#garbage boy.. garbage boy stink man

[lordrandreaming]

"Join me, won't you?"

Naite Nobutoshi was bathing alone.. Until he had some 'unexpected' company.. Not that he minds having someone around to admire him ;)

Wyd when you stumble upon an 8' samurai bathing in only his clan haori and he gives you that look? 👀

[brightvelvet]

Been think abt Halbrand again. Dude is so gross, covered in dirt and grime, and yet who would he be without it? Halbrand's authenticity DOES come from his appearance. Look at this dude!

A bloody, gross little man. Hair unwashed and covered in ash from the forge. He needs to be dirty though. The dirt is another layer of his disguise! This skrunkly dirt rag of an appearance does several things for Sauron.

1. He's unconcerned with what people think of him.

2. He's a busy guy.

3.He understands the value of struggle.

4.He's not a threat to Galadriel.

To explain a little more, the grime is form of connection between Halbrand and his surroundings. Halbrand isn't trying to get attention on first impression, in fact the grime tells people that he's not trying to be noticed at all. Therefore, when people interact with him, such as the guild members in Numenor, they immediately assume they have the upper hand in confrontation with him. His looks say, "I don't have the time to think about how I look, much less to think about your opinion of me.". It's super effective.

The grime also tells a physical story of how Halbrand interacts with his environment. He doesn't look like a thinker, he looks like someone whose to busy moving to stop and think. When we don't see him on camera, we assume he's off getting his hands dirty somewhere because he's always covered in crap. He's not a plotter like the obvious example of Miriel's advisor, sitting clean and majestic at the market. Halbrand is a dirty, rowdy boy, and actions speak louder than words when it comes to appearances.

Once people are smacked with the ~virtousness~ of kingly and responsible Halbrand (after a few meetings of warming up), his grime takes on a new meaning. At first impression he's a working man, but now combined with his sad backstory and self-sacrifical tendencies where Galadriel is concerned, the grime becomes a political connection to his humanity. This walking dust mound is actually just too humble! Everyone jumps from the guilt of misreading this guy on first impression to immediately respecting him out of self-recrimination. It's so sneaky!

Lastly, and arguably most important, Sauron is humbing himself for Galadriel. Their relationship is freakishly complex on several levels but it boils down to this-- he wants her support at least for the moment. And for all that Galadriel is a tough nut to crack, her weakness for hard workers is an easy role for Sauron to emulate. A mortal low man who fights and believes for a larger system of order is vulnerable enough for Galadriel not to be defensive against but similar enough to her own story that she would reciprocate his ideas. His disgusting coat of mortal elements versus her timeless and otherworldy appearance. What a match! The grime is its own story for Galadriel, one she can look at and reread Halbrand's struggles and continuous hope in.

Which brings us to squeaky-clean Halbrand:

What a goon. What a poncy looking airbag. Halbrand isn't connecting with his environment here, isn't telling a story. This is simply just a face. The tells and appearance that made Sauron Halbrand are gone. And this gives a new meaning to the scene.

Sauron's not trying to connect to or sway Galadriel's allegiance here. He's not even making an argument for her to join him at this point. He's instead dropping a revelation on her. Halbrand's worse than dead.

He never existed at all.

I made him for you so I win.

Acknowledge your loss, and admit the significance that we both found meaning in him.

What. A. Shithead!

[bobokitty]

Some work came in so have this warmup of ultimate garbage goddess (affectionate).

[n4vn1t]

“Strike for Strike”

Pairing: Ahn Suho x Reader

Length: Like 2000 words??

Genre: idk like Romance, Drama, Comfort, Revenge

Warnings: Violence, blood, emotional trauma, broken bones, intense angst, protective Suho, mutual pining

Summary: After Beom-seok (your former friend) beats you so badly your arm ends up broken, Ahn Suho can’t sit still. What he does that night changes everything between you.

⸻

The hospital room was too bright.

Sterile white light bounced off polished tiles and smooth walls, washing out your already pale face. Your arm sat in a sling across your chest, the bruises spreading down your forearm in a sick purple bloom. The doctors said you were lucky—hairline fracture, not a full break. You weren’t sure if you agreed.

Across the room, Ahn Suho stood in the corner, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t said much since you got out of surgery. Just hovered. Watched. His jaw had been clenched so tight you were afraid it would crack.

You hated that he saw you like this—beaten, broken, silent. You hated even more that you couldn’t lie about who had done it.

“You should rest,” he finally said, voice low and flat.

You didn’t respond.

Suho walked to your bedside and crouched down, finally meeting your eyes. His brows were furrowed with something unreadable—anger, guilt, sorrow, maybe all three.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispered.

Your throat tightened. “I thought… maybe he wouldn’t go that far.”

“Beom-seok broke your arm.”

You flinched—not at the words, but at the way he said them. Like he was holding back a hurricane.

Suho rose. “I’m going out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ll be back,” he said, already walking away. “Stay here.”

You grabbed at his sleeve with your good hand. “Suho, don’t—”

But he was already gone.

⸻

Suho’s fists clenched and unclenched as he moved through the cold streets. He knew where Beom-seok would be. He’d always been predictable like that—corner of the old school building, the back alley behind the convenience store, alone with his rot.

He hadn’t said anything when you told him. Just listened while your voice cracked around the memory of fists and betrayal. Beom-seok, your childhood friend. The one who smiled too much, who always needed saving—until the power flipped. Until he hurt you, because it made him feel strong.

Suho wasn’t going to let that slide.

