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csh-tournament · 1 year ago

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Tournament Recap: Round 1

And so, Round 1 of Stage 2 is officially over. I thought it'd be a fun idea to make a little status update post as a way to sorta recap the bracket so far.

Aside from 3, which is barely hanging in there, the numbered albums (and Little Pieces of Paper) have all been completely wiped out, which is to be expected but also kinda sad. On the flipside, not a single track from Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) has been eliminated! Of course, that's going to change no matter what in the next round because Stop Smoking and Bodys are going up against each other.

*More detailed stuff under the cut. Songs are grouped by album/EP/I'm bald/any other miscellaneous infinitely nuanced answer*

1 [0/16 (0%) Remaining]

tybee island horse ghosts (Eliminated in Group Stage)

good sunday (Eliminated in Group Stage)

big jacket (Eliminated in Round 1 by My Boy (Twin Fantasy (2018))

Cesare the somnambulist (Eliminated in Group Stage)

happy/ugly (Eliminated in Group Stage)

David Lynch versus the moon (Eliminated in Group Stage)

his shiny customers (Eliminated in Group Stage)

up all night (Eliminated in Group Stage)

inside the bell jar (Eliminated in Group Stage)

july new hey (Eliminated in Group Stage)

kid war (Eliminated in Round 1 by portrait of the artist as a young fag)

you have to go to college (Eliminated in Group Stage)

yes bulletin (Eliminated in Group Stage)

mortgages for veterans (Eliminated in Group Stage)

my dad just passed out (Eliminated in Group Stage)

what does OUJ stand for (Eliminated in Round 1 by America (Never Been))

2 [0/13 (0%) Remaining]

smokezone (Eliminated in Group Stage)

this one time I went to a coffee house because some guy I knew was playing and I just sat there for an hour and didn't talk to anyone and then I came home and wrote this song (Eliminated in Group Stage)

we are in space (Eliminated in Group Stage)

it's you, you're the asshole who made this (Eliminated in Group Stage)

shoelaces (Eliminated in Group Stage)

act suspicious (Eliminated in Group Stage)

reversible jacket (Eliminated in Group Stage)

the majestic hotel (Eliminated in Group Stage)

90 (Eliminated in Group Stage)

fiction I (Eliminated in Group Stage)

hanging out with my mom in women's apparel (Eliminated in Group Stage)

...then it will be exactly the same as earth (Eliminated in Group Stage)

will you please pass the milk, please? (Eliminated in Round 1 by Famous Prophets (Minds))

3 [2/13 (~15%) Remaining]

no starving (Eliminated in Group Stage)

portrait of the artist as a young fag

beach weak (Eliminated in Round 1 by Nervous Young Inhumans (2011))

foreign song (Eliminated in Group Stage)

psst, teenagers, take off your clo (Eliminated in Round 1 by High To Death (2011))

sun hot (Eliminated in Group Stage)

beach fagz

summer bummer (Eliminated in Group Stage)

ryan north by northwest (Eliminated in Group Stage)

beach drugs (Eliminated in Group Stage)

beach death (Eliminated in Round 1 by Sleeping With Strangers)

beach funeral (Eliminated in Round 1 by Bodys (2018))

oh! starving (Eliminated in Round 1 by We Can't Afford (Your Depression Anymore))

4 [0/9 (0%) Remaining]

a good bridge to never cross until there's no doubt that he's dead (Eliminated in Round 1 by Famous Prophets (Stars))

who even knows (Eliminated in Group Stage)

even the who knows (Eliminated in Group Stage)

not "kidding" around (Eliminated in Group Stage)

heartless dick (Eliminated in Group Stage)

dickless heart (Eliminated in Group Stage)

feel like daniel johnston (Eliminated in Group Stage)

the ghost of bob saget (Eliminated in Round 1 by Beach Life-In-Death (2018))

around (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Little Pieces Of Paper With "No" Written On Them [0/21 (0%) Remaining]

leave together (Eliminated in Group Stage)

I don't want you (Eliminated in Round 1 by Overexposed (Enjoy))

I am afraid of literally everything (Eliminated in Round 1 by The Ballad of the Costa Concordia)

100 minutes of solitude (Eliminated in Group Stage)

neon sign (Eliminated in Group Stage)

samson's golden axe (Eliminated in Group Stage)

I scream social (Eliminated in Group Stage)

wachovia receipts (Eliminated in Group Stage)

the singles song (Eliminated in Group Stage)

get better get well (Eliminated in Group Stage)

squid desert (Eliminated in Group Stage)

ff (Eliminated in Group Stage)

nothing (Eliminated in Round 1 by High to Death (2018))

surf jerk (Eliminated in Group Stage)

a pleasant sort of terror (Eliminated in Group Stage)

total burn (Eliminated in Group Stage)

when I'm here (Eliminated in Group Stage)

the staying song (Eliminated in Group Stage)

I CAN TALK WITH MY EYES SHUT (Eliminated in Round 1 by psst, teenagers, take off your clo (2015))

the vice president of google and et al (Eliminated in Group Stage)

hot sun (Eliminated in Group Stage)

My Back Is Killing Me Baby [2/11 (~18%) Remaining]

the drum (Eliminated in Round 1 by Unforgiving Girl (She's Not An))

happy news for sadness

sunburned shirts (Eliminated in Round 1 by Maud Gone (2015))

stoop kid (Eliminated in Round 1 by Jerks)

something soon

no passion (Eliminated in Round 1 by Some Strange Angel)

father, flesh in rags (Eliminated in Round 1 by Oh! Starving (2012))

strangers (Eliminated in Round 1 by something soon (2011))

lawns (Eliminated in Group Stage)

p.o.w. (Eliminated in Round 1 by The Ending of Dramamine)

open-mouthed boy (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Twin Fantasy (Mirror to Mirror) [7/10 (70%) Remaining]

My Boy (Twin Fantasy) (Eliminated in Round 1 by Times to Die (2015))

Beach Life-In-Death

Stop Smoking (Eliminated in Round 1 by Hollywood)

Sober To Death

Nervous Young Inhumans

Bodys

Cute Thing (Eliminated in Round 1 by Beast Monster Thing)

High To Death

Famous Prophets (Minds)

Twin Fantasy (Those Boys)

Monomania [6/9 (~67%) Remaining]

Romantic Theory

Misheard Lyrics (Eliminated in Round 1 by Twin Fantasy (Those Boys) (2011))

Times To Die

Overexposed

Los Borrachos (I Don’t Have Any Hope Left, But The Weather Is Nice)

Souls (Eliminated in Round 1 by The Gun Song)

Maud Gone (Eliminated in Round 1 by happy news for sadness)

Sleeping With Strangers

Anchorite (Love You Very Much)

Starving While Living [2/5 (40%) Remaining]

It's Only Sex

Reuse The Cels (Eliminated in Round 1 by Boxing Day)

I Hate Living (Eliminated in Round 1 by Romantic Theory)

Devil Moon (Eliminated in Round 1 by Cute Thing (2018))

Oh! Starving

Nervous Young Man [9/20 (45%) Remaining]

Boxing Day

We Can't Afford (Your Depression Anymore)

Don't Remind Me (Eliminated in Round 1 by Los Borrachos (2012))

Homes (Eliminated in Round 1 by Knife In The Coffee)

Afterglow (Eliminated in Round 1 by Something Soon (2015))

Jerks

Broken Birds (Rest In Pieces)

The Gun Song

Goodbye Love (Eliminated in Round 1 by There Must Be More Than Blood)

I Can Play The Piano (Eliminated in Round 1 by Stop Smoking (We Love You))

Crows (Rest In Bigger Pieces Mix) (Eliminated in Round 1 by Los Borrachos (2015))

I Wanna Sweat

Burning Man (Eliminated in Round 1 by Sinner)

Dreams Fall Hard (Eliminated in Round 1 by Nervous Young Inhumans (2011))

Plane Crash Blues (I Can't Play The Piano)

Big Jacket (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Death At The Movies (Eliminated in Round 1 by Fill In The Blank)

Jus' Tired (Eliminated in Round 1 by Sober To Death (2011))

Some Strange Angel

Knife In The Coffee

Disjecta Membra [1/17 (~6%) Remaining]

Endpiece (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Please Mr Pilot (Eliminated in Round 1 by I Wanna Sweat)

2:24 (Eliminated in Group Stage)

The Hard Part (Eliminated in Round 1 by Bodys (2011))

Sound Man/Low Fidelity (Eliminated in Round 1 by Hey, Space Cadet)

Napoleon (March On Russia) (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Drunk On A Work Night (Eliminated in Round 1 by Broken Birds (Rest In Pieces))

Love Me Too Much (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Dream: Encounter On Smoke Mountain (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Sinner

When Will My Man Come? (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Hi Life (Eliminated in Group Stage)

AC (Eliminated in Group Stage)

If Not, Then Oh Well (Eliminated in Round 1 by Destroyed By Hippe Powers)

Memories (Leonard Cohen Cover) (Eliminated in Group Stage)

KS (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Unfinished: Pain Star (If Heaven is full of people...) (Eliminated in Round 1 by Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales (Album Version))

How To Leave Town [6/9 (~67%) Remaining]

The Ending of Dramamine

Beast Monster Thing (Love Isn't Love Enough)

Kimochi Warui (When? When? When? When? When? When? When?)

