#for a really long time as a kid i wanted to be a physicist. then i took physics classes in high school and decided oh this shit's math

[maddogmp3]

nothing quite like a good video essay series to awaken the sleeper physics hyperfixation i had as a kid

[starkwlkr]

Hi

It's ok if the request got deleted no need to say sorry,

Can u pls make a fic about papa nolan finding out about cillian and physicist!reader's relationship,

Like would he be angry or accepting, i was wondering

And then if u r comfortable with it then a time jump to the wedding or pregnancies

I would really like to know his reactions!!

This is really just a follow up to another anon request (which u made a fic on) and had this idea

Anyway so sorry for the long request

Have an awesome day ahead!!!!

nolan!reader x cillian murphy headcanons

I’m going to make these headcanons if that’s ok 🫶🏼🫶🏼 and i think i got carried away but who cares 😌

Ok so obviously y/n and cillian met in the early 2000s (you can make up how they met)

papa nolan knows that y/n is talking to a boy but he doesn’t know it’s mr. ‘my eyes aren’t even that blue’ so when y/n tells papa nolan that her bf is coming over for dinner, he’s preparing to meet so douche bag who says his favorite movie is pulp fiction or fight club (nothing wrong with that, but the film bros make me want to gauge my eyes out)

anyways, cillian shows up and ofc they get along great <3

after cillian and y/n are now OFFICIAL official obviously the press asks about what papa nolan thinks and if they get along

y/n and cillian are just the it couple of the 2000s like they’re on the cover of every magazine with those cheesy headlines ‘she’s got the beauty AND the brains’

literally any interview cillian or papa nolan do, they ramble about y/n and how proud they are of her

and you know how it goes, first comes love then comes marriage then comes y/n with a baby carriage🤍💍🍼 butttttt our fav nepo baby and Irish man don’t do it in that order bc my girl y/n got pregnant with their first baby in 2003 and she’s named alexandria

papa nolan is so excited about the birth of baby alex and he always offers to babysit whenever even if he’s busy

baby alex and papa nolan are my favorite duo 🫶🏼

eventually cillian and papa nolan work together on batman begins and you bet that baby alex is always on set

papa nolan at first did not want to bring her because he thought alex would be scared but she loved being on set and meeting everyone

her and christian bale become besties by the end of filming 🤞🏼

baby alex got to say the last “cut!” and everyone laughed because of how cute she sounded

bonus: cillian tried to get her to put the scarecrow mask on but she thought it was yucky (her exact words)

y/n and cillian don’t have kids until like 2014 because they were busy with work obviously like cillian getting movie roles and y/n being at work 24/7 and getting a literal nobel peace prize but eventually she does get pregnant and BAM it’s twins

it’s 2014 and they’re still not married (it happens ya know just ask academy award winner michelle yeoh)

but y/n gets pregnant and she wants to wait until the twins’ birth and then get married

but anyways the murphy twins arrive and papa nolan just cries happy tears because he now has more grandchildren to love and spoil whenever he wants to (they’re named scarlett and wyatt and papa nolan gives them nicknames idk what they would be but go wild with your imagination besties 🫶🏼)

papa nolan just wants to see his daughter get married and see her happy with her new family 🫶🏼

the day of the wedding comes and baby alex is the flower girl and steals the show

it’s a private wedding BUT that doesn’t stop it from being the most famous wedding of 2014

ofc christian bale is there like who doesn’t want batman at their wedding?? tom hardy, best man um yes?! peaky blinders cast, jake gyllenhaal (swifties, don’t hate me, I love jake and he’s one of my favorite actors)

jessica chastain and anne hathaway ofc they’re invited

u know if heath ledger was still alive he would def be invited 🫶🏼

I’m picturing the kids having career day at their schools and each kid takes an adult like papa nolan goes to alex’s school, wyatt takes y/n and cillian goes with scarlett and every adult is just like “fuck, how am i supposed to go on after them?!”

papa nolan goes all out with his presentation for career day like he even called hans zimmer and christian bale to impress the kids (obviously hans zimmer would impress the teachers, not the kids but some kids recognize the music from batman movies so let’s just go with it)

twitter loves the murphy-nolan fam 🫶🏼

no bc i just imagine the edits to beautiful boy with dad!cillian and I’m bawling

ok ok flashforward to 2023 and oppenheimer is coming out and twitter gets more content on the murphy-nolan fam

y/n finally does an interview bc she worked with the cast and taught them about ✨science✨

Y/N AND CILLIAN AT THE OPPENHEIMER PREMIERE AND THEN PAPA NOLAN PHOTOBOMBING THEIR PICS

overall the murphy-nolan fam has my heart and surprise! the murphy kids watched barbie because the twins are not even old enough to watch oppenheimer and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to watch their dad have fake s e x with another woman (FLORENCE PUGH ILY)

[stem-sister-scuffle]

STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 1 MASHUP 5

Dr. Olivia Octavius (Spider-Man Into The Spiderverse) vs Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Dr. Olivia Octavius is a Quantum Physicist and Roboticist!

Ms. Frizzle is a Science Teacher!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Dr. Olivia Octavius:

""If you stay in this dimension too long, your body’s going to disintegrate. Do you know how painful that would be, Peter Parker? You can’t imagine. And I, for one, can’t wait to watch." I love deranged evil women she is the character of all time to me"

"Dr. Olivia Octavius, also known as Doctor Octopus, is the secondary antagonist of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. She's also known as 'Liz' by her friends, one of them being Peter Parker's aunt May. She is an evil scientist, CEO of the science research & development company known as Alchemax. She's the scientific advisor for The Kingpin's inventions to open up portals to other dimensions. She's an evil woman in STEM girlboss."

"feral :)"

"Oh I heard you like mad scientist girlies???"

"I know she’s evil but I love her shes so cool. Have you seen her. I support womens wrongs <3"

"MILF. Evil. What more does she need? wowza"

"shes not the best shes the worst and she owns it. milf i mean. who said that"

"I mean. just look at her. she has the robo arms, the awesome hair. also if I recall, she's also been in science educational videos for kids"

"Proves herself as a competent fighter able to take on multiple spider-men at once, plus rocks the mad scientist look"

"Successfully works as a kids' science show presenter while also being a supervillain and working on sketchy projects. Is an absolute dork about her work and about cool phenomena in a way that's really endearing right up until she threatens to lock someone up to slowly die so she can study the phenomenon that's killing them. Probably put bugs in the microwave as a kid to see what happens.

Yes she did get hit by a truck in the fight and disappear but I fully believe she lived and ended up in some other universe.

1. She's a supervillain, she's definitely been hit by a truck before. 2. Out of everyone fighting in there she's had the most experience with this sorr of thing. While missteps are possible she would be going into it with some idea of what the risks are and how to deal with them. 3. Isekai truck trope 4. If she did end up in another universe she would totally find a way to keep herself stable there. She's got science knowledge and robotic limbs built for crime. 5. I like her and I think it would be really funny.

Why did I make this part mostly ""no she isn't dead"". It'd still be funny even if she was dead tbh.

I cosplayed her once and that is irrelevant to the poll but idk. She's fun."

"it's so rare to have female mad scientists in media like her, she's a role model to girls who want to commit crimes against the spacetime continuum everywhere. she's very important"

"She's really cute, too bad about all the murder and stuff :/ Women's wrongs, amirite?👍"

"She has a "For Science!" attitude that makes most male mad scientist look sane and safety minded. I would gladly be her intern/minion. <3"

"is only here to do science for Nefarious Purposes. science without any regard for moral cost. idk i love that this character type gets to be a milf for once. we love to see an evilgirl winning"

"mad scientist lady. cool as hell hair. evil girlboss."

"She's evil. She's evil and I love her"

"Evil milf with giant robot arms that loves chaos."

"Mastered multiple disciplines, managed to break barriers between dimensions, which even in superhero realms is a bit impressive. STEM girlies should be allowed to go a little evil/feral/unhinged. as a treat."

"She is evil! She is sexy! She employs usage of soft robotics into her prosthetic tentacles, is the head scientist at Alchemax, and quite literally built a machine that creates a portal to alternate dimensions! Get you a girl that can both make educational science videos and also rip open a portal to alternate dimensions under dubious moral conditions."

"she's sooooooo cool"

"She is a girlboss she tried to make a portal and while she’s a villain she isn’t the Evillest out there… babygirl head scientist Her glasses are shaped like octagons :3"

Ms. Frizzle:

"*gestures at entire magic school bus series*"

"Embodies the true spirit of scientific discovery: barely-contained chaos."

"She is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of sciences, and uses that knowledge to further the educations of many people. Teachers deserve the world; they do so much for so little in return. (shout out to Mrs. Goates)"

"She loves science and loves teaching kids about science. I love her. Idk I saw she only had one submission and that made me sad so now im here submitting her"

"She is an icon and has cool earrings"

"SHE'S SO COOL!!! She's so smart and so fun and genuinely just an icon. ALSO she has a little lizard on her shoulder. I saw an ask abt the submissions for Ms. Frizzle and the sender was the only person who submitted her.. I couldn't let this go. ALSO one of my professors irl called herself the irl Frizzle and she's a doctor of biology so make of that what you will"

[itsdragonfire13]

Young Justice Crossover Rec

Been reading Young Justice fanfics again and wanted to deliever some of my favorite crossovers with different fandoms. Almost none of these are on AO3, or at least I didn't find them on AO3.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited

How to Outrun Death by Lore55 Website: Fanfiction.net

Summary: Being dead was different from what he'd thought it would be like. In fact, as far as Wally could tell death felt an awful lot like laying on the snow in an insulated, friction proof suit.

Chapters 22; WIP. This is like the fic of Wally being the JLU Wally it's one of my favorites and I re-read it a lot.

They're Us by Goldenbrook15 Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: When the Young Justice land themselves in another dimension by accident and then manage to escape the entire Justice League (who strangely don't know them at all) and flee into the world outside, Batman can only come to one conclusion, "They're us, from a different world."

Chapters 27; WIP. The author did post their outline for the fic in the last chapter explaining how it was going to end, so in a way it is 'complete'

Better Late by Kyogre Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: In Endgame, Wally accidentally transports himself a universe or four over, into a world where there is no Flash or Justice League. At least, not yet.

Chapters 10; Complete. This is a short but still good one

We Meet Again by Takebuo Ishimatsu Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: Young Justice is accidentally transported to another dimension in which their mentors have no idea who they are. Things get complicated. Fast. YJ cartoon crossover into a world similar to JL cartoon.

Chapters 5; WIP. It's so good, but sadly only 5 chapters, even if the chapters are pretty long.

Of Masters and Students by monroesherlock Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: The Young Justice team wakes up trapped in another universe, one where their team has never existed. It's up to them to prove themselves worthy all over again to a group of rather unwilling mentors. AU TeamFamilyCentric

Chapters 28; Complete. This has to be one of my all-time favorite of the original Team getting sent to another dimension fics. I always love when I re-read it.

Return Stroke by viecamille Website AO3

Summary: No one in Young Justice has ever heard of the Speedforce. No one on Earth-12 has ever heard of the Flash. Super-speed isn’t always an easy power to handle. None of these facts are conducive to Wally’s return home.

Or: Wally’s stranded, Dick’s haunted, the JL are confused, and superpowers have a tendency to drive physicists insane. Oh, and Wally West is a founding member of the Justice League now. Whoops?

Chapters 1 WIP; Only 1 chapter so far, but it was made in March and it's so good.

Catching Icarus by Fantasyfire Website AO3

Summary: A bad encounter with magic banishes Superboy into another world. Stranded, the Kryptonian clone must deal with a whole new league and a much different Superman.

Chapters 13 WIP; I'm only on ch3 but I really love how it's going the relationship that building between JLU Superman and Conner is top tier.

Teen Titans

Brick by Brick by HookahPop Website AO3

Summary:

The Team was just trying to tie up loose ends. The light had been defeated, so they needed to make sure they stayed down. Robin was never supposed to be caught in the blast.

The Titans were just going on a simple mission. Control Freak would take two minutes tops, then they'd go out for pizza. Slade wasn't supposed to interfere and single Robin out.

The two Robins switch places, and no one is prepared for the consequences.

Chapters 12 WIP; A fun birdflash one, but also it's 12/15 chapters, so close to being finished.

Avengers/Marvel

Child Soldiers by McKennaC Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: When the Avengers investigate an illegal lab that's putting off radiation similar to the Tesseract, they find three young boys from another universe. While trying to send them home, they discover that the kids have abilities that rival their own. How can they handle having three child heroes in the tower?

Chapters 17; WIP. This is set before the start of Young Justice, by a few years, when Robin, Speedy, and Kid Flash were the only sidekicks.

Away From Home by JJ100051 Website: fanfiction.net

Summary: During a run in with Klarion, Young Justice is sent to an alternate universe where the Justice League doesn't exist, But instead the unorganized and scattered avengers do. Inspired by the great Avengers movie and Sparked by Canaryhowl

Chapters 10; WIP. Fun to see how the team would hold up against SHIELD when they let loose.

[adamwatchesmovies]

A Wrinkle in Time (2018)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

A Wrinkle in Time proves the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Ava Duvernay is a talented director. Looking at this film, it's clear she had enthusiasm for this project and put more than a little bit of herself in it. This is the first movie with a budget of $100+ million to be directed by a Black woman (shocking that it took us so long) and it contains a wholesome message of female empowerment, self-acceptance and love. If only it could also be good.

Four years ago, revolutionary physicist Dr. Alex Murry (Chris Pine) vanished, leaving behind his wife Kate (Gugu Mbatha-Raw), son Charles Wallace (Deric McCabe) and daughter Meg (Storm Reid). When three extra-dimensional beings come to Meg and explain that her father is held captive by a spreading force of darkness called “The It” (voiced by David Oyelowo), she, her brother and friend Calvin (Levi Miller) travel to a faraway realm to save him.

Though I've never read the original work by Madeleines L’Engle, I have taken some time to research the story, I've seen this film twice and have reviewed the 2003 TV adaptation of the novel (also by Disney). I can make an educated guess as to why this film doesn’t work and why it isn’t a good adaptation of the novel. So much of this story depends on inner monologue and on us understanding the characters. Meg is a teenager profoundly disturbed by the disappearance of her father. She feels ugly, stupid and alone. She lashes out at the world as a way to mask her pain. Why does her angst make her worth all the attention of the three space Mrs.? It doesn’t.

What’s been eliminated is her little brother’s genius-level intellect and his developping telekinetic abilities. In the novel, the Mrs. want him. Unfortunately, he’s too young to fight. They compromise by bringing a trio of children with them on their adventure, believing that Meg can help Charles Wallace. They understand the It - a composite of two characters from the novel. The force of darkness represents/is responsible for all of the world's greed, selfishness, anger, etc. At the plot's core is the relationship between Meg and her brother. How can she love him and help the boy overcome the evil of the IT if she doesn’t even love herself? All of this is not in this film. Instead, Charles Wallace is an annoying smart-ass whom you have no attachment to whatsoever. Although you understand why Meg is upset, you don’t latch onto her like you should. Right away, you don’t care. The cringe-inducing dialogue given to the performers - most of which are not very good - does not help.

This movie desperately wants to fill you with sensations of wonder but it neglects the story’s foundation. Unless you go in knowing what A Wrinkle in Time is all really about, you won’t understand any of it. Mindy Kaling plays Mrs. Who, one of the astral women who speaks entirely by quoting other people… unless she doesn’t. Apparently, she’s evolved past the point of being able to form her own thoughts? That makes no sense. As does the behaviour of Meg’s father pre-disappearance. Despite his wife’s protests, he tried to convince his peers that he could use his mind to teleport halfway across the galaxy. They laughed. You do too, even when you know he's right. The Mrs. can’t fight the IT by themselves so they recruit a trio of kids to help them? It's a real head-scratcher, particularly considering Calvin contributes nothing to the plot.

