him though, I'm already whiplashed by these past chapters, we all might need this break more than he does...

[utilitycaster]

It hurts my soul when Fearne still uses Flame Blade. I know it's thematically appropriate but it's a 2nd lvl spell, costs both an action and a bonus action, and uses concentration. Please just use Primal Savagery, if fire is needed Scorching Ray is right there and doesn't even need to be prepared.

You know, I was thinking about making a post about optimal choices in D&D once again and this is a great jumping off point:

Optimal is complicated, and when people say things like this my gut reaction is "you have not played a lot of D&D". Which is not a judgement! It's hard to get a game together and to work with the schedules of busy people, and plenty of people haven't had the opportunity. Or maybe you have, and your playstyle differs wildly from mine; a lot of the "burst damage above all people" have played a lot of D&D (though I suspect they've played versions prior to 5e more so than 5e) and just happen to have very different priorities than I. But in the end, with D&D, as with many things, no plan survives contact with the enemy, and statements like this are, well, a plan that hasn't encountered the enemy.

Mechanics are fun to talk about in a vacuum but you're playing a whole entire game, and a skilled player will use their mechanics to inform their RP and vice versa. Consider: it would have been more optimal for Caleb to have picked a different set of spells. He got to level 16 without a single short-range teleport, meaning that if he got grappled, he was at the mercy of the creature unless he rolled very high or Yasha took pity on him or something. His damage spell list skewed heavily towards fire except at high levels, which was a serious disadvantage when fighting Lucien, who had fire resistance - it would have been more optimal for him to have had Chain Lightning instead of the fire-themed reskin, Web of Fire, for example. But he had Web of Fire, because that is who he is. "Thematically appropriate but not mechanically optimal" is a completely valid choice and, worryingly, it's one I feel gets unevenly questioned depending on who is doing it.

(With that said I do need to point out though that purely from a mechanics standpoint, if you're playing by strict rules, Scorching Ray is at disadvantage in melee. Flame Blade is in fact Fearne's only melee attack that does fire damage; even if you'd prefer she played as a ranged rather than melee attacker, sometimes casters end up in melee and it's not a bad thing to be prepared for that.)

This is also a conversation that comes up commonly elsewhere. Remove Curse, for example, is cheaper and lower level than Greater Restoration - but it's more limited in scope. If you're a prepared support caster with access to both? You have Greater Restoration in permanent marker on your spell sheet because it is far more versatile (Remove Curse won't work for exhaustion, illnesses, petrification, etc). If something can wait until the next morning, then you can prep Remove Curse and be frugal about it.

And most generally: maybe she likes Flame Blade. Maybe Ashley is having some fun. It's not hurting anyone for her to choose that. I haven't seen the party suffer terribly for the lack of her having other spells. It's one spell slot. I am trying to focus on that here but like. I could write an entire thesis on how FCG keeps using Detect Thoughts when Imogen is literally right there, has a higher save DC, has the option of not using a spell slot, has the means of potentially recovering spell slots, has much more damaging cantrips available, and isn't the party's primary healer. I have to admit that next to that, any other "suboptimal" play that I've seen this campaign pales.

All in all, everyone's entitled to play how they want as long as they're not being selfish, and people are similarly entitled to have their own opinions about play, but I'm afraid I cannot relate to this in any way.

[osamiiya]

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader (Enemies to lovers)

Warnings; None, fainting

Summary: You're absolutely sure that Kuroo Tetsuro hated your guts, at least, you hate his.

A/n: Posting now so I can queue it as well

it's not that you hated Kuroo Tetsuro, but it was exactly that.

Teasing jabs at your insecurities, beating you in any way he possibly could, it's easy to hate him.

He's everywhere, team captaiuof the volleyball team you manage, in your class, at the convenience store as you get snacks, everytime with an insufferable grin and mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Did you see the grades for the literature test?"

A deep sigh makes its way out of your body as you prepare to meet Kuroo's eyes.

"I did."

Your reaction isn't enough for Kuroo, and you can tell as he presses further.

