#it you weren’t in love with nick before you prob are now

[concreteburialplot]

The Wonder Of You

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 4.5k

summary: you surprise your boyfriend with festive lingerie for his birthday. he shows you just how grateful he is with all the love he has in his corazón.

warnings: sweet, soft, FLUFFY, making love, soft dom!nick, festive (xmas-y), established dom/sub relationship, quite domestic, fingering/handjob, oral [m receiving], throat fucking, p n v, creampie, praise, again nick has a big fat one sorry it's just canon at this point - massive cocks are rare but he's got one ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n: happy birthday nicky🩷

And when you smile, the world is brighter You touch my hand, and I'm a king

Your kiss to me is worth a fortune Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why You love me as you do

That's the wonder The wonder of you

- 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪 // 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

Your boyfriend sits in the living room while you spend time curating the perfect set up for his birthday in your bedroom. You already lit the candles, mostly unscented but some which smell like a warm campfire and one that smells like candy cane, because you know he likes that one especially. There’s a playlist softly playing in the background, curated with a mix of his favorite songs that set a tone, lots of Deftones of course.

You undress and pile your clothes on top of the hamper before slipping on the set you bought for his birthday. It was lacy red triangles covering your breasts and it flowed down over your torso in a light mesh. You step into what is really a joke and an overstatement of being called underwear – it was just a couple of straps, completely bare in the middle between your legs. A pair of puffballs hang just above your ass and the edges of the babydoll top are lined in white fluff. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror you smooth out the mesh and take in your silhouette. Your immediate reaction is discomfort, feeling like these are clothes you don’t belong in. The outfit is too revealing, too holiday-y, too colorful, too much.

But you know how much he loves Christmas and how much he won’t care what you’re wearing once he sees you in lace. Man brains are quite simple after all, he probably won’t be able to tell you the color of the outfit when he’s done with you.

You sigh, making a mental note to push your insecurities to the side for the night and try to just embrace your sensuality for him.

Your hand hesitates before turning the doorknob and peaking your head out. He must’ve gotten bored since you see him working on some tattoo design on his iPad.

“Okay. Ready.” You say quickly before shutting the door and making it to the edge of the bed. You sit and unwrap a candy cane to suck on.

It’s clear he was unsure what exactly he was walking into by the surprised look on his face as he takes in the room before landing on you.

“Oh.” His eyes wide and locked on you. “This is what you’ve been working on?” He asks, crossing the room over to you. “What’s all this for?”

“Your birthday silly.” You place the end of the candy cane in your mouth and pull it out with a pop, your eyes fixated on his.

He glances over at the clock on the nightstand reading 11:14 pm. “Well, it’s not my birthday quite yet.”

“I figured we could start off strong.” You shrug, “I’m sure by the time we’re done it’ll be your birthday anyway.”

“Quite a bold assumption, with how fucking good you look.” He jokes, not being able to stay off your body.

“Mmm.” You hum around the candy cane before pulling it out to speak. “I’m sure we can make it last.”

You find his wrist and carefully bring it down while you part your legs for him, letting his fingers find your exposed pussy.

His eyes round at the discovery, “Fuck you’re so wet already.” He mumbles, cupping your cheek to tilt your face up to him. “You’re this wet just from wanting to please me?”

You hum an “mhm” around the sugary cane looking up at him.

His fingers glide up your folds exploring you while his eyes can’t look anywhere besides your occupied mouth. “Fuck baby.” The hand on your cheek slides down to around your throat, gently with no pressure. “I need that to be my cock in your mouth.”

You knew it wouldn’t take long for him to slip into his usual self. You hook your finger at the curve in the cane and slide it past your lips, letting your lips stay parted for him.

“Mmm.” His hand around your throat slithers up to your jaw and tugs his thumb across your lips before dipping it into your mouth. You instantly wrap your lips around his finger and suck on him just as you would his cock. Your eyes never leave his as you do so.

“Oh, what a good girl, getting a head start.” He praises which only fuel you.

You hum and nod around his finger while your hands fumble to find his zipper. You waste no time trying to palm him over his jeans, you don’t want to keep him waiting on his birthday after all. You tug his pants and underwear down past his knees, letting his hard cock spring free smacking against his stomach. No matter how long you’ve been together the sight of his size never ceases to amaze you. It never fails to fill your tummy with excitement and fear.

You don’t hesitate to begin working his length in your hands. His skin is silky smooth to the touch and the blood rushing through his member makes his veins so prominent beneath your fingertips.

The feeling of your hands has his eyes fluttering closed for just a second. His fingers never halted between your legs, now slipping into your entrance.

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours before pulling his thumb from your mouth. His gray-blue eyes lovingly track yours as he holds your jaw gently. “You are so pretty.” He says softly in the space between you two, so quiet you’d think the room was full of people and he only wanted you to hear.

A blush coats your cheeks, and you shake your head. “No, no. I look so silly.”

“Uh uh,” He nudges his nose against yours sweetly, “You know better than to say no to me.”

A small smile tugs at your lips, because for some reason it makes you feel so safe when he asserts himself like that. “Yes sir.” You reply meekly.

The edges of his lips tug up into a grin, “That’s my girl.” He whispers.

He pulls away just a bit to glance around the room, the red LED lights with the Christmas lights hung around the room and all the candles lit. “You did this all for me?” He asks quietly, holding your chin up.

“Of course.” You whisper back, looking up at him in awe. Even when his hair in a messy bun and thick rimmed glasses, he’s still the most handsome man in the world to you. “You work so hard. You deserve a little fun. And what’s more fun than having me be a toy for you?”

A chuckle escapes his lips, “While I can’t argue with that, I don’t need all of this for my birthday. It’s just another day to me, you know that.”

“I know. But I love you.” You state softly, nuzzling your cheek against his palm. “You deserve everything, and I just want to make you feel good. I want to show you how much I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles and leans down to your lips pressing a long kiss against them. “Well, let’s get that pretty mouth of yours to work then, hm?”

Rosy-pink tints your cheeks and a flurry of butterflies swirl in your tummy. You nod and let him pull his fingers from you. He slips them into his mouth and sucks them clean, humming at your taste. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

“Sh.” You wave off his compliment, mostly because it worsens the warmth on your cheeks.

The bed squeaks a bit as you readjust to lay flat on your stomach to be level with his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of it. Thick and massive, the first half of his shaft a darker shade of his olive skin tone, with the second half much lighter. His tip swollen and pink with a driblet of precum pooling at the head.

You take no time in licking a fat strip up his slit before taking his head into your mouth. He lets out a grunt at the stimulation of your warm mouth around him. His hand finds your head and tangles his fingers into your hair.

You savor him, rolling swirls on the underside of his cock and then circling around the tip. His head is so big it almost fills your entire mouth, so you use your hands to take care of the rest of his length as you begin bobbing on him.

“Fuck.” He groans, tugging at your hair a bit, “Fuck that feels so good.”

You swoon at the praise which makes you work harder. Your hands working him, squeezing around his shaft for extra stimulation. You move up and down on him, taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, letting him hit the back of your throat each time.

“God, look how good you are for me, taking me so well.” He grunts a bit, rutting his hips for work just a little, knowing that too much might hurt you.

Your heart swells at his words and the noises he’s making, you can tell how much he’s enjoying himself and that’s all you wanted. You wiggle your ass up a bit just to show off just how little the strappy lingerie covers you.

“Mmm.” He hums, his hand running down your back and squeezing a cheek before landing a hard smack against it.

While you half expected it, it still stings but it’s exactly what you wanted. You know he won’t hurt you too much tonight since he’s being so sweet but usually, he loves hurting you and you love taking it.

You whine around his member and take him even deeper down your throat. You try your best to suppress a gag the deeper you go on him, but it’s not that successful. His fingers curl stiffer around your hair at the sound and swivels his hips forward ever so slightly, enough to make you gag again. He chuckles at your struggle, deriving twisted pleasure out of it. When you don’t give him a warning sign he pushes further down your throat. His favorite thing is testing just how far you’ll go for him. He loves how hard you work for him, and he doesn’t take it for granted, he loves watching his best girl choke on his cock. 

You whine around him again and look up at him with your eyes filling with tears from the pain of his girth in your throat.

His lips pull to a sinister smirk at the sight of your makeup running down your face. “Oh my, look at you.” He loosens his grip in your hair and instead combs through it as he speaks. “You look so fucking gorgeous with your pretty mouth full of my cock.”

The praise alone has you nearly dripping on the bed and fills your heart with loving pride. You want nothing more than to please him and make him happy, especially on his birthday.

You moan with your mouth full and looking up at him through your thick lashes and he looks down at you in awe.

“Can I try something with you, my love?” He asks sweetly, as if he doesn’t have the power to command you to do whatever he wanted.

You pull off of him with a pop, nodding with a string of drool still hanging from his tip to your mouth.

“How about you lay on your back for me huh? Hang your head off the edge of the bed.”

Fear slithers up your spine at the idea of him having that much more access to your throat from that angle.

Nick picks up on your hesitation and bends down to your eyelevel, taking your chin gently between his fingers. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to baby. But I promise I’ll be gentle, okay? You can pat my thigh if you need me to stop.”

You tug at your bottom lip in thought but ultimately agree with an “okay” in an already raspy voice. You do as he asked and flipped onto your back, letting your head hang just off the mattress edge.

“Good girl.” He stretches out the words as he watches you put your body on display for him.

His leans down you as soon as you’ve settled. He uses both hands to gently finish brush all the rogue hairs away from your face and neck. His tattooed hands then find your cheeks and cupping them. “You are so goddamn beautiful.” He smiles, just taking in the wonder of you. “I can’t wait to make a mess out of you.”

You beam up at him and he can’t help but widen his grin. His thumb rubs your cheek tenderly before leaning down to press a kiss to your messy lips. He nudges his nose against yours, “I love you so fucking much, Princess.” He whispers.

Your heart swells at your favorite petname. With the way he treats you, he always made you feel like a princess, and he always made you feel so taken care of, so protected.

You were his. Completely, totally, entirely.

You belonged to him, and he belonged to you.

“I love you too Nicky.” You reply softly in the same low volume.

You let there be moment of comforting silence between you, your foreheads pressed against each other, his hands lovingly holding your head. You revel in the deep adoration you have for one another.

“I’m ready.”

“Okay my doll.” He presses another peck on your lips before returning to his original standing position.

He takes hold of his member by the base and uses it to press his swollen head against your partially parted lips. You open up for him, giving him full access to your mouth. He slides his length in, moving past your tongue immediately going for the throat. While the new position allows him to get deeper, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that it doesn’t trigger your gag reflex nearly as much as the previous position. This discovery allows you to relax and let him have his way with you.

He starts slow to test the water with long deep strokes but soon picks up speed. His hips thrust in and out of your mouth vigorously getting lost in it.

“Gah -  fuck.” He groans out in a hiss. His hand smothers down around your neck, pressing down on the sides a bit. He wanted to feel himself destroy your trachea.

He leans forward a bit, only shoving himself down your throat more, to trace his fingers down your front finding your closed, bent legs. He taps your thigh softly, “C’mon baby, let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”

You didn’t think it was possible to feel anything other than the monster in your throat but still, your cheeks heated up and a flutter grew between your legs.

You bend to him, like you always do, obeying him out of devotion not out of direction. His hand slides down your inner thigh as you spread for him. You feel a tinge of insecurity and maybe embarrassment in your revealing lingerie, the crotchless thong offering no coverage for you.

His fingers glide up between your folds, circling around your clit before reaching further down and gathering the juices at your entrance. From this angle he can’t dip inside you but god just the proximity of his touch has you pulsing around nothing. He retracts his reach and brings his fingers to his mouth, slipping them in desperately needing the taste of you. He groans around his fingers covered in your slick and continues to roll his hips harshly into your throat as he savors you.

“God, fuck baby.” He groans and slowly pulls from your throat. As uncomfortable as it was having him lodged there, it brings a vague feeling of emptiness. You love having him inside you, one way or another.

Drool connects his member to your mouth in strands, his cock coated in saliva.

“I need your fucking pussy baby. I need to feel you.” He says, slipping out of the rest of his clothes, his body on full display.

His body was tattooed almost completely. Most people wouldn’t consider a body like his anything special perse, he wasn’t muscular or toned really, mostly just lean. Except for some muscle in his arms from playing bass and lugging around instruments all the time. He’d been very skinny most of his life but as he’s gotten older there was thin extra layer around his tummy, which you loved. As long as you’d known him, he never liked to show much skin, he was never one to be shirtless for no reason. Which you never really understood because to you, he was the most attractive man in any room. But since he wasn’t fond of showing skin, there were parts of him only you got to see. Tattoos only you knew were there and knew the stories of. Tattoos only you got to trace with your fingers and your tongue.

Loving him and catering to him was an art only you knew.

You nod and sit up, but before you even get a chance to breathe, he’s grasped your thighs and tugged you the edge of the bed. He whisks you up prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. Your arms slink around his neck and you once again press your forehead against his, this time getting a good view of his eyes. In the dim light with the faint red glow from the light strips, his eyes look extra green. You loved how his eyes could change depending on the setting. It amazed you how no matter the color, blue, green or grey, they always looked perfect for him.

“You are so, so good for me. I couldn’t ask for a better girl.” He says softly.

“You mean that?” You ask past the strain in your throat, leaning forward a bit to be even closer with him.

“Of course, my darling. Look at all you’ve done for me, and how good you make me feel.” He gushes.

“I do?” You hum ghosting against his lips.

“Mhm.” He hums back.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, you reciprocate, tangling your fingers in his messy black hair before lengthening the kiss. It’s soft, sweet, loving, patient.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to escalate into a passionate flame. He climbs up onto the bed clumsily with you still wrapped around him. He carefully drops you in the middle of bed, your head landing on plush pillows without interrupting your kiss.

Your lips and tongues dance together as his hands wander your body. His soft hands gliding your every curve beneath the thin babydoll mesh. He detaches from your lips and begins kissing down your neck. His breathing is rapid and needy.

“I love you. I love every part of you,” He says hastily between open mouth kisses. “Every fucking part.”

You’re dizzy with how much you love him. “I love you too.”

He’s so fucking worked up that he’s already rutting the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting pressure against your buzzing clit.

You whine at the sensation of his tip against your sensitivity and his sucking on the weak spot on your neck. Your hand tangles in his hair, gripping it with need.

As much as you don’t want to interrupt the sweetness of it all, you need him in a much different way. “Please fuck me, fuck I need your cock so fucking bad please.” You beg, the ache between your thighs screaming for relief.

He chuckles against your neck, even though you can tell he needs it just as bad. It doesn’t take much to bring you both back to your normal depravity. “Hm. You’re gonna have to do better than that. What is it you need baby?”

You groan a bit in defiant impatience. “Your cock. I need your fucking cock.”