I-94 W (832 mi) (Eliminated in Group Stage)

You're In Love With Me (Eliminated in Round 1 by Plane Crash Blues)

America (Never Been)

I Want You To Know That I'm Awake/i Hope That You're Asleep

is this dust really from the Titanic? (Eliminated in Round 1 by Beach Life-In-Death (2011))

Hey, Space Cadet (Beast Monster Thing In Space)

Teens of Style [5/11 (~46%) Remaining]

Sunburned Shirts (Eliminated in Group Stage)

The Drum (Eliminated in Round 1 by It's Only Sex)

Something Soon

No Passion (Eliminated in Round 1 by Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales (Single Version))

Times to Die

psst, teenagers, take off your clo

Strangers (Eliminated in Round 1 by Drugs With Friends)

Maud Gone

Los Borrachos (I Don't Have Any Hope Left, But the Weather is Nice)

Bad Role Models, Old Idols Exhumed (psst, teenagers, put your clothes back o) (Eliminated in Round 1 by I Want You To Know That I'm Awake/i Hope That You're Asleep)

Oh! Starving (Eliminated in Round 1 by Life Worth Missing)

Teens of Denial [9/12 (75%) Remaining]

Fill In The Blank

Vincent

Destroyed By Hippie Powers

(Joe Gets Kicked Out of School for Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn't a Problem)

Not What I Needed (Eliminated in Round 1 by Deadlines (Hostile))

Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales

1937 State Park

Unforgiving Girl (She's Not An)

Cosmic Hero

The Ballad of the Costa Concordia

Connect the Dots (The Saga of Frank Sinatra) (Eliminated Round 1 by beach fagz)

Joe Goes to School (Eliminated in Round 1 by Vincent)

Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) [10/10 (100%) Remaining]

My Boy (Twin Fantasy)

Beach Life-In-Death

Stop Smoking (We Love You)

Sober to Death

Nervous Young Inhumans

Bodys

Cute Thing

High to Death

Famous Prophets (Stars)

Twin Fantasy (Those Boys)

Making a Door Less Open [4/11 (~36%) Remaining]

Weightlifters (Eliminated in Round 1 by Cosmic Hero)

Can't Cool Me Down (Eliminated in Round 1 by Sober to Death (2018))

Deadlines (Hostile)

Hollywood

Hymn (Remix) (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Martin (Eliminated in Round 1 by Anchorite (Love You Very Much))

Deadlines (Thoughtful) (Eliminated in Round 1 by Kimochi Warui)

What's With You Lately (Eliminated in Round 1 by Twin Fantasy (Those Boys) (2018))

Life Worth Missing

There Must Be More Than Blood

Famous (Eliminated in Group Stage)

Other

Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales (Single Version)

Unforgiving Girl (She's Not A Single Version) (Eliminated in Round 1 by 1937 State Park)

War Is Coming (If You Want It) (Eliminated in Round 1 by Times To Die (2012))

Edit: Mirror to Mirror and Starving While Living were counted wrong. That's been fixed.

Edit 2: Forgot to mark Maud Gone (2012) as eliminated. I knew I'd miss at least one.

#car seat headrest tournament #tournament recap #stage 2 #round 1

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iolesims · 2 years ago

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🌷Round 1 Recap

Stornoway: population 9

We close out the first season in our new settlement. Spring gave the town an opportunity to get settled and plant some crops for the next season. Everyone is still in their original wood cabins, but progress is slowly being made to unlock modern amenities.

Aileen Thobanob has progressed to Intern as she learns the ropes of managing a new town.

A baby is coming! Elena Merlo is expecting and will give birth to the first baby in town in the summer.

Electricity and plumbing are in the works. Nathan Bell has been hard at work building up his Mechanical skill so he can one day build some new, modern homes.

The Kittridge family suffered the first illness and the first fire, but lucky were able to overcome them both and stabilize before the season turned.

#sims 2 #bacc #stornoway #stornoway: round 1 #stornoway: recap

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teamthunderdome · 11 months ago

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ROUND 1 RESULTS

For those of you just joining us...

The TEAM THUNDERDOME is a tumblr bracket in which teams of 3 or 4, both iconic and obscure, duke it out in deathmatches voted on by you, the viewer at home.

teams ENTERED the event, divided equally into 4 quarters.

teams remain.

These are their stories.

QUARTER 1

FIGHT #1 - [W] Team FANBOY (Fanboy, Chum Chum, Kyle) VS [L] Team WINCHESTER (Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley)

FIGHT #2 - [L] Team GONDOR (Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf) VS [W] Team TRIFORCE (Link, Zelda, Groose)

FIGHT #3 - [L] Team DEKU (Izuku, Ochaco, Shouto, Tsuyu) VS [W] Team RHYTHM THIEF (Raphael, Fondue, Marie, Charlie)

FIGHT #4 - [W] Team SHREK (Shrek, Fiona, Donkey, Puss in Boots) VS [L] Team HOMESTUCK (John, Rose, Dave, Jade)

FIGHT #5 - [L] Team TARDIS (The Doctor, Amy, Rory, River) VS [W] Team KRUSTY KRAB (SpongeBob, Patrick, Squidward, Mr. Krabs)

FIGHT #6 - [W] Team INCONCEIVABLE (Inigo, Fezzik, Vizzini) VS [L] Team ROTTEN (Robbie, Tobby, Bobby, Flobby)

FIGHT #7 - [L] Team UMIZOOMI (Milli, Geo, Bot) VS [W] Team OOO (Finn, Jake, Princess Bubblegum, BMO)

FIGHT #8 - [W] Team LOONEY (Bugs, Daffy, Porky, Michael) VS [L] Team STAR WARS (Luke, Han, Leia, Chewbacca)

QUARTER 2

FIGHT #1 - [W] Team JIGSAW (Kramer, Young, Hoffman, Gordon) VS [L] Team MUSKETEERS (Athos, Porthos, Aramis, D'Artagnan)

FIGHT #2 - [W] Team ELITE BEAT (Spin, J, Chieftain, Starr) VS [L] Team 1908 THOMAS FLYER (Schuster, Roberts, Hansen, MacAdam)

FIGHT #3 - [W] Team FORTRESS (Heavy, Medic, Engineer, Soldier) VS [L] Team BIONIS (Shulk, Reyn, Dunban, Sharla)

FIGHT #4 - [L] Team COOL RUNNINGS (Derice, Sanka, Junior, Yul) VS [W] Team SCIENCE (Gordon, Bubby, Tommy, Dr. Coomer)

FIGHT #5 - [L] Team AIONIOS (Noah, Lanz, Eunie, Riku) VS [W] Team MARIO (Mario, Luigi, Wario, Waluigi)

FIGHT #6 - [W] Team GHOSTS (Blinky, Pinky, Inky, Clyde) VS [L] Team NARUTO (Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura)

FIGHT #7 - [W] Team SONIC (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles) VS [L] Team METROCITY (Megamind, Roxanne, Minion, Metro Man)

FIGHT #8 - [W] Team PERSONA (Makoto, Kotone, Yu, Ren) VS [L] Team DOODLEBOPS (Deedee, Rooney, Moe)

QUARTER 3

FIGHT #1 - [W] Team LAYTON (Layton, Luke, Emmy) VS [L] Team KRISPIES (Snap, Crackle, Pop)

FIGHT #2 - [L] Team SMILING FRIENDS (Pim, Charlie, Alan, Glep) VS [W] Team RWBY (Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang)

FIGHT #3 - [W] Team MYSTERY INC (Fred, Shaggy, Velma, Daphne) VS [L] Team WIGGLES (Jeff, Anthony, Murray, Greg)

FIGHT #4 - [L] Team GARFIELD (Garfield, Jon, Odie, Liz) VS [W] Team WRIGHT (Phoenix, Apollo, Athena, Trucy)

FIGHT #5 - [L] Team OF LIGHT (Harker, Seward, Morris, Van Helsing) VS [W] Team WONDER PETS (Linny, Tuck, Ming Ming)

FIGHT #6 - [L] Team BAKUGO (Bakugo, Mina, Denki, Eijirou) VS [W] Team BEATLES (John, Paul, George, Ringo)