At least you can see all the money on-screen. The costumes, makeup and the strange worlds Meg and her friends travel to look great. Sometimes it feels a little bit weird for weirdness’ sake (I don’t know why they insisted on having Oprah Winfrey’s Mrs. Which appear as a 30-foot woman, for example) and other scenes of action and peril make it obvious screenplay writers Jennifer Lee and Jeff Stockwell were too in love with the source material to cut out scenes that ultimately mean nothing. Reese Witherspoon’s Mrs. Whatsit transforms into a flying leaf creature and gives the children a ride but you’d trade that scene for some genuine emotions or some much-needed exposition in a heartbeat.

The writing is plainly awful. Dialogue is stilted and the exposition we get goes down as smoothly as a spoonful of rusty nails. And then, it’s over. It doesn’t happen often that a 109-minute movie feels too short but the conclusion is so abrupt and so easy it undermines everything that came earlier.

The more you scrutinize A Wrinkle in Time, the worse it looks. This is a bad fantasy dish someone tried to save by drowning it in special effects sauce. Its heart is in the right place but when audiences are paying for this movie with their time and money, all that ambition doesn’t mean anything. (January 3, 2020)

[guillotineman]

Berlinale 2023

Steven Spielberg, aka one of the greatest directors Hollywood has ever produced, accepted a Lifetime Achievement Award at the Berlin Film Festival.

Steven Spielberg: "Well, how do I follow that? How do I follow Bono, and the beautiful context and contextualizing the entire experience of my life? Bono – that was one of your most beautiful songs, thank you, thank you so much. Please, let me begin by thanking the Berlin Film Festival. The directors of the festival – Mariette, thank you, Rissenbeek, and Carlo Chatrian, and the head of the Deutsche Kinomatic, Rainer Rother – are you here? OK great, great. And the minister of culture and media, Claudia Roth, thank you Claudia, we sat right next to each other tonight. And all the patrons and all the staff of the festival for this truly overwhelming honour. I’ll talk to you about the bear a little bit later, I’ve got a little story about a bear but we’ll get to that later.

So 118 years ago Albert Einstein theorized that time is not constant – it speeds up, it slows down, maybe it even curves back on itself. And physicists have now proven that Einstein was right, which is exciting, but maybe a little less exciting for people who have reached the age I’ve reached. Because by the time you’re 76, you probably already know that a 26-year-old Einstein hit the nail on the head. Because time only appears to be measurable by clocks and calendars. Time is really just a trick of the mind, and it’s a trick of the light. I’ve been directing a long time – six decades – but it feels to me like I directed Duel and Jaws last year. At 76 I knew a lot more about moviemaking than I did when I was 25, and I directed my first feature film at 25. But the anxieties and the uncertainties and the fears that tormented me as I began shooting Duel have stayed vivid for 50 years, as if no time has passed. Luckily for me, the electric joy I feel on the first day of work as a director is as imperishable as my fears. Because there’s no place more like home for me than when I’m working on a set. The truth of my life is contained in my fears and my joys and my work; and in my truest home, my truest home – in my family home, far more than hours and days and years I’ve apparently traversed, as you call that to attention quite beautifully tonight. And in falling in love with a beautiful, brilliant woman, an extraordinary artist, my soul’s companion, my Kate, right there.

Kate, who since 1983 has made so much of me possible. And then becoming the father of our children – in my heart, all these things happened yesterday. Even though Kate and I have been together for 39 years, my kids are adults now, and several with kids of their own. And I’m a grandpa, incredible though it seems to me; it’s no less incredible to me that my mum and dad are gone. Leah, my mom died in 2017; and three years later I lost my dad. Now, no one who becomes a newly-minted orphan can escape the remembrance of things past. For most of my very busy life, I’ve been on a bullet train. But change and loss, it accumulates, ‘til you realise that more and more of your life resides in memory. And that’s why I decided with my latest film, The Fabelmans, it was time to look back at my early life, at the world I was born into, and emerged out of so that I could make my way, make my mistakes and make my movies. And because I made my movies, I get to be in Berlin tonight accepting this overwhelming honour for lifetime achievement. Which makes me feel a little bit bashful about being recognised for lifetime achievement. The bashfulness comes mostly from being aware that I haven’t achieved anything as a solo act. All my films have been collaborations, with great artists. And so, of course, my life, my family, is a collaboration.

Now I also feel a little alarmed to be told I’ve lived a lifetime, because I’m not finished. [cheers from audience]

I’m not finished! I want to keep working, I want to keep learning and discovering and scaring the shit out of myself, and sometimes the shit out of you. I’ve got to get back to some of those earlier scarier movies, but that’s another story for later on.

As long as there’s joy in it for me, and as long as my audience can find joy and other human values in my films, I’m reluctant to ever say that’s a wrap. To be honest, I’d like to beat Manoel de Oliveira’s record and direct my last film when I’m 106. My dad, my father Arnold lived to 103 ½ so theoretically I got the genes, and maybe I got the luck, but only Einstein knows. Only he knows for sure.

Now like every other filmmaker I owe an incalculable debt to German cinema. From F. W. Murnau and Ernst Lubitsch, to Douglas Sirk and Robert Wiene and Fritz Lang; the pioneers, enlargers and refiners of how film reveals truth. Among the directors of my era, I’ve been challenged, I’ve been goaded, inspired by Fassbinder, Herzog, Margarethe von Trotta, Wim Wenders, Wolfgang Petersen, Volker Schlondorff, Thomas Tykwer. If this honour means that my work has found a home in Germany, then tonight I feel like I’m home too.

This honour has particular meaning for me because I’m a Jewish director. And I like to believe that this is a small moment in a much larger ongoing effort of healing the broken places of history; what Jews call ‘tikkun olam’, the repairing and restoring of the world. So I established the Shoah Foundation in 1994 because I’m convinced that what historian Yosef Hayim Yerushalmi wrote is true – the opposite of justice is not injustice, the opposite of justice is forgetting. Reconciliation is possible only when we remember what’s happened. And the Shoah Foundation’s video history archive has gathered the testimony of survivors of the Holocaust, as well as testimonies of atrocities and genocides all around the world. And Germany has long been an essential partner in the Shoah Foundation’s work. Private citizens, and the German government, and the Berlin Film Festival have joined us in gathering and interviewing witnesses, and introducing documentaries, in spreading educational materials and helping us make our archives widely available throughout Germany and western Europe – the German people have shown themselves willing to read their country’s history; to confront its lessons regarding antisemitism, bigotry, xenophobia – the harbingers of the Holocaust. Other countries, including my own, can learn a lot from the courageous determination of the Germany people to act to prevent fascists from seizing power. A nation can be called just only if it refuses the convenient amnesia that tempts all of us. And after the 20th century maybe no nation should flatter or delude itself that it deserves to be called just. But we shouldn’t deny the possibility of justice; we shouldn’t stop pursuing it. That pursuit is our best hope of finding meaning in life, and that begins with remembering.

So, so I stand here in Berlin accepting the Golden Bear, and I have to confess – that bears really scare me! More even than sharks! But it’s good to be scared. As well as grateful, bashful and alarmed. So thank you for this Golden Bear, that bellows at me ‘look back – look where you’ve been!’ And I can’t imagine a more meaningful occasion to be thus admonished. Thank you..."

[themovieblogonline]

Dark Matter Season 2: Apple TV+ Takes Us Deeper Into the Multiverse

Hold on to your alternate realities, folks—Dark Matter is back for a second season, and it's ready to mess with your mind all over again. If you thought the first season had more twists than a pretzel at a carnival, get ready for round two, because Apple TV+ is pulling no punches. If you tuned in for Season 1, you know it ended on a cliffhanger that left everyone asking, "What just happened?" It’s like that moment when you realize you’ve been binging a show for so long that you forgot what daylight looks like, except Jason Dessen, played by Joel Edgerton, isn’t just lost in time—he’s bouncing around an entire multiverse. Blake Crouch, the genius behind the original book, is back in the driver's seat, but this time he's driving us into uncharted territory. Since Season 1 pretty much covered the novel’s plot, Crouch is going off-script for Season 2. That’s right, folks, there’s no book to tell us where we’re headed. It’s like Crouch handed us a map, but he left out the “You Are Here” marker. Good luck! The Plot Thickens—And So Does Reality In Season 1, we watched as Jason, a physicist with a pretty standard life, got yanked out of his comfy Chicago existence and thrown into alternate realities that make The Twilight Zone look like a kid’s coloring book. Now, Season 2 is set to dive even deeper into this labyrinth of realities. With every step, Jason is up against his biggest enemy: himself. Or at least multiple versions of himself. Yep, it’s as if every bad decision you've ever made could come back to haunt you. And let's not forget the stellar cast that’s coming back for more reality-bending action. Alongside Edgerton, we've got the ever-talented Jennifer Connelly, Alice Braga, Jimmi Simpson, and Dayo Okeniyi. If that lineup doesn’t make you want to press play, I don’t know what will. Oh, and the great city of Chicago is practically a character itself, lending its gritty streets to this multiversal tale. What’s New in the Multiverse? But what really has fans buzzing is Blake Crouch’s recent announcement on social media: he’s working on another book. While details are still under wraps, we can’t help but wonder—will it tie into the Dark Matter universe? Could we see crossovers between his novels? Inquiring minds (and those who love a good multiverse theory) want to know. working on that — Blake Crouch (@blakecrouch1) August 18, 2024 Season 2 promises to take us even further into the complexities of the multiverse. With new stories on the horizon, Crouch has hinted that we’ve only just scratched the surface of what these characters—and their alternate selves—can do. And let’s be real: in a world where anything is possible, the sky’s not even the limit. Why Should You Care? Because Dark Matter is the show that’s making quantum physics cool again. And no, you don’t need a PhD to keep up, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a notepad handy. Plus, with Apple TV+ behind it, you know the production value is top-notch. We’re talking mind-bending effects, heart-pounding drama, and more plot twists than a rollercoaster designed by M.C. Escher. So, whether you’re a die-hard fan of the book or just someone who loves a good sci-fi thriller, Season 2 of Dark Matter is going to be a wild ride. Apple TV+ has already proven they can deliver with shows like Foundation and For All Mankind, and Dark Matter is no exception. Get ready to dive into a world where every decision leads to a new reality, and trust me, you won’t want to miss a single second. Final Thoughts Blake Crouch and Apple TV+ have set the stage for another mind-blowing season. If Season 1 was the appetizer, then Season 2 is shaping up to be a full-course meal—with a side of existential crisis. So, buckle up, keep your quantum theory cheat sheet nearby, and prepare for Dark Matter Season 2 on Apple TV+. Because in this multiverse, the only thing certain is uncertainty. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuinsBFOgts&list=PLsD5qP1WqKt7e6FRK5g_8MEtGahu74yPe&pp=gAQBiAQB   Read the full article

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I posted 14,520 times in 2022

That's 4,657 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 919 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Kugelblitz makes no sense

aka, Explaining how the Grandfather Paradox should have worked, and the ways it doesn't.

This is the tl;dr, for a full explanation, it's under the cut:

Now, I will try to keep things clear cut and explain anything that is less than, as well as keeping a somewhat intriguing writing style to attempt to keep you engaged. I will waffle on. You'll get used to it. And now, to start talking about the thing you actually want to hear:

Now you're probably looking here because you looked at my pin board and thought one of several things:

- Is this man insane?

- How long did that take you wtf??

- Can you explain that?

And to that, I can firmly answer two. It took me 4 hours with soft-tissue damage and yes I can explain it. As for the first question, I will leave you to decide.

As I hope you know, the Grandfather Paradox is one of the main plot themes in series 3. However, the explanation of it makes absolutely, completely and utterly, no sense. If you're a casual viewer, you probably haven't even thought twice about it, but if you're anything like me, and you sit and think about the timeline for hours at a time, and spend a healthy amount of time thinking about the solution of the paradox's solution, the Kugelblitz, I'm sorry to say, is just wrong.

So what does this mean in terms of TUA?

To start off, I will give you, directly the solution to the Grandfather Paradox:

"At the time that movie was made in 1985, the 'parallel world' explanation of the grandfather paradox was merely a philosophical conjecture. In 1991, however, it was put on firmer ground by the physicist David Deutsch. Deutsch showed that, while parallel timelines are normally incapable of interacting with each other, the situation changes in the vicinity of a closed time-like curve (CTC), when a wormhole curves back on itself. Here, just as the sci-fi writers imagined, the different timelines are able to cross over — so that when a CTC loops back into the past, it's the past of a different timeline. If that's proven, then you really could kill an infant grandparent without paradoxically eliminating yourself in the process. In that case, your grandfather would never have existed only in one parallel world. And you, the grandfather-killer, would only have existed in the other."

Well, it means that there is 2 (and a bit) timelines, to which I have affectionately nicknamed the Umbrella timeline (season 1) and the Sparrow timeline (season 2 and 3). We know the Sparrow timeline is separate to the Umbrella timeline because it it mentioned a few times through series 3 that it is a different one.

You see, I firmly believe that when the Umbrellas time travelled back to Dallas in the 1960s and onwards, they managed to cause the CTC as described above, and go back in time into the Sparrow timeline.

This is where the show would believe that the actual grandfather paradox happened when Harlan started killing the mothers of the other 27 children before the time where the sparrows and the other 9 kids were born. This would imply that the Umbrellas went back in time to the Umbrella timeline, and Harlan still got the powers but didn't accidentally kill the mothers. This doesn't work at all.

We know that The Kennedy Six doesn't exist in anything but the Sparrow timeline, and in the Umbrella timeline, it is (largely) history as we know it. This is the problem. If the Grandfather Paradox doesn't start before Haran gets his powers, that means the Kennedy Six would have to exist also in the Umbrella timeline, which they don't, which causes all sorts of problems.

And here's where I propose a solution.

The Sparrow timeline splits off on February 11th 1960, aka the day Klaus and umbrella!Ben arrive in Dallas, due to this being the first instance of them travelling back in time to this separate timeline as the Grandfather Paradox's solution would suggest. The Sparrow timeline stems off to contain the changed history of the Umbrella timeline, and it also allows the Umbrellas to exist in the Sparrow timeline, where they were never born in the first place.

The one main question you may have now is, well if all of this is the case, then why didn't the Kugelblitz form in Dallas? Well I have an explanation for you on that too. To put it simply, there was already an apocalypse coming in Dallas, and there was no need for the Kugelblitz so come in and destroy the world for it. And then, once the Umbrellas left Dallas, nothing was in that timeline to disrupt the flow of it (I'll explain Harlan in a moment) for the next 56 years, so the Kugelblitz wouldn't need to form due to the peace of space time.

Harlan is okay to exist the way he does because, while he is an anomaly compared to the Umbrella timeline, he works in the Sparrow timeline because that's how their history flows.

So, the disrupt in space time and the trigger of the Kugelblitz stems from the Umbrellas going into the Sparrow timeline, where they don't exist. This is where the Kugelblitz becomes the problem child, because to my understanding of the Grandfather Paradox, because the Umbrellas exist in the Umbrella timeline leading to them having a stable form of existence, just elsewhere, they should be fine to be in the Sparrow timeline and co-exist with the Sparrows.

So yes, that is my problem with the Kugelblitz, sorry for ruining your fun with the show, trust me, it frustrates me too, but I genuinely don't understand how the Grandfather paradox can cause the Kugelblitz when it's largely solved itself.

To that I pose the question to the rest of you tua!Tumblr, what the hell do you think happened?

(I am also ignoring the new new timeline from the end of season 3 until season 4 gives us more content to work with because I don't even want to begin thinking about that one.)