“Hm. A little sassy are we? Not even a please that time.” He rolls his hips into you, sliding the underneath of his length between your soaked lips. “Let’s try again. Be more specific, what do you want?”

You huff, over his delaying. “I want your big fat fucking cock to fuck me raw. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” The edges of his lips curl to a smirk, “Well. I think we can arrange that.”

Before you could even respond he’s already pressed his tip into your entrance. He wants to ram right into you, you can tell, but he knows better than that. He’s gotten really good at knowing how to stretch you out properly. His thumb finds your sensitive nub and begins rolling tight circles into it to help you relax around him.

“That’s it baby.” He reassures you. “You’re doing so good for me.” He fills you slowly, inch by inch carefully until he’s bottomed out. You hiss at the pain of him inside you. He fills you entirely and the stretch burns at first but sweetens when he begins moving in and out of you. Deep grumbly groans fill his chest at the feeling you tight around him.

“Fuck.” You wince a bit but let your eyes flutter close.

His movements start slow, but you feel his restraint bubbling beneath your fingertips like a volcano. “You’re doing such a good job, Princess, taking me so fucking good.” He groans into your neck.

His fingers work diligently on your pulsing clit, helping ease the pain a bit. You’ve been worked up all night thinking about this moment, combined with how his cock reaches the deepest parts of you and how his fingers work where you need him, you feel like you could explode any second.

“I’m trying to go slow baby, but you just feel so fucking good.” He says between the breathy moans that escape him. His actions match his statement, his hips working in quick but deep thrusts in and out of you.

You whine loudly at his words, only worsening you impending climax. Tingle fill your body down to your legs that wrap around his waist. You love seeing and feeling just how much he can’t control himself with you. The knot in your tummy is so tight it feels like it’s about to snap.

“I’m close.” You warn hastily, unsure of how much longer you’ll last – and you know he won’t like it if you don’t ask for permission first. “Can I cum? Please – fuck, please I’m so close.”

His fingers on your clit speed up just a bit to help you over your finish line. “Cum for me baby, c’mon cum all over my cock.”

Bright ecstasy blooms from where he works on you, sending a blazing buzzing across your skin. Explosions fill your tummy and your heart beats so fast it feels like it could rupture.

“Don’t fight it Princess, go ahead, give in to me.” He hums just beneath your ear.

Your nails dig deep into his back as your spine curves violently up from the mattress. Screams curses and moans rip through your chest and fill the room.

“Oh my, there we go.” His thrusts speeding up beginning to chase his own orgasm. “That’s my good girl, cumming so hard for me.”

His deep raspy voice and the way he’s talking you through with a bit of overstimulation from his persistent fingers pushes you over a different edge, feeling yourself squirt your juices all over his cock.

“Oh, look at that,” He lets out a strained groan. “I know it’s so much isn’t it?”

You cling onto him, biting down on his shoulder as you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts get quick and sloppy and hard, probably getting pushed over his own edge by the way your walls spasm around him.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He growls, his hands sliding beneath your thighs and hooking behind your knees to keep you in place. He slams hard into you repeatedly until he goes rigid, and you feel his cock twitch inside you – which with how large he is, is a bit painful but you love it. Milky white paints your walls and fills you up fully, pouring out of you before he even pulls out.

He rests atop of you and lets himself soften a bit before pulling from you. It’s an odd feeling being so full then being so empty, but at least you have his cum pooling inside of you for now.

He falls next to you and your chests rise and fall in time. After you’ve both come down a little, you look over at each other with glossy eyes and soft smiles.

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After you both have showered and cleaned up, you change into some cozy pajamas. A unplanned cold front had rolled in so the warmest pajamas you had were matching Christmas ones. Nicholas lit the fireplace while you made your signature hot chocolate.

You cozy up next to him on the couch, beneath a blanket and a cat or two. The fireplace warmth and the lit Christmas tree are the only things lighting the room besides the glow of the mostly full moon from outside the window. You nestle your head on his shoulder and watch the fire crackle beneath the hung stockings – one for each of you and for each cat.

The heat of the hot cocoa almost burns your tongue – just almost, just like you like it. The hot drink fills your chest, warming you from the inside. Your eyes drift to the lit Christmas tree you had put up just a couple days ago. You can’t help but smile at how each ornament has a special memory attached. You take it in and appreciate it now because it is a miracle the tree lasted even this long with the cats trying to climb it every chance they got.

Even though you wanted to wait, he was so excited to put it up after Thanksgiving that you couldn’t say no. You can rarely say no to him, especially when his eyes are so bright. Holidays weren’t ever your thing, but he always made them so special. Being with him is a dream, so you savor the magic he brings.

You’ll love the holidays, as long as you have him to celebrate with.

You snuggle into him shivering a bit before looking up at him, catching him admiring the fire and the tree too.

“Hey.” You say quietly to catch his attention but not disrupt the peace. He looks down at you, with eyes so fully of contentment. “Happy birthday.”

The edges of his mouth curl into a happy grin. “Thank you, my love.” He kisses your forehead, “You didn’t have to do all of that for me.”

If you were more awake, you’d tease him and ask if he was complaining but you were far too drained for that.

“I know, but I wanted to. Because I love you.” You plant a peck on his shoulder.

“I’ll never understand why you love me as you do.” He states, using the hand not occupied with a mug to find and hold yours. “But god, am I grateful. You truly are the love of my life.”

You can’t hide the wide smile that stretches across your face and the blush that coats your cheeks. “And you are mine, Nicholas.”

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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! i'm not that good at writing smut or fluff so sorry if it wasn't that great! this is probably the fluffiest thing ive ever written and im embarassed 🫣

Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.

let me know if you liked it! i love hearing your thoughts🥰🩷

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HC Part 4/drabble 

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Slightly rested, Salim bends over the balcony railing. It was a long day. "Can't believe all that happened to me," he mumbles, lighting a cigarette, and draws on it. After the nest had been eliminated, three of them - Nick, Jason and Salim - were called in by the high command, and that didn't sound good. After the friends arrived to the headquarters, they were surprised to be asked to give evidence against the very same UK commander who'd sent Salim on a suicide mission. It turned out, he'd been accused in abuse of authority by few officers. However, the hopeful men weren't spared from explainig their wrongdoings too - the Iraqi's absent without leave and the American's unauthorized decision to deal with the nest, taking Nick, his subordinate, to be the cover. Considering the overall situation, Jason and Salim got off easy. They were punished with a reprimand, degrading of security clearance and relocating to a permanent hideout, where their comings and goings could be watched, questioned and repoted. That's exactly where Salim is right now, at their new hideout. It's the Old War Office Building, that was decided to temporary serve as a base for the UK & US officers, and was properly secured and protected, so people could take a rest in peace, not worrying about vampire-mutants. Stepping inside for the first time, Salim and Jason didn't feel like prisoners at all. The luxurious interier reminded them of a palace, with huge staircase, high ceilings and marble pillars. Of course, they were moved into a tiny attic that had been used as a storage before. That was a good thing, though - the invincible duo doesn't need to share this small room with other officers like the others do. A cottage is a castle for those in love, as they say. Salim rubbs his neck where the hickey is, the only visible sign of the recent passion. "Hey" - Jason walks out onto the balcony and hugs the other man from the behind, resting his chin on the man's shoulder. "Smoking again?" "I think, I deserve it" - Salim gives the jarhead a little smile. - "Why do hate smoking so much, anyway?" Jason swirls his half-done beer around the can and smirks - "I just don't like my man taste like ashes." "Oh" - Salim raises up his eyebrows, amazed - "your man?" "Sure thing," - the marine pulls away and goes around to lean over the railing too. "We are dating now, right?" The Iraqi takes a long drag and blows a cloud of smoke, tilting his head back, to the sky - it's colored in reds and oranges beautifully, the sun's slowly going down, drowning into the clouds. The spotlights around the base will be turned on soon. "How are you imagining that?" - Salim sighes and looks at Jason pensively. "What do you thing we'll do after all this is over, huh? Well, let me tell you. You will ruturn to America, and I will return to Badra-Mandali. That's it." "Why won't you immigrate? Do you like living in a constant war that much?" the marine asks hotheadedly. "Jason," - the other man shakes his finger - "do you even know how hard it is for a former Iraqi soldier to immigrate to America? It's almost impossible. I can't be considered a refugee and I don't have any special skills to be able to find work there". "No special skill?" Jason snorts. "Bullshit! You're slaying those fucking things like they're nothing, Salim! I bet, my commander will find you a job in the US forces no prob." "Aaah, I'm so done with all of this," the older man looks around, pointing down with his head at the checkpoint, barricades and barbed wire around. "That's why I quited the Republican Guard at the first place, remember?" "Come on, don't be like that! You didn't even think it through," Jason says and, with a a straight face, stares into the distance. Salim hesitates. He doesn't want to go against himself, against his own peace-seaking nature. Not anymore. But he also likes this testy jarhead by his side. He likes him so much it could be love.   "Listen, Jason... For now, we should treasure what we have. After all, we could've never met again," Salim puts his palm on the other man's shoulder. "I say, we go with the flow and later... I don't know. May be we'll figure something out later". Jason looks back at his beloved with a bittersweat smile. Yeah, I'm too ambitious, he thinks, and I want to have it all right now. I guess, Salim's right - sometimes you just gotta live in the moment. He tilts closer and kisses the other man on the lips, slowly and sweetly. When he moves away, the Iraqi glances at the floor and then his eyes dart back at Jason flirtatiously - "And there I thought you hated the taste of smoke." "Don't be such a smartass," - the American grins and grabs Salim's hand to pull him back inside.

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P.S. don’t even ask! the pic is 50% Blender 50% Photoshop xd

P.S.P.S. special high five to “Jason-has-short-hair” nation ^_-

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Jatp- Perfect Harmony Dissection

Holy Moly this show has taken me by surprise in the best possible way.

I forgot how good Kenny Ortega is... and omg the dynamics in this show are just *chefs kiss* anyway that’s for another post

All of these songs left an impression with me, but Perfect Harmony just got the cogs working in my brain so I wanted to dissect it because I can’t stop thinking about it.

This will be long but I hope people will bear with me.

I found out that Madison and Charlie wrote this one together for the show, so that’s cool. So, even if this is Julie’s fantasy/daydream, it objectively also has “Luke’s” input as well, considering Madison and Charlie were writing with the characters in mind.

The lead up to this song is Julie realising she is falling for Luke, and has Luke on the brain, so she slips up with calling Nick, Luke yadayada significant to say her crush has changed as well blah blah blah.

I first thought it was strange that they are all in black? They weren’t performing for anyone other than for merit. However Black is of course associated with death, mystery etc, but in this context ,with them being “fancy” it deems them as more elegant than anything. I like using this site for colour reference. Please make of it what you will, but I’m sticking with classy and mysterious with this performance.

Then I noticed how Julie and Nick are the centre of attention, plus Nick and Julie seem to improvise? They aren’t doing as the others are. Whether they are meant to or not. I think this is meant to draw parallels, with Nick sliding on the floor and Luke tumbling, then also the lift, how here it’s short and sweet, yet with Julie and Luke there are two and the second is drawn out and more meaningful etc.

I think she must be dancing normally in reality throughout this, but I’ll come back to that later.

So let’s get into this song.

“Step into my world”- I find this interesting because Luke is the one stepping over into hers, but also this is like some “in-between” that they're in;  significant of the Limbo that the guys are currently stuck in and also the fact that Julie is the bridge. The world is probably metaphorical for music as Luke helps re-establish it in Julie and is also the guy where music is his whole world, as he lets all of his emotions out and connects with people. It’s a running theme being called up again. However, you cannot deny the possible connotation of Julie potentially stepping over with them. It’s also ironic as Luke “steps” into Julie’s world “I’m sorry we came into your life” - Luke, ep 1, and literally steps over here.

“Bittersweet love story about a girl”- undeniable. Their story is bittersweet. Impossible to be together; yet have a connection that runs so deep.

But now we see the scenery, and it’s all monochrome and the candles just scream romance, but also to me, of serenity.

I mean even the dancefloor reflects to make it look as if they are dancing on water or in an in between world. The reason why I point out monochrome gives the intention of “black and white” there is a lack of complexity, it is clear about how true their bond is, and to them it isn’t complex. Also I can’t help but think of yin and yang which can also be included here as they balance each other out. Julie yin, Luke yang. This is ironic considering Julie is always symbolised with light and Luke the contrast with a dark and being, you know, dead.

I also came across a gifset of the parallels to dirty dancing that Perfect Harmony dance had, and again, the colours are flipped with the pair which is just... interesting in this instance.

“Shook me to the core  “Voice like an angel, never heard before”- pretty simple, Luke has always been amazed with Julie’s talent, plus a metaphor commonly attached to Julie, being called an angel. He is also calling her unique. Passage of touch.

But then we get the touch. So I think this whole hand passage thing is reflected in the time they tried to hold hands, then the last time and they could then touch. In this instance though it’s like Julie is the one being resurrected. Again, this could be another metaphor of his hand in helping her find her music again, but you cannot overlook the other implications.

So here is where they dance. I am no dance expert, but dance does have it’s own language that I think everyone can interpret, but I will try my best to explain. I also think “harmony” can be a way to express dance partners as well.

“Here in front of me”- I do think this is in reference being able to touch them, but the drawing up to her hands is so interesting because of the eye contact and draw. It’s more intimate.

Then they go into something similar to what the routine is meant to be in reality, but instead they make it like a pulse on the line “they’re shining so much brighter”

I point out a pulse because it’s “living” and it just juxtaposes with who Julie is talking about; the guys.

A twirl and lift on “than I have ever seen”- This is Julie talking about the guys. Ray calls them angels and then at the end of season they literally freaking glow so... (also pronoun change to collective when Julie starts singing)

“Life can be so mean”- ep 8, after Luke told him their demise would be one of three ways, Julie was going to be hurt all over again. Julie and Flynn had an understanding that the world was being cruel when they were discussing it. Also I just feel their dance here is like they are interpreting a rough ride/rollercoaster. They swing arms then tuck and twist.

“But when he goes, I know he doesn’t leave”- Luke will be in her heart, like she found with her Mum. She did let them go, and she understands she will have to do that, but they will live on in her heart.

Also hand over heart, as she “falls” into him and he doesn’t let her fall. That’s just cute.

“The truth is finally breaking through”- either their feelings or just what will be revealed to us. Though they are parted and Luke does the spinning on the ground so I expect a pitfall somewhere along the way (probs Caleb)

But he rolls right back to her

“Two worlds collide when I’m with you”- Well, the fact that they are the living and the dead.. so. Plus in-between. Don’t know how to interpret the dance here, I just like the swishy steps

“A voice is rising so, so high”- how Julie comes out of her shell. Also can’t help but link to the angel motif. Plus, Julie is lifted up, she is the catalyst, she is rising up in fame really. Luke is one of the people who helps her soar as well.