FIGHT #7 - [L] Team PUYO PUYO (Ringo, Arle, Amitie, Lemres) VS [W] Team WOOHP (Sam, Alex, Clover)

FIGHT #8 - [W] Team PILLAR MEN (Santana, Wham, ACDC, Kars) VS [L] Team HERCULES (Hercules, Iolaus, Salmoneus, Autolycus)

QUARTER 4

FIGHT #1 - [W] Team ROCKMAN (Rock, Roll, Blues, Bass) VS [L] Team ASKR (Alfonse, Anna, Sharena)

FIGHT #2 - [L] Team VOCALOID (Miku, Len, Rin) VS [W] Team DARK (Shadow, Rouge, Omega)

FIGHT #3 - [W] Team KEYBLADE (Sora, Donald, Goofy) VS [L] Team TWILIGHT (Bella, Edward, Jacob)

FIGHT #4 - [L] Team SHERLOCK (Sherlock, John, Mycroft) VS [W] Team MASH (Hawkeye, BJ, Charles)

FIGHT #5 - [L] Team GRYFFINDOR (Harry, Ron, Hermione) VS [W] Team CHANNEL 5 (Ulala, Space Michael, Jaguar, Pudding)

FIGHT #6 - [W] Team POWERPUFF (Blossom, Buttercup, Bubbles) VS [L] Team AVALANCHE (Cloud, Tifa, Barrett, Aerith)

FIGHT #7 - [W] Team AEGIS (Rex, Pyra, Mythra) VS [L] Team POOH (Winnie the, Piglet, Eeyore, Christopher Robin)

FIGHT #8 - [W] Team TALLY HALL (Rob, Andrew, Zubin, Joe) VS [L] Team REGULAR (Mordecai, Rigby, Muscle Man, Skips)

WE'LL SEE YOU IN ROUND 2!

in the meantime, while tourney officials are setting up the next round, please enjoy these HYPOTHETICAL NO-HOLDS-BARRED-(EXCEPT-FOR-THE-HOLDS-THAT-WE'VE-BEEN-BARRING-THIS-WHOLE-TIME) OFF-THE-WALL ON-THE-GROUND HEADS-UP-SEVEN-UP-(OR-I-GUESS-EIGHT-UP-(BECAUSE-THERE'S-EIGHT-OF-THEM)) CANONICALLY NON-CANON OFFICIALLY UNOFFICIAL SUPER DUPER ULTRA HYPER MEGA MONSTER COMBO BREAKER SMASH EXHIBITION MATCHES!

EXHIBITION MATCH - THE IDEA THAT BROUGHT ALL THIS UPON US Team DOODLEBOPS (Deedee, Rooney, Moe) VS Team WIGGLES (Jeff, Anthony, Murray, Greg)

EXHIBITION MATCH - TUMBLR, 2014 Team WINCHESTER (Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley) VS Team TARDIS (The Doctor, Amy, Rory, River) VS Team SHERLOCK (Sherlock, Watson, Mycroft) VS Team HOMESTUCK (John, Dave, Rose, Jade)

EXHIBITION MATCH - BATTLE OF THE REALLY LONG NAMES Team OF LIGHT (Jonathan Harker, Jack Seward, Quincey Morris, Abraham Van Helsing) VS Team 1908 THOMAS FLYER (George Schuster, Montague Roberts, Hans Hendrik Hansen, George MacAdam)

EXHIBITION MATCH - TEAMS OF TEAMS ARE OK TOO Conglomerate Team RHYTHM (Teams ELITE BEAT, CHANNEL 5, RHYTHM THIEF) VS Conglomerate Team PUZZLE (Teams LAYTON, WRIGHT, PUYO PUYO)

EXHIBITION MATCH - HONORABLE MENTIONS, PART I Team DRILLGIRL (Raven, Berrycream Frosting, Dark Shi) VS TEAM ONCE-LER (The Once-ler, The Once-ler, The Once-ler)

EXHIBITION MATCH - HONORABLE MENTIONS, PART II Team FOOTBALL (Pioneer 9, Pioneer 10, Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer) VS Team FAZBEAR (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy)

EXHIBITION MATCH - HONORABLE MENTIONS, PART III Team DELOREAN (Marty, Emmett, Clara) VS Team COUNCIL (Fauna, Kronii, Mumei, Baelz)

EXHIBITION MATCH - AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION Vote on the bracket structure for Round 2!

And remember - ALL VOTES ARE FINAL! Don't even THINK about running a loser's bracket. YOU'RE NOT GETTING ONE. As always,

Good luck to all participating teams!

#TEAM THUNDERDOME #tumblr bracket #bracket tournament #round 1 #recap #sparkle on raven #the life of drillgirl #the lorax #onceler fandom #17776 football #five nights at freddy's #is this where you want to be #back to the future #hololive #holocouncil #ceres fauna

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northboreas · 1 month ago

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Highlights from the Hachetfield Series Recap livestream for those who couldn't make it this morning:

- The Recap of all the Hachetfield lore also came with a game where the cast had to summarize each story, answer trivia questions, and avoid getting tokens

- The chat got to be apart of the game by donating to the kickstarter to help the players

- Each summary or question answered wrong got you one token, and getting 5 tokens made you a Clivesdale Chemist, there were also sudden death rounds

- Mariah Rose Faith listed all of the NPMD characters in her summary and only forgot about Ruth

- Joey Richter forgot the name of the Hachetfield High mascot Zeke despite playing Ezekiel the nighthawk in Nightmare time 2 (he named that bitch chauncy)

- Will Branner said he's a Black Friday stan :)

- During the blackout in one of the NPMD shows Nick Lang was sitting in the audience, when he stood up to address everyone else Angela's friends thought he was just some random guy

- "Jamie, we gotta go to church" --Joey Richter out of context

- Lauren Lopez later joined the stream and called Mariah a misogynist for forgetting about Ruth

- Then James Tolbert chimed in with "I love women"

- Everyone bullied Jon Matteson on stream and accused him of cheating multiple times, #freejon2025

- Curt Mega didnt have pants on during the recording of Nightmare time episode 1 (The Hachetfield Ape Man), he showed off the picture to the livestream

- To the question "Will we ever see Lucy Stockworth again?" Matt Lang said "No, I think her story is finished"

- Joey Richter got every single summary correct, he carried ngl

- Snoozle town (A song in Watcherworld) was recorded by Angela Giarratana in a closet

- During Black friday the cast started a prank club and destroyed Jon's life by giving him a fake cease and desist letter from Andrew Lloyd Webber's estate because Jon was promoting Cats on twitter at the time

- There was talk of Starkid having ideas for an immersive theatre experience based off of Blinky

- Nick lang once did the whole TGWDLM show with blocking entirely by himself just to time the length of the show

- We got MULTIPLE Diane cameos!!!!

- Jeff Blim was the first to get 5 tokens, he got saved from being a Chemist by telling a story about writing the Time Bastard theme

- Everyone teamed up halfway through the game and then still proceeded to get The Witch in the Web summary completely wrong

- There's a cut song from Black Friday called "Everywhere I Look I See My Dad" and the president was going to sing it while in the Black and White

- Jamie Lyn Beatty once pitched an ending for Black Friday where after "What If Tomorrow Comes" all the lights went out and you could hear Santa's sleigh

- They spun the wheel for sudden death and it landed ON THE CHAT. WE BECAME CLIVESDALE CHEMISTS.

- We saved ourselves by raising 415k for the kickstarter and became Nighthawks once again

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sexypeople-contests-2025 · 10 days ago

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Okay guys so just to recap, next years tumblr sexy people contests will start at the beginning of the year with the Tumblr Sexywoman form, the form to vote will start with the new year and continue until the contest starts, the contest will start in March and each of the six rounds will last 1 week, as soon as that ends the form for the next contest will start and the process will start again until the contest have ended. The losers from the three finals will compete for a chance and redemption and then the three finals will compete for the ultimate 2026 tumblr Sexyperson, if there’s anything you feel would help like a suggestion just let me know and I’ll look into adding it if it’s reasonable

#tumblr polls #tumblr sexypeople #tumblr 2026 #tumblr sexyperson #tumblr Sexyman 2026 #tumblr Sexywoman 2026 #tumblr Sexyenby 2026

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rootspiral · 7 months ago

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

here's another Agatha reflection that I didn't notice yesterday - it's a theme, I tell you

she's essentially doing what she does at the beginning of Wandavision, although with no prep time and no magic for costume changes: a ditzy over the top wife with the made up farway husband

I'd get a couple more candles back there, Lilia. You missed a spot.