The wind bit at his cheeks as he rounded the corner—and there he was. Beom-seok. Smoking something cheap, headphones in. Unbothered. Untouched.

Suho’s blood boiled.

“Hey,” he barked.

Beom-seok looked up, brows raised. “Suho? What—”

The punch landed before he could finish.

Suho didn’t give him time to fall properly. He grabbed his collar and drove his knee into Beom-seok’s ribs, once, twice, until the other boy gasped, coughing blood onto the pavement.

“You think you can touch her and walk away?” Suho growled.

Beom-seok spat. “She deserved it.”

Suho saw red.

He didn’t hold back. Fists slammed into cheekbones and jawlines, until his own knuckles split open and blood sprayed across his hoodie. Beom-seok tried to fight back, but it was pathetic. Weak. The cowardice oozed off him like a stink.

“You think that makes you a man?” Suho hissed, dragging Beom-seok up by the hair. “You broke her fucking arm, and for what? Because she walked away from your sorry ass?”

“She turned her back on me first,” Beom-seok snarled through swollen lips. “She left me alone!”

“You did that to yourself.”

Suho threw him down like garbage and stood over him, breathing hard. His voice dropped to a low, vicious murmur. “If you ever go near her again, I swear—there won’t be a next time.”

⸻

You didn’t sleep. You couldn’t—not with the weight of what you knew Suho was doing.

When the door creaked open just past 2 a.m., you were sitting up in the hospital bed, good arm clutching the blanket to your chest. Suho stepped inside, hoodie torn, knuckles wrapped in bloodied gauze.

You stared at him.

He didn’t speak. Just walked over, dropped into the chair beside you, and leaned forward, elbows on knees.

“Did you… did you hurt him?”

He didn’t look at you. “Yeah.”

“Bad?”

“Not as bad as he deserved.”

You swallowed hard. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I did.”

You were silent for a while, eyes fixed on his busted hands.

“He could’ve—he might retaliate,” you whispered.

Suho looked at you then, eyes sharp, almost wild. “Let him try.”

You reached out, trembling slightly, and gently laid your fingers over the back of his hand. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.

“You didn’t need to protect me like that,” you said softly.

He turned his hand under yours, curling his fingers around your palm.

“I always protect what’s mine,” he said. “Even if you don’t let me.”

Your breath hitched. “I’m not yours.”

His gaze dropped to your lips. “Aren’t you?”

⸻

The next few days blurred. You were discharged from the hospital. Suho insisted on walking you home, shadowing you like a silent guardian. He didn’t bring up the fight again—but you knew the aftermath was still rippling beneath his skin.

He brought you your favorite snacks. Sat beside you while you watched movies. Glared at anyone who so much as looked at you sideways in the halls.

He didn’t ask for anything in return.

But one night, a week later, when the bruises were still there but your heart hurt more than your body—you asked him to stay.

He sat on the edge of your bed while you curled beneath your blanket, injured arm resting in a pillow cradle. His hoodie was too big on you. His scent wrapped around you like safety.

“Why did you do it?” you whispered into the dark. “Why risk that for me?”

He didn’t answer right away. Then:

“Because you matter to me.”

Your chest tightened. “We weren’t even that close before.”

“We should’ve been.”

Silence.

Then you said the thing that scared you most.

“I was scared you’d hate me for getting involved with Beom-seok in the first place.”

Suho turned his head slowly. “I hated him. Never you.”

You bit your lip. “Even now?”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, thumb trailing along your cheekbone.

“Especially not now,” he murmured.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was full of everything he’d been holding back—rage, fear, relief, longing. Your hand fisted in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips moved against yours like he’d been starving, and you gave in, melted, let the hurt fall away for a moment.

When he finally pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

⸻

Beom-seok disappeared for a while after that. Rumors swirled—he transferred schools, his father got involved, there was even talk of charges. You didn’t care. Not anymore.

Because Suho never left.

When your cast came off, he was there, fingers ghosting over your healed arm like it was sacred. When nightmares woke you up, he answered his phone on the first ring, even at 3 a.m.

You started calling him “mine” in your head long before you said it out loud.

It happened one afternoon, a month later. You were sitting on the school rooftop, wind tugging at your hair, his hand warm in yours.

“You remember what you said?” you asked. “About protecting what’s yours?”

He turned to you, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah.”

You smiled faintly. “I think I’m ready to be yours.”

Suho didn’t smile. He just leaned in, pressed his lips to your temple, and whispered, “Good.”

Because you already were.

ANYONE WANT A LITTLE FLASHBACK TO WHEN BEOM-SEOK AND READER FELL OUT???

[starbop]

How SMELLY all the Honkai Boys are...

Here's my ranking of HSR boys based on how much I think they smell. Explanations + headcanons below the cut!

The Top Stinkers

Caelus literally digs through garbage for fun. I don't think I need to defend their spot as the #1 stinkiest mf in this whole game. 11/10 on the stink scale.

Sampo also has the energy of someone who enjoys garbage. I, for one, have no idea where that thing has been and I don't think I want to know. He is also known to hide in piles of snow when need be, meaning he's just out there rolling around on the ground sometimes. 10/10 would not sniff again.

Luka is the sweatiest man alive. But he looks SO good doing it. The sparks and smoke his arm produces, while very cool to look at, do not help his smelliness rating. 8/10 because he at least has good reasons for smelling funky.

I do not think Blade has ever taken a shower. You could fry a whole chicken with the oil from his hair. 9/10.

Boothill smells like a mixture of motor oil, grease, and sweat. Not a smell I would personally hate, but objectively not a good one. Yeehaw/10.