“We come to life, when we’re in perfect harmony”- Julie always being told she looks “alive again” when she’s doing music again.  Music and playing with Julie is what makes Luke and the guys feel alive. I gotta say, Charlie and Madison do exhibit some good harmonising.

The lift that happened is like the improv that Nick and Julie do, but then Luke and Julie here make eye contact as she comes down again, but goes back to similar to the dance she is meant to be doing. Until she reaches up on the line “We say we’re friends”, he also helps lift them up.

“We play pretend”. I mean, they kinda do. Luke tries to pass off his feelings with the guys, but that boy is WHIPPED.

“You’re more to me”- right off the bat, I like it. Arms out and a hug. YES. Also just look at that bliss on her face, bless her.

“We create” well yes they create “the perfect harmony”

The cut off is abrupt as Julie snaps back to reality. Then she looks in the mirror and realises Luke isn’t there and that she must’ve gone insane. This is what gets me. I think this is the moment that she realises that her feelings for Luke are deeper than she realised and I think she truly thought that they may have been dancing together in the end.

Is this just an extremely vivid daydream, because she had one of these when she mentally performed “I got the Music” and she must’ve done something during that time as she took someone’s drumsticks during her little renaissance. So what happened in real life? Did she just dance around a little, humming a bop? I just... I imagine that this is just a very lucid daydream, which is fair enough, relatable, but it just interacts so much with real life rather than actually just being all in her head. I just find it interesting.

The full version has some lines that I also want to point out. In the second verse there are these lines:

”You set me free”- Luke sings this line which can mean that she will set his soul free- she is a part of his “unfinished business”

“You and me together is more than chemistry”- Julie sings this line. We know that chemistry was pointed out by Alex and Reggie to Luke, and I believe Flynn also says about them being an appealing pair when performing. But they are more than chemistry. I mean they do work well together and they care about each other deeply, but I also can’t help but think of the “signs” her mother was giving her, and believing that the guys were sent to her.

“Love me as I am, I’ll hold your music here inside of my hands”- This is sung by both of them. They already do this, but holding their music in each other’s hand is interesting. I guess this is saying about trust and that they will do it together. I also think this relates to being able to finally hold hands. It’s like the saying “Whatever’s mine is yours”. They share pain, they share lyrics, their passion for music etc.

Then in the bridge we have the lines “I feel your rhythm in my heart”- I have a feeling that they are in sync with each other, they can immediately click and tune in with a melody. It’s also ironic as Luke doesn’t have a heart.

“You are my brightest burning star”- Luke sings this line. It makes sense. As I have said previously, Julie is this beacon of light, Luke clearly is in awe of her and inspires him. He also straight up calls her a star in ep 9 as well

“I never knew a love so real”- oh man, the irony. Their connection is pure and true, it’s just so annoying that he’s a ghost

“We’re heaven on earth, melody and words”- again with the metaphor of the middle ground where I suppose Julie sits. I understand the idiom and the bliss that they feel, and the connection they have and share with people. It’s just interesting as at the moment earth is currently Luke and the guys’ afterlife.

Anyway, that has been my dissection of Perfect Harmony. Thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far 😅

PS. the lack of visual aids is because Tumblr hates me, I apologise

[katsukikitten]

Steak out

A/N ANOTHER ONE enjoy this thirst text theme I've got going on. Probs the last one for awhile BBs. Hope yall enjoy this one. Somehow I involved my husband again...

Deku sits hunched over his notes muttering in the confined space of the car.

A slam on the dashboard has his sole leaving his body.

"Would you shut the FUCK UP?!" Bakugou yells, steam rising from the palm that struck the cheap dashboard. Scarlet burns hot, hot enough to cut into emerald.

After a long moment Bakugou readjusts himself, slumping further in the driver's seat but still having a good view of the building ahead.

"It's bad enough the director wants me to steak this shit out let alone with your mumbling ass." Bakugou snarls, hating that he is stuck in this claustrophobic space that only gets heavier with every uttered whisper. The car sits in a shadowed alley facing what seems to be an abandoned warehouse.

Even in broad day light the broken glass and tattered boards gave Izuku the creeps. He sighs, staring at his partner before going back to his notes.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he pulls it out.

*"The pictures I asked for are late, little Prince."*

Deku swallows thickly, he had been in the car all night and half the day. There was no way he was going to be able to get them to you.

*"I'm still on a job."*

He sweats before frantic fingers dash across the screen to add

*"My Mistress."*

But he believes he sent it too late, three dots in a bubble disappear and reappear several times before a message comes through.

*"I don't tolerate excuses or attitude little Prince. Send the pictures now or expect punishment."*

*"Mistress please!"*

*"Now!"*

Izuku's palms sweat, he clearly cannot afford to piss you off anymore. You had given a specific deadline and with plenty of notice.

But he thought he could get away with not sending them, it's not as if the two of you were dating.

More like fooling around, testing boundaries.

Plus he had just been avoiding it, not liking the way he has been looking lately, which is exactly why you assigned it. Izuku squirms in his seat earning a glare from his partner.

"If you've got to fucking piss use the alley damn it!" Bakugou shoves him into the door and for once Izuku is glad for the roughness.

Bakugou gave him a good idea.

"I'll..I'll be right back."

"It'd be okay if you weren't..."

Izuku takes his phone with shaking hands down the alley way just enough to be out of sight.

He lifts his shirt just a tad sending you a picture of himself showing off only the bottom two abs, sure to have his pants up over his light V.

He frowns, wishing he hadn't sent it before a message from you pops up.

*"Good first step but I want more."*

He leaves it on read for a moment before another comes in with a picture attached.

Izuku instantly blushes, cheeks burning with embarrassment and hot desire.

You're sitting on the edge your couch, skirt pulled up past your thick thighs and nice ass, tights ripped open, showcasing your fingers stroking your heavenly form.

*"Come on little Prince. Mistress isn't going to use her imagination to cum."*

*"You want to be a good boy and help me cum right?"*

He palms himself at the thought, hardly ever getting to touch you except when you decide to use his face as your throne.

He tries another picture only pulling his shirt up a bit more still avoid his V or showing his face.

*"I know you can do better...Don't my pictures make you want to cream your pants wishing it were me?"*

This time a selfie of your own fingers in your mouth, clearly tasting yourself for him.

He can taste it now, the sweetness on his tongue does have precum forming.

"Nnngghh." He groans, frustrating himself trying to get any good picture, angling his phone this way and that.

Only for you to encourage that you want more.

You send another dirty photo of you, two fingers spreading yourself.

*"Only good boys get to taste this. Very good boys get to fuck it. Now where is your confidence prince?"*

He has half a mind to be disobedient, ignoring your last order to not cum without you present, whether it be video chat or in person.

He has half a mind to just ignore your text messages and ease the ache in his pants. He palms himself again.

"OI!" The shout behind him causes him to jump, enough that he tosses his *unlocked* phone.

The very same phone that lands unharmed at the feet of a hot head.

Oh

Fuck

"Bakugou wow, so funny seeing you here with my phone! I'llbeneedingitbacknowthanks!" He strings the last part together rushing to snatch it but its too late.

Bakugou must have seen what you've sent, especially since his mouth is twisted up in a deadly smile.

"Fucking around with Y/LN huh?" He asks before noticing something.

"Do..do you not know how to send a nude or semi nude?" He scoffs and when Izuku turns beet red Bakugou comes up with an idea.

"Why don't we show your *mistress* how good of a boy you are okay Prince?" Bakugou asks, cornering Deku against the wall.

The nick name coming from his friends lips is doing something odd to his chest.

The same feeling he got when you first called him that.

"Ah Kaachan what are you?"

"Trust me." He says lifting his shirt all the way before putting it into his mouth, biting it while angling his head up slightly.

His scarlet eyes look into the camera and the gaze he is giving it even has butterflies in Izuku's stomach. He watches Bakugou hit send.

You open your phone to see a sinful picture of Bakugou.

Your core melts further as your eyes flutter over the image. The hard V points to mouth watering sin, a faint ash blonde happy trail further guiding you before your eyes finally travel up.

Slowly over each perfectly sculpted ab, one nipple is covered while the other is exposed thanks to the hot head securing the fabric between snarled teeth, eyes leaded heavy with lust.

Your heat clenches on it's own, you've always had a desire for Bakugou as well.

A message comes in.

*"Are you playing with another Dom, little one?"*

Bakugou smirks wildly as the idea forms. He had played with you before and he loved the idea of you painted with jealousy. Whether it be from his hands touching another or because his hands were touching your current toy.

He blasts the wall across from the two of them, removing a brick to hold Izuku's phone perfectly before pulling his shirt over the top of his head.

"Ka..kaachan." Izuku stammers and damn did he look cute. Flustered and stuttering Bakugou's nickname, his smirk becomes deadlier.

Two birds with one stone.

"Hush, *prince*." Bakugou snarls, ripping open Izuku's shirt right down the middle. Pulling it slightly off his shoulders, a deadly hand popping with anticipation before smoothing it over abs, feathering over Izuku's soft V before letting his fingers settle just beneath the band of his boxers.

The timer should go off any second and Bakuou needed Deku to make the perfect face.

Bakugou drags his capable tongue up the side of Izuku's cheek, sure to keep his eyes trained over his shoulder at the camera.

He can feel Deku's rapid pulse before removing his hands from such warm smooth skin, grabbing onto the phone more than happy with the shot.

He sends it with a Kingly caption.

*"Yes this little Prince is my toy now, Brat."*

"Ka..kaachan you're going to make Mistress upset. You need to address her appropriatly." Izuku defends your honor only to be seized by the throat and shoved agaisnt rough brick.

Katuski applies just enough pressure to Izuku's rapid pulse, careful to avoid his fragile larynx.

The same thing Bakugou used to do to you. Izuku's eyes flutter and the blonde can tell that he is close to sub space.

A text rings out on Izuku's phone that is still in Bakugou's hand.

"I'm her master so that makes me *your* master. You'll address me as King just as that brat should." He squeezes before letting go, "Don't let that little kitten corrupt you, prince. We have a mission to finish."

Izuku watches a broad back with mixed emotions, he trails slowly behind.

"K...king Katuski. What do you mean you're mistress's master? She said she was single."

Katsuki sighs before opening the door for Deku, make sure that when he steps into the car he does not bump his emerald head. The blond leans into the car, close to Deku's face.

"Fuck..." He hisses as he studies Izuku, "You're like fucking truth serum. She technically is single but she's my bratty ass Kitten. She can be your mistress too."

Bakugou shuts the door glancing down at the bright glass in his hand, a smile returning to his lips before he settles in the car.

*"Guess who just came without your permission King. I should be rewarded though I found us another play mate."* 👅😜

You pant, not believing your luck. The last picture sending you over the edge in seconds with blurred vision of black stars.

God damn he was too good.

Teasing you with your own toy, you slam your head agaisnt the head of the couch. Hating that you have a need to be a brat and a need to dominate/ help build the confidence of another.

You bite your lip in anticipation for a reply.

Your phone chimes and you unlock it at super human speed.

"Guess you'll have to see whether you'll get rewarded or punished tonight. Be on time. I'll have our little Prince waiting, Kitten."

[biwabiwa]

Video game questionnaire

Tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch​

Rules: Fill in your answers below and tag some buddies!

Games

First game you ever played: Who knows! Spy Fox? Pajama Sam? Freddi Fish?

Favorite game: Neverwinter Nights (still playing it to this day. Unlimited fun), SWTOR, Divinity Original Sin 2, The Wolf Among Us, Fable 1, Diablo 2, The Wayhaven Chronicles

Game you’ve played through multiple times: Dragon Age (all of them! sooo many times lol), Wayhaven Chronicles, The Soul Stone War, Superstition, Fallen Hero Rebirth

Game you hated at first but now love: Mass Effect Andromeda is probably the closest thing that fits here

Game you used to love but now hate: Tales Of series’ new games have really lost my interest (still love Abyss & Vesperia tho!)

Your favorite game atmosphere/setting(s): Japanese Horror, detective games! Resident Evil 1-4 (& Veronica Code), Silent Hill 4, Corpse Party, and Danganronpa series

Game with the best group/companion(s): SWTOR Smuggler & Sith Warrior, Dragon Age 2, Fire Emblem: Three Houses?

A game with your favorite ending: am I ever happy w/ endings? :/ hmm the 1st Danganronpa! And Portal 2?

A game with the WORST ending: LA Noir & Greedfall... still sad/mad over both :’) Oh! And Tales of the Abyss is a bummer too

Best character customization?: The Sims 4 (that feels like cheating lol) uhhh Skyrim w/ a crap ton of mods. Dragon’s Dogma Dark Arisen is ridiculously detailed

Hero and Companions

Your favorite playable character: Adam Jensen (Deus Ex), Bigby Wolf (Wolf Among Us), Luke fon Fabre (Tales of the Abyss-- i just love him okay!?), Yuri Lowell (Tales of Vesperia), Atsuma (Enchanted Arms), Lee & Clem (Telltale Walking Dead)

The funniest playable character: SWTOR Smuggler (i have to click every. single. option as the smuggler. too good) & Dragon Age 2 Purple Hawke (want a sandwich?)

Your favorite companion(s): I WISH I COULD LIST EVERYONE but i need to condense this: Vette (my #1 lady), Quinn, Theron, Lana, Marr (SWTOR), Zevran (DA:O), Arianne & Finn (DA:Witch Hunt--i love them), Sigrun (DA:Awakening), EVERYONE (DA2), Cassandra my queen, Cole my son (DA:I), Garrus & Legion (Mass Effect 1-3), Jaal & Peebee (ME:Andromeda), Dawn Star (Jade Empire), Deekin, Neeshka (NWN) ... Non-bioware: Red Prince (Divinity:OS2), Edér, Aloth, Hiravius (POE), HK-47, Atton Rand (KOTOR), Síora, Kurt, Constantine he counts! (Greedfall), Estelle (Vesperia), Jade (Abyss), Alvin (Xillia), Lucina (FE:Awakening), Camilla (FE:Fates), Hilda & Caspar (FE:3Houses), Shinjiro (Persona 3)

Companions you could live without: Tanno & Skadge i think we all agree there, Doc, Rusk (SWTOR), Leliana (DA:O), Iron Bull, Blackwall, Sera, Cullen (DA:I), Ashley, Liara (Mass Effect), Bastila (KOTOR), Flynn (Vesperia), Jude ugh (Xillia), Hanamura Yosuke (Persona 4) i cannot stand him.