But jokes aside, you know what she's doing? She's taking the piss out of agatha. this is Lilia we're talking about, the Seer. her job is literally to See. she knew who and what Agatha was the moment she stepped in, and frankly it's insulting that Agatha would try such cheap tricks on her. this is a little "fuck you agatha" before they get down to business and lilia can tell her to fuck off too

and yes, agatha underestimates lilia from the start, which is the point of lilia's character and the lesson she has to internalize. but the thing is, lilia IS amazing, powerful and wise from the very beginning. this whole scene is Lilia being better, smarter and more powerful than Agatha, she just doesn't have the self-confidence to recognize it

(but WHY beauford?? best name she could have picked)

lilia IS in control. she sets the pace of this encounter. agatha is a step behind, which is rare for her

fuck off, look at that stupid condescending little face

YASSS read her for filth! but let's recap her exact words (so I have an excuse to listen again to Patti's exquisite delivery and voice control)

"You've been under the influence of another. Someone you hurt." Wanda. And we go back to Agatha torturing Wanda and what it's doing to her, the guilt she feels.

"They took your agency. For three years." Agency is one of the main themes of this show and something that will touch Lilia up close too.

"It's not the first time your witch kin betrayed you." Not the other way round! Yes, Agatha has betrayed, she has hurt and killed. But we need to acknowledge that she was betrayed by her kin, her coven, her community first.

"But you survive, in a way few do." Agatha is a survivor. She dragged herself out of a hellpit, and she was maimed and turned into something horrible in the process. But she fucking survived.

"In fact, that's why you're here." Lilia knows EXACTLY what Agatha is planning, she knows that she's here to kill and she knows why. She knew from the start.

agatha's face falling more and more

YES. FUCK YES. THE PERFECT DICTION TROUGH GRITTED TEETH. SHE IS NOT INTERESTED!! GIVE THIS WOMAN ALL THE MONOLOGUES BECAUSE SHE'S GONNA CRUSH THEM

I know, Billy. this is also the way I look at stage goddess patti lupone

SHE IS CRYING AGAIN! DO YOU SEE IT!!! DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT?!!?!? SHE'S CRYING AT BEING SEEN SO CLEARLY, BECAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS HIDING. AND SHE'S CRYING WITH RELIEF, TRIUMPH AND GUILT BECAUSE SHE'S FOUND THIS AMAZING EXTRAORDINARY WONDERFUL WITCH AND SHE HAS TO KILL HER SO SHE WON'T DIE HERSELF TONIGHT

DON'T TOUCH ME, I'M IN A GLASSCASE OF EMOTIONS.

that's a predator right there

nuh-uh babe, she's got your number. you are not going to win this one. (i'm drinking up all the details in her room. look at that old singer sewing machine, that's a 70s or 80s model - everything in the room is at least 40 years old. Is she making herself a quilt? is she cold at night? we know she doesn't have the money to pay her bills)

I KNOW, BILLY!!!

lol, you know when patti told joe locke something like, 'sorry you're stuck here with all these old ladies'?? and he was like, no you don't undeRSTAND

(I mean, Patti has met plenty of gay boys. she understands.)

Lilia jumps for a moment to episode 5 and hears the ghost of Agatha's mom yelling at her. (aw, her chairs are all mismatched.)

Billy is always so polite. and look at Agatha's body language, she's doing the same thing she did when torturing Wanda, kind of hugging herself. both predatory and defensive, because, once again, she is not as comfortable as she seem. she is not being sincere, she is out to manipulate lilia, and she's not happy about it

I live for lilia's rants about the commodification and gentrification of the queer witch community (look at those gorgeous italian plates!)

she actually did bite a kid once

"when I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy? NO, I do NOT. BEAT IT, harkness!" I adore her delivery. and also. ouch. ouch. my sweet lilia. so many years, so much pain

When watching this scene for the first time, you identify with Billy and just sit back and enjoy these two extraordinary witches and actresses working together. the first episodes are high on comedy but they all have a serious, upsetting undertone, and it's especially gratifying to see how both actresses work with voice, face and body language to express what they can't say explicitly. Lilia is an incredibly old, wise, experience witch, but also tired, alone, humiliated. She's been jumping through time and she's really frightened about it. And right now? She's quite literally going against the most dangerous serial killer of witches in known history. She can stand her own against Agatha and then some, but she is not confident enough to see it yet.

A question that reads ironic but is delivered without a hint of irony. Why are you dragging a child into this? You of all people. Why are you putting a literal child in danger?

an ironic answer also delivered with no irony. it's threatening, and it's also protective of Billy

agatha gambles: maybe she can get lilia mad enough later and get blasted anyway. maybe she has other means to steal (a kiss, mayhaps?) And Billy better not hear this, she's not gonna kill him or anything but, you know, keeping her options open. just in case.

lilia DOES NOT need to return to her clairvoyant glory. lilia is one of the most if not the most powerful seer. her isolation is self-imposed. agatha is completely out of her depth here.

case in point: agatha does successfully con jen and alice, but she does NOT con lilia. not even close. she had nothing. lilia was in control of the conversation the whole time, seeing through agatha the whole time, and she was always going to say no.

"Three of Pentacles." collaboration, community, singular voices waiting to harmonize. Lilia REACHES THROUGH TIME and MAKES herself join Agatha. How fucking heartwrenching is that???? Agatha never tricked Lilia into doing anything. Lilia is sitting at the tarot table in her Glinda costume, for the first time fully confident and fully aware in her power, and she just - she grabs herself in the past and says, this is your family. this is your coven. you have chosen it. go and reclaim it. that is why Lilia follows them to the Road. not because Agatha is powerful, but because Lilia is.

and present Lilia is just so scared. she knows this is going to kill her.

FUCK I love this show so much!

(and a quick shoutout to @sapphicjew, I'm loving your commentary!)

go to episode 2 part 3

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #lilia calderu #patti lupone #kathryn hahn #agatha deep dive #billy maximoff #joe locke #character study

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1nk20ul · 5 months ago

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Discovering Jon and Martin’s Birthdays

It’s a wonder how much you can uncover about The Magnus Archives using only a bit of mathematics and a smidge of psychology.

Apparently I have too much time for both and can definitively say that I have revealed the absolute best and most accurate dates for both of their birthdays. Feel free to join me as we dissect piece by piece when these two were born and put to rest the age old question: What is Jon’s zodiac sign?

I’ll put the results in the tags as a TLDR if you’re not interested in reading my method and simply care about what star sign they are or what date to put in your calendar so you can go out for ice cream.

Statement Begins.

To find out the birthdays of Jon and Martin, we first must determine when exactly they joined the Archives. This will be important for the wider picture, as after all, the earliest possible birthday must take place after they start working there. We also must understand the Archive team’s speed in order to understand how to space out our statements and find that aforementioned number.

Gertrude Robinson passed away, according to her file, on the 15th of May 2015. This makes 15th May our earliest possible starting date. The next time the day’s date was specified was on 13th January 2016, when Naomi Herne gave a live statement. This is MAG 13, and our latest start date. Obviously, these numbers are nowhere close to the day we’re looking for, but they act as upper and lower limits. Our answer is somewhere inside.

In Jon’s supplemental notes for MAG 12, he states that Gerard Keay passed away late the previous year. Since Gertrude died after Gerard in early 2015, he must have died in late 2014. This confirms that MAG 1-12 was recorded to tape in 2015. We know that MAG 13, the next statement, was given live on 13th January 2016. This creates, at the very least, an almost two-week gap between archiving statements. This is likely due to the holiday season, so the time between 24th December and up to 1st January can be omitted. To recap, MAG 1-12 was recorded in 2015, and MAG 13 onwards in 2016.

The key to determining archival speed lies with Martin. Martin goes missing right before MAG 17 and reappears at the end of MAG 21. As he gave such a detailed account of those two weeks, our archiving timeline can be significantly accurate. MAG 19-20 were more than likely recorded on the same day, meaning three separate recording sessions took place in two weeks. However, it took a minimum of six weeks to record MAG 14-16.

So far, the timeline looks like this:

Now we have to figure out the left half.

Calculating the average time it takes to archive statements from MAG 13-22 (removing any outliers from our calculations), we can find a true average and apply it to the 2015 year. By March of The Magnus Institute’s 2016 calendar year, the Archive staff was able to archive 1.31 statements per week. I double-checked this number by doing the same with the statements recorded between MAG 22 and MAG 39. By multiplying the average amount of weeks it should take them by the adjusted number of statements recorded, it should equal the number of weeks it actually did take them. If the numbers are the same, the average is reliable. Hoping for the number 20, the number of weeks I had calculated... was 20.11. This average seems relievingly trustworthy and fits Elias’ complaint about the staff “barely getting through one statement per week.”

All we have to do now is multiply the first 12 statements by the 1.31 average to determine how many weeks it most likely took to do the recorded work of 2015. This leaves us with 15.72 weeks and makes the earliest and most probable start date somewhere around 5th September 2015. I will round this to 1st September as I am not expecting the team to start working on statements right out the gate, so these extra four days act as a buffer for everyone to get their bearings and find the tape recorder. Also, it’s convenient for Elias’ financials to start everyone on the 1st of the month.