The Smelly

I feel like, in theory, you could smell like anything in the Dreamscape. I just also feel like Gallagher would not choose to smell good. 7/10.

I really want to believe that he'd smell good, but the second he finishes his magical girl transformation sequence, Imbibitor Lunae reeks with the smell of seaweed. I will deduct a stinky point from my initial rating because some people may think this smells good. They are wrong. 7/10.

Neutral Smelling

Yanqing should reek from all the time he spends fighting and training, but Jing Yuan is not letting that boy leave the house without taking a bath. 6/10.

Arlan bathes regularly, but I can't imagine him having a particularly strong smell. Asta will occasionally gift him some lightly scented soaps, though. If anything, he smells vaguely like Peppy. 5/10.

Gepard might get a little sweaty under all those layers, but he doesn't have a strong scent one way or the other. 4/10.

I Am Sniffing Respectfully

I just KNOW that the Astral Express has the nicest bathrooms in the universe. Dan Heng and Welt stay smelling FRESH. 3/10.

(Though Dan Heng has ended up smelling like bubblegum on a few occasions after borrowing March's shampoo...)

Misha smells like a sweet dream. I don't know what dreams smell like, but that's the only way to describe Misha's scent. Vaguely like cotton candy, perhaps. Ethereal/10.

Jing Yuan takes bubble baths with Mimi and you can NOT change my mind. I can totally picture him dozing off peacefully after a nice, warm bath. I-can-overlook-the-cat-hair/10.

We've seen Ratio take SO many baths at this point that I don't think you could find a single speck of dirt on that man's perfect body if you tried. How are his fingers not just permanently pruney? I hate him so much. 1/10.

I AM SNIFFING DISRESPECTFULLY

Argenti smells like roses and sunshine. 0/10 smelliness can I please bottle your sweat sir

Luocha has to smell great with all those flowers he summons. I would grind him down to make potpourri. Not sure about the coffin, though. -2/10.

And as for Aventurine? Cologne. SO much cologne. Whether this is a good or bad thing is up to you, but he certainly has A Smell. Subjective/10.

[vampxrebarbie]

@ohdeerdinerr CLAPS MY HANDS IN DELIGHT

@evecoffn thank u

[technically-a-kiwi]

DAH TAH TATATATA TAAAAAAH Here's our boy !

I took off the socks because it felt like too much... not ballanced enough, also changed the alien of his shirt to be the same green as on his cap

Anyways, I'm happy with the glow effect x)

So yeah some info on this guy, in this "what if" scenario he basically is the garbage man of the multiverse, while C Pep creates the different worlds C Maurice fixes the anomalies and gets rid of eldritch beings inside the mortal realm

At the beginning of the story he blew up with Pepino (which gave him the scar on his arm and face) while trying to say something like "U suck Peppino" with his hand on his bro's shoulder

And after resurrecting as a cosmic entity he had a fight with Peppino for quite a long time, like centuries long

They eventually stopped when they realised their powers are even, took some time to think and talk properly

And they were basically like "Oh shit we really just died hating eachother, that stinks" and had a wash of fear at the thought of never seeing their family again, so they became closer than ever... well as close as they can get...

Funny stuff, he has a bunch of little martiens in his hair, he created them but he doesn't know when, he let them live, as long as they don't bother him

If they do he will launch a cataclismic event known as "The great swipe", he litteraly just scratch his scalp and they're all gone

But he wouldn't do that, having a bunch of little feeble beings that depend on you reminds him of his son, so he grew quite attached to those little green men

hehe I like to imagine he gives little names to his liker bottles, he's so lonely poor guy

He's not apreaciated at all in the cosmic realm, he's basically a big creepy guy that uses his force to boss creatures around, most beings prefer his brother (Peppino is not kinder tho, he's just less bossy)

Also his relationship with C Pep is a very tought one, he holds his bro dear sure but he often argues with him for more or less important subjects, such as his (non-existing) popularity among eldritch beings, the menu on today's dinner and who get's to be called the god of the multiverse (Noise loves filming their fights, always quite the spectacular show)

But remember, they don't hate eachother, they just have arguments every now and then, just like real sibblings lol

They enjoy eachother's company

THAT'S ELECTRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC-TRIC ⚡

[six-eyed-samurai]

Enjin is a womanizer according to Semiu.

In Riyo's eyes and in truth he is an idiot.

The redhead finds her entertainment in watching Enjin show off like a desperate dog to the one woman who, under any circumstances, refuses to give him the time of day in her free time. Insults that flew out from her mouth are even more plentiful than the garbage raining down during a Trash storm; she has no hesitation in slamming his head onto the table if she finds him too annoying, using her finger to tilt his face this way and that, and Enjin walks it off like a man. A very lovesick man.

Acting all gentlemanly with the door holding and bag carrying, sharing desserts and being super heroic while cleaning did nothing to crack the ice. And Enjin was not one for subtlety either, so either she genuinely did NOT care or-

Riyo slides up to her at lunch, propping her chin on her hand. "So. What's the deal? Are you really uninterested in our golden boy? I mean, he is kinda, y'know, and he stinks from all the cigarettes, but you could do a lot worse. It's so pathetically funny watching him run around though. Or, I know, you're eyeing someone else?"

"I have anything but a crush on Enjin. You suck at being subtle, Riyo." Woah, eyebrows raised, eye roll and all. "Everybody eyes him and he eyes everybody back."

"Are you dense?" Riyo drummed her fingers on the table, rethinking possibilities. "If you don't like him, what's your type?"

"Har?" She paused. "Bad boys, I guess. They're more fun."