Relationships

Favorite game friendship(s): Varric & Hawke hands down the best, Lee & Clem (Walking Dead) they’re father/daughter but whatev, Constantine & DeSardet (Greedfall). Every friendship in Wayhaven :)

Favorite game relationship(s): Vette/Sith Warrior (SWTOR), Atton/The Exile (KOTOR2), Bigby/Snow White <3 (Wolf Among Us), Ava/Detective, Felix/Detective (Wayhaven), Morkai/MC (Soul Stone War), Shepard/Garrus, Warden/Zevran, Inquisitor/Cassandra, Lavellan/Solas

A relationship you weren’t sure of but loved: Risha/Smuggler (SWTOR) actually really cute if you’re not a creep! Mason/Detective (Wayhaven) shockingly romantic despite his uh... entire attitude & perviness.

A character you wish you COULD romance: Neeshka!!! (NWN2) I’ll never not love her. One true tiefling bestie & babe. Deacon & Nick Valentine (Fallout 4). LEGION! (Mass Effect)

A minor character you wish could be a companion: Charade Hawke’s cute cousin (DA2), Krem & Harding (DA:I), Gaden Ko (Jedi Consular SWTOR), MASTER ORGUS DIN WHY WASN’T HE?! please replace Doc or Rusk! (Jedi Knight SWTOR), more Constantine (Greedfall)

Fun

Shoutout to a random NPC: MUTTON! FRESH MUTTON! (my sisters all picked this too. same brain.)

A game you love watching playthroughs for and want to play: Baldur’s Gate 3 dammit!!!! :D

Love watching playthroughs but won’t ever play: Newest Tomb Raiders, Uncharted, Last of Us (watched my sister play all of these), The Witcher

Why do you play video games?: For the pixel spouses ;)

tagging.... people who’ve prob already done this (and also i think tagged me before, shruuug) @wanderingnork @vagabond1925 @chokit-pyrus

[btswishes]

I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I finally got through part2, thank God.Hope you like it there are more parts to come.Sorry for any mistakes made.

Word count:   2,123

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing.

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  Mornings were the toughest for most of us. The sun peeked through the windows and lightly woke you up from the long night sleep.

“Mmmm.”you rolled over and rubbed your eyes, before expressing your annoyance.Rolling out of bed, you messed your hair up a bit and casually walked to the kitchen. Half a sleep yet still being able to start the day. You made some breakfast and sat down to eat. Before the first bite touched your mouth you facepalmed yourself.

“Nunu, ugh I forgot about Nunu.”with all the power than was waking up with you, you stood back up and pulled out your phone. You were leaning against the kitchen counter and googling food that is ok for dogs “Ok...lets see.” scrolling through the many posts, you got some helpful info “No sweet stuff, ait, veggies good for him, noted.”

  Placing the phone onto the hard surface, one of your hands was on your hip while you were biting the finger nail on your thumb. “Do you I have anything at all from those lists?” it took some time but in the end you shrugged it off “Eh, who cares I ma wing it. DIY never hurt no body.”

  Whipping up some veggies mixed with imagination and boom, looked pretty nice. “Hey now!”you stepped back to look at the plate “Looks good enough even for me. Any college kid would feel like they are eating in a 4 star restaurant if I gave them that.” it’s always nice to hype yourself up.

  Grabbing the plate you walked into your room to find the big cuddle bear look alike ,still sleeping on the side of your bed. You were about to wake him up with a pat on the head, but a smug grin formed on your lips. You bend over and moved the food in front of his nose a few times. At first there was no reaction, but slowly his nose started moving up and down before his eyes shot open.In the nick of time you pulled the plate back up and lifted your finger.

“We are eating in the designated eating space of this house. No one wants their room to smell like breakfast even if that sounds good......” you drifted off into thought “Anyways, kitchen, now.”

  The dog just walked past you. For a second you were shocked and followed. Placing the plate on the floor, you sat back down.”It feels like you understand me, somehow.” you were about to dig in when your eyes met the pup, he was sitting on the chair in front of you “No, bad Nunu. Down.” he looked at you and his ears stood in a confused position.

  You tried to pull him down, but he kept coming back up. Since the sheer size of this dog it was way too much of a workout to keep trying to lift him up, so you just put the plate on the table and pointed at the food. “Well then since you will be joining me for breakfast, please dig in.” immediately after saying that he started eating, for a dog he ate so clean and proper. “Wow now, you are making me feel like the animal here.”

  The storm had passed by since yesterday and the sun finally shined onto the freshly fallen snow. You leaned onto your hand and looked out the window thinking about what to do today. After washing the dishes, you grabbed a pen and paper and sat down on the living-room floor.

“What to do, what to do?” you looked around the house to see if there was something in particular pulling your eye.”I got food yesterday....but” the fluffy ball of fur sat down next to you, staring at the sheet between your fingers “I also got a dog.” patting Nunu’s head you made a firm decision “Alright! Today is Nunu day!”you squished his cheeks between your palms, but using his paw he pushed them down “You aren’t cute at all sometimes.” sighing you leaned onto the couch behind you “I have to get some dog stuff, better google necessities and jump out while it’s still sunny.”

  You didn’t take long to get ready at all unlike yesterday. You locked the door behind you and jumped onto the elevator. You could feel the cold slowly creeping up as you were going down. The outside world was very bright and you covered your eyes with one hand and Nunu’s with the other.

“Don’t look up too much Nunu, it’s not good for your eyes.I think...”  people were looking at you quite openly, but who wouldn’t keeping in mind the dog walking with you was huge. Kids were pointing, some would come up and ask if they could pet him and you would say that he is very lovable. It was more attention than you were used to, but strangely it didn’t feel like you were drifting through life anymore. It felt like this dog came out of nowhere and pushed you into the real world, it was a warm feeling you were yet to fully understand. 

 Deep in thought you would pet him from time to time, it was in a way comforting for you.Soon you found yourself at the destination. 

“Luisa’s pet shop.” you read out loud “Well let’s go in and meet this Luisa then.”you opened the door and Nunu followed you in. The ring at the top of the entrance signalized the owner of your arrival.

 The moment you made your first step you were hit with that oh so familiar pet shop aura, the sound of many different birds and animals just calling out to you. Most were just beautiful creatures. 

 The boy behind the counter introduced himself as Ace and after finding out about your needs he didn’t waste even a second and jumped right into the explanation. There were so many options that you weren’t used to ,so since Nunu reacted understandingly today, you decided that maybe if you let him chose what he wants it would be better. and faster Ace was quite interested at the scene in front of him. You were talking to the gigantic dog like a human and it was responding accordingly.

 As you were paying, Ace commented on something “I have never seen a dog act like he does. Almost feels like he understand you 100%, fascinating to be honest. Extremely smart one for sure.”

  You grabbed the bags and opened the door “Really? I thought ever dog was like that. Could it be because of his breed?”

“Ask the vet, i don’t know what kind of dog he even is.”

“Ok, well thanks a lot. See you later probs.”you said your goodbyes and walked out of the store. The cold wind surprised you. Being in the closed space for so long made you forget about the season it was outside. You took a double take at the business card Ace passed you and tried to orientate yourself to the vet.It didn’t take too long thanks to some lovely people you asked for directions.

“Oh wait, it’s here.” it was filled with pets and owners waiting for a check up. You walked up to one of the people working and explained what you had to. In just a matter of seconds they took Nunu and asked you to wait for a bit. You were sitting there for not too long when someone called your name.

“Yes, here!” walking into the cabinet you saw Nunu laying in a defensive position and his fur standing up. “OMG I am so so so sorry for this. Bad dog! Stay down! Nunu!” his teeth were out but you didn’t think much when you grabbed his mouth and turned his head towards yourself “The doctor is trying to help you now sit down a be good!” the pup’s eyes were wide open, but he calmed down on the table. It was as if he didn’t expect your bravery, putting your hand directly next to his razor sharp teeth. 

 You bowed a few times and continued saying sorry. The vet started laughing and assured you that it was normal and ok. She asked you to take a seat and have a talk with her. After the introductions, you shook hands and she pulled out some papers.The nurse left some doggy snacks in front of your pup for being good.

“So, we registered him in the system and you are officially his owner, so congratulations. I heard from one of the nurses that you don’t have any information about him other than gender ,since you picked him up a few hours ago.” you nodded “Ok then, I would shed some light onto these issues if you would like.” you were focused onto her “So, his breed is a caucasian shepherd, usually their highest is nothing compared to the one you have here.We did some over all health tests and he is as healthy as can be, pure breed as well even for his massive bear like size. He is 3 years old so around 27-28th human years.”

“Wow, so he is older than me? That is....a shock.” your eyes got wide for a second there

“Over all healthy pup you got there, he got all his shots didn’t even flinch.” the vet closed up the folder and smiled at him

“Wait, but then why did he become all defensive awhile ago?”

“Well, I think your dog has a very high masculinity level. He didn’t like it much when I lifted his tail.” 

“Come to think of it he reacted like that when I was giving him a bath. I think he just might be shy or something like that.” you were about to stand up when the vet spoke 

“Oh and, I know this is a touchy subject for some, but by law very big dogs like in your case have to always wear a leash. No matter how well behaved they are.” you pulled the one you just bought and placed it onto him 

“Sorry Nunu, you heard what the vet said.” you gave him a treat after so it wasn’t super uncomfortable “I will come again next month right?” the vet nodded “Great, have a nice day and sorry again for his reaction. Nunu had walked out of the office before you ,when in motion the doctor stopped you “Oh I almost forgot. Some full moons can cause changes in a dog’s behavior, for the first few full moons ,I advice you to keep an eye on him so you know how he reacts.Basically get familiar with the actions and responses. He is quite the big dog and the masculinity issue can make him more aggressive.So in the future it will be a lot more easy for you if you just find out his behavior patterns early on.” you noted everything the vet had told you and soon said your goodbyes.

  As you were walking casually with him, the leash was around your wrist as one of your hands was holding the bags and the other was keeping warm in your pocket. Nunu seemed pretty tame to you, but of course the vet had way more experience, so you were thinking about tonight. Not long after ,you unlocked your apartment door and threw the bags on the couch.With a long sigh of relief you plopped next to them and relaxed your head back.

“Pew, that was one hell of a journey we had today.” as much as you didn’t want to get up, you had to change “Come here for a bit boy.” Nunu followed you and you took off his collar since you were worried it was too tight. You placed it next to your jewelry nice and neat.

“Look, now both of us can use this vanity.” still sitting on the chair you began taking off your shirt, but once you fully removed it, you noticed that Nunu had left the room without you noticing. Shrugging it off ,you put some comfy and warm clothes on and went back to the living room, turning on the TV. Time was flying by when you noticed the sudden movement around your legs. 

 The pup couldn’t seem to get into a comfortable position, which made you laugh out a bit under your nose. Not even a second later you remembered the conversation with the vet and saw the sun already setting. After a quick google search you opened your notepad app. With a fast finger motion you typed in Becomes uneasy the moment the sun starts to disappear. “Interesting.” Since his movements stopped you tried to concentrate on the show again, but he had become way more interesting.What else could he be doing tonight ?

[ifuwannabemydingus]

A Quick Questionnaire...

*DJ Khaled voice* another one... 

top four ships atm:

(these are probs just my all time OTPS (and pretty similar to you Kaycee haha no news here))

Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, duh

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (always in my heart)

Evan Bech Naesheim/Isak Valtersen - from an awesome Norwegian tv show called Skam if you weren’t aware, they are cute and Norwegian is one of my favourite languages to listen to

honestly I could fill this space with many more ships that I love but at the moment I am reading an awesome comic called Heartstopper and Nick and Charlie are honestly the cutest (read it here @heartstoppercomic)

last song:

Siennah - The Jepettos (really beautiful :’))

last movie:

Birds of Prey - I want Margot Robbie as Harley Quinn to sit on my face tbh  

last reading:

the first chapter of @a-magey‘s cute singer/bartender AU! and before that a paper on the UK fishing industry for my uni dissertation lol

current craving:

tbh would love a cuddle from my crush right about now 

thanks for the tag @bambixxblue loves ya xx

tagging: @little-bit-bi @a-magey @baconspice @awrble @hartigays​ @harringrovetrashh​ @razbey​ @grabmyboner​ @granpappy-winchester​ @kingsandsaints​   plus anyone else!!! xxx 

[askdarus-thefuture]

“If this is the next world...I hope it's good to you guys.” -Paul Rovia

“Hey!” Dwight said, snapping his fingers in front of his face, “I need your team to do something...and keep it on the down-low.”

Nick Kelly looked up at Dwight, who was the leader of the Saviors...and also his step-father. He smiled at the man who had raised him, despite Nick not having his eyes.

“What’s up?” Nick asked, always excited to get outside of the walls, “Need me to pick up condoms again?”

“Laura sent me a message from the factory...Gordon ran off. I need you to track him down and bring him back so he and I can have a talk...before he does anything rash, y’know?” Dwight winced slightly.

Nick grinned, “Road trip? I’ll get Ash and Eliza...I’m sure they’ll be good to go with me,” he said, hopping up from his place in the outpost’s living room. He rubbed his hands together, “I’m taking the truck though.”

Dwight rolled his eyes, “Fine,” he said, digging through his pockets and tossing him a set of keys, including his key to the armory, “Take what you need...but get my kid back.”

Nick rolled his eyes slightly, making sure Dwight didn’t catch him doing it as he looked through the keys, “Will do,” he grinned, twirling them on his finger as he walked down the hallway. He opened another door and walked down a hallway, walking passed the dorm-like doors, going across the doors with his finger until he saw the number he was looking for.

He knocked on the door, “Knock, knock,” he called.

A brunette woman answered the door and she grinned immediately when she saw Nick, “Hey,” he said, leaning down slightly and kissing him on the lips.

“Hello, ‘Liza,” Nick grinned and leaned around her to look at her roommate, “How’s my favorite amnesiac?” he asked, looking at the person lying in the other bed.

Ash had shown up at the outpost one day, a head injury on the hairline of their red haired head. They introduced themself as a person named Ash, who used they pronouns, and were just looking for a place to stay. Nick was the one who met them at the gate and he immediately knew he needed to help them.

“Funny,” they snorted, getting up from the bed, “What’s up, Nicky?”

“My dear step-brother decided to pull a runaway and daddy dearest wants us to find him,” Nick said, “Up for a little road trip?”

“Always,” Eliza said, grabbing her go-bag from the corner with a smile on her face, “Anything to get out of this place. It smells like weed.”

“Might be the weed growing down the hallway,” Ash snorted, grabbing their back from under their bed.

“And the fact that you smoke in our room,” Eliza grumbled.

“You fuck in our room, I don’t wanna hear it,” Ash snorted, slinging their bag over their shoulder, “Let’s go, assholes.”

“RJ!” Michonne called, “RJ!”

“Andrea? Andrea!” Rick called as well.

“JUDITH!” they both yelled together.

“I can’t find them anywhere,” DJ said, running up to them, “All three of them are no where in Alexandria...they have to be outside the walls.”