23 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

#4

Why do Five and the Handler give off the same hate-dynamic as Holt and Hunch from B99

30 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#3

I think I'm alone in thinking the handler and agent were a lil fruity-

36 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#2

MENTALLY ILL FUCKERS GET YO ASS HERE

48 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tua Season 3 meme dump

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[miss-lauryn-hill]

Hi Tee! It's your psc secret santa here 👋 Sorry for being MIA the past week, I was busy with school and work and I'm feeling under the weather lately 🤧 I hope you had a great week though 🥰 This might be the last ask before I post your gift, but feel free to DM me afterwards 🤗

Here are some of my answers to my last ask for you without revealing too much of my identity 😉

1. How long have you been giffing and what got you started?

I've been giffing for roughly about 5 years. I've been running fan accounts on other platforms, giffing seems like a logical next step at that point, like I wanted to try something else. Also I feel you, those sets that I put the least effort into sometimes get the most notes it's kinda annoying. It really depends if you're giffing for a hit fandom at the time or a dead one.

2. What are your favourite shows/ movies you've seen from 2022 and what are your all time favourites?

Wednesday for sure. And with stranger things I finally understand how epic it is. For the longest time I was just watching because everyone else was.

I love gossip girl when I saw it the first time until shit went down (aka the ivy girl for me). I've tried rewatching it multiple times but I always got interrupted by something else. I think deep down I just don't want to rewatch the later seasons.

3. What is your personality/ personality type (enneagram/mbti/ anything you use)? What are your favourite and/or least favourite part(s) of your personality?

I'm type 9 too! A bit unusual for my mbti type. I don't give a shit about what people think as a kid, I don't follow social norms. When my friends pointed out that there're things they do because it's the social norm was when I realized such things exist (I was in middle school - high school). I don't like to do what's expected of me because how I live my life is my business. I think I toned that down a bit once I started working, because I realized how others think of you have a great impact on whether you succeed or not. Your own hard work literally makes such little difference.

My least favourite part is the completely opposite of yours, I talk too little. For the most part, I don't mind it, I love it actually. But when certain times it's necessary I just stood there in silence and I can tell it's really awkward for the other party. And like overall, Idk how to express my feelings and I don't feel comfortable complimenting others irl even though I'm admiring the other person or their work etc. I think it's partly because of my personality and partly because of the culture I grew up in.

4. Favourite subject(s) in school or just favourite activities you like to do in general?

Favourite subject is physics. I like to do/ try all sort of art related stuff. Giffing is a big part of that. I draw when I have time/ inspiration. I don't like to push myself to do it just to get better at it, because at that point it becomes like work instead of fun.

5. What is your dream job/ occupation if you don't have to worry about anything, like paying rent or whether they would hire you or what would your parents/ others think that kind of stuff? 🤣

Being a physicist was my "unrealistic" dream, being a doctor was my "realistic" dream. Jokes on me, I became neither. At this point in life, I just hope I'll get a PhD someday 🤞

Here are some more asks for you:

1. What is your favourite Christmas movie?/ Any movies you watch every Christmas?

2. Do you like doing something new or sticking to traditions when it comes to celebrating holidays?

3. Any shows/ movies Tumblr got you hooked on?

4. Would you rather be a child, an adult or an old person? And why?

5. What are the hard truths you've learnt once you started working?

Happy holidays, Tee! 🎄

oh no apologies necessary. i understand that you have a life outside of this whole gif making thing. add in school and work? i hate that for you and am sorry to hear that you were sick. i hope you are feeling better. if not vicks on your feet and put fuzzy socks on. i know that sounds weird but it works 🤣 & we’re mutuals now as far as i’m concerned 😌

so wednesday is actually worth the hype? 👀 i want to get into stranger things so bad but i cannot do scary stuff. the content that fandom makes is insane though.

yeah gossip girl only has one good season. and by the time ivy comes in i just mentally check out. the thanksgiving episode however will always be iconic.

your #3? now that was a word. however it always helps to remember that everyone needs a compliment every now and then. i still think about the random girl that came up to me just to tell me that she liked my braids and asked me what nail polish i was wearing and that was years ago. but i understand the culture thing. how we’re raised sticks with us good and bad.

physics? now that’s interesting. that’s my cousin’s major! and he creates some off the wall shit. so i am looking forward to going through your creation tag.

you’ll get that PhD for sure.

now these are some questions! i like where your heads at.

1. my favorite christmas movie is unaccompanied minors. i used to fly a lot as a kid and i wanted to do all of that so bad 😂 the movie i always watch are last holiday and this christmas.

2. both! the only traditions my family sticks to is food and gifts. the food changes sometimes. like one year we’ll stick to the basics but the next we’ll do a different type of food. like this year we’re doing traditional but last year we had butter chicken, naan, etc. we always travel but since covid we haven’t gone outside of the states. even this year we didn’t want to go anywhere for real. but we don’t really plan to leave the house like that. we always play games. mainly spades even though that game is more dangerous than uno and monopoly combined.

3. tumblr got me into teen wolf. a mutual got me heavily invested in kastle (daredevil/the punisher) and willabeth (pirates of the caribbean) and now everyone is out to get me with stranger things. i followed someone because of this lady gaga set and now i ship edmancy i think that’s the name by proxy.

4. an adult. i miss certain things about being a kid like no bills but i can literally do whatever i want now. like if i want to go to 6flags then i can do that. if i want to stay up all night watching cartoons and eating ice cream i can do that too. being old doesn’t sound bad tbh. my grandma and aunties go on cruises all the time. they also say and do whatever they want and they’re all in their 60s-80s. they say wild shit all of the time like it’s nothing. like old people do not care. i’m looking forward to that.

5. the same as you did going by your #3 answer. your actual work is only a small factor in the workplace. the connections that you have with people is what gets you farther and while that’s bullshit it’s understandable. no one likes to work with someone that’s closed off and rude no matter how good they are at their job. i just know that it sucks for people that aren’t able to open up right away. like this one co worker of mine didn’t open up until she handed in her two weeks notice. she was so quiet and we all thought she didn’t like us but on her last days she started talking more. someone asked her why she wasn’t always like this and she just goes “yeah i didn’t want to risk saying something and having everyone not like me. you can’t be ugly and have no personality you have to pick a struggle.” like girl 😭😭😭 she comes out with us now too.

now i have to ask if we’re mutuals or if i at the very least follow you already friend cause you have not once asked me what i wanted. so i feel like i’m either constantly in your notifications so as soon as you got me you already knew what to make. OR you came to blog on a day where i was just reblogging one type of media and dubbed me as the horse girl or some shit.

Happy Holidays to you too! 🎄🥰

[featherfur]

What do you think is the occupations of your fav MDZS characters in modern AU?

Ooh fun one, technically there’s two: the one I think is most likely given their class in Canon, and the one I want because I think they’d enjoy it.

Jiang Cheng: canon based: probably a lawyer or accountant/business student who will take over the family business. Despite his propensity to let WWX do what he wants, Jiang Cheng really sticks to the ‘rules’ and status quo and is completely happy to follow those rules and has no complaints. I could also see him getting very pissed at shoddy police work or bullshit business deals. They’re the authority, they need to follow the rules or he’s going to destroy them in court because fuck you, listen to the Rules! Society will collapse without them!! (It won’t but JC is Dramatic)

What he would enjoy: okay it’s a secret love of mine that his ‘losing Lotus Pier’ is him going through a college phase and leaving the family business after overhearing that his dad never intended to give him the company anyways and starting his own company. It’s a mix between Wedding Planner and Fashion Designer because JC looks too good in his robes to not have something to do with design. He might also enjoy interior design but i don’t know enough about that. Or a small coffee shop that ends up recruiting Wei Wuxian for the night shift, but that’s more of personal enjoyment.

Xichen: seems like he’d be a musician/music teacher in either version, he seems like he’d enjoy teaching younger people even if it is probably at a private prep school. His uncle owns the school, which is one of those expensive fancy ass ones so they have a decent amount of funds. Classically trained and probably used to travel with an orchestra but eventually gives that up to return home and be a teacher like his uncle. I do sometimes like the idea of him being an art historian because he seems like the kind of dude who would learn everything about his favorite thing and want to talk about it very excitedly and discuss it in depth. Honestly he could thrive in anything but I think he’d be happiest in a place where he’s at equal standing rather than a typical business model where he’s much more limited in who he can talk to outside of a business demeanor.

Wangji: he’s just a rich kid, he exists to be a sugar daddy lets be honest. Wangji’s personality doesn’t exist without him being a spoiled rich kid. A music teacher of a sort but he’s not full time mostly he just invades Xichen’s classroom and takes a few kids at a time to orchestras and the like and has them try and pick out notes of their specific instrument based on what they’re hearing rather than just reading music. Does this do anything? Well Jingyi’s really good at hearing the piccolo over trumpets now so it’s a win. He’s smart enough to do anything he wants, however he doesn’t give enough fucks about getting along that he wouldn’t fit in elsewhere long term unless he was working under a close family friend.

Wei Wuxian: oooh, it’s a fun one. From Canon standpoint: probably an engineer or physicist. He’s got that Jiang money and you know JFM would be happy to pay and Madam Yu would refuse to have someone in the family who couldn’t uphold their image so she’d pay for it too. He probably has a lot of hobbies that make up for how dull engineering can be (no seriously sometimes it’s just not fun and I don’t mean the math part just the daily repetition).

Outside of canon: I could see him in many places but most I see him as probably a bartender who plays music on the weekend and has a bachelor pad covered in paint. You know the movies about the tortured artist in their loft apartment? That’s Wei Wuxian except he’s not tortured he’s just an insomniac and all of his friends have good sleep schedules. He doesn’t come out rich until LWJ and probably still bartends for fun.

Mingjue: canon based: he’s probably an ex military guy who came back to take care of his brother and started a martial arts/self defense gym. Lots of ex-Military go there because the government tends to toss them on the streets and they appreciate someone understanding the trauma they come back with. He could easily be a business manager but other than weapon designers idk what the Nie sect could be translated too and I don’t know how weapon businesses work

Personally: I really like him as a tattooist, Huaisang designs the art and he pops it down. Probably still ex-military but it’s an honest life and Huaisang makes a decent amount on commissions both for tattoos and from online work so he’s happy to have a job that involves minimal talking and keeps his brother able to do whatever he personally wants.

Huaisang: canon based: Mingjue’s ‘secretary’ and by secretary I mean he doesn’t do anything but flirt with the gym-goers and occasionally does painting commission work. He does keep track of expenses though because he knows loopholes of what he can get tax breaks on (JGY was v helpful with that)

Personally: makes art for his bro to tattoo, if NMJ dies then I think NHS might be willing to really go hard into business and maybe get JC on the phone to take over and help him run his business. But NHS who still has his brother is just going to do what he wants and spend most of his time relaxing. Besides if he wants anything special, WWX hands out LWJ’s money like it’s free cookies and NHS has no qualms about taking it.

And finally Jingyi: rich kid who exists solely to harass Jin Ling and tell Sizhui and Zizhen how amazing they are

[jerardeusebio]

Privy: A Bedroom Tour

Prologue

The house I grew up in was built by my great grandfather, Lolo Juan, in the '80s. When I say built, I don't mean he sat by the construction site and looked at the construction workers as they toiled away with their spades and trowels. With his own hands, he raised from the ground what would become his wedding gift to my parents. And though that house went through an expansion in the late ‘90s (construction work was so major we had to move out of it for a few months), the idea still amazes me to this day, every time I notice the original walls—thick and uneven in places—ever so conspicuous to a trained eye. These days I still see those walls, when I go there to eat and spend time with my family. I have to “go” to this house because I moved out of it in 2005.

When my family pooled enough funds to renovate the other house (we call it kabila)—an older, slightly smaller building within our family’s compound—adjacent to our home, I didn’t realize it was going to change things for me permanently. For many years, we had leased it to a lovely and dear family, but since my cousin from Mindoro, Jelina, and I were about to start attending the university here in Los Baños, we felt it was time to reclaim the space. And because adding an extension to the first house was out of the question, the grown ups decided to renovate this other house. We soon found out, Jelina and I, that we were not just getting a bedroom each, but a fully functional house with living and dining areas, a kitchen, two baths, and even a ping-pong area. (Our family does not play with college.) I felt that I was  just the lucky tag-along because Jelina and I were thick as thieves. This is the short version of why I presently have a house of my own, and why I live one rambutan tree away from my parents’ house. Jelina has since become a lawyer and a mother. As for me, well, I stayed in our house.

It has been 17 years since I moved into my bedroom, meaning it has also been that long since I started the task of transforming it, making it my own. This compulsion to transform spaces is characteristic of me, an established fact known by those who peopled my formative years. I imagine, though, how it could be new or perhaps confirmatory to casual acquaintances and friends. To illustrate: the first real dream I had for myself was to become an architect and/or an interior designer. (As a kid, I did not know the difference between the two.) And while this dream was short-lived, ceremoniously dashed by financial and logistical limitations, I never stopped being a frustrated interior designer. In fact, when we finally got cable when I was about 13, it was the Lifestyle Network and the HGTV specials, which aired on it, that I was glued to. And every so often, I would be moved by inspiration into sprucing up our home, a place totally unspruced by an electrical engineer and a physicist who seemed, to my uninformed eyes, beleaguered by other unworthy concerns. So as a child, I rearranged furniture, pointed to our good china and brought in potted plants whenever guests were expected. And for my visions that I couldn’t make real, I drew. I drew and fantasized about spaces and pretty things. Some of my fondest childhood memories come from being able to gussy up what little space I could, to make a thing of beauty out of the seemingly random things we owned. 

This flare for design was what I used as the strongest motivation to stay in my undergraduate program, BS Agriculture. I struggled with it at the beginning, but in the end was able to specialize in Landscaping. I felt that that was the closest thing I could get to an education in designing. The thought was potent enough to see me through graduation and even some recent passion projects. And this flare would never subside.

It took almost two decades and venerable strides to financial independence in order to fund this transformation, which really was a journey in itself. I initially wanted to just share the photos and leave it like that, without any of my narration, but I soon felt that this sharing was more than just a reporting of the present.

All about the journey, this is an account of the past and an ode to the future. I’m only capturing my space right at this particular moment, a blip along the long in-between. It just so happened that, now, my room is at its closest to looking and feeling like a reflection of my taste and personality. It feels like a good moment to pause.

Here, I hope to make you privy to my personal space and the stories about the things I willed to stay near. 

Though my house was wielded into existence for two college students, those two college students didn’t really get involved in its planning. We were just too young and couldn’t prospect enough to know better. In hindsight, though, it would have been nice if the two bedrooms were a lot bigger, even at the cost of a having smaller living area and kitchen. I say this because if asked today, I’d prioritize bedrooms over entertaining space. It is, after all, the one room in the world where we shed layers of ourselves and be completely vulnerable in, a liberating and frightful idea. But alas! The concrete has been dry since 2005, and my room has kept its original dimensions: 3.0 x 3.5 meters. 

At the center of the room is the bed. It’s there because I don’t like sleeping too close to the windows (scary stories from childhood leave their marks), and I have two windows: one facing the north and the other west. The bed’s location has worked for me in the long run. It’s made me feel centered, even as I sleep. The placement also gives primacy to what the bedroom is really most for. Having stuck to this idea, I wake up and the first thing I do is fix my bed. This is a source of pride for me. It becomes the first task and accomplishment of the day. As William McCraven once said about making one’s own bed, “If you can't do the little things right, you will never do the big things right.”

The bedstead was my gift to Dylan, back when we kept a flat in the city, when we were both still working in Makati. In our city days, Dylan and I slept on a foam mattress. This was something I didn’t prefer, being that I’m a child of one Rose Eusebio, who engraved in my mind pithy expressions like, “You spend a third of your life sleeping, invest in your sleep.” So the mattress under these navy blue Akemi sheets is new. It’s orthopaedic and so is, as the word “invest” suggests, one of my most expensive purchases from last year.