"Enjin falls into that category-!"

She tipped back her head and downed a mouthful of her drink. "And I'm not falling to become another notch on his belt."

"I'm pretty sure you won't be." Riyo knew for a fact that whenever Enjin went out "womanizing" at whatever club/bar/whatever he visited, he dragged her along claiming she needed a break. Apparently her warning that his attempt to get a reaction out of her like this wouldn't work hadn't penetrated that spiky blonde's thick skull. "He doesn't share his cigarettes with anyone else."

"He tries to share his cigarette with me," she corrected. "Sharing is gross."

"Indirect kiss, maybe?~"

"I will take your scissors and cut your hair."

"...no thanks. But anyhow, good luck on the mission with him later!"

She ran a hand through her hair and stood up with a sigh. "He'll slack off."

"Oh, no, never. Never ever if you're his partner."

"I will give you a bob cut."

***

Enjin thinks he might pass out from joy and not exhaustion or injuries.

She hissed if he initiated physical touch, whether it be slinging an arm around her or trying to kiss her hand. And she usually told him to go get eaten by a Trash Beast. She looked revolted if he tried to tend to her wounds.

But guess who was holding out a hand for him to pull himself out with, muttering "Don't collapse on me yet, dumbass"?!

"I knew you'd come around," Enjin happily says with way too much undisguised glee. He isn't even that tired (he could run 500 miles on the adrenaline rush when their fingers brushed) or scraped but he's gonna milk it for all he's worth. "Did my charm breach your defenses at last? Are you actually concerned?"

"I wish you bruised your jaw instead of your legs." She gave him a quick once over after retracting her hand irritatedly. "But I'm sure your girlfriends will enjoy fussing over you."

"I don't have a girlfriend. I'm extremely eligible if you wanna shoot your shot!"

"Shut up, womanizer."

Enjin stops short. "Is that why you won't go out with me?"

She stops as well, crossing her arms skeptically. "Why would I want to go out with you in the first place? Keep dreaming."

"Jeez, you only give me a reaction when I was knocked down, and never when I flirted in front of you?" Enjin laughs awkwardly, reaching up to scratch his neck. "It's alright. If I get hit more you'll look after me, right?"

"What do you mean flirted in front of me?" She's taking great strides forward, until she's close enough to - well, it was a distance Enjin had always fantasized about anyway. "And that's the stupidest plan I've ever heard."

"I do a lot of stupid things when I'm around you. It's like instinct at this point." Enjin sheepishly shrugs. "Wait, back to the point, you'd go out with me if I didn't - uh, womanize?"

"Thought you liked "a good woman who's smarter than me, nice sexy body"?"

He was slightly thrown back from the quip - usually she punched him - but immediately bounced back. "I was describing you, really, I promise!...wait, I didn't mean to objectify you either! Not saying you aren't smarter or sexy though! Hey, wait up! I'm serious!"

She lights a cigarette; Enjin swears she's smirking to herself. "So I'm your type?"

"Duh! I can't even get with anyone else because I end up comparing them to you! That's like, really lame, but true." Enjin finally catches up and she - is she - she's actually grinning at him?

"I would've gone out with you long ago, Enjin, if you'd grown a pair and god damn, just asked me outright instead of dodging around other pretty girls and tryna kiss my ass."

[microsuedemouse]

hey? hi? I am unexpectedly emotional about TMNT 2003 season 1 episode 9 Garbageman?

the boys are shown to be good friends with their local unhoused population, and they bring them supplies (an effort often repaid with interesting or useful things these folks have found on the streets and think the brothers might like) as well as watch out for their safety

so of course when unhoused people start going missing, the boys begin investigating

also, and this feels significant: there's a sort of leader figure amongst the unhoused population refered to only as 'Professor.' he's a very intelligent and well-spoken older black man, and his outfit includes a colourful kufi cap. he and Donnie talk about science and Donnie offers to lend him an interesting book; he's also later shown teaching his peers about the big bang around a fire

the Professor is also, notably, the character who responds to being kidnapped and told by the Weird Villain that they're all here to Do Labour with the firm proclamation: "I'd rather be a free man, living on the streets, than a slave in your stinking empire."

additionally, the aforementioned villain tells these people that they're "human garbage - no home, no purpose, no value." he claims to have given them new purpose (Doing Labour). the moral of the episode isn't stated outright, but very much argues that these people absolutely do have value and are completely deserving of dignity and respect, like the brothers have been showing them without question from the beginning

after the villain is defeated, the Professor and the other unhoused folks actually decide (by vote!) to stay where they are, because there's shelter and food freely available to them here now, with the Bad Guys out of the way. the 'here' in question is a large waste disposal site, and these folks are accustomed to making do with what others have thrown away, so they feel they can find everything they need right there. it's not perfect but it does reward them the dignity of a safe place to call home!

this is all couched in the corniness and the goofiness you would of course expect from a 2003 TMNT cartoon, but... I feel like there was some very genuine thought, and compassion, that went into writing this episode. I'm feeling Emotions I didn't expect

[hclluvahctel-aa]

HONESTLY, VALENTINO KNEW THE CASTING DIRECTOR was hardly a great catch, though it boosted his own image and he was good at his actual job so he saw no reason to get rid of him for the time being. Still, it was certainly nice to see Angel so eager to give himself over to him.

The moth stared down at Angel with a hungry gaze, letting him coax his hand further down his chest as he curled his fingers to cart through the soft fur. "Whatever you wish, insecto del amor~"

Valentino wasn't just hot shit. Valentino was the hot shit-- oozing swaggar, confidence, his entire being demanded attention and asserted dominance. Just a boss on paper, sure, but Angel couldn't deny-- he was incredibly attracted to him.