“They know better,” Rick sighed.

“But that never stops them,” Michonne said, grabbing her sword off of the wall, “I’ll go look for them...you keep looking for them here.”

“Be careful,” Rick said, giving her a brief kiss on the lips, “DJ, you go with her. We don’t want anyone outside the walls by themselves.”

DJ nodded, “No prob, boss. Let’s go find our little rebels.”

“Coltsfoot.”

“What’s it used for?”

“Lung problems...it will be good for Julia’s asthma.”

Judith kneeled down, looking at the small yellow flower, “Do we need the roots?”

“Yeah, I want to plant some in Alexandria so we can grow it back again,” RJ said, reading from a book that he’d gotten from his library. He flipped through the pages, “I think that I also saw some boneset back there, I’m going to go check,” he said, putting the book down a fallen log, marking the page as he closed it, revealing the title.

MEDICINAL PLANTS & THEIR USES: VIRGINIA

BY PAUL DIXON-ROVIA

RJ walked over to the spot he’d seen the plant, carrying his own basket, and he kneeled down, taking out his small shovel that he used for trips like these and dug down his root, doing the best to make sure he got all the roots.

RJ looked up when he heard the familiar sound of growling and sighed when he saw a walker stumbling towards him.

RJ sighed, feeling around his pants and grabbed his knife from his belt, shoving it right into it’s skull.

“You okay?” Judith called from where she was with Andrea.

“Yeah,” RJ called back, “Just one, I took care of it,” he said as he picked his basket up, walking back to his older and younger sister, “Found the boneset,” he said, waving his basket.

“Awesome,” Andrea said, standing up, “I want this stocked up by the winter. I went over all of these with Uncle Paul and Doc Carson, we’re going to start sending these all over the communities once we can get them growing more.”

“Perfect,” Judith grinned and then it fell slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Andrea asked, tilting her head.

“I heard mom and dad talking about something the other day…” Judith trailed off, messing with her hands, “A-And I know we have different biological moms...but it was something dad said…” she trailed off.

“What is it?” RJ asked, putting his hand on her arm, “You’re upset...what happened?”

Judith took a shaky breath, “They were talking about dad’s friend, Shane...and how he would have loved to meet me.”

“So? He would have loved to meet all of us,” Andrea shrugged.

“He said I have Shane’s eyes,” Judith croaked out, messing with her hands nervously, “Why would he say that?”

“Jude, he probably didn’t mean…” RJ trailed off, looking over at Andrea.

“What would he have meant then?” Judith whispered, “I-It makes sense. Dad and Lori weren’t together when she died...when she had me,” she rambled, “What if he’s not my dad?”

“I mean...look at Richie and Meri,” Andrea offered, not looking up from her notes, “Uncle Daryl and Uncle Paul aren’t their bio dads, but they’re their real dads.”

“Why didn’t they tell me?” Judith whispered, tearing up.

“What does it matter?” Andrea asked, “Dad is your dad, mom is your mom. Don’t make this into...a big deal, Judith. We have bigger things to worry about.”

“It is a big deal!” Judith yelled suddenly, snapping at both of them, “It’s only not a big deal to you because they’re your real parents!”

“Don’t make too much noise-” RJ started.

He was cut off by the sound of walkers.

“Shit,” Andrea hissed, taking out the gun from her belt.

The growling was suddenly cut off by the familiar sound of a sword cutting through walkers.

“Now,” Michonne said, stepping out of the brush, “What the hell are you three doing?”

Hershel Rhee drove down the road, the windows down, despite the crisp, fall air. In almost all of their runs, unless it was in the winter, their windows were down.

They were the newest addition to Kal’s teams and one of the most popular. They had been the first team of four, usually Kal made it five, after an incident back in the day when he sent out three alone and one of them died and two of them ended up traumatized.

Usually there were teams of five, but Kal trusted them enough that they were able to be a team of four.

Hershel had grown up with his team; they’d grown together, learned together in school, and trained together. They were neighbors, friends, and trusted allies.

Hershel looked in the mirror, looking at his companions.

First there was Meredith, sitting in the backseat and staring out the window; she was the youngest of all of them, at twenty years-old. She was an expert in archery, especially when it came to her crossbow that had been passed down from her father, Daryl Dixon-Rovia. She was quiet, but always talked to Hershel when he was around. Honestly, she’d actually gladly talk to anyone if they approached her, but most people were too scared to do so because she definitely got her temper from her father, Daryl. Deep down, she was great friend and a really loyal person...just don’t get on her bed side. Getting on her bad side would only happen if you messed with her friends or family.

Next was Gracie, who was sitting beside him in the passenger side, her hand out the window as she felt the cold air on her fingers. She was Aaron Raleigh’s daughter, who was the head of construction in their community.  She was probably the nicest one out of all of them...probably considering one of the nicest people in Hilltop raised her. She was older than Meredith by under a year, but still older. She was a lot more social than Meredith though, probably friends with everyone in Hilltop.

Last was Richie, who was in the back with Meredith; Richie was Meredith’s older brother and he was around Hershel’s age, though he was a few months older at twenty one and Hershel didn’t turn twenty one until the end of the month. Richie was...hard to describe for Hershel. He was his best friend, they were the perfect team, they moved in sync of each other when they fought walkers. Richie moved like his other father, Paul, but slightly more clumsy. When he fought, he was amazing...graceful, even. But when he walked and ran? Two left feet.

And Richie was gorgeous, though Hershel would never tell a soul.

“Do you think Henry has changed?” Richie asked suddenly.

Hershel broke his gaze staring at Richie when Richie looked up and focused on the road, “I’m sure he’s still the same prince from before,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Dad told me they use they pronouns,” Richie mentioned, “Non-Binary male, is what they told my dad. They accept he, but want to start using they.”

“Gotcha,” Hershel said, “I’m sure they’re the same person as before, I wouldn’t worry about it. How long’s it been since they left for the Kingdom?”

“Ten years,” Meredith deadpanned, “We’ve seen them at Christmas once a year, that’s it. There’s no way they haven’t changed,” she snorted.

“Well, I’m sure everything will be fine,” Richie said, “Henry is a really down to earth person, they never let their father being king go to their head,” he pointed out.

Hershel rolled his eyes. Richie had always had some sort of...admiration for Henry when they were younger. He was always following them around and trying to train with them, despite Paul putting Henry in a class above them because of their previous training.

When Richie heard that Henry was coming back, he was ecstatic, and so were Meredith and Gracie.

Hershel wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He didn’t want things to change between the four of them...and a newcomer (despite already knowing Henry) moving in was always cause for a shakeup-

“Look out!” Richie said quickly, pointing.

Hershel slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing someone going down the dirt road on a motorbike. He put the car in park and got out, making sure his gun was loaded.

“Hershel,” Richie groaned, getting out, “Don’t be so confrontational,” he said, getting out as well, the two girls with them following.

The guy with the motorbike shut it off, “Sorry about that!” he called, taking off his helmet.

“Yeah, maybe stay on your side of the road-” Hershel started.

“Gordon?” Richie breathed out.

“Richie?” Gordon asked, his eyes wide, “I...hey…” he trailed off.

Gordon Martin, Hershel thought, was a pain in their side for most of their teen years.

Gordon was the son of Dwight, and a Savior woman named Laura. While his brother, Nick, grew up in the family outpost, Gordon stayed with his biological mother at the factory, which Maggie always said was no place for a child to grow up.

When their meetings first started, when the New Saviors were being developed, Gordon came to every meeting, taking interest in Richie, especially. So much interest, in fact, that when Richie had just turned sixteen, the two shared their first and only kiss.

After that, Gordon never came back again. He never wrote, never sent a message...he stole Richie’s first kiss and never came back.

And it broke Richie’s heart.

And made Hershel want blood.

“Hi,” Richie said in shock, “What are you doing passed mark two? You’re almost...always over there,” he breathed out.

“I’m moving out,” Gordon said, gesturing to his stuff packed up on the back of his bike, “I, uh...was hoping I could hide out at Hilltop for a while, until…” he trailed off with a shrug.

Hershel looked over to Meredith, who was looking at Gordon with a cold, dead stare.

She had been friends with Gordon, until everything happened.

Until he broke her brother’s heart.

“Well, we’d love to have you!” Gracie said quickly, taking over as the nice one. Usually it was the three of them, who picked up new people, introduced themselves, and Meredith hung back for muscle.

But not this time.

“Our recent expansion has finished, so we have a lot of housing up,” Gracie explained, walking up to him, “We were actually going to head back soon, you can...follow us, if you want,” she said, pulling him into a hug, “It’s good to see you, Gordo,” she laughed.

“Gordon,” he corrected as he pulled back, “But good to see you too, Gracie.”

Hershel got back in the car without a word, Meredith and Richie doing the same. He looked back to Richie, “You okay?” he asked.

Richie stayed silent, just staring out the window at the woods.

Gracie got back in a few minutes later, “He’s going to follow us back on his bike.”

“Why did you say yes?” Hershel asked her.

“Because everyone deserves a second chance….even one who was a total bastard,” Gracie mumbled, “And it’s best to keep your friends close and your enemies closer...we need to keep an eye on him. Would you rather him be in Alexandria?”

“No,” Hershel said quietly, “And you’re right,” he said, putting his car in drive, “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Henry rode their horse up to the Hilltop Colony, smiling at the sight of the familiar gates. They’d slacked off with their visits, once things at the Kingdom got busy, now that it was no longer falling apart...but it was time for something new.

It was time for them to go out and make something of themselves.

And that started by going to a new community and getting training for what they really wanted...they wanted to be a doctor.

And the Hilltop Colony was the place to be for that.

“Hello!” Henry called up to the person on top of the gate, “It’s me, Henry, from the Kingdom!”

“Henry?!” Lydia asked in shock, waving at them, “Hi!”

“Oh no,” Henry mumbled to themself, but waved back.

They had a history with Lydia...a mild dating history. Nothing serious but things were...awkward. At the time, they’d thought it would be forever, but it was just stupid, teenage love. They grew apart eventually.

The gates opened and Paul Dixon-Rovia was waiting there with Maggie Rhee, smiles on both their faces.

“Hi, Henry!” Paul waved at them.

Henry smiled, getting off their horse and started to take their stuff off, but people immediately came over to help.

“Hey, I can handle it,” Henry laughed.

“Anything for the prince,” Alden drawled sarcastically, taking the bags.

Henry narrowed their eyes, but didn’t say anything. They turned to Paul and Maggie with a smile, “Hey, guys.”

“We’re happy to have you, Henry,” Maggie laughed, pulling them into a hug.

“I’ve honestly never seen Harlan happier than when your letter arrived,” Paul laughed, “He’s eager to teach any new students.”

Henry smiled, “Well, I’m eager to learn...tomorrow,” they said, “It’s been a long journey, I really just want to go to bed.”

“Oh, that’s what we figured,” Paul said, “Since you’re a medical student, we put you in the upstairs of the hospital building. There’s dormitories up there now. You’ll be our first student to stay there!” he said excitedly.

“Thank you,” Henry smiled, “Uh...where’s Richie? I wanted to say hi to him.”

“He’s out on a run, but he should be back soon,” Paul told them, “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

A few hours later, Henry was settled and getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. Their room was pretty nice, they had to admit. Everything was new and clean...not like the older things at the Kingdom.

Not that they didn’t love the Kingdom, it would always be their home.

But this was going to be a fresh new start.

Henry walked over, shirt still in their hands, opening the door.

Richie stood there.

He looked...different; older...stronger.

“My dad said you were looking for me,” Richie said, smiling, “Good to see you.”

“Hey, c’mon in, dude!” Henry laughed, moving aside so he could come in, “Sorry it’s a mess, I haven’t finished unpacking yet.”

“You should see our place. We finally moved into a house and it’s still cluttered,” Richie laughed, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Henry finished putting their t-shirt on, “You caught me before I passed out. It’s exhausting riding a horse for that long, I swear.”

Richie smiled, “Yeah, we figured you’d be tired,” he said, handing him a container, “Dad sent some dinner over for you though. I make some killer baked potatoes.”

“Thanks,” Henry sighed in relief, “With all the moving, I completely forget to eat,” they cleared their throat, “How have you been? You look...good.”

“Great,” Richie smiled, “Kal put us on a run team; me, Gracie, Hershel, and Mer. We go out a bunch and work great together. I know you’re here for medical school, but you should come out with us sometime. Usually there’s teams of five anyways, we wouldn’t mind having you a long.”

“I’d like that,” Henry nodded with a smile, “I really missed you, Rich.”

“Missed you too,” Richie told them, looking over at them as well. He cleared his throat, “I, uh...I’ll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Henry said, smiling, “It’s good to see you, Richie.”

“Good to see you too,” Richie smiled, walking out.

He jogged down the steps and walked out the front door of the hospital, pausing slightly when he saw Gordon sitting on the porch of the guest trailer, in front of a small fire.

He stared for a long moment before hurrying home.

“Can’t believe he’s back here,” Daryl snapped, “Why’d he choose to come here, huh?”

“Our shining educational programs and wheat,” Richie deadpanned, playing with the spaghetti on his plate.

“Well, I think it’s good he’s back here,” Gracie said simply, “He deserves a second chance. Maybe he wants to make amends.”

“You just said that because you planned Richie’s wedding to him when we were little,” Meredith mumbled around a mouthful of food.

Aaron looked back and forth between Daryl and Meredith; they were so similar. Meredith reminded him of Daryl, back when he first invited him in to eat dinner with him and Eric.

Aaron looked over at Paul and gave him a smile, nodding between Meredith and Daryl.

Paul snorted out a laugh, taking a drink of water.

“What?” Daryl demanded around a mouthful, swallowing his food in a big gulp that, frankly, looked painful.

Paul rolled his eyes with a fond smile, taking his napkin and wiping his husband’s face.

Daryl batted his hands away, “Ain’t no baby.”

“You definitely aren’t, but you eat like one,” Violette deadpanned.

“I have students who eat neater than you two,” Lily added.

Daryl snorted, rolling his eyes and going back to his food, stabbing the spaghetti with his fork a few times, “You stay away from that boy, you hear me?” he asked, pointing his fork at Richie, “Knew he was trouble from the first time he came around and he’s only proved it ever since.”

Richie rolled his eyes, ducking his head so his father didn’t see it, “Yes, dad,” he said simply, going back to eating.

CAST

Luke Benward as Richie Dixon-Rovia Zendaya Coleman as Meredith Dixon-Rovia Dove Cameron as Gracie Raleigh Ki Hong Lee as Hershel Rhee Tyler Posey as Gordon Martin Luke Mitchell as Henry Carter Ian Michael Nelson as Nick Kelly Liv Hewson as Ash Ileana D'Cruz as Eliza Apte Jacob Artist as RJ Grimes Alexia Fast as Judith Grimes Kiersey Clemons as Andrea Grimes

Tom Payne as Paul Dixon-Rovia Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon-Rovia Lauren Cohan as Maggie Rhee Ross Marquand as Aaron Raleigh

Danai Gurira as Michonne Grimes Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes Matt Mangum as DJ

[cometkins]

OC Asks: Silver Edition

I need to figure this character out pls hold while I fill out 50 oc questions

What is your OC’s favorite color?