Next to my bed is a wall of photographs, arranged to give a semblance of a family tree, though, it really isn’t. I do feel like an elaborate arrangement like this takes away from the focal point of a bedroom. Not a smart design choice. It also adds to the rooms “museum” feels, as one of Dylan’s colleagues put it. But I justify it, to myself at least, using my sentimentality. 

This wall of photographs is my favorite spot and my most personal display. Here are descriptions of the images, from top to bottom, left to right: my parents at Christmas 2006; my brother Marky with our first dog Jana (Yuh-nuh); me eating dinuguan for the first, and most likely the last, time (what can I say, it was an event); a portrait of my sister Thea taken by me; a photo from the day of my baptism in Adelaide, 1989; my 25th birthday portrait; me with my late Grandma Sally; the males of the family in our garden, c. 2004;  the females of the family in Lucban, Quezon, c. 2004; me next to my late Grandma Lety and a Mer-nel’s cake in honor of my First Communion; a faded photograph of me on my 2nd birthday next to my late Ninang Gloria; and, lastly, a photograph of me and my mother.

Below the wall of photographs is a desk. I consider it to be a prized possession for a handful of reasons. For starters, I painted it its cream color in 2013. I also added the gilded scallop detail on its front and the similar gilded trimmings on either side (unseen). I was told this used to be my grandfather’s typewriter table. This means it’s old, which to me translates to being storied and precious. And because its height is odd (lower than a work desk should be), it has prevented me from working on it. This is desirable. I believe, more than ever, that work should stay outside the bedroom, especially if it could be helped. So the desk acts as my nightstand, holding books I am or should be reading, this champagne colored lamp (my only source of light at night), and a framed photograph of me on my mother’s lap. The image was taken by my father, when I was less than year old in Adelaide, South Australia. 

I am also told that the desk came with this chair. Both of these pieces were originally brown. But unlike the table, the chair was almost a goner. One could have been easily forgiven for dismantling it, using its parts for kindling. But I  refused do that, repairing and refurbishing it with the vigor of a procrastinating graduate student. I painted it to match its desk, and even upholstered it myself with this bird and orchid canvas from The Fabric Store. Today, I sit there to read or write down notes in my planner. In the photo, on the chair is a teddy bear, which I rescued from being thrown away. Dylan and I named it Akemi (after the bedsheets) as a joke, really, but for some reason it stuck. I saved and kept Akemi because he reminds me of one of the first (and saddest) books I’ve ever read as a child in the school library, The Velveteen Rabbit.

If you’re still reading up to this part and haven’t yet picked it up , then let me just come clean: I am cloyingly sentimental.

More proof of this comes next, with what I choose to keep above my head when I sleep: a framed copy of my first broadsheet publication. “A beautiful heart” was written and published in 2011, back when I was still working in a basement laboratory (my first job!). Its coming out into the world proved to be a pivotal point in my life. Just this one essay connected me to so many people who would later be instrumental in the shifts and changes in my life, and the overwhelming response I received from friends and strangers who read it was what pushed me to decide to get an education in creative writing. I had none of that whatsoever when I wrote the piece. Because of its significance, the essay is honored this way. Every year, on its anniversary (October 1), I read it here and reflect on the growing number of years between then and now.

Across the desk would be the reading nook. As a personal rule, this space is dedicated to reading books and materials for leisure, though in my line work, the distinctions blur every now and then. The bookshelves were built and installed around 2008 by an exceptionally skilled local woodworker we called Mang Roland. It’s pretty high, and one needs to stand on a chair to access the books, so I really only store books that I’ve read there. My favorite ones, which I usually also use as references for my creative writing classes, are either on the living room shelves or at the office.

The posh looking seat here, “The Chair” as I’d like to call it, is the newest addition to the nook and the room. I got it a few days before Christmas 2021, and I’ve just been smitten with it. As a kid obsessed with Mariah Carey and her infamous MTV Cribs episode, I feel like pieces such as this epitomize glamor, and I’ve moved past caring about being perceived as pretentious or gaudy or colonized. Looking at “The Chair” everyday since it arrived has given me much joy, and mostly for what it signifies I do have now: financial stability and independence. And “The Chair” being in my cart for a good four months before I decided to, you know, live a little, is proof enough that I really weighed things before I decided for it.

I consider reading to be a form of traveling, and so on the walls of this reading corner are two of my favorite travel photographs with Dylan. The left picture was taken by his brother, when we traveled to Samar in 2016. You can’t tell it at first glance, but we’re actually holding hands. The photograph on the right was taken on Christmas Eve 2017. We were touring the Angkor Wat Complex in Siem Reap as part of our unforgettable Indochina tour, and I just needed to frame the moment this way.

In between the framed travel photographs and the books is a special shrine. It’s what me and my friends call my Mariah Altar. Basically, it’s my Mariah Carey collection of concert tickets, mementos, and the CDs of hers I’ve amassed since I got my hands on Rainbow (1999)—my first official Mariah Carey CD—back in 2001. 

I credit Mariah for a lot of things, like pioneering rap artists and verses on mainstream songs and having had a number one single every year from 1990 to 2000. Oh, and she has also saved my life countless times. Apart from what I just mentioned and many more that I can’t possibly get into right now, she has also influenced my sensibilities, language, and style. Outside of my family, Mariah has had the most impact on my life. Her music has literally been the soundtrack to my whole life. And I giggle to admit that my bedroom’s decor is a budget, developing-country version of her Tribeca apartment in New York, photos of which appear in the November 2001 issue of Architectural Digest and November 2007 issue of Glamour.

Because my bedroom is probably only the size of one of Mariah’s bathrooms (no doubt), I can’t really have a walk-in closet. Not that I would want or even need one. When it comes to clothing, I believe, my sensibility and Mariah’s finally diverge.

Along with the built-in bookshelves, Mang Roland also created a custom armoire for me. I designed the entire thing, from the moulding outside down to the interior’s layout and measurements. Unfortunately, the wood-borers got to it. And after only about seven years, it had to go. I had to say goodbye to it, as I did Mang Roland, who passed away shortly after. 

Because the custom armoire was irreplaceable, I went for another built-in wardrobe. This time, I designed a bigger built-in steel frame. I used steel so, just in case the wooden parts get infested again, the structure could still stand. It was fabricated in 2019. Shortly after, the sliding mirror doors were added to it.

The most common compliment I get when I pull these doors open for family and friends is about how organized all my things are. (The only preparation I had to do before taking photographs of my room was to clean the mirrors.) Related this, I want to share two of my secrets: First, I read and applied Marie Kondo’s philosophy and techniques. And here I have to thank Dylan who seems to be always ten steps ahead of most people. He shared Marie Kondo’s books years before she even had her own Netflix show.

The second secret is my key takeaway from Marie Kondo’s books as well as the conclusion to many of my reflections on Stoicism and Buddhism: letting go. Right after I read Marie’s book, I gathered all my clothes, embraced and thanked them one by one, and then proceeded to let go of the items that no longer served a purpose to me. I still do this occasionally. I found that what happens next is that these things are given a chance to find their purpose and a home elsewhere, and that I’d end up with items that all have their purpose and proper place with me. This, ultimately, is how I have avoided clutter in the spaces I keep, and in my life as a whole.

On the right side of my wardrobe hangs my short-sleeved and patterned shirts. On the shelves below are the pamabahays—top and bottom matched and folded as one unit (another trick I learned from Dylan), all arranged in old shoe boxes. One side is for me, the other is for Dylan. On the middle shelf are the folded t-shirts arranged by color, and folded using a folding board. For this, I repurposed plastic certificate holders. (I got a ton of those during my first year as a UP faculty.) Doing this allows them to take consistent shape and form, and so stacking them is so much easier. The effect is also pleasing to the eyes. 

The lowest shelf is for shorts and pants, which I prefer to store in rolls. I use the same technique for my towels and bedsheets, which are stored in another room.

Though not really by design, the left side of the wardrobe has become the more formal side. Just like all of my clothes, the plain shirts are arranged by color. 

My brother Marky, in one of our many heated and passionate discussions, claimed that at least half of all my dress shirts are from him. I vehemently rebuked his statement only to find myself frowning in the mirror and at the truth, and admitting as much to him days later. It’s not a family secret that my brother has too many dress shirts. I’ve proposed multiple times about how convinced I am that it’s probably a clinical disorder. But while the discussion is not yet broached, I am the willing recipient of shirts he feels could help my style. (“You’re a UP professor, and should dress the part," he would say, and I’d remind him to concentrate on the “UP” part of his statement.) Caught in this photograph are thirteen shirts, eight of which are from him. To my credit, I did spend a considerable sum having them altered for my svelter frame, and at least now I’ve publicly acknowledged it.

Under the shirts are these native boxes I got towards the end of 2020, through a Facebook seller, back when I was too ignorant to check out what Lazada was all about. That transaction was a first for me. I had drive to a gas station (and through a bit of downpour) along SLEx to get them. And it was interesting, too, because the sellers were therapists. 

Now I have seven of these to hold various group of things like toiletries, underwear, socks, and out-of-season shirts. Having these boxes work for people like me (here’s another tip) who want to maintain the appearance of order. Things could stay chaotic inside these boxes and it won’t show. Managing an anxiety disorder for more than a decade has taught me clutter often triggers my anxiety.

I have two bigger versions of these native boxes below. They have lids, and so in them I’ve stored my backpacks and some older bags I use for travel. On top of these native boxes are displayed several bags, majority of which I received as gifts after finishing college and graduate school. As a reformed bag fiend, who once accumulated more than 20 bags and addressed the ridiculousness of it all by donating a dozen of them to charity, I’m proud to have held on to only these. Most of the year, particularly during the rainy months, I keep these bags in cloth bags for protection.

As you can tell by now, I’m a huge fan of using photographs to decorate my space. I believe I have amassed more than a hundred picture frames since 2005, some of which are next door and others are stored for ‘seasonal’ use. This is another testament to my sentimentality. (It’s becoming clearer and clearer that my sentimentality will be the ruin of me.) 

Beside the cologne bottles is a photograph of me and my Ninang, Mary Lou, who’s also had tremendous influence in my life. She’s influenced my taste, my style, and has also given me access to hard-earned wisdom, culture, and material things, specifically ‘Stateside’ stuff, like the bags and scents I have, and all the other finer articles of clothing I keep in my wardrobe, at least the ones I didn’t get from Marky.

Far right is an ornately framed photograph of my family in a park in Australia. It’s one of the first photographs ever taken of us as a family. The golden butterfly ornament thingy is actually a face cream holder, and belonged either to my late Grandma Lety or Ninang Gloria. I keep it in near to remind me of both them.

On the side of my wardrobe are more framed photographs with the ribbon details. This series shows more tender moments in my life arranged, top to bottom, from younger to older. It’s the first thing one sees when they open the door, and it’s  sort of a tribute to time.

On the other side of my bed is this vanity stool that once belonged to Ninang Gloria. I reupholstered it to match the typewriter table’s chair. Below the seat is more storage space, where I keep my pandemic staples: alcohol, masks, and disinfecting wipes. On the seat are the books I’m currently reading and a basket to hold products I use at bedtime. 

One of the newer features in the room would be the Bluetooth speakers, cleverly hidden on either side of the bed. (A portion of is captured in the photo below, one will just need to zoom in a bit.) The placement and speakers were Dylan’s early Christmas gift, and we’ve already tested when we watched a horror flick over the holiday break. On the weekends or after a long, rough weekday, I play Mariah nonstop. Of course.

Epilogue

These days, whenever I contemplate my room, I can’t say I feel like I’ve made it. There are still so many things I wish were different or could be better about it. I still wish the room was bigger. There isn’t one great photograph of the whole space here because the camera I used, with its fixed 35mm lens, wasn’t capable of capturing everything from any angle. And there also aren’t any pictures of the windows because what we have are louvre windows, a design choice by the grownups I’m still trying to reconcile with. I dream of tearing down the north wall so it could lead me to an indoor garden. And so many days of last year were spent complaining about our rowdy neighbors and the business of the street nearest the bedroom. I’ve known for quite sometime now that the it does not exist. Or if it does, it is an ever-moving target.

I also don’t think that I’ve accessed some level of “success,” although maybe I have, at least relative to Little Jerard. What I do think of, almost daily at meditation, is about how all of this is headed to chaos and oblivion. Daily, I accept this to be the truth. I bring to mind so many things: Lolo Juan’s house and how it has changed beyond recognition; our dear neighbors who gave up their lease; Jelina, who’s now on a different island; my BS degree; all my old clothes and bags; Mang Roland’s armoire; and just all the people I love, gone and never coming back, their faces forever frozen in photographs in my room. Bringing to mind all these—everything and everyone I have ever loved and lost—I marvel and cower at life’s mysteries.

One of the reasons I decided to write this entry was to catch and honor this particular moment, a point in my life where I recognize an overwhelming gratitude for the space I have created for myself. I’m writing this while I can still jot down these bits of stories and thoughts, while I have the memories as fresh as they’ll ever be. I do this because I am certain that I and all of this—we—will have to go one day. And that’s fine.

Not to say I don’t often ask questions like, “Who will take care of this room when I’m gone? Who will guard these mementos? Who will keep these ribbons dusted, glued, and 3M-ed to the wall?” For many, the worst answer to these questions would be “no one.” But I’ve long accepted this to be the most likely answer. I can’t see how I’ll have an heir, apart from my younger sister. And she may not even want to keep the room as it is. However it’ll be, all of these things I have collected and curated so painstakingly will, piece by piece, be disposed of. Maybe not in a day or a month, maybe not even in a year, but they will all eventually get there.

Meditation has helped me confront and embrace grim thoughts such as these by accepting them as possible, as happening. And then I lead myself to see how these thoughts ultimately—fortuitously—don’t and won’t matter at all. Coming to terms with life’s impermanence and our brief stay in places—some we even get to call home or my room—and embracing them all the same, has allowed me to be most grateful for what I have, both fleeting and lasting, and be most content with where I find myself presently: here and now.

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One thing that has always bothered me about the magical system in HP is how much it... doesn’t exist? No one questions anything, there’s almost no theoretical exploration, and Hermione Granger (someone I’ve always found to be of average intelligence at best) is the brightest witch of her age.

Some characters seem to be inexplicably more powerful, but I wonder if it isn’t simply a matter of discipline and will-power.

What are your thoughts on magic? We never really see what light vs. dark entails, so fanfic authors tend to make it up as they go along, but do you have any head-canons about how magic works in HP?

I mean, to be fair, it wasn’t really the point of JKR’s series. She just wanted to write about a kid going to a magic boarding school in Scotland with this quirky witch aesthetic. 

No need for her to placate us uber nerds who demand a sensible explanation to the minutia of her magical system. 

Right, but yes, it clearly bothers me too. No one questions anything, there’s no understanding of why wands and spells even work, or why it has to be in this weird pseudo-Latin. No one even bothers to learn Latin, for that matter, and you think they would given the damn spells. 

Hermione Granger is the brightest witch of her age given that “her age” is either around 30 people (the amount of people in her year) or else around 300 (the population of Hogwarts at a given time) which is a pitiful amount. She also is an extremely hard worker and actually reads her textbooks, sadly I think this gets you ahead of 95% of the population.

Part of the reason I think the Wizarding World thinks like this is that they’re this incredibly tiny, cut off, insular society. Generally, when you have a small society cut off like that you tend to lose innovation or even understanding of technology you have.

But that’s not what you asked. Right.

Personally, I think there is no light and dark magic. Magic is just this part of the natural universe that muggles, for whatever reason, are not able to directly access. It’s neither good nor bad, it just is. For that matter, I don’t think spells themselves really exist, or rather, they’re not what magic really is in its purest form but instead a way that humans can easily access and control magic to perform a certain task. Kind of a glorified API if you will. 