Now is the fun part - the birthdays. We now know that Jon and Martin’s birthdays must fall somewhere between early September and the end of February. Since March kicks off the Archives living with the threat of Jane Prentiss, they have to take place before then. After that point, the team is far too stressed to have the carefree party heard in MAG 161. We also know that Martin’s birthday has to come before Jon’s, as the team mentions going out for ice cream at Jon’s party. This event has to be long enough in the past for Jon to forget about it, so their birthdays must be reasonably spaced out from one another in the allotted time. Likewise, an amount of time must have passed after their start date for the team to be close enough bond to want to celebrate Martin’s birthday.

Martin’s birth year is easy to determine. Martin tells us his age in MAG 56. His birthday could not have happened at this point in 2017, so his birth year must be 1987. In a Q&A, it was speculated that Jon and Martin have birthdays near each other (and one being slightly older than the other), so only 1987 and 1988 are our options for Jon’s birth year. Let’s look a bit closer at that.

Early ‘88 is closer to Late ‘87 than Early ‘87. At Jon’s birthday party, he says he’s turning 38. Martin is 29 at this time. The obvious conclusion to me is that Jon simply adds a decade to his age. (I find this the most hilarious yet believable scenario.) Jonny was also born in 1988, being 28 himself when that scene would take place. As Jon’s childhood details sometimes mirror Jonny’s, I am taking this as a sign of accuracy.

And by doing some additional work that I will not share here, I can reliably say that these are the best observed birthdays for Jon and Martin:

Martin - 23rd November, 1987

Jonathan - 2nd February, 1988

Also, this makes Martin a potential Valentine’s Day Baby. Do with that what you will.

Thanks for reading!

(Full timeline for those who are interested:)

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rafesfavgirl · 1 year ago

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gurl i neeed a part 2 of stop asking me to stay, that broke me😭😭😭

you ask, i deliver :) hope you like it!!

i don't regret a thing — r. cameron

part 1.

❝ we're not the only ones, i don't regret a thing every word i've said, you know i'll always mean ❞

pairing: ex-bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you and rafe have been dating for seven months, and while the relationship started it out well, as soon as the honeymoon phase ended (about 3 months in), everything went to shit. you've been trying to put up with it, knowing the situation with ward, but tonight, you realize you've had enough.

words: 2.4k+

warnings: swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of drug use, mainly fluff, a little angst, might still make you cry. rafe being an absolute simp for you, basically.

rafe wakes up the next morning, faced-down on topper's living room couch with almost no recollection of what happened the night before. except one thing—you'd finally walked away from him.

"not enough to choose me. you give in every time." your words echo in his head, as he opens his eyes.

fuck. what did he do?

"good morning sunshine," kelce comes down the stairs and greets rafe, who looked as if he couldn't move from the couch. "you sleep well?"

"i slept like shit," rafe groans, finally sitting himself up. "what the hell happened last night?"

"you mean other than you getting coked out and royally screwing things over with y/n?" kelce sasses him. "not much bro."

rafe shoots him a glare. "i did not royally screw things over with y/n."

"are you sure about that?" kelce raises a brow at him. "cause i had to drive her home last night crying, bro."

rafe's ear perk up at kelce's confession of you crying over him. you wouldn't have. you were the one who broke up with him.

"she was crying?" rafe asks.

"do you seriously even have to ask?" kelce replies. "i can't even count on two hands how many times you've made her cry the last few months."

no, that couldn't be true. surely he hadn't made you cry that often.

"shut the fuck up kelce," rafe gets up from the couch in complete denial of how shitty he's treated you the last few months and makes his way over to the kitchen.

rafe opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, while kelce joins him in the kitchen.

"you know it's true," kelce says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. "you just never see it, because she won't let you."

was he right?

"you know how y/n is, bro," kelce adds, as i take a sip of water. "she'll never let you know you're hurting her, because you fear nothing more than being the cause of her pain and losing her. but she's also not going to beg and cry for you to stay and fight for her."

i did know that. that's what i loved about her. she didn't necessarily play hard to get when i tried asking her out on a date after months of texting, but she didn't give in too easily either. she wanted me to prove i was serious about her before giving me a real chance. she knew her worth.

i recap the bottle i'm drinking from and set it down on the counter beside me, my eyes focused on kelce. "so what should i do?"

kelce holds his hands up. "if you don't know by now, i can't help you."

—

rafe wasn't an idiot. he knew what he had to do.

so, after going home and taking a shower to freshen up and get a change of clothes, he drove to the flower shop in town to get you a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, then nothing bundt cakes to get your favorite treat—a white chocolate raspberry bundt cake—and finally, your house.

once he parked his truck in front of your house and got out, he went through his usual routine of rounding around to your backyard, where he moved the ladder the gardeners used towards your bedroom window.

he climbed up and knocked, balancing the flowers and bundt cake in one hand.

you were sitting in bed watching after we fell on your laptop with a box of tissues beside you and puffy, red eyes when you hear the knock on your window.

without even thinking about it, you already knew who it was. this was just what he did. and against your better judgment, you got up from your bed, and walked over to pull the curtains open and find rafe outside with a regretful look on his face, a bouquet of flowers and a small box of your favorite treat.

slowly, but surely, you unlock the window and pull it up.

"i'm sorry," he speaks before you can, and you scoff.

"you know, i'm getting real sick of hearing you say that," you reply, turning around to walk away and reposition yourself back on your bed, while he slips in through your window.

"i got you flowers," he offers you a small smile and holds both items out to you. "and your favorite bundt cake. white chocolate raspberry."

your eyes shift from the gifts in his hand to his piercing blue eyes. they were no longer dark like they were last night, but there was a sense of uncertainty in them. like he wasn't sure he could win you back.

"so what? am i suppose to just forgive you? just like that?" you retort.

he lets out a sigh, and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, placing both items down on your bed next to your box of tissues. he finally gets a good look at you—from the messy bun on your head, to the bags under your eyes from barely getting any sleep last night, to your red, puffy eyes—and realizes just how badly he's messed up this time.

"i should've just fucked all those other girls. at least they know how to have fun." he still couldn't believe he said those words to you last night.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness," he admits. "i know that. but i want it, y/n. and i'm willing to work for it."

while those words were music to your ears, you were apprehensive. he apologizes every time. and while things do change for a while, they're never permanent. and a week or two from now, you'd be back in this same situation again. was that really worth it?

"i know i don't deserve any more chances," he continues, his eyes only focused on yours. "but i promise… i promise just give me one more and you won't regret it."

your eyes shift between his. he looked a little… scared? was he really that afraid to lose you?

"i don't know, rafe," you say honestly, shifting a little. "you've hurt me so bad… i don't know if i can take you doing it one more time."

"i'm not going to," he immediately shakes his head and reaches out to take your hands in his, fiddling with your fingers and glancing down at them. "please, baby, please. just let me show you i'm the guy for you. that i can be the guy you need and want me to be."

"how?"

"you'll give me a chance?" he asks, his eyes lighting up at the idea of being given another chance to win you back.

despite your brain screaming at you not to, your heart wins over and you nod. you couldn't help it. every part of you yearned for him. and if he was willing to show you that he really could be the guy you knew he was—the guy you fell in love with—then maybe it would be worth it.

"wear something nice," he says. "i'll come back to pick you up at seven."

—

at exactly seven on the dot, you hear rafe park his car in front of your house, and look out your bedroom window to see him dressed in skinny black slacks and a long sleeve, white button down carrying a bouquet of red roses as he walked towards your driveway and front door.

you can't help the small smile that forms on your face as you hurry to strap your heels on and look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before grabbing your purse off your vanity and heading down the stairs.

"where are you heading off to?" your mom asks when you pass by the living room, all dressed up.

"date with rafe," you reply, walking towards the front door.

your parents had never been rafe's biggest fan—they weren't exactly unaware of how often he's made you cry the last couple of months—but they also knew they couldn't stop you from dating whoever you wanted, so they never fought you on it, and you were grateful for that. it was comforting to know they'd support you no matter what happened.

taking a deep breath, you place your hand on the doorknob, and finally open the door when the bell rings.

rafe's eyes instantly widen at the sight of you, his eyes trailing down your body wrapped in a tight, short, satin red dress. "wow," he gasps. "you- you look…"

your cheeks redden at his loss of words. "you don't clean up too bad yourself, cameron."

he smiles at your use of his last name as a nickname, and holds the red roses in his hand out to you. "these are for you."

"you already got me flowers this morning, you know," you joke, taking the bouquet from him. your mom was gonna be pleased to know rafe was back to filling up all her flower vases.