Besides, the director at the casting couch had been rather.... Underwhelming. And while Angel wasn't exactly repressed, he was going to take full advantage-- let his sexuality finally flow as free as it fucking wanted.

Why not start nice and early? Really prove to Valentino that he'd made the right call, that he'd be damn worth his while?

Half lidded eyes looked up at the Overlord, working at the buttons of his shirt. Letting the fabric fall from his body, he stood-- fully appreciating Valentino's height as a hand splayed out over his chest.

"Lower, please~" He cooed, another hand resting atop Valentino's, coaxing it down his throat, to his chest.

[punkrabidmutt]

Shower First [NSFW] - (Trevor Philips X Reader)

Hi there!

I had that idea of writing since a few days now so here it is, I hope it will be okay since english is not my main language !

Note : I tried to write the reader as gender neutral so you can insert yourself :)

Enjoy ! ♥

Link to AO3

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Late evening in Sandy Shores, you waited impatiently for Trevor to return. He'd left quite early in the morning; he had a lot of work to do today, he'd told you. You were quite worried, but he'd managed to reassure you perfectly and ordered Ron to stay by your side.

-But boss-

-You're off duty Ron, you're staying with Y/N , and if you keep insisting, you'll be hearing from me- Trevor had said, cracking both knuckles, so Ron had submitted to his decision without flinching.

You've spent all day tidying and cleaning his trailer from top to bottom. No more garbage, no more dirt, no more cockroaches. Everything was clean and you took the opportunity to do some shopping too.

At the moment, you were alone, Ron had to leave in a hurry, but you reassured him as best you could.

-Don't worry, Ron, I'll tell Trevor I gave you permission. Emergencies wait for no man.

-Thank you Y/N. Good evening to you!

-Same to you.

You waited again, minutes and minutes, slumped on the sofa sipping a cold beer while watching TV. The sky darkened and there was no sign of Trevor.

Just as you were about to send him a message, he stumbled into his trailer, drunk and covered in blood and dirt, stinking up the place. He wandered over to the couch, sat down beside you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

-Where's Ron?

-He had an emergency. Don't worry, nothing happened to me. I was worried about you, though...

-That’s the routine,Cupcake. Don't worry, Uncle T is tough, you don't have to worry.

You sighed, then felt a rough hand caress your thigh. Trevor leaned over to come and nibble your neck with hunger.

-I want you, Sugar.

-Trevor... I'm not doing anything until you've had a shower and changed your clothes.

He growled against your soft skin, the little vibration making you blush with enjoyment.

-Always so complicated Cupcake, eh?

-We can take it together if you like and I'll give you a hand? What do you think?

He straightened up excitedly, at the thought of feeling your hands against his moist, frothy body parts. He undressed furiously, throwing his clothes at the foot of the couch and doing the same with you, then lifted you up, shoving you into the little shower.

-In a hurry, aren't you?

-I'd do anything for you, Cupcake....

He set you down gently and you turned on the shower tap, adjusting the water to a pleasant temperature for both of you. You let the water wet you two for a few minutes, those minutes spent kissing tenderly, sensually, your tongues fighting against each other ever more eagerly. You pulled back and rubbed some soap into your hands to lather them up and began to soap Trevor, from the top of his body down, avoiding his crotch for the moment.

Trevor noticed and gave you a teasing little smile, as he relaxed.

-I didn't know my balls and dick were dispensed with cleaning, Sugar.

-You're a big boy, you know how to do it don't you?

He replied with a little grunt, feeling your hands rubbing his hair with the remaining soap. You leaned over and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

-But hey... since you've been such a good boy...

Your hands went down to his crotch, already hard and hot with excitement. You weren't even surprised anymore, Trevor is Trevor. Drug addict, alcoholic, violent, sensitive but also very obscene around the edges. Which you liked a lot about him. You stroked his cock sensuously, pulling his foreskin back to soap his cockhead, and he let out a little moan of pleasure, his hard member twitching in your wet hands. Once done, you took care of his rather imposing testicles, massaging them well in the palm of your hands, leaving no trace of dirt.

-Hmmm Sugaar~ hurry up and get it over with or your ol’ Uncle Trevor will release the juice before the fun starts...

-Rinse off then~ I've finished what I had to do.

He rinsed himself off right in front of you. His slim but slightly muscular body, covered in tattoos and scars, dripping with water. A magnificent sight in your eyes, making you salivate with desire. He noticed your incessant stare.

-You like what you see, Y/N?

You nodded yes, your cheekbones flushed and your lower belly on fire. Then your gaze froze at the sight of his hard, erect cock, his foreskin slightly upturned, his cockhead dripping with water. Without warning, you grabbed both his thighs and swallowed his hard cock to the back of your throat, making him cry out in pleasure as you felt him tense up. You went back and forth, your tongue darting around his hard member and head to tease him. Obscene sucking noises echoed through the mini bathroom, the dark-haired man grunted in pleasure and grabbed your hair wildly to regain control and stuff your mouth and throat with powerful strokes of his pelvis.

-Mmmhyeaaah... you like my cock don't you Cupcake? Can you feel how hard it is for you?

The blowjob lasted a few more minutes until Trevor decided to pull out violently, a trickle of saliva connecting your tongue and his tip, to slam your back against the shower wall, lifting your legs and pushing himself inside you with a pelvic thrust.

-Hmmmm so tight and wet ooh oh- Sugar hmmmr~

-T-Trevor... faster..