"And I scored so high, and you scored so low." You close your eyes and take a deep breath at the mocking frown on his face, pushing back tears at the memory of the hours of studying you had done, only for Kuroo, who had forgotten about the test, to score in the top 3.

"I'm glad you have eyes Kuroo."

Your responses are clipped and cold, trying to make it known you didn't like him.

He opens his mouth, but someone else calls his over, and he leaves you with a "See you at practice."

Kuroo is the cause of your headache you determine, and lay your head on your desk, chin against the cold plastic as you stare ahead.

School passes by slowly as you ignore the snide comments made by Kuroo and take notes, headache not subsiding in the least.

And to make matters worse, Kuroo's out of his seat right as the bell ends, and next to you, eyes peering down at your notes as he comments on how "If you took better notes, maybe you'd score higher."

It's entertaining to watch his face fall from the teasing grin he sported when you pack up and walk out of the room without acknowledging him in the slightest.

Like Kuroo, the headache stays, and even gets worse as you walk to practice, becoming borderline unbearable once you enter the gym, tall black haired boy in tow.

He branches off to get changed as you look for an assistant coach to tell about your headache, but they're nowhere to be seen.

With a sigh you sit down on the bench, eyes closed and hunched forward to shield your eyes from the suddenly too harsh lights.

Everything feels like too much, and you can't help but get frustrated that the coaches aren't coming any quicker, wanting nothing more than to go home and nap.

A couple minutes pass, and the boys start to file in the gym, loud as usual, but altogether too much when coupled with your headache.

"Y/n!" Kuroo's voice seems to bounce around your head and you look up to see him grinning and waving, spotting the coaches coming in behind him.

And in your haste to get out of the gym, you jump out of the seat, which is evidently a bad idea as your body feels cold and suddenly your vision is blurry and then black as you collapse.

It probably hasn't even been 10 minutes when you come to, head on someone's lap, a cold water bottle pressed against your forehead.

You're outside the gym, a jacket on your eyes to shield you from the sun.

"Y/n?"

Kuroo's voice makes you groan in response, you must've shifted and alerted him.

"Do you think you can stand? I'll walk you to the team room so you can lie down."

His voice is soft and you realize one of his hands is in yours, thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently. His eyes are rimmed with red and you wonder if he's getting enough sleep.

You nod slowly so you don't pass out again, and Kuroo's arm is around your shoulders propping you up, sending worried looks to you when your legs buckle slightly.

You make it to the club room and Kuroo helps you sit down before taking a seat next to you and gently pushing your head onto his lap.

He's blushing slightly when you look up at him and he mutters a "you'll be more comfortable" before draping his jacket over your face, hiding his steadily reddening face out of your view.

It's quiet for a second before Kuroo clears his throat.

"Do you hate me?"

You think for a moment at his question before responding.

"Yes."

An awkward silence settles before you start laughing under the jacket.

"I'm joking, I don't think I've ever hated you Kuroo."

Kuroo relaxes under you, and his hand comes up to stroke your head over the jacket.

It's quiet for another beat before you clear your throat.

"Don't you hate me?"

You hear him snort above you, and shift slightly.

"If I hated you I wouldn't have almost cried when you fainted earlier."

You take the jacket off slightly, eyes squinting as they adjust to the sunlight coming through the windows in the dark room. And Kuroo's hand is up in a flash, guarding your eyes from the light.

"You almost cried?"

Kuroo groans and moves to cover your face again, feeling you laugh in his lap.

"You really scared me y/n. It was like, you stood up and crumpled to the floor right away, I thought you hit your head." Kuroo sighs and pokes your head as if to say 'don't do that again.'

It's quiet again, you notice that this had been the quietist Kuroo has ever been in your presence.

"Kuroo?" Your hand blindly tries to find his and grasp it, and when it does, butterflies erupt in both of your stomachs as his rough hand takes yours carefully like it had earlier.

"Y/n, did you want to go out sometime?"