"i know, but…" he trails off. "you deserve the best."

the blush on your cheeks deepen at his words. "give me a second," you turn to walk back towards the living room, and set the bouquet down on the coffee table in front of your parents. "don't wait up."

they don't even get a word in before you're walking away again to join rafe outside.

"shall we?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes, as you closed the door behind you.

"just… one more thing," a sly smile comes across his lips, as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a black blindfold.

you stare at it, your mouth agape. "you're kidding, right?"

he shrugs, "i want it to be a surprise."

you groan, but give in anyway. "fine. but if i trip in these heels because i can't see where i'm going, consider us broken up for good."

he laughs at the threat, even though a part of him was afraid you still wouldn't forgive him after tonight. "you know i won't let that happen. turn around."

you do as he says, and he ties the blindfold around your eyes, before taking your hand in his and leading you down the driveway towards his car parked up on the curb. he opens the door for you, and carefully helps you into the passenger seat, before closing the door and rounding the car to get in the driver's seat.

the second the engine comes on, your romantic taylor swift playlist plays through the car's speakers.

"you didn't," you say. he would always complain when you had aux because she was all you'd ever play.

"i guess she's not too bad," rafe shrugs, chuckling as you began singing along to the lyrics of wildest dreams.

rafe continued driving through the island for another ten or fifteen minutes, before he finally pulled the car to a stop in front of his family's beach house on the edge of figure eight, completely secluded from everything else.

he gets out of the car first, and helps you out, taking your hand in his to lead you through the house and out to the back porch.

"are you ready?" he leans in towards your ear, and goosebumps rise along your skin at his proximity.

you nod, and he reaches his hands up to the back of your head to untie the blindfold.

it takes a little while for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, a feeling of warmness fills your heart at the sight in front of you.

red rose petals were scattered in the sand of the private beach, along with fairy lights, a candlelit table for two set up in the center of it all, as acoustic instrumentals of taylor's best love songs played through the speaker situated on the porch.

"you like it?" he asked.

you turn your head to look at him. "rafe, i… it's perfect."

"that's what i was going for," he shrugs smugly, and nods his head towards the set up. "come on."

you both remove your shoes, before he takes your hand in his again and leads you down the back porch to the table in the middle of the beach.

"i can't believe you did this for me," you say, as he pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

"i'd do anything for you," he smiles, taking the seat across from you once you're seated.

—

after a three course dinner and a bottle of wine, which was all served to the both of you by a waiter that rafe hired from the country club, the night slowly came to an end, an endless amount of stars filling the night sky above you.

but while you were focused on the stars, rafe was focused on you.

"god, you're beautiful," he says, causing you to look at him now.

you chuckle, "shut up."

"no, i'm fucking serious," he replied, standing up from his seat.

you watched him carefully as he walked over to you, and held a hand out.

you glance at his hand and tilt your head up at him, "what are you doing?"

"dance with me," he says.

"you're asking me to dance?" you raise a brow at him.

"mhm," he nods. "you gonna say yes?"

"well how can i say no?" you reply, a small smile forming on your lips as you put your hand in his.

he leads you a few feet away from the table, and rests a firm hand on your waist, as you trail a hand up to his shoulder.

he locks his eyes with yours as you both begin swaying to taylor's timeless, and scans your face.

"what?"

he shakes his head, "i don't deserve you..."

"rafe…"

"but i'm gonna do everything i can to make sure i become the kind of guy who does," he cuts me off. "i want to be better, y/n. not only for you, but for myself too."

you smile, and pull him closer, your hand snaking to the back of his head.

"i'm sorry for being such an ass the last few months," he says, and you close my eyes, taking the moment in as he continues. "i know i haven't deserved all the chances you've given me, but i'm not gonna disappoint you again. i want to be the guy you think i am."

you pull away, just enough to have your eyes lock with his.

"you are that guy, rafe," you tell him, and you mean it. "you just need to let him show more."

he smiles, "you're pretty damn amazing, you know that?"

"so i've been told," you shrug jokingly.

he chuckles. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

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PROPAGANDA

Brainstorm:

Builds a lot of insane weapons. Built a gun that allows you to break the fourth wall and the guy that got hit by it did the recaps for the rest of the series. Invented timetravel for gay (and probably self destructive) reasons. My silly little guy

Spoilers duh but like. This is a guy who decided to singlehandedly figure out time travel because he was gay and his one-sided crush died horrifically. Regularly makes batshit insane guns in the lab for fun. Joined the Decepticons for FUNDING??? Doesn't even really give a fuck about the Decepticons aside from that??? Has some gay shit going on with his current lab partner but he was briefly wanted for ratting on everyone to the infamous torture murder people so he's not gonna worry about that right now. When he learned the planet he was on got blown up into another universe he squealed over it and started running in circles in excitement. One of the aformentioned guns from earlier turns people in fucked up vampire zombie things. He's silly and he's mildly insane probably and I love him dearly he's so special to me. Also he likes to hang upside down when he does things in his lab. He's great please read MTMTE he's such a highlight.

Tarantulas:

In Beast Wars this guy almost eats another dude (so he's canonically into cannibalism) and transfers his subconscious into another person to puppeteer them. In the comics he creates fursuits (organic bodies) for his fellow alien robots to live in, going so far as to create a human one for his buddy to inhabit and consequentially go terrorize the populace by running for the senate. He ALSO invents a pocket dimension whose only purpose is to torment people and manages to create an "artificial spark", thus creating life in a specie that reproduces asexually by sprouting from the ground, all to please a guy who locks him into the aforemention torment dimension. AND he's a giant spider

Used mad science to turn himself into a spider and create a son

#mad scientist showdown #round 1 #transformers #brainstorm #tarantulas

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animasola86 · 3 months ago

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LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH10

Daddy waits for you to come back from your adventures with Mommy, and he's not happy... but neither is Mommy. Can you help reconcile the two?

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. Explicit language. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Aftercare talk with Daddy. Hurt/Comfort. Jealousy? Fluff. Is kissing considered smut? (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 4.6k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9��10–11–12

A/N: RECAP: Reader (we call her Pumpkin) is in her 20s, has hair and female genitalia, suffers from depression and anxiety, and has agreed to become the little girl/submissive to a couple she's supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, who are in their early/late thirties. (I now have Pinterest boards - if you'd like some visuals/moodboards to your reading! This one made by a lovely reader, and this one that I made. Enjoy!)Daddy POV incoming, by the way!

Chapter 9 🔷️ Chapter 10 🔷️ Chapter 11

Noah paced the living room, stealing glances at his watch more often than he cared to admit. He felt antsy. Isabella wasn't back yet, but his biggest concern centered around you. He'd known she would take you on another Girls' Day Out, but if he'd known she would take you to that little cafe of hers, he would have whisked you away again. (Maybe calling her driver hadn't been the best idea, sometimes ignorance is bliss, but he was too worried to not ask around where you were.)

Isabella's collection of pets had always irked him, how she kept pulling in more and more girls for her nasty little schemes, even convincing some of his former subs to join the ranks, it felt a little bit like betrayal. But maybe he just didn't like it because he was never allowed inside. Female-only. What a waste. He understood the wish for safety and to be amongst themselves, but it all felt a little excessive. His worst fear now was that she had lured you in as well.

You were supposed to be their little girl, not another pawn to entertain the bored housewife from next door. He hoped she didn't make you do anything you didn't want. You'd only been with them for what, three days now? It must already be so overwhelming for you, partly because of him as well, but to see behind Isabella's friendly facade so quickly might be too much for you.

He'd been surprised how quickly she had adjusted to being nice and caring, a side of her he hadn't seen often, but she'd grown into her role of Mommy so fast, it had been quite impressive. Now she only had to stick to it, a trait she wasn't particularly known for. The woman could switch faces faster than he could blink sometimes. A strange talent, one you hopefully would never get to experience, at least not anytime soon.

If it were up to him, then he'd keep you in your room, hold you in his arms, spend hours, days, weeks in bed with you, and pamper the hell out of you. You wouldn't have to leave the house, unless you wanted to, and he wouldn't subject you to tiring shopping trips or beautification marathons or anything else unsettling to you. He just wanted to cuddle. And fuck. And cuddle some more. To make you feel better, to ease your worries. And because he couldn't get enough of you.

He was just rounding the kitchen island for the umpteenth time when he heard the click of the lock. You're back! Quickly crossing the kitchen, he entered the foyer the moment Isabella pulled you into the house after her, behind her the driver laden with large bags. She met Noah's gaze, fighting an eye-roll he was sure, while he forced himself to wait by the stairs, giving you space, waiting for you to come to him.