So, dark magic and light magic are instead arbitrary labels that wizards apply to their own tool box based on the functions of that tool. If you have a tool that is only designed for/can be used for the murder and torture of sentient beings: well, that’s bad, we’ll call that dark. That said, do I think the spells themselves are inherently evil? No. It’s like if you open up your tool box, pick out a sledgehammer, and go, “This, my child, is an instrument of pure evil and you must never touch it.” Well, that’s a bad comparison, it’d be like taking a handgun out of your tool box and saying “this is a dark weapon”. Now, this gets into a debate I don’t want to get into, but to me dark spells are a lot like handguns (they’re designed for only one purpose and there’s no squirming your way out of what that purpose is).

Now, I think wizards have forgotten this (mostly because they don’t understand what spells or magic is), and so they get very hung up on the labels of spells or even just your odd genetic trait (i.e. parseltongue). So, we have these weird moments where someone uses, say, the severing charm to cut somebody open in the middle of the street. And it’s less bad than if they had used the killing curse to kill them painlessly and easily, because the severing charm’s not dark magic. 

It’s like... If someone were to walk out and bash someone over the head with a sledgehammer until it kills them it’s less evil than if they shot them in the head with a handgun.

Wizards seem to miss the point of this. 

As for what magic is, I believe it’s... direct energy that wizards are able to access in a way that muggles (thus far) cannot. What do I mean by thus far? Well, look at electricity. In ye olden days, I’m sure that if you asked a wizard they would say that making artificial light without flame is a property solely done by magic and muggles are not capable of it. Well, muggles then did it, and suddenly the definition and parameters of magic change. Wizards are kind of like chess grand masters who suddenly lose to your AI du jour, who say that it doesn’t count because the AI didn’t really do it like a human would. It’s not real intelligence.

I don’t believe people have magic in and of themselves, any more than anyone else does at any rate, because we see too little differences between powerful and mediocre wizards. You’re either a squib or you’re not, there doesn’t really seem to be a spectrum, and those who struggle with spells appear to do so for other reasons (Neville has severe confidence issues and is traumatized, Harry’s an idiot, etc.) 

I think what separates the great wizards from the rest is hard work, the ability to read books and learn from them, even an inkling of understanding of how spells really work and how to create them (and this makes you Voldemort level right here), and a good ear to be able to pronounce your ridiculous pseudo Latin.

The wand is a tool specifically designed so that, with repeatable easy to understand steps, you can perform a whole array of tasks and even use them as building blocks to develop a new spell (combine swishes, flicks, and various garbled sentences together in such a way and BAM new spell).

Your wand, in other words, is your API to direct and access untold amounts of energy from the universe.

But people have forgotten that so instead what you memorize are very specific function calls that will prove useful in your daily life.

As for the wand and spells themselves, well, here’s my hokey ridiculous theory on how that came about. A long time ago, a brilliant foreigner enters the Roman Empire with a revolutionary idea that puts him on the level of Einstein/Newton/Feynman Name Your Stupidly Brilliant Physicist. He says, hey, how about instead of doing these time consuming magical rituals we develop a tool that, in a matter of seconds, allows us to perform truly complicated and powerful magic any time we want. No more relying on having the right ingredients about, virgin sacrifices, the full moon, etc.

Everyone probably laughs at him, but then he goes off and designs a rudimentary wand, and through probably some uber ritual that was dangerous as hell implements this system by which by flicking your wand a certain way and saying basic commands like “levitate”, “repair”, etc. you can perform these tasks.

Only, the guy’s foreign and Good Will Hunting (no formal education in the empire), so he doesn’t actually speak Latin. So what you have instead is this weird half-Latin like, “Leviupwards Fly”, “Repair-o”, etc. 

It sounds dumb as hell, but goddammit it works, and more it gives Roman wizards an unheard of advantage against their enemy wizards who are all stuck doing these stupid rituals. They suddenly have a vast military might, so long as they use these wands and spells this guy came up with.

Everybody who’s anybody, who wants to win a fight, is now using wands. Wandcraft becomes a huge deal and people specialize in fine tuning these things exactly so as to get the maximum efficiency for a particular user.

And they probably go up to our guy and say, “Hey, buddy, can you make this in actual Latin? I can barely remember what it is I’m supposed to say to get this to work” and after the hours, and hours, and hours he spent making this thing that nobody helped him with he goes, “DO IT YOURSELF, BITCH”. And they never do because they’re too damn lazy/have no idea how he actually did it and any attempt to recreate it ends up with something that’s pitiful and doesn’t work. 

So, they’re all stuck with it, and thousands of years later they forget this guy even existed and while there’s a recognition that not all magic has to be performed by wands there’s just this feeling that the wand is the magic. And so no one will ever come up with an English/French/Whatever version where when you say “Up” the thing goes up. 

And that’s “The History of Magic” as brought to you by The Carnivorous Muffin.

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Y/N was just an average girl. 

Though some could say she tread on the nerdier side of things, she was neither here nor there as far as social groups at school. No one really bullied her, she sort of just kept to herself and did her work and that was all she needed to get by. Her parents were middle class, working average jobs, and Y/N would likely follow suit. She really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do just yet. Everything was fine in her life, except for the fact that her boyfriend of three years refused to touch her. It was a shame really. She had grown a really strong attachment to him and they used to hang out all the time, but as they got older it seemed like he wanted less and less to do with her. His status as student body president definitely helped her out and well... Everyone had a crush on Timothée. She really wanted to explore with him, wanted to pleasure him and vice versa, bond in a way so many others described. But she just boiled it down to her not being sexy enough for him. She saw the browser history on his computer when he left it out in his bed while showering. He didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N, couldn’t say she didn’t have fantasies about one particular bad boy. Harry. 

Harry was in fact, that skater boy. That one guy that rode his board out of school— until he had gotten his car. He still rode it around the school campus, not at all hiding it. Even at the age of 17, he had gotten tattoos. His parents were wicked cool. They didn’t mind him doing whatever as long as he did well in school, and attended functions like family parties and whatever. They were close, anyways. His father was a well known quantum physicist and his mum, a romance novel author. His group of friends called his home their main hang out area. He had a good head on his shoulder despite what his look may say. He knew people would definitely be judging him and truth be told, he didn’t much care. He was more into what he was working towards versus what high school champs had to say. 

Harry was intrigued when Mr. Beck partnered him with Y/N for a science project, though. She was a very good girl. Known for good grades and dating that class president dude, Timothée. He was pretty sure the dude was 100% gay or at least bi based on the subtle flirting he had initiated with Harry until a few years back when he decided to date Y/N. In his opinion, it was a waste because whenever he saw them, there was no passion. Y/N was hot as fuck— you’d have to be blind to not see it. But he didn’t know what went on behind the scenes. He wasn’t close with her but she seemed chill enough, so he didn’t mind when she was partnered with him. 

“Hey. Come in.” He said politely as he answered the door for Y/N, holding it open and taking her bag. He could hear the little jingle of bells on collars and realized he hadn’t warned her. “Uh— we have a bunch of cats. Is that cool? Or do we need to leave? Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you were allergic or something.”

“Hi.” Y/N squeaked out, taking a step inside and thanking him for taking her bag. His house was massive! You’d never be able to tell he had a house like this just by looking at him, but the address clearly stated it was his so she didn’t bother leaving and looking for another. The first thing she noticed besides the beautiful interior of the house was the sound of little bells. Y/N turned her head to see about four cats coming towards her and her heart melted. “Oh my goodness! I didn’t know you had kitties!” She quickly dropped down to her knees to greet them, “hi little angels!” She cooed, sticking her hand out for each of them to have a sniff and see if they liked her or not before she went to pet them. She looked up at Harry with a bright smile, “Sorry, my parents never let me have pets after my bunny died in 4th grade because they didn’t want me to go through that emotional trauma again.” She knew it was a bit of an overshare, but that’s just the kind of person she was. Harry looked extremely attractive from this angle, ideas swirling around in her mind about all the things she could do with him. Y/N stood up again, fixing her little overalls before pulling off her shoes and leaving them by the door. She didn’t want to get a nice house like this all messy. She walked up to Harry again, expecting him to lead her towards his room or wherever they wanted to work.

Harry was impressed. All the cats seemed to like her, including Grumpy. He was named that for a reason. His smush face and grumpy look were warnings for how he really didn’t like anyone but Harry and his parents. But he was rubbing against Y/N’s hand and then her leg with a purr. 

“Oh. I’m sorry about your rabbit. It always sucks when they die.” Harry said softly. He wasn’t sure why she told him, but it did make him sad to hear it. He lost a cat a few months back and it did hurt. There was definite emotional trauma in it. “They like you. That’s cool. They’ll probably follow us up. Are you cool with going to my room? That’s where my computer is.” He hadn’t brought it down but his room was his preferred study space. He also didn’t want her to think he was some creep so gave her the option, which she nodded to. “It’s at the top, the attic space so prepare for some steps.” He said sheepishly, picking up her bag again so he could carry it up. “Oof. Are there bricks in ‘ere?” He was teasing.

“I don’t mind.” Y/N felt good about the fact that his cats liked her, she was rather fond of them already so she didn’t mind them coming upstairs with them. She felt herself get all nervous because well... she would be going to Harry’s room. He probably had no idea about the filthy thoughts she had about him, even just watching him walk up the stairs was hot. “No! Just my laptop and notebook... maybe a pencil case... and a water bottle.” Y/N defended, feeling her face get all blushy because she did realize there was quite a lot of stuff in her bag. However, walking up the stairs wasn’t all too difficult. They were perfectly spaced out which was nice, all of the decor in the house was beautiful but still very cozy. The house was definitely lived in. 

His room though? Goodness. 

“Wow...” Y/N mumbled as she stepped up inside. It was amazing. The walls were white but he had a theme of wood and navy, some vintage looking items here and there. Overall she noticed his little reading nook and what seemed to be an astronomy section with bean bags and a telescope. He even had a mini fridge in there and a cupboard... even a microwave! It was a whole little man cave. 

“Yeah, s’nice. It’s my own little place.” He smiled at her reaction, putting her bag down on his bed as he grabbed his laptop and unplugged it from the charger. “Want a water?” He didn’t listen for an answer, rather grabbed her one and handed it to her. His mum had raised him to always give company a drink. “We can work on my bed. The cats will probably come in here and pretend they aren’t looking for attention when they are.” He smirked, going over to his bed and sitting against the headboard like area. She looked shy so he tilted his head, patting the blanket. “C’mon then. Don’t be shy. This isn’t your first time in a boys room, is it?” He couldn’t imagine that Timothée was dating a hot bitch like Y/N and not be tapping it. If she didn’t have a boyfriend he would be trying to get her to know better because she really was gorgeous. But they’d been dating too long and Y/N probably wouldn’t go for that.

Y/N knew that her blush gave away her answer as she went to sit on his bed, not quite next to him though. She was a bit too nervous for that. In her mind she was already sitting on Harry’s lap with his hands gripping at her ass, his perfectly plump lips slotted between her own. Y/N shook her own thoughts out of her head but felt like she needed to answer his question. 

“Maybe it is...” She mumbled, pulling her laptop out of her bag and turning it on. It suddenly got very hot in his room and not just because they were in the attic. Y/N was burning up, his eyes were very obviously on her and she knew he’d ask and she’d definitely confess to him. She’d do anything Harry wanted her to do really, fuck. She just wanted to be touched. Seeing the look of shock and confusion prompted her to explain further despite how anxiety provoking it might have been. “Timmy and I don’t—” Y/N started, looking away feeling all embarrassed. “He won’t...” She couldn’t even say it, she was just that shy and embarrassed.

Oh. Wow. He didn’t.... he didn’t fuck her? Harry thought.

“You’re kidding?” He raised a brow. He understood what she meant. It went from zero to a hundred real quickly but he couldn’t say he was angry about it. He just didn’t understand why. 

Y/N’s face grew incredibly hot, looking up at Harry with a serious but semi spooked expression when he asked if she was kidding. She absolutely wasn’t kidding. If she was kidding she wouldn’t be so damn horny and ravenous. She felt like she could burst all the time, touch starved beyond belief. Sure, he’d kiss her, but never anything too passionate. It would always make him uncomfortable the second they got too hot. 

“How come you’re tellin’ me this? I mean... it’s fine you do, I won’t say shit but, we barely know each other.” He questioned, putting an arm behind his head as he looked expectantly at her for an answer. She was hot. Sexy as fuck, had that innocent good girl appeal and he loved that shit, personally. Timmy. God, the least sexy name to moan in bed. Really. He could only think about the fairy godparents cartoon. Ick. He was surprised though. “You’ve been dating for years, haven’t you?” It definitely wasn’t a Y/N problem. She was blurting things out so if she wanted to, she would have told him.

Y/N’s mouth went dry because well, she had an answer for him, she just wasn’t sure how he’d react. “cause... I know you enough to know you make me really nervous, especially right now.” Y/N was really bad at being sexy, her delivery and flirting was horrible but she hoped he picked up what she was putting down. “Yeah... we’ve been together for three years.” Y/N explained, letting out a deep breath. “It wasn’t so bad at first, but I just—” She was horny. She was so fucking horny it was ridiculous. She’d probably moan if they held hands at this point. “I’ve tried, but he’s not into it I guess.”

Harry could tell she was horny. He could feel it. He just knew. Looking at her, she was a bit antsy. Not able to sit still but most importantly, squeezing her thighs together. No way. She was horny and maybe partly because of him? 

“Not into it? That’s some bullshit.” Harry scoffed. “Not to be weird, but you’re hot as fuck. If he’s not into it he might be gay or is just blind.” He didn’t want to offend her but he had a feeling it was the first. Either way, there had to be a reason for him not wanting to eat the girl alive. Harry had definitely noticed Y/N before. She was cute, kind, had his favorite type of body, and had pretty, full lips. Also, a very cute laugh. She was innocent and he liked that type of vibe. Maybe it was a bit fucked to be aroused by that but hey, he was a teenage boy as well. “Don’t have to be nervous, babe. I don’t bite. Unless asked.” He gave her another smirk. Her blush was cute and her flush reminded him again at how easy it was to work her up. They’d begun working but Harry still had a question of two, and he could feel her hormones— he swore he could. The poor thing. 

Well. There it goes. 

The guy Y/N had been having sexual fantasies about for years calling her hot? Of course she wouldn’t be able to calm down now. Her face hadn’t cooled off, he didn’t really give her a chance to either. She just pulled her hair up into a bun but it didn’t help. Poor girl, you could see it on her neck too. She was just nervous and embarrassed and horny. So so horny. Timmy being gay though? It could be a solid explanation for why he didn’t want to touch her. It’s not like he looked at other girls, he always called her pretty and complimented her looks. Was always okay with cuddling and other platonic stuff.. maybe the kissing was just him trying to make it seem believable. Harry was always around though, sometimes she’d just imagine it was his hair she was carding through, that it was his jaw she was cupping instead of Timmy’s. She loved Timmy, she did, but she wasn’t sexually attracted to him. She tried to be, wanted to be, if he reciprocated maybe she would be? But even having Harry next to her was turning her on. Even hearing him say he didn’t bite unless asked? She could have died, swore she let out a whimper when she shifted. 

“Has he touched you at all?” Harry questioned.

“No, just kissed but like.. nothing crazy.”

“Seriously? He’s holdin’  out on you like that? That’s not fair.” Harry muttered. Fucking crazy. The fact that the guy got one of the hottest girls in school and refused to do anything with her when it was blatantly obvious that she needed a good dicking, more than anything? Negligent, at best. “You said you tried and he’s not into it... what did you try? Was it something weird or just asking?” He was trying to figure this out. “You don’t have to tell me and it’s none of my business but, m’just curious.” He was curious if she was hinting towards Harry taking care of it. Which he would happily do. The poor thing looked like she needed an orgasm more than anything else. He wouldn’t be opposed to a good make out session and finger fuck.