He grinned, proud as a rooster and sped up his pelvic thrusts, tapping deep inside you, his testicles slapping against your skin with every movement. This went on for a few more minutes, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the trailer.

-I love you Y/N... I love you so- UGH!

-T-T-Trevor me too...

He quickened his pace until he emptied himself completely inside you, surprisingly you cum at the same time as he did, your pelvic muscles clenching furiously around his shaft.

He rested his heavy head against your shoulder, breathless. You were both out of breath and tired after this little improvised sex session. He pulled back gently and kissed you passionately, holding you close. You grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kiss.

-That was...

-Mmmmh wonderfully hot Cupcake, wow. I'd take showers more often!

You gently tapped his shoulder with a frown, he escaped a small laugh.

-You'll never change T.

[technicolorfamiliar]

Well, it took me a year, but I watched a billion 50+ Conrad Veidt films. Some good, some great, some so bad that I hope I never have to see them again.

This post is a stand in for the entire second half of this filmic journey -- I'll link the original 5 posts that make up the first part below. But instead of reposting all of my reviews for all of these titles (the original posts for these are on Pillowfort), I'll just share some highlights below the cut.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Bleaker and darker than I expected, but that makes sense if it's based on a WWI memoir. What happened to Martha was legitimately awful and hard to watch. Stilted performances aside, I would have also liked a whole separate movie about the lesbian spy aunt. But Commandant Oberaertz... [redacted]. He's so hot, despite the character being absolutely awful and creepy and intimidating. I actually said "wow" out loud about his body shape in that costume. That jacket is fitted within a millimeter of its life. How many other films did Connie use this lower register in? Not many, right? It's too much, TOO MUCH. I think this movie took ten years off my life.

I Was a Spy, 1933

Dir. Victor Saville

⭐3/5

Watched Feb 18, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Connie's performance in this is more sympathetic than it has any right to be. The movie very easily could have been sensationalist garbage, and I'm so glad it was handled with relative care and humanity. I liked his whole vibe, I am not immune to party boy Rasputin's charms; "he's got the kavorca, the lure of the animal!" He looks like he stinks, which in this case may not necessarily be a bad thing. I don't even know what to make of all the cooing and baby talk he does with Alexei, or for that matter Drunk!Rasputin dancing and climbing over furniture to get at his ladies. I wish we got to see more scenes with Rasputin and the royal family, how those relationships formed and affected matters of state. We only really get to know about any of that through dialogue among other court officials. And so the emotional turn at the ending was unexpected. The way he cried out after being shot, I've never heard a sound like that come from a human being. Needless to say I did not feel great when the movie ended, but I liked it way more than I thought I would.

Rasputin, Dämon der Frauen, 1932

Dir. Adolf Trotz

⭐3/5

Watched Mar 23, Archive.org

Almost all the performances in this are pretty excellent. The stripped back, realistic style with handheld, newsreel camerawork really suits these actors and the story. Apparently this is a remake of an English film which is based on a play, and it definitely feels like a play. I'm fascinated by this little movie, it's basically an anti-war film about British soldiers in WWI produced in Germany in the early 30s… how did this even get made?? Messages about the horrors of war aside, the homoerotic undertones (overtones?) alone make this a truly unique piece of storytelling for the time and place it was filmed. And those under/overtones are treated pretty respectfully, none of these men are the butt of a joke, how they are with one another is handled with a naturalism that isn't really seen again until maybe the 1950s. And Connie. The range. Can we talk about Stanhope? He's a gruff, messy drunk, a traumatized, hollowed out husk of a man. When Osbourne says something like "you'll be alright when this is over," NO HE WOULDN'T, HE'D BE WORSE. His relationship with Raleigh is interesting too, clearly they were more than casual friends. I didn't believe for a second that the tension between Stanhope and Raleigh was about the sister/fiancée, it's weak, weak I tell you. It's one of Connie's most underrated performances.

Die andere Seite, 1931

Dir. Heinz Paul

⭐3.75/5

Watched Apr 27, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Everyone in this movie looks like a Rankin Bass stop motion character. The ending was abrupt as fuck, Werner Krauss' Jack the Ripper got a lot less screen time and I wonder if they just tacked that onto the end after they realized they spent too much time on Emil Jannings' and Connie's characters. There's a lot of fondling going on in this movie, there's the guy with the bread in the first part, then Connie going all glassy-eyed caressing his globes. Ivan the Terrible is a certified DIVA in that diaphanous, white robe, even with the hard middle part and scraggly beard. What is he doing with his tongue the whole time, though?? Love that he crashes some random girl's wedding, lets her father get murdered by assassins, kidnaps her AND her husband, and brings them both home to his sex dungeon. Connie is doing the most -- the eyes, the gestures, all the greatest hits from his silent film acting tool box, he's whipping them out for this role.

Das Wachsfigurenkabinett (Waxworks), 1924

Dir. Paul Leni, Leo Birinski

⭐2/5

Watched May 29, Archive.org

I didn't like this movie, I just wanted an excuse to post this screenshot. But it actually is a very silly little movie, with what must have been an enormous budget for costumes and sets, and it has some cute physical comedy. Sadly, Connie's in too little of the film to save it from being obnoxious. I did like the Czar's body double who just wanted to work on his needlepoint, and the Court Spanker who was clearly really into his job. And of course Metternich, that sly dog, that velvet-clad scamp. Between the all the foxy, gap-toothed grinning he does and the way he's going to town on that dialogue, he is as always a pleasure to watch. The English version is on Youtube somewhere, so I may go through that and pick out the time stamps for Connie's scenes because I don't think I could sit through this whole movie again, especially not that stupid fucking "Wien und der Wein" song, jesus christ.