It is definitely NOT silver what would make you think that

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

Silver jewelry primarily. It’s the only really indulgent thing he has.

What kind of things is your OC allergic to?

With his luck it would be a spice of some kind like cumin.

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

As little/exposing as possible. He doesn’t wear a shirt and his coat has no sleeves anymore. His pants are pretty baggy and they have laces on the sides that he also leaves fairly loose to show of the leggies. He does wear pretty sturdy boots though.

What is your OC’s first memory?

Sitting by the ocean near his house and collecting sea glass.

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

Favorite is probably sea turtle bc they’re gentle friends. Least favorite is SEAGULLS. HMM. STOP IT NOW.

What element would your OC be?

Water for sure, maybe fire.

What is your OC’s theme song? 

Fucked with an Anchor by Alestorm

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?

I draw his face myself so no face claim. I’ve liked the lead singer for Black Veil Brides as his voice (though not his accent) since it’s so husky

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

Pride or Wrath

What are your OC’s hobbies?

In his free time Silver prob goes to flea markets and shops to collect silver trinkets. He prob goes in combat arenas to train himself and earn coin as well.

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

He’s less patient than he used to be, but he’s not super impulsive. He’s much more calculating, and he thinks through the consequences of his actions. He has little patience when it comes to nobility and royalty though.

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

Male, very gay, wood elf.

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

He likes fruit, he likes curries and other spiced/spicy dishes. I think he actually can’t stand fish because he has to eat so much of it out at sea and it’s tiring.

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

Probably a big dog since he likes having a travelling companion.

What does your OC smell like? 

Probably rum, the ocean, salt, and gunpowder.

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

Silver probably most does mercenary work or goes into fighting rings now that he’s a solo pirate. He might nick coin here or there from wealthy people with too much. He’d probably be happy captaining his own ship again eventually.

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

His greatest fear is being found by Captain Ansaf and facing his wrath for his past theft. Silver is extremely skilled in combat and is VERY good in combat due to a background of military training and the ruthless nature of pirates. His greatest weakness is also that ruthlessness; he tends to get caught up in violence and finds it difficult to stop once he gets going, almost like a trance.

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

I think any kind of shanty he’s fond of since he and the crews he was on would sing them a lot. Anything upbeat really.

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

Assuming he’d be in roughly the same time period pirates were around I think he’d adjust just fine to a world without magic and krakens trying to kill him lmao

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?

Silver is still very hurt by the sentence he received for a crime he did not commit. It lead him to his life of crime, and then to his life of solitude. He clings to his past in the form of objects he still carries. Nobility makes him angry, and he’s keen to flee from a beau if they express wanting commitment. His biggest pet peeve is authority treating their subjects like trash.

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

Silver was actually very studious in school. He wasn’t the smartest, but he managed and studied as hard as he could.

What is a random fact about your OC? 

Silver is not his real name.

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Silver is very much a “do shit and have fun before you die” kind of person in his current character. He doesn’t particularly take care of himself well and he’s definitely more about living fast and hard and passionately and without remorse, but he very much is full of remorse and regret.

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?

I wanted a pirate character an started with a swashbuckler rogue since that was the recommendation from the dnd community. I tacked on the gunslinger subclass from matt mercer since pirates also had guns and it was fitting. Silver’s personality hasn’t changed much but his design has been refined and made more ostentatious than it was.

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

The most and least impactful person are the same, because they are the reason they turned to piracy. He tries to claim they don’t matter, and he tries to live as if they don’t matter, but deep down he still clings to their memory and what they could have had.

What kind of childhood did your character have?

A fairly decent one. His parents weren’t dirt poor but they weren’t by any means rich. He lived by the sea and played in the ocean constantly and always bugged the local sailors and he was kicked into the navy as soon as he was old enough.

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

Silver might be a bit of an alcoholic and might impulsively sleep with people a lot. He probably clinks his rings together as a nervous habit.

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?

“Wish I were buried at sea”

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

Maybe? I think he’s pretty burned by romantic love in general so it would take the right person to convince him.

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?

Most traumatic memory is being falsely convicted of murder and being exiled by somebody who he cared about. Favorite memory is probably swimming for the first time.

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

To have the people who conspired against him in his false murder case be hanged for their crimes.

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? 

Silver isn’t above killing someone and by nature of having been a military officer he had to do so regularly. He wouldn’t do it in cold blood necessarily, more because he felt he was defending his country. There was a point where he killed for fun and to feel any semblance of power, but he’s since dropped that mindset and tries to do it only out of necessity now.

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

Silver keeps to himself most of the time due to paranoia. He does like drinking socially and he’ll usually be the kind of person to get a party going.

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?

Definitely constantly living in memories and paranoid fantasies. He’s constantly thinking about revenge and about escaping the pirates he betrayed.

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

Silver wants closure. He wants to prove his innocence and bring the real criminals who framed him to justice. He wants an apology, he wants his life back. He wants a life.

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?

Silver is a very precise and skilled killer, and that’s not something many people are as good at as he is.

What would your character do with a million dollars? 

Buy a ship and pay for a crew and go out sailing for ancient treasures.

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?

If he were in a modern era he’d probably have a bunch of beer and leftover pasta. Bedroom floor would be lots of pants, but probably not his own. His nightstand is full of condoms. Garbage can is full of NONSENSE.

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

Probably a club of some kind. He’s wearing a nice jacket with his tiddies out, and he won’t be with anybody immediately but he will find somebody veeery quickly.

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

Silver shuts down. He hyperfocuses on what’s making him angry and does whatever he can to get rid of it. He does it because he hasn’t learned any healthy coping mechanisms.

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

He has dozens from various fights and attempts on his life.

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

He doesn’t go out of his way to be offensive so idk yet

How does your character react/ accept criticism?

He’d be very blase about it depending on how it’s said to him. He’s not unwillingly to listen but if he’s talked down to or scolded he’d ignore it.

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

He would hate every moment of it but he’s not above doing things out of necessity.

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

He’d definitely stab himself a few times.

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

Nah. Maybe some amount of cartography though.

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

His parents aren’t terrible people but they shoved him into the military as soon as they could because they got tired of him an his obsession with water. He has no idea what they think of his sentence and exile. I think he’s definitely sensitive to people tiring of him quickly and he has a tendency to not commit to things much.

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

He’d probably like sweets occasionally, but not big enough to get sugar rushes.

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

He’d be very upset at this point in his life. He has so much he hasn’t been able to do. He’s had no closure of any kind. He’d struggle against it and then probably fall into the inevitability of it and drink too much.

[kpopblog91]

Overboard

Summary: In which Jongin goes a lilllll too hard during sex and hurts you, slight aftercare and stuff

Type: im..... not sure. fluff? lmao

Length: 1.4k 

gif unrelated i just love jongin and wanted to leave a small fic for y’all before i go on a writing binge and prob won't post a full story till tues/weds

“It hurts.” You pouted, you were rolled on your tummy, fingers playing against the sheets in the dim room.

Jongin sucked in a breath, his eyes a bit wet with worry as he examined your body up and down.

It was tinged a variety of different colors, pink, red, some purple intermixed with the older bruises. The skin seemed to vibrate with a soft hum next to the silence of the entire room.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, gnawing at his bottom lip.

He hadn’t meant to grip so tight, to use so much force, he didn’t mean to draw blood in some places, he didn’t mean for any of that to happen.

Sucking in a breath that hurt your ribs to do, you moved your neck the best you could, looking down at your hips and behind, examining the bruises and small nicks here and there.

Jongin watched you as he swallowed deeply, his body far away from yours, curled up and holding himself up, he didn’t know what he could do for you.

“Jongin, it’s okay.” Flicking your eyes up, you focused on his face, it was staring at your behind, your neck, your arms, everywhere Jongin had touched you only moments before.

“Jongin, I agreed to this.” You shook your hair out your face a little, wincing but trying to contain your reaction so you wouldn’t worry Jongin any more than he already was, but it didn’t work.

“I did this to you.” He sounded like he wanted to cry, his own eyes not leaving your body.

You mustered up a small smile, pulling up your arms up against your body’s own screams to simply leave them be, propping yourself up on your elbows, Jongin’s eyes maneuvered their way to yours, meeting them with a sad kind of glint.

“Jongin, I agreed to this. I consented, I knew what I was getting myself into.” You laughed airily, your carefree attitude causing Jongin to jump forward a little in surprise.

“But I hurt you, y/n.” He shook his head, light and dark brown pieces of hair falling into his eyes as he closed them, and you sighed again.

“Yeah, you did.” Breathing out again, Jongin peeked at you once the words left your mouth.

He was about to presumably apologize again, before you held up one of your fingers, signaling to be quiet.

“But, I knew what you liked. I wanted to give you what you enjoyed, and it’s not like I'm dying Jongin. It’s just some bruising and a little blood. I’ll be fine.” You pointed your sentence with a smack of your lips, hoping your point was conveyed to Jongin, but he only shook his head again even harder.

“No, I’m sorry y/n.” He was intense, his concern warming up your tummy as you watched him scoot closer to you, his hands hesitant as they came to cup at your face.

Jongin expected you to wince, to pull back, but you only closed your eyes and relaxed into his hands, a small smile creeping up onto your face.

“This is never happening again.” He looked at you with determined eyes, unwavering as the words left his mouth, and you shrugged your shoulders.

You didn’t answer him, only watching as his hands drifted over your body, ghosting near the places he had previously been squeezing, gripping, smacking, and biting.

You weren't a stranger to what Jongin had liked, you noticed he always gripped you like he couldn't get close enough to you, sucked at your neck like he wanted to swallow you whole, pumped into you with an intensity that would turn you into a mess.

You had wanted him to let go, stop containing whatever it was he wanted to do to you, to treat you like you were there for his pleasure only, it’s what you had wanted for him and for you.

Had Jongin went overboard? You couldn't decide, the bruises on your body that were forming from his grip as he had pumped into you, the bites along your neck, some red with blood, those all pointed to yes, he did go overboard.

But it had felt good, you didn't feel good at the moment, but Jongin letting his control slip away and use you for his own pleasure was pleasure for you. You wanted to tell him that, but Jongin was too focused on the results of his actions that it wouldn't have mattered, so you only pursed your lips and blinked up at his face as he examined you still.

He pulled himself up, sliding off the bed as you cocked your head, his soft footsteps making hardly any noise as you watched his body travel off, and you frowned, resting your head into the bed, unsure what was going on anymore.

Moments later, he returned, and your eyes watched with curiosity as he toted something towards you, his eyes cast downward the entire time. He folded himself onto the bed again, reclaiming his spot next to your body that was still rolled over, hair falling over your shoulders and playing around your ears as you continued to examine him.

“I-I… Lay down.” Jongin’s voice was small, and if it wasn't for the silence of the house, you wouldn't have heard him.

“What is it?” You asked, voice much louder than his and you watched him wince as he began to scoot closer to you, sounds other than voices now filling the air.

“Shhh. Just lay down please.”

You complied, not really wanting to keep your head up anymore anyways. The soft bed below enveloping your scalp as you sighed lightly, closing your eyes as Jongin shuffled a little more.

“Let me know if its too cold.”

You tensed as you felt a cold compress began to swipe at your body gently, traveling lightly over the bruises and small wounds. Jongin watched with tired eyes as your body fell and rose with every breath you took, worry still painted against his features.

The cold compress made its way all over your body, and you felt content. The silence and Jongin’s slow breathing lulling you away as he continued. This went for a while, small cold swipes while Jongin’s hand free hand rubbed lightly at your muscles.

Finally, the cold compress slipped from your body, and you almost completely felt taken over by sleep, not bothering to move as you felt Jongin’s hands began to travel, dropping a cover over your body as you hummed, the pain almost completely subsided now.

His mouth tickled at your ear, and you smiled as his lips opened and small bits of breath played against your skin.

“Lets take you a bath, it’ll help the bruises and swelling.” He whispered, one of your eyes opening to meet his as he pulled away from your ear.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?”

Jongin pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowing lightly.

“No, bath. I want to make you feel better.”

“I already feel better. And I want to be cuddled right now.”

Jongin shook his head, more determined this time.

“Y/n, we have to-“

“Jongin, please.” You closed your eyes, wanting nothing more than to relax and fall asleep next to Jongin for a bit, and you felt him waver next to you, his shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Only for a bit.” He chided, and you smiled, feeling his body tentatively glue itself to you, and Jongin winced as he felt you slowly start to glue yourself to him. 

“Be careful.” 

You gently placed your head into his open arm, the pain completely gone now as Jongin rubbed his eyes, your bodies completely intertwined now.

“Okay.”

And you both stayed like that, Jongin’s hands coming up to swirl patterns along your body and his breath tickling the top of your head.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine Jongin.”

“I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you like that.”

“I know you didn’t.”

Jongin pursed his lips, unsure of what to do. He watched your body evenly breathe against him, his eyes wet still.

Your breathing evened out eventually, and soft puffs of air came out, signaling to Jongin you were fast asleep.

He stuck out his lips, letting them make contact with your forehead, slick with drying sweat and he smiled despite his inner turmoil.

He hadn't meant to hurt you, hadn't meant to squeeze you and bite at you so hard, and as he watched your body fast asleep, plastered to him without a fear to spare, he couldn't help feel relief that you knew that too.

[gilmoregirlsbigbrother]

EPISODE #4

After Bobby leaves a scathing message at eviction, the week starts with tension building.

Andrew

after Bobby’s hypocritical ass message in the chat that he sent before leaving before anyone could respond (Bella teas) I have realized my goodbye message was too nice. Hey bobby, maybe you shouldn’t expect people to message you when you’re on the block when YOU are the one that should be campaigning. Maybe you shouldn’t just heart react a message when YOU start a conversation without actually replying. Maybe YOU shouldn’t shit on people for not being around when they have to work when the exact same thing happened to you (justice for isaac). Just say you hate dan and get out of the chat djdjskjdje literally no one asked.

Dan

Hey Bobby, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Way to leave before anyone can respond to you. Also, if you had a problem with me you should have been upfront in PMs when I asked you if you had a problem with me. If you ever want to chat about this be an adult and come to me about it like I tried to. Timmy is the superior twin xoxo 😘

Andrew

Nick

The best thing about having an endurance comp when you are in the minority is that you can make it your own destiny and win! Let’s ruin some players moods

After a Counting HOH, Nick wins and Andrew feels threatened. Chelsea butts heads with production, and rubs the house the wrong way with her inactivity. Nick nominates Dan and Karen, to Dan’s surprise. The gang goes House Hunting for POV.