But you didn't come. You stood a little awkwardly next to Isabella, chewing on your lip, your cheeks flushed, your eyes flickering over to him, but then focusing on the floor beneath your feet. He frowned and waited, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched your Mommy instruct the driver to bring the bags upstairs, before she looked at you, caressed your blooming cheek and nodded. And only then would you walk towards him, your head bowed, looking at him from under your lashes.

He relaxed, smiling softly as you approached. “Hello, Daddy,” you whispered, timidly looking up at him.

His arms were around you in no time. “Hey pumpkin, I've missed you,” he cooed into your ear as he lifted you up, hugging you tightly. You squirmed in his hold, before he shifted you, one arm under your rear, your pelvis pressing into his hip, legs falling open, your arms slowly finding the courage to snake around his shoulders. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face in the crook of his neck, finally warming up to him again. Whatever Isabella had put you through, it clearly influenced how easy it had been for you to be around him. He sighed, kissing the top of your head.

He held you close, feeling your soft breaths against his skin, when your Mommy chimed in once more. “Three days, Noah,” she told him, staring at him as she started ascending the stairs.

A noise of confirmation left his throat. His eyes searched your bare arms until he saw the band-aid on the right one. Too bad. But he'd already waited three days, he could wait three more until he could finally sink his cock into your tight little cunt, filling you up like he promised you he would, without having to worry about getting you pregnant.

“Did it hurt, pumpkin?” he asked quietly as he carried you into the kitchen, gently setting you down on the counter before he looked down at you with a smile.

You gave him a shrug, but couldn't meet his eyes. “It was okay,” you mumbled.

He carefully rubbed his palm over your arm, feeling the slight bump of the implant under your skin. “My brave girl,” he whispered, leaning down a little. “It'll be all worth it, trust me.” Your lips twitched, even more so when he wrapped his hands around your waist and teased his thumbs against your ribs, coaxing a little giggle out of you as he tickled you.

“Daddy!” you shriek-laughed, squirming against him.

He let go of you and grabbed your face, bending down to capture your parted lips for a quick but intense kiss, the short taste of you not enough to sate his own urges, but a nice preview of what was to come.

“So, what did you and Mommy do today, hm?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back up, his hands caressing your warm face.

“After the doctor, we had lunch,” you started, pursing your lips as you tried to remember, your cheeks flooding with warmth as you did. “And then we... uh... we went to... Lady Noir.” He raised his eyebrows at that. “And Mommy bought some... things... and then we... we went to... a cafe...”

Keeping it vague, hm? Did she tell you to do so or was it your choice to stay away from the details? Were you too embarrassed to admit you went to a sex shop and a kinky pet cafe? Probably. He wanted to learn more, but he didn't want to push you either. In the end, it didn't matter, you were back now, back in his arms, and tomorrow was his turn again.

“Sounds fun,” he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Was it fun?”

You looked up at him, face heating up even more under the gentle rubbing of his thumbs. A slow nod into his hands told him you at least enjoyed yourself a bit, but you did seem a little hesitant about it. Understandable. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for an innocent girl to be dragged into a sex shop and meeting the intimidating owner, and getting to see a bunch of masked and collared girls afterwards.

“Remember, pumpkin, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you have to tell us, okay? You're allowed to say no.” You're not a pet, he wanted to add, but kept it to himself.

You nodded, holding his gaze. “I know, Daddy,” you whispered, giving him a shy smile. He bent down again and pressed his forehead to yours, watching you. Then he felt your fingers brushing against his belt.

“Are you hungry, little one?” he whispered, smirking at you. When you averted your eyes, your cheeks scorching under his hands, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours, gently, soft, slow, until it was you who mirrored his motions and took the initiative.

Your hands moved around his waist, holding on, pulling him slightly closer. He felt how you spread your legs and nudged him between them, your feet hooking around the backs of his legs, while your tongue teased at the seam of his lips. He granted you access, one of his hands sliding around your head to hold you in place as the other moved down your side and rubbed along your thigh.

Noah was tongue-deep in your mouth when he paused, the hand on your leg pushed under the hem of your dress, noticing something that made him lean back and look down. You squirmed a little, your hands finding his wrist, but he still managed to pull your dress up to expose your bare cunt.

“Where are your panties, pumpkin?” he breathed against your trembling lips.

You swallowed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He watched you and waited for a reply. “I... I... uh, must have forgotten them...” He raised an eyebrow, leaning back a little more, straightening up to tower over you. “I lost them?” you tried again, but he only narrowed his eyes. “I... uh... A girl took them!” you finally blurted out in a strained breath, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress.

“A girl took them?” he repeated quietly.

“In the cafe,” you croaked, still not meeting his gaze, highly embarrassed.

“Hmm,” he made, leaning his arms on either side of your hips, bending over you. “What did Mommy do? What did she tell the girls there to do to you?” he then whispered, brushing his nose against yours so you'd look at him. When you did, you blinked quickly, your eyes glistening.

You parted your lips, a little gasp escaping you, before you pressed your mouth shut again, looking away.

“Look at me, baby,” he said quietly. You did, instantly, sending a shiver down his spine. “You can tell me what she did. Or did she tell you to lie? I really don't like liars, pumpkin. I think we should be honest with each other...”

He saw and heard how you swallowed thickly, your lashes fluttering. “Please don't be mad at Mommy,” you then said barely audible. “I don't want you to fight.”

“Oh baby girl,” he sighed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from you, his other hand resting next to your thigh. “I won't be mad, but I need to know if she did something that you didn't like, that made you uncomfortable. She can't do that. That's not how this works!” Slowly he looked back at you. “We're supposed to make you feel better...”

Your hands found his side, small fingers digging into his hip, gripping at the fabric of his shirt. “You do, you do make me feel better, you and Mommy. In your own ways...”

“What did she do, pumpkin?” he asked again, taking a step back, settling between your legs, one hand raised to rub the back of his finger along your cheek.

“She... she asked a girl to... to...” you started, but then shook your head, letting out a frustrated grunt as you looked away. “I can't say it... but... it was okay, Daddy, I didn't not like it, you know? It was different, but it was... good...”

He stared at you, clenching his jaw. “What else?” he asked curtly, his voice a little too sharp. He noticed the flinch but couldn't help his cold demeanor.

“She... she made me... uh... carry a... a... you know...”

“A what?”

“V-vib-vibra...”

“A vibrator?” he helped you out. You nodded, staring at your hands on his waist. “She made you wear a vibrator in public?”

You swallowed, biting your lip. He sighed, fighting the storm raging inside him. Isabella had always been impatient, but this was going too far. She had the right ideas, introducing you to these things, but it was all too fast. You went from being miserable and alone and sexually inexperienced to having a random girl eat your cunt in a public place, wearing a vibe, and whatever else she subjected you to.

He could tell you were loyal to her, and that was a good thing, but she couldn't manipulate you like that. You were taken advantage of, and it wasn't right. He paused, thinking back to how he'd taken advantage of your vulnerable state as well. He hadn't been very patient either, now that he thought about it. Whatever happened in the shower hadn't been planned like that, but it happened, just like the handjob after, the cuddles/dry humping at night. Had he manipulated you too?

But it had been him, your Daddy, who was allowed to do these things to you. While Mommy used foul tricks, letting others work for her, using toys, dragging you to sex shops and kink cafes, subjecting your innocent mind to all those kinds of depravities. What came next? Trying to spank your worries out of you, showing you the full delights of BDSM? He wouldn't let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. Some day, sure, but you had just started your journey into their world, leaving your old one behind. You needed more time.

He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, before he stepped in and threw his arms around you, hugging you close to his chest. You let out a surprised little squeak, but quickly mirrored the embrace.

“Daddy?” you whispered softly.

“Hm?” he hummed, not wanting to let go.

“It's okay, Daddy,” you said, your hands rubbing over his broad back. “I'm okay.”

He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with your sweet scent, calming down slowly. “Of course you are, pumpkin,” he rasped back. “My brave little girl.”

He held you for another moment, before he slowly leaned back, his hands on your arms, a gentle pressure as he looked down at you. You blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, but eyes attentive and warm.

“Listen, baby, there's nothing wrong with vibrators or having your pussy eaten – yeah, I figured that's what happened,” he added when you flinched and looked away. “I know Mommy's favorite places, I know how her beautifully dirty mind works. I was just worried she'd overwhelmed you with all that. It's going way too fast, don't you think?”

“Maybe a little,” you whispered, biting your lip. He moved a hand to your chin, making you look up at him.

“We'll take it slower from here on out, okay?” he said softly. “Cuddles on the couch, cuddles in bed, whatever happens happens, but no more visits to sex shops or letting random people pleasure you! That's mine and Mommy's job, and nobody else's.”

You watched him closely, a shy smile grazing your lips. His fingers curled around your head as he leaned closer, pulling you against him to claim your mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” you breathed into him before he slipped his tongue between your lips, meeting yours, your hands grabbing at his waist as you kissed him back.