Y/N was surprised by how genuinely shocked he was that nothing was happening between her and Timmy. It made those butterflies spring up in her stomach and go haywire, his tone was suggesting he was curious which was good of course. If he thought she was attractive then... surely she wasn’t the problem. 

“I um...” Y/N was so nervous talking about this stuff, it really wasn’t like her at all. Hearing her say these things out loud made her physically cringe but he did ask. He couldn’t read her mind, could he? “Anytime I’d try to like... grind on him when we kiss and stuff, he’d just stop it.” She explained, feeling her cheeks get all boiling hot again. She regretted wearing a sweater. “I haven’t brought it up to him or anything cause I don’t want him to feel bad.” Y/N was still a sweetheart, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel inadequate. She’d been with him for three years, that was quite the long time.

“Jesus. That is either some good control or he can’t get hard. If he can’t, he's definitely not straight, babe.” Harry could be positive about that. Any straight man would be like an eager puppy to get between her legs. Harry included, if that was offered up. “M’sorry. That sucks. So you’ve been sexually frustrated for 3 years then?” He shook his head. “Not to be a dick, but how come you haven’t broken up with him yet? He isn’t meeting your needs. Any good man takes care of their girl. It’s just... how it should be.” Harry couldn’t believe this. “Trust me, you’re hot as fuck. Again, sorry if this is crude but— you’ve got the perfect thighs and probably a gorgeous pussy. Can’t imagine a man not wanting to get his mouth or hands on it. Or your tits. M’sure you’re told that often.” Maybe his vulgar speech would deter her but he had a feeling she would love it.

If someone told Y/N she’d be sitting on a bed with her crush while he told her that she had great thighs, tits, and assumed she had a gorgeous pussy, she would have laughed in their face. Harry looked completely serious too, his own eyes had grown dark and Y/N just felt stuck in shock. 

“Yeah..” She squeaked, swallowing thickly as she tried to focus back on the project but she was just staring at the screen. “He’s my best friend.. I care about him and he’s been there for me through a lot I— I couldn’t just do that.” She didn’t have the heart to break up with him. She needed a proper reason, just so she could feel guilt free. Y/N couldn’t just ask him to help her out could she? He had expressed to her how he felt like any good man took care of their girl's needs and well... she wasn’t his girl but oh did she want to be. As far as Y/N knew, he had slept around quite a lot. He thought she was attractive but he probably thought many girls were attractive. Maybe he’d just fuck anything? 

But she’d been thinking about him for so long.

Harry knew that she was avoiding looking at him because she was aroused by his words. She liked what he had to say and how he said it. It was obvious by her reaction. Which did make him smile a bit. She was flushed and biting her lower lip and he wanted to see just how flustered he could get her. 

“I get that. But how great is he if he’s not taking care of a need you obviously are being deprived of.” Harry muttered. Little French shit. He could fight him for that alone. “Are you horny, Y/N?” He asked. His body shifted so he was properly facing her, closer than before.

She really thought she’d be able to hold it together, but when he asked her flat out if she was horny she knew she couldn’t lie anymore. Y/N has fully shown up to do work and now it was looking like she was going to get an orgasm too? That seemed fake, there’s no way. But he had shifted a bit closer to her, completely forgetting about his laptop. Her eyes snapped to look up at him, swallowing thickly before looking back at her laptop. 

“Maybe.” She offered up shyly. She kept glancing up at him and looking away. She was just that nervous. Y/N couldn’t even pretend she felt bad for liking it either. It wasn’t like she hadn’t given Timmy an option, she was positive he probably would be upset... maybe he would be, but— she couldn’t pass this up, she’d been thinking about it for so long.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” Harry couldn’t pass this opportunity up either. Especially because it was a dream. Y/N was exactly his type and he liked her energy. She wasn’t being treated properly by her boyfriend and that wasn’t okay in his book. He knew she would say yes but the whimper made his stomach clench. She was desperate for it. The look on her eyes showed it. His hand came up to feel her face, immediately feeling her cheek lean into his touch. 

“Poor girl. Have been left to fend for yourself for a while. S’not fair to you. Not at all.” He sighed, truly in awe of how any man could let a wet cunt and a woman eager to use it up. “What would you like me to do?” He wanted to coax something out of her. “How worked up are you?”

Y/N’s heart dropped so far it probably fell out of her ass. Hearing him offer to take care of her sent her into a fit of emotions. Her eyes got all floaty, her cunt creating a second heartbeat, her body was naturally leaning towards his and she could have sworn she was dreaming at this point because it was all too good. Of course she agreed, closing her laptop and casting it aside so she could focus on the task at hand. She was far too focused on how good it felt to have his hand on her cheek that she hadn’t registered that he was asking her about what she wanted him to do. Y/N felt her face warm up all over again because she didn’t want to say it outright. It would sound so dirty, she felt like she couldn’t say. She scanned his eyes, waiting for him to say something but he wasn’t letting up. 

“I—I’m really sticky..” She whispered, already feeling shy and embarrassed about all of this. Y/N knew she wasn’t exactly sexy or anything.

Harry knew that she may be embarrassed of how she said things but to him, it was hot. The fact no one else had touched her before and she was going to let him... it was sexy as fuck. Especially because she has a boyfriend who wasn’t up to par with what she wanted.

“S’okay, love. That’s good. Very normal.” He felt himself harden a bit at the visual. “C’mere. Come on my lap.” He motioned for her to straddle him, which she did eagerly. Fuck, this was going to be fun. He was going to teach her some shit. “Why don’t you show me how you like to kiss, sweetheart? Let me see how you want things. Don’t be embarrassed about it either. I promise I’ll find it hot.” He pulled her face down to his and felt his body warm up, her eyes blow and obviously her face warm and eager to get herself touched. “Just kissing for a bit. Then I’ll touch.”’

She wasn’t sure how she was meant to keep her breathing steady when he had so casually just asked her to straddle his lap. Y/N didn’t really think before she moved, surprising even herself with how easily and comfortably she moved into his lap. She felt like everything had gone into slow motion, nodding when he asked her to show him how she liked to kiss. That she could do. 

Y/N was positive he could feel her clench, cunt throbbing at the idea of finally getting to kiss him. She’d been waiting for so long, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to stop once she started. With her face mere centimeters away from his face, she paused for a moment before letting her eyes flutter shut as she leaned in. 

Fuck. 

The pathetic sounding whimpered she released at the feeling had her blushing even harder. Y/N hadn’t made many sounds or answered many of his questions, but that was mostly because she was used to being quiet. This kiss however? God was it perfect. Y/N felt hungry, kissing him with such a desperate need. There was still passion behind it, but she just really wanted him.

Harry could tell this girl was hungry for it. Literally starved for orgasms and he couldn’t help but think about what a damn shame it was that no one had been giving it to her. When her mouth tasted this good and she was so eager and hot in her kisses, he would give her whatever the fuck she wanted. He kissed deep right back, hand wrapping around her hip and pulling her down on to him. She was pleased at that, Harry showing her it was okay to grind. Which, to be honest, may have been a mistake considering how good she was at it. He groaned into her mouth as she rocked and worked her hips, her lips open as she whimpered. 

“S’it good? Think you’re rubbin’ your clit right against my cock like that.” He murmured into her mouth, wanting to talk dirty and see what she would do. What she would respond with.

She couldn’t have imagined it being this good, him kissing her back as if he too had wanted her for all this time. It didn’t feel like this when she kissed Timmy, as awful as it was to say, she was starting to think that maybe Harry was right about him. She was quickly snapped out of those thoughts when his hand pushed her hips down against him. 

“Mmmm” A long whine fell into his mouth, her hips moving at a pretty eager pace. Y/N really wanted to cum. She wanted it so bad she genuinely thought she’d lose it. Of course, she’s made herself cum before, but it felt so different when someone else was involved. Especially that someone being Harry. Y/N felt her cunt throb at the dirty talk. Another pathetic sounding moan fell from her lips and her eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure. “Feels so good.” She whimpered against his lips, desperate for him to touch her. Y/N wasn’t sure what he would do, but having his hands on her? In any way? She would surely lose her mind. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, sticking to his shoulder cause it just seemed right to steady herself. Y/N needs something more.

“Good. You can touch me.” Harry gave her the go ahead. “Wherever you want.” She obviously didn’t know how to do it and he wasn’t going to shame her or want to make her feel uncomfortable. Rather, he slid a hand up her skirt, gently lifting it up and getting his hands into her panties. It was arousing to say the least. His hands held her ass, grabbing at it and helping her move her hips. Holding the bare skin, he squeezed and licked into her mouth, feeling her work her cunt harder and hump a little faster against him. Obviously it felt good to her. “Such a perfect ass, baby.” He whispered, giving her a sweet pet name. “So eager for me. So sweet.” He chuckled, moving to kiss at her neck. She was going to lose it and he liked that he was the one doing it.

Funny how things unfolded exactly how Y/N pictured it in her mind. The second she sat down on the bed she was thinking about straddling him and having his hands on her ass and now that’s exactly what they were doing. It felt so fucking good too. Y/N was trying to hold back her whimpers, but Harry didn’t let up. He just kept licking into her mouth, rubbing and squeezing at her ass as if she wasn’t completely losing it in his lap. Her hands hand hesitantly traveled up to his hair, the way she’d do it to Timmy except... he seemed to respond in a much more appropriate way. Harry seemed to like it, liked it a lot based on the hard squeeze he gave her ass. Y/N let out shaky moans when his lips attached to her neck, she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Please— I need more.” She pleaded, “feels good, but I need more.. please.” Y/N was begging him to touch her. She wouldn’t tell him explicitly, but if he wanted to lay her down and work his fingers against her she’d like that or even if he wanted to put his mouth to work. Anything, she just needed to cum.

“There we go. Love to hear you ask me.” Harry had been waiting for that begging, and he had gotten it. There was a quick switchover, Harry laying her down and gently moving so he was between her thighs. He would start simple. His finger ran over the soaked through cotton of her pink panties, groaning at the sight. “They’re completely soaked.” He hissed, gently pulling them to the side. He couldn’t stop the deep breath that came when he saw her arousal stringing to the panties when he moved it over. “Fuck me. S’sticky all over your panties. I love that.” He has that effect on her, didn’t he? That was the best part. He had done that. He was going to make her feel the best she ever had. Fingers spread her open, a hum of appreciation coming from his mouth. “Just like I knew it. You’ve got the prettiest pussy... so wet... look how swollen your clit is.” He murmured, thumbing over it. It was visible and his mouth was watering. That pressure on her clit alone had the girl jilting under his touch, making him feel satisfied. His thumb rubbed harder in the sensitive part, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure. “So pretty. Fuck. Can’t believe he’s never touched it. Left it for me to play with.”

Thank goodness she was laying down because Y/N was sure she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself up. He had simply lifted her skirt and revealed her panties, he didn’t even think twice. It seemed everything he did just turned her on. She liked that he just took what he wanted but also made sure she was feeling good. Y/N didn’t realize just how wet she was until he started to run his fingers over her and they felt completely slick. Her eyes rolled back, one of her hands gripping at his bed sheets while the other stayed on the nape of his neck tangled into his perfect locks. Her breath hitched, her other hand moving to cover her mouth because she knew she was about to be so fucking loud. Her body practically twitched whenever he rubbed over her swollen clit, his fingers were working magic in her and honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she could do it better herself. 

“Ah!” Y/N whined, her hips bucking up against his touch when she felt herself getting closer. She was so worked up she knew she could cum right then and there if he would let her. Her body was giving it away.

It made Harry all too aware of how stupid Timothée was. He wasn’t touching this cunt? Wasn’t getting these reactions? He had to be gay. There was no other way. 

“You’re so sensitive... fuck.” Harry couldn’t believe she was trusting him. If all people do this to her. It wasn’t like they’d ever been close. They went to each other’s birthday parties in elementary school like all the kids in classes did. But that was about it. Thank god for anatomy. 

“Just relax, love.” He muttered, spreading her legs further as he got comfortable. “This is gonna feel really good. Just do what feels right. Can pull on my hair... be as loud as you want, please. Love to hear I’m going a good job.” He smirked, holding her thighs open as he licked one thick stripe up her cunt.

“Oh— oh my god!” Y/N gasped loudly when she felt his wet tongue on her cunt. Her legs twitched from the pleasure that was spiking now that he was focused in her clit. Her hand traveled down to tug at his hair as suggested, her whole body reacting to his actions. She’d never felt anything like this before, felt like she was dreaming. At first she was a bit shy with the noises she was making, but he clearly didn’t like that, immediately increasing the pressure and speed and sticking to it so that she was a moaning mess for him. Y/N knew that if anyone was home they’d think someone was being tortured but god— it was nothing but sweet sweet pleasure. When Y/N played with herself on her own she never pushed her limits like Harry was doing. She was so sensitive and she knew that, but he was purposely working over her most sensitive spots so she was writhing and twitching beneath him. “Ah— mmmm—“ Y/N whined out, “Harry!” She gasped, feeling herself falling over the edge quite rapidly. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, it was so incredibly fast she wasn’t ready for that at all. Her moans were high pitched and whiny, her breathing heavy as she tried to get air in her lungs. She held herself back too, felt like she was going to pee on him if he kept going.

Harry kept going. 

If this was her first orgasm by someone else, her first proper orgasm? She was going to get the best one. He knew she was sensitive— could feel it in her shaking thighs, but he was a man of conviction. He went full on, suckling on her clit. The way she was reacting was beautiful, a soundless scream followed by his name and shudders. However— he wasn’t expecting her to squirt. It was the hottest damn thing he had ever experienced in his life. Her first orgasm and she was cumming that hard, Harry pulling back and rubbing her clit hard as she continued to leak. 

“Fuuuuuck, yes. Give it to me, sweetheart.” He groaned. Holy fuck. He hadn’t expected it to turn out like this at all but he wasn’t going to complain.

The sound that escaped her even shocked Y/N. A loud, borderline pained, scream left from her throat and her eyes squeezed shut. Her breathing was shaky, her hands having moved to cover her face because holy fuck was she overwhelmed. It was a lot. Y/N didn’t think it was humanly possible to cum that hard, and he just kept going. She was so sensitive it hurt, especially when he started rubbing on her clit after she seemingly peed on him but, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she thought he liked it. Y/N was in an endless stream of whimpers and throaty moans, he didn’t seem like he was giving up any time soon and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another. 

“It hurts—” She whimpered out, moving her hands from her face to grip at the pillow behind her. “But it feels so good.” Y/N was completely fucked. So gone for, the hormones and endorphins overcoming her. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she let him continue. She didn’t want him to stop if she was going to keep feeling like this.

“God, you’re so good. Letting me do whatever I want... we’re so deprived before, weren’t you?” Harry was shocked. The fact she was letting him continue, shaking but loving every bit? He was happy. Damn. Finally, a girl who could keep up with him and she had to be taken. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over her clit lazily. His mouth had kissed at her thighs, biting down gently on one. “Hm.. can I mark here?” It wasn’t like her boyfriend was gonna see it. “And you don’t mind if I get myself off, do you?” He wanted to cum on her thighs or her stomach. His cock ached in his pants and he had no problem just getting her off, but he needed to cum. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to do anything, though. Despite it all, he respected her. She was a good girl. He was tainting her a bit but, she was happy to be tainted.

Y/N nodded her head to let him know she was okay, but he didn’t seem happy with her nodding, he wanted an answer. “Yes.” She whimpered out an answer to all of the things that he asked, still breathing shakily and twitching whenever the tension built up enough. The slow rubbing on her clit was still bringing her lots of pleasure, it made her want to cum again and that freaked her out. Could she really take that much? She’d never seen a cock in person before. Only even in porn but she didn’t watch that either because it made her feel yucky. Y/N swallowed thickly, seeing just how big he was. Holy shit. That was meant to fit inside someone? She already had trouble sticking her fingers in, but that? However, she was interested in watching him. Y/N watched him with loopy eyes, knowing for a fact she’d worship him after this. If he let her come back for more she happily would. Hell, she’d follow him around like a puppy if he kept making her feel like this.