Dan

I love that people think Karen and I are close? I would never use POV on her and that’s just the tea sis. I just feel so betrayed by Nick because I actually liked him, but it kinda makes sense. He’s friendly with Madison and Bobby so he’s probably just letting them control his game. I don’t think I’m a pawn at all and I think I’ll likely go home this week so  :)

Andrew

so ig aligning with clash has paid off at the moment. hes really my only bridge to nick rn. nick didnt put me up and put up karen and dan with the sole purpose of taking out karen. ALLEGEDLY. idk how much i trust it and i feel like i am still very much a backdoor option, as well as sammy bc i still feel like clash could be a snake. clash SAYS that nick wanted to do sammy and i, but that he convinced him to do karen and dan which... i guess. idk like clash and nick could just be playing me and/or sammy for fools but if thats the case then at least im onto it. nick and i supposedly hashed out this dumbass premade shit that madison and her two braincells worked overtime to concoct before she left by trying to label myself, ricky, isaac and karen as a premade. thanks ugly. anyway clash has also thrown JG under the bus to me as snakey and JG keeps saying he wants to work with me but? where? where is it? show me the car fax? i cant with these people i s2g if i get backdoored im gonna eat my own fucking right leg.

(a little while later)

manipulating nick is my middle name. Unless I’m still a backdoor plan ✌️

nick: youre in the majority me: https://twitter.com/i/status/1082847245110657025

Nick

I’m trying my hardest not to ruin everything during my hoh... but I’m just so cut throat sometimes I leave leave people pissed off. I’m hoping I won’t need to name a new nom, but I guess we will see. Dans gotten more and more on my radar after his little outbursts where he’s tried calling me out and emotionally manipulating me. We shall see what happens but I’m definitely now happy with my nom decisions based off the reactions I got to someone just being a pawn.

Andrew

okay so I guess I'm actually working with Nick now....maybe. Also Dan wants to be "spicy" with Drew and I and vote out whoever is next to Karen - which at this point would be Chelsea - which I would be fine with if it weren't for the fact that I'm putting on the guise that I'm selling my soul to Nick when I honslee still don't trust him. That would also require a lot of work bc like........Clash leaked to me about a chat he has w/ him and Sammy and Dani and Chelsea so I'm assuming they're gonna wanna protect her. But then also Liana is prob gonna wanna protect Karen. There's some conflicts of inch rest happening here but we'll get through it ladies. The most important thing is I basically have so far gotten away with murder since the Madison vote and I'm still just tryna stay off the block as much as possible hehe.

Dan wins veto, and Chelsea is the renomination. Instead of campaigning to stay she campaigns to leave, and people stress their annoyance.

Nick

So Chelsea is campaigning.... TO LEAVE. There goes my plan to get rid of Karen who told me in the main chat the other day she just doesn’t wanna talk with me and ima assume she means she never wanted to because that’s how it feels. Whatever I guess. I hope someone I trust wins hoh because I’ve burned a few too many bridges I feel

[roughentumble]

so i finally got to finish white rabbit and it was Bad. its bad film scoob

to get more detailed, and possibly i just wasn’t paying close enough attention to this first point, but, it’s something so basic that it should be pretty clear to the audience unless you’re messing with it on purpose, the timeline is absolutely confusing as heck. how long did harlon and julie know each other? i have NO IDEA. i legit am convinced it was only 2 days. i just can’t.... possibly conceive of it being any other increment of time? but also that still doesn’t make sense to me because things escalate So Damn Quickly. his bully bullied him literally right before summer, then summer ends and he insists he’s Changed and that all that stuff In The Past is something he’s improved about himself now that he’s Matured?????? wHat???? also there’s something very abrupt about the film’s timeline. we see one or two scenes with harlon as a child, then only scenes of him in a very specific summer in a very specific year(i.e. the year that he either violently shoots up his school, or dreams about violently shooting up his school, more on that later tho) which isn’t INHERENTLY bad, but... you didn’t get this... the film is striving to explain how things build up and build up and build up inside a person, why things go so wrong, and why we have school shootings(or at least, ONE explanation why some kids engage in school shootings) but you don’t GET a sense of things being built up. the whole film felt like a bunch of choppy scenes spliced together

and it didn’t really...... harlon’s hallucinations felt like such a small PART of the film, they were SO scattered and didn’t really. i dunno. it just didnt all click together in any coherent or meaningful sense. the whole film is so odd, poorly handled, and disjointed that i’m having trouble writing coherent thoughts about it. 

julie was, altogether, a shallow character who was literally a manic pixie dream girl. she stumbled into his life twice, the first time changing him for the better(in some ways, he does stand up for himself for the first time after kisses him), the second time using her own personal growth that all took place OFF-SCREEN and with barely an explanation thrown out there, TO TRY AND FIX HARLON AGAIN like she’s JUST a catalyst for his own growth that’s all she is, and she’s a shoddy one at that. she doesn’t feel like she belongs in the film at all, she feels like she was in an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT film and somehow managed to step through a door and land in this town somehow. she’s weird, she’s poorly-written imho, she’s distracting, she takes up time that COULD be used to actually give... literally any character any personality at all, even a little

oh yeah, nobody has any... personality. they’re all like these cardboard cutouts, the stereotypical abusive redneck dad, the stereotypical shitty siblings(fun fact! i literally forgot he had siblings, throughout the entire film i just kept forgetting, and i only remember now because a different review mentioned them! fun), the tired and slightly overbearing but ultimately caring mother, the bully, the sniveling friend, the angry shouty parents of the sniveling friend who seem to have no source for their anger they just Are Mad Now, the girl who waltzes into Main Character’s life and shakes things up, the Crazy School Shooter who Hears Voices From His Violent Comic Books! everybody is like every other character ever, and even when shoddy writing starts putting them on a different path, they just head down... that same cliche path anyway, even though it makes no sense for them in context, like the world’s shittiest roller coaster

for example, the school shooting ending had NO buildup. it was last minute, went by real fast, had NO real stressor to speak of, it just... literally didnt make sense. harlon wasn’t an exceedingly angry child, he wasn’t overly-programmed for violence by the way his parents raised him... and yet, just like he’s been locked onto the rails, just cuz he Hears Voices so this Must Be A School Shooter Movie, he just stands there while the tracks take him from point a to point b

also, the entire film felt like nothing more than a grocery list, loosely detailing all of the every reason you ever ever ever hear that anyone ever does A Big Bad Thing, without any real deeper understanding of any of those things. like. it felt so... the entire film felt sterile. everybody was a standee on a track, rolling up to one another and saying in a SIRI-esque voice “HELLO. HERE IS REASON NUMBER 284 WHY I WILL BE SAD LATER. BEEP BOOP DEPLOYING SADNESS” before calmly being carried away by the motor. 

plus the ending is a total cop-out. the beginning of the film includes what is obviously harlon getting ready to shoot up the school, plus some voice-overs that don’t make sense yet, which is fine. sure. plenty of films make use of devices like that. then at the end, when he shoots up the school, it eventually ends on very similar footage from the beginning, with some teeny tiny details changed here and there, but... like, was he thinking about shooting up the school before going in to do it, or was he dreaming it, or did he shoot himself and now he’s in purgatory, forced to revisit his crimes at the hands of his evil bunny overlord...? it was ambiguous in the exact way a film like this should NEVER be ambiguous(or at least, not unless you’re way better than these people at writing >:// )

all of this being said, i do want to make a specific note that i liked the actors. i think they did a great job. i liked watching nick krause(harlon), i liked watching Sam Trammell(the father) struggle to bring nuance to such an awkwardly written role. honestly, sam’s character was easily the most robust one in the film, since he was abusive but he did love his kids and had moments with them where things WEREN’T bad, and moments that made it clear that he was trying, he just didn’t know any better and lived in this environment that stifled any and all change and personal growth, but at the same time he was never excused for his abusive behavior. sam trammell did literally awesome at is and he was quite possibly..... 1.5 whole dimensions. incredible

anyway, back on topic, i believed ryan lee as a bullied child-- did i like the writing for him, or how things were edited? no. but his acting, his tears, his emotions that he brought to the performance were MORE than satisfactory. 

the one i’m most hesitant to speak about is britt robertson(julie). like, on one hand, i just straight up... did not like julie. or rather, i would’ve been fine watching a film about julie, she seems nice and interesting(what lead her to her downward spiral of drugs and alcohol and attempted suicide? was she mentally ill, or were there outside stressors? what did she go through to heal the way she did over just one summer? what about that night was so bad for her that it caused her to go to rehab/a mental hospital? did she decide to on her own, or did her father make her?) but she’s barely touched in the film, barely given any space to feel anything, and so i find her presence, quite frankly, annoying. she should have been bigger or not there at all. but she was there, and she wasn’t bigger, and the writing really did not care about her feelings or motivations in the SLIGHTEST. and there’s only so much you can bring to that, acting-wise! the scene where she nearly dies in the field with harlon, when she’s talking about praying and how she never gets an answer, i BELIEVED the tears in her voice. she sounded visceral and honest. at the middle/end, when she came back and truly wanted to help harlon? the way she acted when the shooting was happening? i mean, i didn’t like the WRITING for her character, but i liked the emotions she managed to put into these scenes

and like. i know i’m skipping back here a bit, but nick krause did Good man. i thoroughly believed at least 97.25% of his emotions. i didn’t understand his motivations, and there were certainly flat and emotionless moments aplenty, but mostly they were born out of poor writing, and not actor shortcomings

the actors were not the problem. i would 100% see a movie just cuz nick krause was in it(if only to see if his acting only looked good in comparison to the script he was handed)

honestly i can’t really sum it up much better than these guys did, ngl

white rabbit was boring and shit and i hated it but im probs gonna give it a thumbs up cuz netflix was created by the devil himself and also i wanna see other films like it so. i suffer

[fergaldevitt]

so can i tell y’all about this weekend with new japan?

yes??

ok read on!!

i went to the g1 special with khiry (who used to be khiryisbestintheworld on here but she’s either gone or barely on here anymore) and to the showcase on friday alone. we’ll start there

i got to meet the young bucks, naito, and shibata in that order. i gotta just...look, i am so happy about how organized that whole thing was because in all the lines i was in, everyone had time to speak to the wrestlers for a bit and then take their photo and get their autographed 8x10 and feel satisfied. all the signings i’ve been to in the past i felt rushed and unsatisfied, so i went into this one thinking i had to spit everything out and hurry but NOPE. also the venue they chose was questionable as fuck on paper (yes let’s all go to the isolated treasure island off the side of the bridge) but once you got there and saw how they set it up (four buildings, three were used for the meet & greets where at least two wrestlers/entities were there and separated by a backdrop) it made a bit more sense. still would’ve preferred they picked somewhere in the city but it’s fine.

SO

i met the young bucks for khiry because she wasn’t able to be there. but everyone who’s said they’re hella nice dudes - y’all were absolutely spot-on. i wasn’t expecting them to be dicks but sometimes you can catch wrestlers on their bad days - with the bucks it didn’t feel like that at all. they knew their line was long and gonna remain long but they weren’t even fazed. nick extended his hand first and said “nice to meet you”, followed by matt, and i mentioned why i was there but they were talking at the same time so all i heard was “that’s so nice of you to do this for her thanks for coming” lol. no problem. got a pic with them but both shots were mad blurry so that’s the karma i get for not caring enough i suppose. fuck it; i can meet them again some other time.

left that line and got into naito’s line and let me tell you: when i saw that actually-large-in-person man in his white suit from wrestle kingdom (without the cape) that i won’t shut up about i almost lost all concept of how to breathe ;_; held it together though and when i was closer to meeting him, the guy in charge of taking people’s vouchers saw me trying to chill out and was like “it’s ok!! don’t be nervous!!” OK EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, GUY; YOU PROB HANG OUT WITH NAITO FOR ALL I KNOW. I’VE ONLY LOVED THE DUDE FOR FOUR YEARS AND NEVER THOUGHT I’D MEET HIM IN MY HOMETOWN IN THAT SUIT™. ...anyway so the time comes: he extends his hand, i shake it and - i really wanted to get a sign together translated to japanese that said how much of a fan of his i am but i was worrying so much about it that i just let it go and decided to wing it. so all i said while giggling was “you’re my favorite wrestler ;_;”. naito was like “oh thank you so much” and semi-bowed and i was too busy like jesus christ tetsuya god damn naito is right here and i just told him he’s my fave to remember to take the pic. my camera is officially old and trash and took ages to take pics so we got three and he was really patient about it :’) then he graciously gave me his autograph, we shook hands again, he said thank you again, and i was like “thaNK YOU” and yeah. NAITO!!

i calmed the fuck down and went around the building because that’s where tanahashi, kushida, and shibata were signing together. i guess everyone got their shit already because there was no line outside or inside for any of them when i got there which was cool with me; i needed to chill out before almost collapsing meeting my ultimate guy. i stood in shibata’s area while he was on the other side taking some professional pics with tanahashi and someone else in the middle (not kidani). after they were done shibs came hustling over and was like “sorry sorry!!” for the wait and i was like “noooo it’s ok!” because why the fuck would i be impatient staring at shibata and tanahashi live in person just a few feet away??? i shook shibata’s hand and told him as well “you’re my favorite wrestler” because i’m losing brain cells at this point but i also managed to fit in a “i hope you come back! i’m rooting for you!” he was thinking of more responses in english but all he got out was “oh! [holds up fists] thank you! i will be back!” which was fucking fine with me!! my camera was trippin’ again but i got two pics of us doing the arm crossing pose so GOOD ENOUGH. after the first photo the guy taking the pic was confused if he even got the shot so i went over to check before he was like “we’ll just take another”. then after that shibata was like “check it again!” lmaoo. he asked if it was good and i offered to show it to him while saying “yes” but he just took my affirmation and trusted me. that feel if i lied though... anyway he gave me my autograph and shook my hand again and i kept saying thank you (i think i said it like two or three times) before i left but yeah. SHIBATA IS A CUTIE CONFIRMED.

and that’s that on that! the next day was the g1 special, so if you saw it, you saw everything i saw and i don’t really need to explain a lot. here are some highlights though:

- everyone in my section was great; nobody was acting like a moron, no one was complaining, everything was fine - we (me and khiry) were right by the entrance/production crew so i could see harold meij watching the show and the referees and young lions running to and fro the back - new japan themes are 10x more bumpin’ live than when you listen to them on video or even on your own devices. highly recommend going to the show for the music as well as everything else lol - everyone in the cow palace save for us and about four other people HATED jay white and i was living. i support switchblade so damn much and have since his young lion days so to see people complain back at wrestle kingdom about this character/gimmick only to give him that much heat made me so damn happy. i was sad that he lost the belt in front of my eyeballs but i was so happy for his performance i let it go like seconds later lmao. he also looks amazing in red - what the hell are those hangman page, okada, and suzuki themes?? page’s is this hip hop cowboy BOP though?? and at first i thought they mashed up okada and ospreay’s themes for whatever reason but then that remix came and i was like ok?? i’m here for it??? folks were talking about okada and suzuki’s themes after strong style evolved uk but i thought it was just for them and we’d go back to the regular themes for this show but apparently not! - i have no idea what’s going on with hiromu but we all know what spot may have caused the injury and i did not see it because i always close my eyes when i know wrestlers are gonna land somewhere on their necks and/or heads. i just can’t take watching it anymore no matter how safe or soft the landings are; shit like this happens so accidentally and so randomly (remember when bushi got injured?). i really hope he’s okay because i watched that match with bated breath and now it’s just a dark cloud over the show for me :( i love hiromu a lot so i’m nervous - i watched omega/cody mainly for the atmosphere and it did not disappoint. the best was after the match of course, because as soon as the bell rang, a bunch of people ran off (so i hope y’all were rushing to get home or catch buses/trains). then after kenny’s usual speech people ran off (again, hope y’all got home!!), and meanwhile me and khiry were taking pics of him and the bucks on the entrance way before we heard screaming and commotion and realized it was tama, loa, and king haku!! the hell!! a lot of folks clapped and chanted for tama lmao and i honestly had to clap too. tama’s gotta be one of your boys, come on fam - so then while the white-and-one-japanese part of the bullet club were doing their group hug and reconciliation, i went down to the floor section and grabbed a couple of championship streamers and uh...i didn’t realize they were that long? but i gotta go to another new japan show and if the folks allow, i want kenny to sign it since it was for his celebration

so overall i am so fucking happy about this show. i was getting too annoyed with people caring about ticket sales and this show not selling out and it was kind of bringing my mood down but once i got into the building i let it go immediately because i got to see a fantastic card and buy a shibata towel. ticket sales be damned.

here’s to long beach 🥂

[vannahboo7569-blog]

My book to you.