You tug down the jacket on your face to meet his eyes, and you're met with an endearing sight; Kuroo's cheeks and ears are flushed and his bottom lip is pulled into his mouth as he chews on it slightly, anxious for your answer.

"I'd like that Kuroo."

[rafesgfs]

34+35

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: In which you want to fuck him until daylight.

You might think I'm crazy

The way I've been cravin'

If I put it quite plainly

Just give me them babies

Downing the shot of vodka, you cheered loudly, grinning as you noticed you had beaten the others. Your friend followed your actions, downing his before slamming it back on the bar. You giggled, wiping away the droplet of vodka running down your chin. "I win. Again."

"How the fuck are you not on the floor?" Jace asked, almost breathless. The blond-haired man took a sip of water, trying to un-pucker his lips. "I'mma cut you off or you'll hate yourself tomorrow while nursing the worse hangover."

You pouted, making a face at the glass of water Jace has slide over to you. "One more. I promise this'll be the last one."

Spending a Friday night with your lifelong best friend, getting drunk off your ass is exactly what you needed after an impossibly long week at work. He had suggested dancing but you took it a step further with hard earned shots. There wasn't a doubt you'd wake up with the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Yet, you didn't, not when you hung out with your best friend; nothing could go wrong.

"That's what you said three shots ago. Come on, drink some water and we can dance for a few minutes before I take you home." Jace said, practically forcing you to take a big gulp of water. Once you had complied, he smiled, catching the eye of the hottest guy in the club, who had been staring at you while his friends' conversations fell deaf to his ears. Jace leaned in, his mouth near your ear. "That guy is staring at you."

Resisting the urge to look, you hope, whoever he is, is cute. You took another sip of water while Jace tried to pinpoint where he saw the man before. "And are we sure he isn't staring at you? You look bomb as fuck tonight, babe."

Jace rolled his eyes, casting his eyes back to you. "I'm pretty positive. Sis didn't even notice me catching him staring. Honest to god, I swear I've seen him somewhere before, he looks so familiar."

Curiosity getting the best of you and you abruptly turned around, meeting a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He sat in a booth full of his friends, a bottle of beer in his hands while his eyes widened when they met yours. The man was handsome as hell, with broad shoulders, a toned chest that shown through his tight white shirt, biceps as big as 10 year old's head. The Patriots hat covered his hair but from what you could tell, he had dark hair, maybe dark brown but as of the moment, you couldn't tell. Not with the way he was looking at you.

So what are you doing tonight?

Better say, "Doin' you right"

Watching movies, boy, we

Ain't seein' a thing tonight

Subconsciously, you licked your lips, turning your attention back to Jace, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arm. "Holy fuck, he's gorgeous."

"Ride his horse til you can't no more." Jace replied, grinning slyly when you smacked his arm. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing when the liquid burned his throat. "But seriously, go for it. You'd make a cute couple, or if you don't want that, he looks like he's a good fuck."

Glancing back at the man, you saw him talking to his friends with a comical expression on, like he was arguing about something. You couldn't deny how hot he is. "He does, doesn't he?"

"I've got a plan." Jace announced, jumping out of his chair, his fluffy hair bouncing at the movement. He reached out, taking your hands in his before leading you to the crowded dance floor, bodies grinding and jumping along to the music. He put a hand on your waist, the other turning you around the face the unbelievable hot man. "Dance."

Following his command, you moved your hips in the rhythm of the music, throwing your hands up, letting Jace guide your body. You could feel his eyes on you, maybe a few on you, but you didn't look up, focusing on not making a fool of yourself, which wouldn't be hard considering the amount of vodka you drank. Ariana Grande came on, singing about how she wanted to 69 with her boyfriend when you finally looked up.

But the Patriots hottie wasn't sitting in his booth, the seat he occupied now vacant. You were about to turn around when you noticed the navy blue hat towering over you. The man glanced at your best friend, and Jace immediately took his hands off your waist, leaning towards the guy, squishing you between them.

"Hi!" Jace screamed, barely heard from the loud thumping of the music. "I'm not her boyfriend, just a very helpful friend. She's been stressed out at work, so do whatever you need to do to help her relax if you know what I mean. I'll leave you guys be. Have fun!"