Der Kongress tanzt, 1931

Dir. Erik Charell

⭐2/5

Watched Jun 23, Snowgrouse's masterpost

Apparently this movie was considered a flop, and Connie wasn't super happy with this role and others around this time. I think I must have had that info in the back of my mind somewhere going into this movie, because my expectations were pretty low. So, as usual, I actually wound up liking it more than I thought I would. It's a lot sillier than it has any right to be, but yeah it's ultimately a piece of fluff compared to some of the other heavy-hitting films on this list. I love when Connie has a comedic foil like the Marius character, but it could have been a lot better if the dialogue was snappier and the timing tighter. And Connie's character promises to be this bad bitch at the top of the movie, but all we get is one quick, poorly choreographed sword fight and a whole bunch of nothing after that. There's all this build up, I mean, the character is nicknamed The Black Death, and the movie never really lets the character live up to the name. It's a missed opportunity for sure. That said, the Puffy Shirt with the open collar "ensconced in velvet" (to risk yet more Seinfeld references), jaunty hat, knee-high boots with spurs look is really doing it for me. And THERE ARE PUPPIES. Perhaps the most delightful thing that has ever happened in cinematic history. I couldn’t believe it. Connie picked up the first puppy and said, "You big boy, you!" and I hate him, like full Madeline Kahn Mrs. White "flames… on the side of my face." I hate him so much.

Under the Red Robe, 1937

Dir. Victor Seastrom

⭐2.5/5

Watched Jul 17, Youtube

[notsodailykurudoro]

Day 23

(day 19 continuation)

“Not a problem!” Dororo gleamed, giving the smaller man his space as he stared around the place. 

It was… something. 

“I could help you tidy up this place if you so let me.” He offered.

Kururu already had started eating and boy was he going at it, he took a brief break of trying to feed his starving self to muster a “Suit yourself” between bites.

And I shall, thought the taller man, tying together his long hair to work better on the stinking mess that was now Kururu's room. He swore he'd seen burrows ten times neater than whatever the everloving heck was going on here. 

Luckily, he came prepared. A soft smile drew onto hidden lips as he began tossing visible junk on a big plastic bag. The room was dark, barely lit by three monitors from the ostentatious mumbo-jumbo that shaped together Kururu's rather expensive setup. Sometimes he wonders where he gets the stuff, sometimes he is brave enough to inquire about such, and sometimes he gets a halfhearted answer. Sometimes, he worries.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't actually worried all the time. For him, for them, for everyone. 

Had anyone ever paid him back?

That was also a sometimes. 

He kept working on the task at hand, he had a long way ahead but he’ll manage, he was more than satisfied with just having managed to get the hermit to eat something that wasn't artificially made or not even proper food at all. 

He could tell by all the wrappers and boxes discarded on the sticky floor that he'd spent at least weeks eating garbage, if not more. A pit sank in his stomach, well known worry setting in his limbs, sensitive enough to feel his vacant eyes stinging. He tried not to think too hard about it in order to stop himself from shaking, but he knew Kururu's health was worsening by the second and he couldn't help but feel unfathomably sad about it. 

He steadied his breathing, squatting down to toss what seemed like a bunch of crumpled papers next to the ginger's bed. 

Dororo squinted, stopping in his tracks as he tried to fix his gaze on a single not ruined sheet lying on the floor beneath the disgusting mass of quilts, gadgets, clothes and pillows that was the litter. 

He held it gently between long fingers, glancing quickly at the smaller nerd that was too distracted eating while he pondered at something on whatever in the world those screens were showing him, before returning to try and take a read at the messy handwriting. 

It was, again, very dark, however he was well accustomed to see among shadows.

So he read. 

…

…?

And he read again.

…

…

… It was a suicide note. 

He felt his heart stop for a whole second, eyes wide as could be while trying with every fiber of his being to not freak out audibly at the fatal discovery. He swallowed, dry, debating whether or not it was a good idea to bring it up to his companion. 

This was awful! Why would he think about such atrocity? Had he arrived too late, or just in time? He looked… rather bad, but honestly he could never tell the difference and that made him feel even worse. 

He had to think, read the room, think about his feelings, plan out how he was gonna say it so Kururu didn't felt awkward and decided he didn't want Dororo in his life anymore, think about his tone and words and when and how and

“WERE YOU ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?” A heavy teary eyed Dororo exclaimed as he held onto the hikikomori with one hand and held the note with the other.

Startled outta his mind, Kururu tried to narrow his own fucked up gaze towards what he was trying to show him, the contact making him uneasy as well as the crying. 

“I- uh- wuh-” He stammered, finally focusing on what he had in his hands and feeling his heart stop for a solid split of a second. 

Unbothered, a strained almost permanent smile kept the snarky bite on his words as he reached for the note. 

“Now where didja find that…?” 

“WERE YOU? KURURU-DONO, PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO TELL ME-”

“Where?"

“Th-T-The bedframe, beneath it…” The martial arts enthusiast sniffed, easing his grasp on the technician as to not keep bothering further. He was honestly kinda surprised he didn't instantly shoved him away. 

The yellow devil remained silent for a few beats, rereading the thing as if having forgotten that he, at some point in his recent life, stood so ridiculously low to write such a pathetic excuse of a letter. 

The flash of a thought came to him, who was ever gonna read it anyway? but after glancing out of the corner of his vision and seen the barely illuminated ninja shed abnormally large tears, he reconsidered. 