It was probably the hottest hook up Harry’s ever had. Truth be told. He was in shock that Y/N was so needy for it and the fact she had let him be the one to play with her, to get her off, it was astonishing. There was nothing hotter than watching her legs open and pussy pulsing a bit from the intensity of her orgasms. 

“Mmm... you’re fucking hot.” Harry hissed, stroking himself as he bit down on her thigh. She let out a yelp that turned into a whine as he sucked a mark on to the softness of it, smirking when she rutted into his finger. After that though, he decided to take things up. “M’not gonna go in. Just... relax.” He rested himself against her cunt and rubbed the tip against her clit as he stroked himself heavily, hissing when her slickness covered him. It made it easy to stroke. “Jesus, you’re good. Feels good, hm? Better than your own fingers?” He knew it was. She looked fucked out, hips bucking into his own as he approached his own orgasm. Would it be too far to cum on her cunt? “Can I... fuck, can I cum on your cunt?” He had originally wanted her tummy or her thighs but seeing his cock against her now... he felt a bit primal.

Y/N had never expected this. This was the farthest she’d gone with anyone and the fact that it was with the guy that she’d been fantasizing about for years? It felt so unreal, definitely added to the intensity of her orgasms. Having him mark her? In a place where she’d be the only one to find it? That made her cunt throb. He started rubbing himself on her and she felt like that was a whole other level of horny. He felt so good against her, Y/N didn’t think she was that hot but Harry seemed to think so and that was enough to get her to feel confident enough to answer him with her full voice when he asked to cum on her cunt. 

“Yeah... you can cum on me..” Y/N didn’t have it in her to say cunt yet, but baby steps nonetheless. Harry was so hot, he looked so good above her. They weren’t even naked, just their lower halves, which in a way made it hotter because they were just that needy. His face was still slick with her, and that was something she couldn’t get over. 

It was apparent that Y/N didn’t know just how hot she was and that was a goddamn shame in Harry’s opinion. Because she was. She was so hot and he was sure that this wasn’t going to be the only time they had fun. 

“Fuck.. fuck.” He hissed as he began to cum on her. There was nothing like watching his cum stripe over her, soiling it with the white cream. It only made his orgasm better, a groan leaving him as he ran his cock through the slit and pressed against her clit again. “Fuck me, that’s so hot.” He whispered, mouth open at just how good it looked. When he saw her gawking at it, her tits moving under the fabric of her top, he smirked. “Want to taste it?” He ran two fingers through the mess.

Watching Harry cum was definitely the hottest thing Y/N had ever seen, the sounds he released and his scrunched up face was enough to make her shudder. On top of that, the feeling of hot cum ribboning over her cunt was something that she again couldn’t explain. It felt good, satisfying, especially because he seemed to be dying over it.

“Yes.”

It was a quiet squeak of an answer but it was an answer. Y/N was curious, she wanted to know what he tasted like and had a feeling that he too wanted her to try. If she didn’t like it she’d pretend to like it, but holy fuck she did actually like it. It was salty, a strange texture, but definitely not the worst thing she’d ever had in her mouth. It had its own taste, but she enjoyed that. Her mouth was wrapped around his fingers, gently licking and sucking the cum off his fingers while watching his eyes. He seemed to like this a lot too. Y/N was learning quite a bit, mostly that Timmy was definitely gay. But she didn’t just want to confront him like that that wouldn’t be fair. As soon as she was done, Harry kissed her again. This time it was more gentle than before. A kiss of appreciation. That was some good shit. Harry hadn’t been with someone who was a virgin and didn’t realize how horny they got— maybe it was just Y/N, though. He could have been having this and he didn’t. 

It was a good thing for Harry though. He got to have what he wanted and while he knew that was a lot, he didn’t really care that he could potentially hurt his feelings. He had made Y/N feel inadequate anyways. 

“Let me clean you up.” He murmured, smiling when she pouted when he pulled away. He was gentle with it, wiping her clean with tissues next to his bed. When she jumped, he chuckled. 

“Sensitive, I know.” He was smug about it though. Yes. He had done that. Though it was a shame she was too sensitive to clean it with his tongue. He would have been down.

The kiss was definitely something that Y/N needed. It was a nice little reminder that Harry was a gentleman and that she hadn’t just gone and done stuff with someone who was a complete asshole. Y/N always knew that Harry was a good guy, sure she’d heard rumors about him and knew he had gotten around and did drugs, but never had she heard about him being mean. Even when cleaning her up he was gentle, but of course she felt all shy again because she was laying fully exposed in front of the guy she had a crush on who had just made her cum three times within the span of 20 minutes. It was a lot. She’d completely forgotten about the fact that she was here to do an anatomy project. Y/N stayed quiet for the most part, letting him clean her up. Once she was finished she slipped on her panties again, though it felt quite dirty because they were still soaking wet. She’d need to take a shower when she got home. “Thank you.” She told him, feeling herself blush all over again.

“You’re welcome. Do you want a pair of boxers or something to wear instead of your panties?” Harry didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. At the relieved look on her face, he chuckled and went to his drawer, grabbing his smaller pair. “Here. May be big on you but, better than being uncomfortable.” He threw them to her and grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip before sitting down. “Want to do this project then?” Now that the sexual tension was at least fixed for a bit, he was happy to get to work. He wanted to see her get a good grade too. It didn’t have to be weird. 

“Oh, thanks.” Y/N smiled bashfully and stood up to change into them. There was no need for her to be all shy about it anymore. Y/N put her dirty panties to the side, taking a sip of her water bottle as well because lord knows she needed up. She was definitely a lot looser after their little activities, much more relaxed and open to talking and working. 

It really did feel better after they'd fucked around. Harry noticed that Y/N was more loose and seemed to feel more at ease now that he’s had his mouth on her pussy. They’d done a bit today and he was sure he would be on her mind for a long time after she left, which made him smug. 

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They were finishing up when he asked for her number. “Put yours in. Dunno if you want to do this again but... I wouldn’t mind.” Harry would love it.

Y/N was already thinking about doing this again. Now that all her initial nerves were out of the way, she felt like I’d be easier for her to do things with him. She’d probably never initiate it again like this until she was this desperate, but whenever he wanted her again, if he did, she’d happily come over. She typed in her number and texted herself.

“The project or?” Y/N was a bit stupid sometimes, she didn’t want to assume he wanted to but based on the look on his face she figured he meant the other thing. “Oh, yeah— I um... I’d like that very much.” She said and finished putting her stuff away. “Thanks again... I’ll see you.” Y/N spoke when he walked her down the stairs and out the door. 

She’d left her panties in his room.

He had come upstairs to find the lovely gift that was left. Sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it was his now. He’d let her know that. They smelled like her and damn, it was good. Stuffed in his side drawer, he sat and absorbed the whole thing. Maybe he should feel guilt for having her cheat. But she needed it. The poor girl was nearly frothing at the mouth with need for sexual release and something about him tickled her. He couldn’t say no to that. Especially when she was so excited to do it and so responsive. 

Later that night he texted her. 

‘Hey, it’s Harry’

‘Did you want to come over again on Friday and work?’ He snickered at that. They’d work but... he knew by Friday she would be wanting more. 

‘Also, appreciate the gift you left. They’re lovely. Xx’ He sent a picture of the waistband of the panties in his hand.

On the bike ride home Y/N felt herself whimper every time she went over a bump. Harry had definitely done a number on her and she couldn’t have been more thankful. She texted Timmy when she got home, asking him about how he was and how his day was as usual though, she was surprised she didn’t feel really guilty. By the time she had showered and freshened up, she saw that she’d received texts back from both of them, but of course she wanted to answer Harry’s first. 

‘Hii! yeah, I can do that!’

‘oh my god 🤭’

She left them at his house? Fuck. She should have just put them in her bag but... she did have his boxers, so it didn’t really matter did it? Timmy had texted her back responding with how his day went saying he was super busy getting ready for his re-election campaign. It was his way of saying they wouldn’t really be able to hang out. She told him that she was sad but that she’d see him at school. Realistically she knew she needed to talk to him, but she wanted him to be able to tell her I’m his own time. She’d stop trying to have sex with him, only if he tried though.

‘I’ll be having fun with them. They’re in great hands. Don’t worry.’

He was smug about it for sure. But still, he couldn’t help but feel beyond happy about it because perhaps he had found a new person to fuck around with. Sure, he liked hook ups at parties but he had wanted a designated person to be around and fuck with. And Y/N was a cool chick. He hadn’t paid too much attention to her before, only to notice she was hot and also questioning why she was dating that kid. But the closer he got, the hotter she was. And fun to be around after she chilled out. She hadn’t mentioned being surprised by his room and the kind of nerdy star stuff in it. So he liked her a bit more for that. 

‘Good. Come over on Friday and we can work late. My dad’s away and my mom is on her book tour shit, so we’ll be alone, if that’s cool w you?’

Was he? He was flirting a bit wasn’t he? Y/N wasn’t exactly sure but him suggesting that his parents would be away and that they would be alone in his house again made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She was really excited to see his cats again and hang out, they’d likely finish another part of their project and likely fuck around a bit and that made her nervous all over again. 

‘Okaaay sounds good :) ’

She set her phone on her stomach and just looked up at the ceiling. Holy shit. Y/N couldn’t wait for Friday now, excited to see what else he’d have in store for her. She was simply excited to get to know him a bit more, he was hiding a lot of stuff from people from school. Of course she noticed all the astronomy shit in his room, saw the tons of books that he had with sticky notes showing they were clearly annotated. There was a lot more to him than met the eye.

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[part 2]

A/N: Without giving too much away, yes, skater boy harry is bi and is whore for astronomy but we’ll get into that later ;) - n+d

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As I promised, I hereby serve you with Astrid's lore. It's a bit changed. Also, it's not much 😅

Name: Astrid Jäger

Agent Name: Gamma ⚛️

Age: 23-24

Birthday: Unknown

Place of birth: Germany

Astrid was born in a wealthy family to a single mother. Her mother, Millicent Jäger, is a renowned Nuclear Physicist in Germany, who worked under The Kingdom in secret. As a child, Astrid was not as playful as the other kids in her neighborhood.

Astrid was homeschooled personally by her mother, as Millicent believed that no one can teach her any better than herself. She was quite smarter than any other kid of her age. Astrid learned how to do difficult scientific equations by the age of 9. Once Astrid had reached the age where she can attend an university, her mother got her enrolled in the University of Bucharest, the same university her mother graduated from as a nuclear physics student. When she graduated from the University, Astrid was immediately placed to work under her mother and was next in line to inherit the nuclear facility her mother established.

During the events of First light, Astrid was the incharge in the facility instead of her mother that day. The reactors, they became unstable. Though Astrid wasn't near the room where the reactors were, she was still in a close proximity of it. She saw her colleagues and her mother's students die right under her care, and she couldn't do much. Astrid was just 19 years old back then.

By the time she woke up, she was in one of Kingdom's facility and she was older than she was last time. This was where she first met Brimstone. When she asked what happened, he told her that she was the only survivor they found and she was in a coma for 2 years. Astrid by this time was 21 years old.

She later found out that even though she survived, she's no longer a normal person. Astrid now had gained the power of bending nuclear energy inside her body to her will. But the Kingdom was unaware of it, as she had showed no signs of it earlier. Knowing what Kingdom will do to her if they found out about her powers, Brimstone lied to them and took her under his wings. He didn't understand why he felt a very strong urge to protect her at all costs, it was almost like a father trying to protect his child at any cost.

To fully get the power under her control, Astrid needed to first get used to it and wear a special body suit so it doesn't harms those around her. It took lot of therapy for her to feel not guilty about what happened 2 years prior. One of the reasons why her face has little to no expression is one of the side effects of the accident. Her face lost the ability to express.

As Brimstone instructed, Killjoy made a containment suit which comfortable and that will keep Astrid and her powers stable. Brimstone had asked Astrid to say nothing about her past to anyone. Astrid asked him why, but he didn't give her any answers. So even Anong & Hera, her best friends, had no idea what happened to Astrid in the past or who she really is.

@saito-mitsuko

(I'm so sorry it took so long for me to answer this, I wanted to reply to it after I finished all my LMMU)

Poor Astrid😭😭

The accident 2 years ago was not her fault, it just happened, she doesn't need to feel guilty, I just wanna give Astrid hugs and tell her it's okay 😭😭

And, even if Hera learns about Astrid's past, they'd still be friends, 100%. Hera would be there to comfort Astrid whenever she needs it.

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

Summary:  Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM. All the warnings listed on Part I apply. 

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Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V /  Part VI /  Part VII /  Part VIII / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

-x-

Living with Ned and MJ was both a dream come true and a bit of a nightmare.

A dream, because when they were kids, they always talked about how they would all go the same college and live together one day, and Peter would finally have a real home – and a real family, he used to think to himself,  in secret.

A nightmare, because he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of his friends, and that was the worst kind of feeling to have for the people who opened their arms and their home for him when he needed the most. Still, he couldn’t avoid it and he felt awful for that. They were both attending NYU; Ned was majoring in Computer Science and MJ in Journalism. All according to the plans they made in high school.

When Peter was younger, he made plans, too. He wanted to study Biochemistry, his teachers used to say he could probably get a scholarship to a good college, he was smart enough. Mr. Harrington, his science teacher, even offered to write letters of recommendation for him. Instead, Peter’s life choices led him to his current predicament: a 20 year-old porn actor, selling dirty pictures for a living, crashing on his friends’ couch, not a single dollar in his wallet.

He was definitely not getting any awards for good decision making, that was for sure.

He had been staying with Ned and MJ for a week when he was finally able to set up his Just4Fans account. He knew that had to be a temporary thing, it couldn’t last, even if he wanted it to. He wouldn’t be young forever, let alone a “pretty twink”, as his subscribers loved to call him. He had maybe three or four years left of that hype, at most, then he would be too old for that, and/or people would start getting bored of him. So he had to be smart, the plan was to save up as much as he could while he thought about what he was going to do once the fountain of youth dried up, and the clock was ticking fast.

But for the time being, porn.

Good thing he had his own Instagram account with a few thousand followers. All the other social media accounts were under Beck’s name, and those had hundreds of thousands of followers, but Peter no longer had access to them – he checked. He also checked and noticed that Beck hadn’t announced that they had split up yet, his last post dated from five days earlier, when he released their last video together – two days after kicking him out of the house, the asshole.

So Peter posted a few Instagram stories explaining to his followers that he and Beck weren’t a thing anymore – he didn’t give many details, he didn’t want any drama, specially not with Beck – and that he had set up a Just4Fans account for the time being. In minutes, his Instagram blew up. Apparently, people were either heartbroken over their breakup; relieved he “got rid of that perv!”; or devastated they wouldn’t get to see them doing porn together anymore.

He got a hundred subscribers in just a few hours, which was incredible. The subscription fee was ten dollars a month, so even after the website’s cut plus tax deduction, it still was a good start. He wondered what kind of money Beck made with their videos, because they had thousands of subscribers on their channel.

Once he got the hang of the site, he tried to post at least two sets of pictures a day – which was challenging at that moment, because the apartment was tiny and he didn’t have any outfits or toys with him, they were all at Beck’s. He made plans that as soon as he got the subscription money in around fifteen days, he would try to buy a few things and take tons of pictures to last a few weeks.  

He also made sure to answer people’s messages every single day, which often earned him a little more money in tips. It was shocking how many people were willing to tip him just because he answered them. Some other people asked for extra content, like specific pictures, videos or even voice notes, which he sent via “pay-per-view messages”.

In the end, he felt like he was prostituting himself. Again.