Before you could elbow him, Jace left, squeezing in between bodies to get away. You were left with the grinning man, his smile making a dimple on his left cheek. Playfully rolling your eyes, you yelled your name at him, introducing yourself.

He held out his hand, leaning closer so you could hear what he was saying. You shook his hand. "I'm Chris! It's really nice to meet you!"

Laughing, you nodded, telling him the same. By the end of the night, you'd both be deaf. "Do you wanna dance with me?"

"Yeah!" Chris shouted, covering an ear with his hand.

It was the vodka that made you put step closer to him, turning your back, and leaning against the fine specimen. His arms wrapped around your abdomen, his crotch pressing between your ass cheeks, and head rested on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. You could feel the hardness pressing against you, and you arched your back, his crotch grinding against your ass.

Chris groaned, while you let out a little mewl, loving how he felt against you. The electronic music came back on, the LED lights flashing across the whole club while purple jumped up and down, pumping their fist in the air. Both you and Chris followed the crowd, grinding against one another as you jumped, his hot breath tickling your hair.

The vibe between the two of you intensified, the air around you hot, the body heat multiplying as the dancing continued. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend dancing with a girl, keeping a close eye on you. Giving him a thumbs up and a smile, you threw your head back, exposing your neck to Chris. Taking his chance, he pressed a soft kiss on it, earning a soft moan from you. His lips were soft, warm, and addicting.

Turning back around, you put a hand on his chest, feeling the toned pecs under the thin shirt. An arm wrapped around his neck, and immediately, he dipped his head down, crashing his lips down on yours. Moaning, you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, both of them swirling as you locked lips. You could hear the muffled cheers from Jace, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks from kissing a man you barely knew.

His hands roamed your body, an arm pulling you even closer to him while a hand tangled themselves in your hair, the slight pain edging you even more. Wetness dampened your underwear, the juices ruining the fabric. Chris' lips tasted like beer, with a hint of vanilla chapstick. It made you crave him even more. Breaking away from the kiss, you planted, breathless from the passionate lip lock. His eyes darkened, landing on your cleavage before making their way up to your lips.

Leaning in, you whispered. "Bathroom."

Without hesitation, he took your hand, quickly pulling you away from the dance floor, leading you to the nearest bathroom. And that happened to be the men's. Chris didn't waste any second, pushing you agains the wall as soon as the door shut. He immediately locked the door, not caring if the bathroom was preoccupied. It wasn't.

I don't wanna keep you up

But show me, can you keep it up?

'Cause then I'll have to keep you up

So maybe I'ma keep you up, boy

I've been drinking coffee

And I've been eating healthy

Know I keep it squeaky, yeah

Saving up my energy

A pair of lips met yours, a hand cupping your cheek, and an arm tugging off your black top while yours crawled to the hem of his. Breaking the kiss, you pulled off your shirt, throwing the fabric on the dirty bathroom floor. His dropped next to yours.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, heavy breathing, and buttons unhooking filled the silent room. Clothes fell to the floor; it wasn't long until you stood in front of one another, naked as the day you were born. With a pounding heart, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing and kneading for a full minute while his cock swelled, lifting up higher and higher until it poked your stomach.

"Your tits are so perfect," Chris whispered, dipping his head to lick a hard nipple.

You let out a whimper, pushing him away only to drop to your knees, his cock in your face. You took his rippling hard cock into your mouth. You'd never had anything that big in your mouth before, but you sucked in as much as you could and stroked the rest with your hand, cupping his heavy balls with the other.

"Ooh, yes, sweetheart," Chris groaned. "That's my good girl. You suck it so good, pretty baby."

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me 'til the daylight?

Thirty-four, thirty-five

You gaze up at his face while you sucked him, making sure you could see the pleasure on his face. The way he was gazing down at you with pure lust in his eyes made your cunt flush with heat. You knew you were going to need to cum, but you wanted it to be on his cock. You bobbed your head along the shaft, sucking him harder and faster while you could feel his balls tightening up in your hand.