Before you life was innocent and simple. Every meanless boyfriend. Every meanless heartache. I didn't know of such heartache and love. Before you that is. When I met you my life turned around.. I suddenly knew what love was. And suddenly I knew what real heartbreak felt like. You changed me. Changed my outlook. Changed my perception. It all just changed. I loved you like I never loved another. I threw my heart and soul into you. But it always felt like it wasn't enough. But I tried and tried because I knew somewhere deep down you loved me. I mean you had to right? I stayed when everyone else left and I stayed when new ones came along. I drug my heart through the dirt loving you. I don't regret it though and I never will. Because loving you was enough. But suddenly things happened and shit changed and you weren't there anymore. The day I found out.. I cried. I cried like I had never cried before. I fell to the ground I couldn't get up. A little piece of me died that day. And I was forever changed. I showed out. I partied like I had never partied before. I did mad drugs. And I had the time of my life. Or that's what I thought. It's what kept me sane. And then one short month later. I lost a close close friend. To a horrible drinking and driving accident. I couldn't think when they told me. I couldn't process that a best friend had just died and when I did process it I broke. I screamed and cried. I yelled and threw a fit. I tried to go to the hospital to get commited but they wouldn't take me. I wasnt suicidal. No one understood the life I had just been dealt. No one understood my heart. My heart was breaking because you were gone and now nick had passed. My poor heart just couldn't take it. But I dealt and I survived. And it stung a little more each day before one day it just started getting better. Idk when that day was. But now I'm here holding up living life. Stronger than before. But scared. It still stings when I think of you. And it still stings when I think of nick. The only difference is I'll be able to see you again. When idk. But soon. And honestly that scares the shit outta me. You disrupted my life twice before and now a third time. I mean how can u keep doing this to me? But I mean I couldn't ask you to stop. I'd hate myself for it. Why? Because I love you so fucking much it's stupid. It doesn't make since. I'm so mad at you. Mad at you for leaving and mad at you for coming back. How can my life just flip upside down again? It's gonna be hard and it's prob gonna suck for a while. But I'll manage. I always do. I don't really know what to tell you though. Your gonna have to bare with me. Your gonna have to fight for me like I fought for you. But I'm the end it'll all be worth it I know it. Because no one knows a love like ours. Only we do. And I hope you understand that. <3

[ios-tintipan]

The final three took a trip through memory lane for the Rites of Passage. This is what they had to say!

JILL

Bodhi: our stars didn’t align so we never got to chit chat!

Eric: you messaged me about Beyoncé once and that’s all I got, sorry I didn’t try harder to be friends!! Austin: again, sorry we didn’t get to get close! Someday!! Cole: ugh, cole. We worked together at the start, got messy in the middle, and ultimately you had way better game play than I did so I saw you as a threat. You added so much to this game though, and I think it would’ve been boring without you. I love u and I hope u add me back…. Kaitlyn: we never got a chance to talk! I was definitely threatened by you! You and Cole were a power duo. JD: where can I even start. So happy to be aligned with you, honestly. You should’ve stayed over me, but you had so much better game play so I assumed people came for you that way. I loved loved loved being able to trust you completely. I really hope we can play together again. Lauren: when I think of you I think of that cool nail polish color you had and how fucked good you are at puzzles. I wish the circumstances were different and me you and Nayeli got to work together longer. I hope that we play another game together tbh. Tate: sorry I didn’t listen to you when I should’ve and I was lowkey hoping you would’ve got that last immunity to stay. But you did vote me at the end. Either way, happy that you made it really far by not doing a whole lot, but stepped up a little more when it mattered. Also, thanks for gassing me up bb Nayeli: to be honest, I really loved working with you. I was so sad when you went home, I wanted us to get far together. I still feel sad that you were voted out ughhh Nick: remember that time we did that challenge that u had to take pics of urself with items? You dominated that game. We only worked together for a short time, but it was a fun short time! Brett: thanks for listening to my whopper podcast. Also, really enjoyed working with you when it got down to it. I didn’t make the best moves by listening to you but I still tried to be loyal to you. I can tell you cared about this game, and I’m happy we could play it together! Keegan: you and brett were both very strong in this game, so thankful for having someone to talk to even not about game. You’re strong at comps and I really loved chatting with ya. LA: super sad when you went home. I loved working with you from the start, and my regret is that we didn’t work without the boys often. I am very thankful for having you on my side though, because it helped be know I could trust JD. Rhone: utterly robbed. Fuck the rocks. So so so sad we didn’t get to work together. I knew I could trust you if we ever got the chance. Next time I hope!!! Dan: the love of my life. My partner. My buddy. I cried when u got out. U were robbed. I probably should’ve swapped with you but if I ever win a game itll be because of you <3 I love u!!!!!!!!!!!

OWEN

Austin - Rip Austin I'm sorry that you didn't talk all that much... It's lowkey iconic that you just voted Cole bc it's the only name you could remember tho haha hope you're doing well if you ever see this!

Bodhi - I was looking forward to getting another chance to play together after Circle of Happiness but I guess it didn't work out this time :( Sorry!

Nayeli - GIRL UR WILD I love it. Adding us to an alliance randomly and then turning on us hahaha. If you hadn't have been voting me, I wouldn't have been voting you, and then maybe we could've avoided some of the drama that came afterwards with rocks.. It was good to get to talk a bit queen.

Rhone - WOW I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT HOW FUCKING ICONIC IS IT THAT U KEPT UP THE TRADITION OF A ROCK DRAW IN UR OWN DAMN GAME. Even though we only got to actually play together for one round, I'm glad we ended up applying as partners :) Way to keep the series exciting hahaha. Imagine how different things would've been if you didn't draw the rock whew

Dan - I wasn't sure if this would be a game where we tried to work together or not, but once I met your partner I knew that I wanted to be allies with you down the road. Every time you survived RI I was happy because most of the time I'd voted the other people on it out. I wish we could've gotten a chance!

Eric - I still don't know why you voted for me at that first tribal sajkdhfksjd but good job on Redemption Island I'm sorry your pogo stick legs (according to Brett) got the better of you bc you really were the king of that island. Also I just realized Rhone, Dan, and you were eliminated back to back and you three are the partners of the f3 isn't that weird wow

Lauren - Oh my GOD I will never forget when you asked me what my fav emoji was and then you said "mine's the snake, have fun on redemption island" I literally screamed when I saw that. I really think if the whole drama with Tate in HOS17 hadn't have happened and you didn't quit that challenge you'd have made it further in the game. I enjoyed having you as an enemy for a bit though, it was fun :) And thanks for the shout out when u left! hehe

LA - I'm sorry they did you dirty like that :( Coming into the merge was weird bc I was trying to balance all of these allies and you were someone who I had been working with from the start and really wanted to go far with. Unfortunately the JD/Nick/Kaitlyn drama was beyond my control. You're one of the only people I've ever gone to rocks for (maybe the only one?) so I'm glad we finally got to meet and play a bit <3 We were the legends of getting votes prejury haha

Kaitlyn - THIS WAS LEGITIMATELY THE WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD'VE HAPPENED. That's what, two games in a row now that you got ROBBED before my eyes? Your blindside was definitely the lowest moment of the season for me and I know after what I did to Cole u prob think I'm a rat now again (understandable) but I really did like representing the League with yall and I'm sorry you got put onto the worst tribe in Island of Shade history after being on exile.

Keegan - Hehehe you were probably the person I was most excited to get to play with once I saw the cast. I know we had our ups and downs; I wish we could've been cast in a season with all newbies because you and I could've had a chance that way. Unfortunately our other loyalties got in the way I guess but it was fun while it lasted and I love you!!

Nick - I was so scared of you at the beginning of the game because I knew how well you did in Circle of Happiness and I saw how you were going so fast in the 24 hour challenges. I'm not sure how you actually felt about me within the game this time haha, but maybe it was my fault that we never got to be super close allies. Maybe we'll be able to actually trust each other if we get to play again. Either way, it was fun!

Brett - Wowowowowowwowowow KING. Talking to you in this game was so interesting because I know you're an intelligent and socially adept player and I knew you had your claws in a lot of different people (the alliance with cole/kaitlyn and then later working with jd/jill). I knew I shouldn't trust you, but something made me just want to tell you....everything. Eventually I learned that I couldn't be honest with you at all, but it was fun getting to be on opposite sides for a bit and you definitely made this game a challenge for me. Sorry that your plans to get me out never worked <3 <3

JD - Wowowowow we had a crazy journey from the beginning to the tribal you left. After more or less lying to each other and putting trust in other people back and forth, I'm grateful that you were the person I was able to talk to after the Battleship competition because I think if you hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to get my game back on track. You've come a long way since Emathia and I think this game just proved that you're an excellent player. Thank you for having my back in the end <3

Cole - I know that you are hurt by what I did and I know that you might not even want to hear any more of what I have to say. In the few years that I've been around here, I have tried to focus less on personal aspects of the game and more on the game itself. Recently though, you know that I've been trying to turn that around. Personally in and out of this game, you and I were/are friends. Playing with you as a friend was a lot of fun, getting to laugh with each other about how things were going our way and complaining when they didn't. As a friend, I wanted to go to the end with each other because I know you would have deserved it. But within the game itself, a lot of things that happened between us within our alliance rubbed me the wrong way, and I ultimately made a decision to follow through with the game rather than my personal feelings. I am sorry if you are upset with me. My intention was not to cut off a friendship because I have appreciated getting to know you more through Circle of Happiness and through this game especially. You were one of the strongest forces in this game and you should be proud of the things you accomplished.

Tate - Another one of my rivals in this game! From me trying to get you out in the rocks round to you trying to get me out when JD left and everything in between, it was kind of a poetic finish that it came down to mostly you vs. me in the final immunity. I know you said a few times that you didn't care about this game or that you weren't playing, but I think you did more and tried harder than you let on, and i appreciate you being aware and honest in the end. What you said to me pushed me to work hard for that final immunity. Thank you for keeping it cool and having fun up until the end.

DANIELLE

Austin - I don't think that we were ever on a tribe together but you're an icon. Bodhi - Ok honestly I like you a lot, you were one of the people that I got to know the most in this game. Although we weren't the closest, things just didn't align for us :/ Nayeli - We didn't talk at all in this game and I don't know if that's because we weren't on the same tribe or what not but ily. Rhone - MY FUCKING FKJDANS; I was so sad to see you get rocked out. It wasa no secret that I was the closest to you on the tribe. You were someone that had my back 24/7 and I was so fucking sad to see you leave. You are an icon and I hope we get to talk more in the future, ily. Dan - Dan, my boy. we didn't talk but you are iconic Eric - Well you are my partner. But... you REALLY fucked up. I was so fucking dead when you got out first but you made it pretty far, too bad you're shaped like a rhombus and couldn't even balance. You're a gem and I love you <3 Lauren - So I'm so fucking sad that you were voted out here. We were just in 2 games together and we were kinda working together but it got kinda fucked up and :( you're a really cool person and I enjoyed getting to talk to you. LA - fkdns. hey! I don't think that we had ever really had a good conversation and it kind of ended up that you left, unfortunately. Kaitlyn - My... mother. I'm so fucking sad that you left. Legit, you were someone that I wanted to go to the end with. You and Cole introduced me to The Office and idk who I would be without that. You were robbed in more than one way and I can only say that I miss you so much. Come back home from war soon. Keegan - sis... you were a joy to talk to in this game. your pomsky is the cutest fucking thing in the world. I wish that we talked more about the game but you're so iconic. <3 Nick - NICKKKK. you were someone that I felt super close to all game. We were on many tribes together. during the early stages of the game, I felt like you were my number 1 but as we moved later in the game, things just didn't line up. you were a great ally though <3 Brett- brett, brettttt. so. you had a lot of things to say to me on your way out and I cant wait to hear what you'll say to me at FTC. I had no problems with you in this game or even in TS so to hear you say shit about me was surprising but I get it. we talked a lot about personal things but game wise, we were always going to be on opposite sides. I really enjoyed talking to you and hope that after all of this, we could be friends. JD - hiiii. ok well honestly, we didn't get to talk a lot so I never really got to know you a lot. the only real thing that I heard about you was that you really wanted me out so I was like !!! our games didn't align but hopefully we get to know each other better in tumblr survivor Cole - my... dad. I don't even know what I can say about you. day 1, we were together. from the many games that we have played together, we have always been tight. aries sisters stay together through it all. I really thought that you would have been sitting here with me but there was a snake in the grass. we didn't go on many calls in this game but just know that you are one of the people that I enjoy the most on tumblr. you are genuinely the funniest and most problematic person ever. Tate - my social queen. we haven't had a pm in almost 20 days! not saying it's your fault or mine but probs mine. I really don't have much that I can say about you because I don't know you much.