He would never judge a person for earning their living in any way necessary, as long as it didn’t hurt anyone, he just never thought that would be him. Never ever. As a kid, he thought he’d be an astronaut. Growing up, he wanted to be a physicist. As a teen, he made plans to study Biochemistry. And somehow he ended up selling his body online, one way or another.

He didn’t dwell on that for long, he focused on the fact that it was temporary. If he managed to retain at least some of the people that had subscribed to his account for two or three years, then he would be able to start a small business of some kind in the future. Maybe he could go back to school. Twenty-three wasn’t too old for college, right?

Right.

It was two weeks later when he got a weird message. Not a weird message, actually, a weird tip. Someone under the username of YKWIM had sent him ten thousand dollars for no reason, there was no prior conversation, nor did the person ask for anything in return. Peter was sure there must have been a mistake, maybe they had typed in some extra zeros or maybe they had sent it to the wrong person, so he decided to reach out.

“Hey. I think there must’ve been some sort of mistake with your last tip. Lol.”

He left his phone on the counter and got started on dinner. He was a terrible cook, but to be fair, they all were, so it was fine. Ned and MJ were both at work, but they would be home soon and they were having a quiet night in. Those few weeks at their place had been good for Peter, it felt nice not to be alone after what happened, but at the same time, he was starting to feel like he really needed his own space. He was already looking for an apartment to move into as soon as he got the money. He was hoping to get one in the same building or at least close by, so that they could still see each other often.

His cell phone beeped as he sliced some onions and he stopped to check.

“Hey, gorgeous. There’s been no mistake, it’s correct.” Peter was taken aback by the answer, so he checked again to see how much the person had tipped him, and sure enough, there it was. Ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand. American dollars.

“Oh. Wow, that was very, very generous of you. Is there any particular content that you’d like to see from me as a thank you? I could send you exclusive pics and videos, whatever you want.” Inwardly, he was thinking that no amount of pictures or videos from him would ever be worth ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand dollars, holy fuck.

“That would be excellent.”

“Great. What would you like to see?”

Please don’t be weird, please don’t be weird, please don’t be weird… Usually, Peter’s subscribers liked to see him in cute outfits or with cute toys, but some people liked very messed up stuff. He usually said no, but that person had just sent him ten thousand dollars. Fuck, that was so much money, it would cover rent for at least a few months.

“I’ve enjoyed everything you’ve put out so far, baby, so surprise me. I’m sure I’m gonna like whatever you send.”

God, generous and reasonable? Had Peter died and gone to porn heaven?

“You flatter me.” He typed in quickly, leaving the sauce unattended for a few seconds. “Give me a few hours to work on it, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Take your time, but I don’t think you could disappoint me if you tried.”

Peter felt so stupid when he blushed and giggled to himself, because that was exactly how Beck lured him in when he was seventeen, with charming, easy words. He was an adult now, for Christ’s sake, and he didn’t even know who he was talking to. To be fair, it was probably a woman. For some weird reason, according to his Just4Fans statistics, a surprisingly large percentage of his subscribers were middle-aged, cisgender, heterosexual women. Peter supposed those were the ones who used to follow his “love story” with Beck – most of them hadn’t got over them yet, apparently they were “the perfect couple! So cute!”.

He couldn’t blame them, they sold them the perfect love story. And for a time, it was true. Peter really thought Beck was it for him, the love of his life, his soulmate. He didn’t know at which point it all became an act to Beck – or if maybe it had always been an act.

He sighed, shaking his head, he couldn’t afford to waste time thinking about him, so he focused on what he should send YKWIM.

As he finished making dinner, he tried to come up with ideas. They said they loved everything Peter had posted so far – he had posted thirty pictures and five short clips over the past two weeks. The pictures were all in MJ’s bedroom – she offered –, most of them in her bed. There were only a few pictures in which he was completely naked, in the others he had some sort of underwear on –  lingerie or tight briefs.

So, he decided he should do something similar, but different enough that YKWIM would feel somewhat special. He had a few good ideas, but they would have to wait for the next morning, he would need good lighting and privacy.

“Hey, nerd, what’s up,” He almost burned his fingers when he heard MJ’s voice, and realized he had spaced out for a minute there. He shook his head quickly and smiled at her.

“Nothing, how was you day?”

The next morning, once Ned went to visit his family and MJ left for work, Peter started working on the pictures. For some reason, he didn’t want to tell his friends about YKWIM, just like he didn’t want to tell them about Beck when they first met, three years earlier. And if he really was as smart as his teachers used to say, he would have seen the pattern. But as it was, he just focused on the fact that YKWIM was probably a woman living on the other side of the world, who just liked to get off to pictures of pretty boys in lingerie.

But.

For the sake of getting in the mood for the pictures, he imagined YKWIM was a guy. Not too tall, but taller than him. He imagined he had a beard, but not a full one, like Beck’s, no, perfectly trimmed, scratchy, in a good way. He’d have dark, warm eyes, not blue and cold. He’d be older, older than Beck, more mature than him. A real man. Maybe he’d have a few streaks of gray amidst his otherwise dark hair.  

He’d be gentle, despite Peter’s past. He’d treat him like he was the first one to ever touch him, even if he knew that was far from the truth. He would be careful, mindful of his pleasure. He’d start off slowly, kissing along his collarbones, fingers brushing the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs, just shy of where Peter wanted him to touch, as his mouth traveled down his chest; hot, moist breath leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach.

He sighed. Yeah, that would do to put him in the mood.

He put on a white t-shirt that was just long enough to graze the tops of his thighs, and a simple, plain black thong. He decided to take the pictures in the shower – the classic wet, white t-shirt, he couldn’t really go wrong with that. He positioned the camera on top of the bathroom sink, set the timer, and started posing.

First, he rested his back against the wall, one hand pulling the t-shirt down to cover the front his underwear, eyes staring directly at the camera lens as water ran down his face, neck and chest, making his nipples stiffen, becoming visible under the wet shirt.  

Next, he pressed his chest to the wall, looking at the camera from over his shoulder, lips parted, just a peek of his exposed ass cheeks showing where the t-shirt ended, but by then it was so wet it was mostly see-through.

Then he turned so his side was facing the camera and stuck his head directly under the stream of water, running his hands through his hair, back arched obscenely, eyes closed. He let his hands travel all the way down his neck, chest, and stomach, hearing the familiar “click” as the camera took several pictures.

He turned around again, placed his hands on the wall and lifted his t-shirt just over his lower back, sticking his ass out, showing off his provocative underwear.

He got out of the shower and turned the camera into filming mode, then got back under the water and also shot a short clip of he sensually and slowly taking the thong off, but in a way that the viewer couldn’t really see the skin that was revealed. He pulled the wet t-shirt down so it covered everything, but by then it was so see-through that it left nothing to the imagination. Peter twirled a little, then threw an innocent, shy smile at the camera.

That should do it.

He finished his shower, put the wet clothes in the washer, then went to edit the pictures. He didn’t do much, just adjusted the light and contrast, then cut them into squares, because he though it looked classier or whatever. He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of that thought, as he attached the photos and the video to a direct message to YKWIM.

“Hey, gorgeous! Hopefully these won’t disappoint. Let me know if you’d like something different.”

He cringed re-reading the message, he thought he sounded desperate and insecure about himself and he supposed that wasn’t very attractive, so he decided to change it just a little.

“Hey, gorgeous! Hopefully these won’t disappoint.” And he finished off with a hot face emoji, because why not.

He sent the message and went on with his day. Ned and MJ were both back for lunch and since none of them felt like cooking – and they all sucked at it anyway –, they ordered something to eat in front of the TV, as they binge-watched the first seasons of The Office.

“Oh, hey, Pete, I almost forgot, I talked to our landlord earlier and he said there’s an apartment on the fifth floor that should be vacated by the end of the month, if you’re interested,” Ned told him around a mouthful of pizza and Peter’s head snapped up.

“I’m definitely interested!”

“Cool, I’ll talk to him for you, I’m sure I can get you a good deal on rent.” He winked, and Peter smiled, feeling hopeful.

Things were getting better. Slowly, yes, but they were. He was spending time with his friends – who he had neglected for the past two years–; he had a good amount of money to withdraw in the next few days, that could get him going for a while; he was still doing porn, yes, but at least he was in control of the whole thing, including his own body, which was nice; and he only cried for Beck every other night instead of every single night, so he had that going for him.

All in all, things were looking up.

Ned and MJ convinced him to go out for a bit in the afternoon, they said he had been cooped up in the apartment for three weeks and should breathe in some fresh air, and since it was the first somewhat warm day of March, they decided to go jog at Central Park in the afternoon. They didn’t really jog, but they walked around some and Peter must admit that it felt good to stretch his legs and feel the sun on his skin for a change.

They were lying on the grass, resting for a bit, when they saw a blur of red and gold fly overhead. People started cheering and clapping and Peter smiled when MJ groaned, because he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“How can people cheer for that guy, he’s an egocentric, misogynistic, elitist, disgusting asshole.”  He laughed to himself, because he knew what came next.

“He’s a genius, he changed the world multiple times and he even saved it at least twice. I think he’s pretty cool,” Ned argued without any heat and Peter could hear MJ rolling her eyes.

Peter didn’t love or hate Tony Stark or Iron Man, like most people, he just – didn’t pay him any mind. Sure, when he was a kid, he was obsessed with him, he was New York’s first superhero after  Captain America, who was still in the ice when Stark announced he was Iron Man. But as he grew older, he had other concerns in mind other than who was the coolest Avenger, so he kind of forgot they existed, except for when there was some crazy alien threat looming over New York City – which was, like, a biannual thing since they found out aliens existed back in 2012.

The fact that Iron Man was flying over Central Park on a Saturday afternoon was a little alarming though. From what Peter knew, Stark was mostly retired since around 2016, he only ever “avenged” when there was a big threat, like the near-end-of-the-world they had back in 2018.

“Do you think we’re under attack?” Peter asked and Ned shook his head calmly.

“Nah, I think he must be late for something. I read an interview recently and he said he uses the suit sometimes when he needs to get some place fast.”

Seemed like overkill, but who was Peter to judge, he would probably do the same if had a suit like that.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the park and then headed home for the night. MJ turned in early, she said she was beat from a busy week, and Peter and Ned stayed up until a little later, re-watching Star Wars movies. It was close to 2AM when Ned said his goodnight and Peter went to check his Just4Fans, because he hadn’t answered any messages all day long.

There were quite a few, but he did notice there was one missing. YKWIM hadn’t answered him yet and Peter immediately felt like a failure. They probably hated the pictures, they must have thought “ugh, ten thousand dollars for that?”. Peter should have photoshopped them. He could have made himself look at least a little bit better, if only–

Before he could hate on himself too much, YKWIM messaged him, like they could read minds. Peter quickly opened their chat, still a little worried about their reaction to the pictures.

“Damn, baby! You have no fucking idea what those did to me. Fuck! Can I show you? Please?”

Peter was oddly relieved to read that, and was endeared by the fact that they actually asked before sending a dick pic. Or a clit pic? Was that a thing?

“Of course, gorgeous, I’d love to see it.”

Within seconds, they sent a video in the chat. Peter was a little surprised by that, but pressed play anyway, and almost fell off the couch when he did.

It was a thirteen seconds video. He could see the man’s midriff, all the way down to the tops of his thighs. His belly was toned and spattered with dark hair that led down to perfectly trimmed pubes that framed the most beautiful cock Peter had ever seen. There was no other way to put it.

It was long and thick, but not so much so that it would hurt – Peter knew better –, it stood proudly between his thighs, attached to a heavy set of balls that made his mouth water. He was jacking it mercilessly, Peter could only hear him grunting quietly before his balls recoiled and he came, covering his stomach in thick, pearly white come. Peter whimpered, pressing down on his hard-on, and almost cried when the video was over.

“Fuck, daddy, that was so fucking hot.” It was probably the first time ever that he actually meant that answering a DM from a subscriber.

“That was the third time today, baby, I have been thinking about those pics from the minute you sent them. Spent the whole day with blue balls, even after coming twice.”

Fuck.

“Wish I could have helped you with that.”

“Who knows, honey, maybe someday.”

Yeah, Peter thought, biting his pillow on the couch so he wouldn’t be heard when he came embarrassingly hard in his pajamas pants, face burning with shame. Maybe someday.

[themovieblogonline]

Dark Matter Season 2: Apple TV+ Takes Us Deeper Into the Multiverse

Hold on to your alternate realities, folks—Dark Matter is back for a second season, and it's ready to mess with your mind all over again. If you thought the first season had more twists than a pretzel at a carnival, get ready for round two, because Apple TV+ is pulling no punches. If you tuned in for Season 1, you know it ended on a cliffhanger that left everyone asking, "What just happened?" It’s like that moment when you realize you’ve been binging a show for so long that you forgot what daylight looks like, except Jason Dessen, played by Joel Edgerton, isn’t just lost in time—he’s bouncing around an entire multiverse. Blake Crouch, the genius behind the original book, is back in the driver's seat, but this time he's driving us into uncharted territory. Since Season 1 pretty much covered the novel’s plot, Crouch is going off-script for Season 2. That’s right, folks, there’s no book to tell us where we’re headed. It’s like Crouch handed us a map, but he left out the “You Are Here” marker. Good luck! The Plot Thickens—And So Does Reality In Season 1, we watched as Jason, a physicist with a pretty standard life, got yanked out of his comfy Chicago existence and thrown into alternate realities that make The Twilight Zone look like a kid’s coloring book. Now, Season 2 is set to dive even deeper into this labyrinth of realities. With every step, Jason is up against his biggest enemy: himself. Or at least multiple versions of himself. Yep, it’s as if every bad decision you've ever made could come back to haunt you. And let's not forget the stellar cast that’s coming back for more reality-bending action. Alongside Edgerton, we've got the ever-talented Jennifer Connelly, Alice Braga, Jimmi Simpson, and Dayo Okeniyi. If that lineup doesn’t make you want to press play, I don’t know what will. Oh, and the great city of Chicago is practically a character itself, lending its gritty streets to this multiversal tale. What’s New in the Multiverse? But what really has fans buzzing is Blake Crouch’s recent announcement on social media: he’s working on another book. While details are still under wraps, we can’t help but wonder—will it tie into the Dark Matter universe? Could we see crossovers between his novels? Inquiring minds (and those who love a good multiverse theory) want to know. working on that — Blake Crouch (@blakecrouch1) August 18, 2024 Season 2 promises to take us even further into the complexities of the multiverse. With new stories on the horizon, Crouch has hinted that we’ve only just scratched the surface of what these characters—and their alternate selves—can do. And let’s be real: in a world where anything is possible, the sky’s not even the limit. Why Should You Care? Because Dark Matter is the show that’s making quantum physics cool again. And no, you don’t need a PhD to keep up, but it wouldn’t hurt to have a notepad handy. Plus, with Apple TV+ behind it, you know the production value is top-notch. We’re talking mind-bending effects, heart-pounding drama, and more plot twists than a rollercoaster designed by M.C. Escher. So, whether you’re a die-hard fan of the book or just someone who loves a good sci-fi thriller, Season 2 of Dark Matter is going to be a wild ride. Apple TV+ has already proven they can deliver with shows like Foundation and For All Mankind, and Dark Matter is no exception. Get ready to dive into a world where every decision leads to a new reality, and trust me, you won’t want to miss a single second. Final Thoughts Blake Crouch and Apple TV+ have set the stage for another mind-blowing season. If Season 1 was the appetizer, then Season 2 is shaping up to be a full-course meal—with a side of existential crisis. So, buckle up, keep your quantum theory cheat sheet nearby, and prepare for Dark Matter Season 2 on Apple TV+. Because in this multiverse, the only thing certain is uncertainty. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuinsBFOgts&list=PLsD5qP1WqKt7e6FRK5g_8MEtGahu74yPe&pp=gAQBiAQB   Read the full article