He crumpled the note and tossed it away. 

“Don't worry about it.” He lazily elaborated, slumping forward once again to keep scrolling on what seemed to be a shady forum long forgotten by even god himself, stuff that Dororo could not get even if he tried or cared enough. 

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT!?” The taller man quickly retorted. “Y-Y-H-HOw am I sure you’re not gonna shorten further y-y-your lifespan!?”

Kururu cringed ever so slightly. 

“And I-I apologize deeply if this is still a sour subject to you, but sir, I hold deep worry towards your well being!”

“I know.”

“I'm serious!”

“... I know.”

“So, please do I beg you… Would you tell me if something greatly bothers you? If there's something straining your chest with anguish?”

Kururu seemed so distant from his spot, even if merely inches away, he always seemed to hide just enough to be unreadable yet clear enough to tell he was going through it™. It didn't helped to ease Dororo's nerves. 

“Please? At least would you try?”

“... ‘k” 

“Thank goodness…” He sighed with relief, wiping away some of his tears with the back of his bandaged hand. “I won't ask about the letter, you’ll know when to reach and I'll assist.”

“Will do my best I s’pose.” Kururu muttered, barely audible. Dororo catched it either way, and felt happy about it. “Y’can go back to whatever you were doin’, ain't going anywhere.” 

Ain't dying soon he would had said instead, but he didn't felt like tormenting the man further. Not today. 

“I shall.” 

The ninja bowed lightly, and that's the last he heard of him as he fixed again on the screens, tired eyes fully hidden under glasses that were hit directly by the blue light. 

He felt arms wrap around his frame and he almost jumped at the sudden touch, the scent of incense and pinetrees giving away the perpetrator if not already painfully obvious. 

“Wh… Why…” Words couldn't leave his mouth properly as he fought with his own weird stoicness and months of being a touchstarved sociopathic freak. 

“I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, I hope this isn't uncomfortable to you-”

Kururu considered. His smell was awful if not just rotten, had the temperature of an oven on Christmas and not for the reasons anyone thought, and the feeling of someone else touching him was just indescribable pain. 

And yet…

“... I don't mind.”

Maybe that's what the mask was for. 

They remained like that for a short while before the long haired shinobi retreated and kept trying to tidy up the room, and he went back to mess on his computer, none of them said a word afterwards. 

It was nice. 

[proudahgase-exol]

Loving you is all I know.

Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)

Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.

Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel

Ps: if you like my work please like and reblog and comment if you like to 💞

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Y/n pov:

It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.

It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.

Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.

A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.

Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.

I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.

When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.

As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.

“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo

“N no,” I said turning away

“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice

“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him

“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us

“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment

“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side

“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject

“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me

“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me

“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room

“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket

As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin

Chanyeol pov:

I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n

“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them

“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said

“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad

“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said

“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive

“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed

“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked

“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor

“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room

I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.

When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.

She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.

When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked

“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him

“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger

“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say

“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder

I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good

Y/n pov:

After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel

As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me

“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head

“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears

“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking

“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me

“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried

“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm

When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.

After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.

When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.

The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.

After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.

After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.

When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.

When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.

“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her

“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us

“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore

“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes

“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry

“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying

“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying

“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling

“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice

“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing

“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused

“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”

“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me

“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling

“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time

“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly

“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand

“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle

I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up

“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well

“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.

“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged

“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes

“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight

“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile

“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful

“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him

“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent

“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.

Chanyeol pov

I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.

I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.

- sorry if there’s any errors 🥺

[dalekofchaos]

Daily reminder, FUCK HULK HOGAN

I don't give a shit what Hulk Hogan has done for Wrestling.

He's a racist piece of shit. He went on a full racist rant because his daughter was dating a black guy and only apologized because he got caught, not because he was a fucking racist.

Hulk Hogan thwarted a union drive led by Jesse “The Body” Ventura by ratting out his coworkers to the boss. “Hogan made more money than all of us combined,” Ventura told Steve Austin in 2016. “So naturally, he didn’t want a union.”

The only reason why this carny piece of shit is catering to the MAGA crowd is because the wrestling world doesn't fucking want him. He can't work because he fucked his back over the years. The wrestlers hates his fucking guts. The only wrestlers who even want him around are Hogan's personal stooges like the Nasty Boys, Eric bischoff and Brutus Beefcake. The fans hate his fucking guts for finding out what a backstabbing politician and a fucking racist. The black wrestlers refuse to accept his phony apology because they know he's not sincerely sorry and his shit stinks to high heavens. It's the only way this phony pathological lying carny sack of shit caters to the lowest common denominator is because it's the only way to stay fucking relevant when the people he used to cater to doesn't fucking want him.

He’s a habitual liar and a sleazeball. A fragile has been man child grasping at any chance to remain relevant. There’s numerous reasons why a number of wrestlers in the biz have kept their distance from him. He’s a self-centered narcissist, much like his "hero" Donny Dipshit.

He advocated for a man who wants to bring about Christofascism and someone who was ON RECORD of being a rapist and a pedophile who had deep connections with Epstein and Maxwell.

"Hulk Hogan may have been a household name, but so is garbage, and like garbage, it starts to stink after a while."

[pippin-katz]

Happy Birthday to the garbage boy stink man that is Remus!! This is a bit of a rough drawing, but I embraced it lmfao

The outfit is from the Sanders Sides Calendar for the month of June, designed by @abd-illustrates (legend)

Hope you like it @thatsthat24 💚