The pleasure of taking a man's cum in your mouth was always satisfying but your newfound love for watching a big, hard cock spurt warm cum onto your skin took over. When Chris grunted and warned you he was going to cum you backed against the way, and furiously stroked his shaft directly into your face. He was staring down at you with fire in his lustful eyes. He grunted and huffed desperately while ribbons of his cum burst from his cock and spattered your doll-like face. Opening your mouth, you welcomed some of the man's gooey discharge directly onto your tongue.

Chris' cum was tangy, but it was the yummiest treat you'd ever had in your mouth. After letting it linger on your tongue for a moment or two, you finally swallowed it down, giving you the warmest feeling in your tummy you'd ever had. A moment later, Chris was pulling you to your feet. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, moaning softly.

"I want you," he stated, his cock already hardening despite cumming only a few seconds ago. His eyes burned with lust. "Now."

Kissing him back, you smirked, knowing the effect you had on men. "Then take me."

Baby, you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

I'ma leave it open like a door, come inside it

Even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick

Don't need no side dick, no

Got the neighbors yelling' "Earthquake!"

4.5 when I make the bed shake

But you down to hit it even though it's lightweight

His cock was nestled against your cunt, making your slut warm and wet. You kissed for a few more minutes before Chris' cock was fully hard, rubbing against your dewy slit. Chris pushed the thick dome of his cock into your slick, smooth opening, earning a loud moan from you.

His imposing cock was pushing inside against you and filling your hole like it had never been filled before. He felt so thick and hard, that fat shaft scraping against your inner walls. Before you even knew what was happening, Chris was pumping your hole with every, hard inch of his cock. His body was so much bigger than yours. You felt like you were being impaled, and the way his huge cock was driving you higher and higher was turning you into his own, personal cock-loving cumslut.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips to get some friction. "Fuck! I love your cock so much."

Chris pulled every inch of his cock out, leaving the head just in before pounding into you. You both moaned, loving the way his cock filled you so much. "I love this pussy. And your mouth. I want to fuck you until you have my cum dripping down your thighs."

We'll start it at midnight, go 'til the sunrise

Don't have to save time

But who's counting the time when we got it for life?

I know all your favorite spots

We can take it from the top

You're such a dream come true, true

Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh

Before you could answer, he drove his big cock into your slippery fuckhole with increasingly forceful thrusts, leaving you speechless. Nothing felt as good as being fucked by the handsome stranger. Chris kept kissing your mouth and tits while driving his cock into you with long, hard thrusts.

You climaxed at least two times from the hot fucking. On the second time, you started begging him to fill your pussy with his cum. "Do it inside me, Chris. Fill my cunt till it's dripping back out."

Between the clenching grip of your climaxing pussy, and your eager need to be filled with cum, Chris' cock exploded deep inside your tight channel, filling you up and with a hard creamy load of his cum. You climaxed until you were breathless. Chris pressed his forehead against your own, panting while his softening cock stayed inside your cunt. You could feel his cum dripping out of pussy, slowly sliding down the inside of your thighs.

"Well, fuck." Chris breathed. You laughed, panting still. He pulled away slightly, looking you in the eyes. "I should tell you I usually don't do this. Believe it or not, but this is the first time I fucked in such a public place."

Nodding, you agreed, looking to your left, seeing your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you just had a good fuck. "Me, too. Um, we should probably get cleaned up and get out. Someone might want to use the bathroom."

But Chris didn't move, neither did you. "Actually, before your friend encouraged me to fuck you, I came up to ask you a question."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go out sometime?" he asked sheepishly, blushing, cock still inside.

You couldn't help but laugh at the weird situation. "I'm sorry but are you actually asking me that when your cock is still in me?"

Chris blushed even harder, pulling his cock out, your cum glistening it. "Right, sorry. So, what'd you say? Just one date?"

Chuckling, you nodded, a big smile on your face. "Yeah, I'm down."

Means I wanna 69 with you

No shit

Math class

Never was good