He quickly lost track of time as he sank into your sweet taste and scent and feel, his head spinning when he eventually leaned back, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him there, your fingers gingerly slipping into his hair. If he looked past the ups and downs, this was exactly what he had wanted. To find comfort in your embrace, to find peace in your innocence.

His arms were tight around your body as he lifted you up, settling you back on his hip. Like a child, his baby, his beautiful baby girl. He moved his hands to hold onto your rear, looking down at you as you met his gaze with big eyes, a shy little smile grazing your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed. He could get lost in you, just looking at you, feeling you, hearing your soft breaths. You were intoxicating.

“Daddy?” you broke the spell, one of your hands rubbing over his cheek, the scratch of his beard loud in his ears.

He blinked his eyes into focus. “Yes, pumpkin?”

“Can we... visit Mommy?” you then asked, biting your lip. “She's all alone upstairs...”

Tilting his head, he shifted you on his hip. “She's probably fine, changing into something more comfortable or taking a shower. Do you want to join her?”

“I...” You looked away, blushing a little more. “That's not...” You exhaled loudly through your nose before you looked back at him. “It's just... I feel a little bad... when I'm... with you, you know? I don't want her to feel left out...”

He frowned. “You think she feels left out? What makes you say that?”

“I mean... like... when I went shopping with her, and to have my... uh... well, when she made me... hm... presentable again? I mean, when I came home after that I went straight to you, completely ignoring her. That's... that's not fair, isn't it?”

Watching you as you stumbled over your words, he felt his jaw clenching. “That's why you hesitated today? To come to me?” he said quietly.

You nodded, averting your gaze. “Sorry, Daddy... I... I don't know how to... well... I want to please both of you... because you're both so good to me... but I don't know how...”

“Shh, it's alright,” he whispered, pulling you closer against him, one arm under your rear, the other holding the back of your head. “Do not stress about that, baby girl. We are all still trying to get the hang of this. We'll find our rhythm, we'll do things together, you and me, you and Mommy, and Mommy, you and me. It's new to us too, you know, to share a pretty girl like you?”

You snuggled into him, your arms tight around his neck, your soft breaths ghosting his skin. “She's not jealous?” you muttered barely audible.

He couldn't help the laugh ripping from his throat. “Oh pumpkin, your Mommy is a very passionate person, she is full of emotions, she may be a little jealous, but she will have to learn to deal with it. It was her idea after all, you know, to get a little girl, to share you with me. We're all in this together. You too have to learn to share us, it may not always be in equal parts, but we'll deal with it, it'll be okay. You will be okay when I spend special time with Mommy, right, baby?”

You leaned your head back, looking at him with a frown. “Special time?”

He smirked. “When I fuck her, pumpkin,” he said, savoring the flinch crashing through your small body. “You are the center of our attention, but before you came to us, we were people with needs too. If that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell us. We can keep to ourselves, but you can also always join us if you like. Actually, I insist on including you one day, when you're ready.”

Watching the heat wandering into your face was a tad bit too amusing to him. You squirmed a little, licking your lips, unable to meet his eyes.

“Let's ask Mommy what she thinks about that, hm?” he mused quietly, brushing his lips against your temple as he shifted you in his arm, holding you tighter.

“Okay, Daddy,” you whispered, leaning against him as he carried you back into the foyer and up the stairs.

Before they became business partners, Noah and Isabella had been lovers, or rather special friends with benefits, using each other to get off and find peace in the other's body, a foolproof way to ease any kind of tension. Though they soon noticed that they weren't made for a conventional relationship, they still decided to move in together, find a nice house at the edge of town, make it their own.

They both owned it equally, both had their own rooms in opposite wings of the house. They shared the kitchen, living room and one bedroom, previously used for when they needed more than a quick fuck in either of their beds. Somehow that bedroom had turned into their own private 'red room' (despite being decorated in neutral grays and blues), with closets filled with various toys and other accessories he couldn't wait to introduce you to as well. But all in good time.

Your room sat on the other side of the hallway, opposite their shared bedroom, and they had agreed to sleep in your bed as often as you wanted them to. As he carried you along the hallway, he realized they hadn't even given you the grand tour yet, there were more rooms you hadn't seen before, a library, a play room with pool table and dart board, an indoor pool and a gym, the garden with another pool and a hot tub, some other rooms they could turn into anything you liked. So much to discover.

For now he brought you all the way to the left where Isabella's suite was: a bedroom, large ensuite bathroom, even larger walk-in closet, an office, a hobby room, even a little kitchenette. His part of the house looked similar, only he had an additional treadmill facing the garden instead of the lavish creative outlets she had. While his side had muted colors, masculine and minimalist, hers was bright with golden accents and marble, lots of whites and soft yellows and bright oranges, the occasional beige, terracotta floors instead of dark woods. Full of flowers and big plants. It looked airy and inviting, a hint of Latin flair, warm and welcoming.

He rapped his free hand against her door and listened, while you stiffened in his hold. Looking at you, he met your gaze and understood, slowly letting you down. You gave him a soft smile and grabbed his other hand, waiting patiently beside him, so small and cute in your pink sundress. He knocked again, no response.

“Isabella?” he called, waited. There was a shuffle behind the door, and when it opened, Isabella's gaze was dark and tight when she met his.

“What do you –” she started, anger in her voice, but then her eyes flicked to your form beside him, and her features softened instantly. “Cariño?”

“We wanted to visit you, Mommy,” you whispered a little timidly, squeezing Noah's hand.

He squeezed back, then released it, moving his to rest on your back as he gave you a little nudge.

“I was about to take a shower,” Isabella said softly, focusing on you. “Do you want to join me?”

He watched the heat rise in your face again, smiling softly. “I think our little girl wants to do something with the both of us, babe,” he mused carefully.

She looked at him, the tension growing around her eyes. He knew she was about to find excuses, shut him out again, probably still mad at him for not telling her about the unplanned hiking adventure/overnight stay in the woods. He didn't wait for her to find her words, instead he took a step past you and grabbed her waist, pulling her against him. Isabella squirmed, but Noah was stronger, and before she could do anything else, he leaned down to smack his lips to hers, silencing her with a hungry kiss.

He was rougher with her than he was with you, but that was what Isabella needed, someone to ground her, hold her tightly, squeeze the frustrations out of her. Usually he'd tie her up and spank her until she cried, then fucked the rest of her pent-up emotions right out of her, finally releasing all the stress accumulated behind her pretty eyes, but for now he opted for a simple kiss, and it seemed to be enough. Her arms snaked around his waist, a firm embrace, bone crushing if she'd be any stronger, but he could handle it.

“I'm sorry about this morning,” he breathed against her lips as they parted to draw breaths.

She stared at him, her eyelashes fluttering. “Time management and communication, Noah, so important,” she sighed, smirking at him.

“I know. Let's work on that, okay? Together?”

“Okay,” she replied, leaning up to press her full lips to his once more.

They both loosened their arms around each other at the same time, then slowly leaned away and looked towards you, and he felt a little sting to his heart when he saw your expression. A mixture of confusion, happiness and maybe also that jealousy he warned you about earlier.

He extended his arm to you and you quickly grabbed his hand, letting your mixed emotions behind as you were pulled between Noah and Isabella, who both hugged you tightly, their lips finding your warm cheeks. It was a strange embrace, a tangle of limbs, awkward angles, but filled with little laughs and squeaks and chuckles. It felt good.

“Come on then,” Isabella whispered, snuggling against you while Noah kissed the top of your head, “I think we all really need that shower now. Good thing I have such a large one...”

“And an even bigger heart,” he cooed, grinning at her. She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled back all the same.

Together, the three of you walked (stumbled) through her door into the suite, heading straight to the large bathroom. Noah held your right hand, Isabella your left, and you walked between them without fussing, following along, submitting so beautifully. Inside the vast tiled room, he stopped for a moment and looked down at you.

“And you're okay with sharing a shower with Mommy and Daddy, pumpkin?” he asked quietly. You tilted your head up and nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” you murmured, your entire face flushed. “I... I wanna do more with... both of you...” you added even quieter, earning you a tight hug from Isabella and a warm smile from him.

“We too, mi amor, we'll start with kisses,” she said softly, pressing her lips to your cheek before grabbing Noah's neck to pull him down and kiss his jaw as well. “And hugs and cuddles and warm showers...” She inhaled deeply, her arms around your body and half of Noah's. “And eventually, hmm, maybe even tonight? We'll share a bed... and all the fun things you do in one, hm?”

She nuzzled your neck, tickling a giggle out of you, while he stood and watched his girls, his hands on both your and Isabella's back, a fuzzy warmth settling low in his stomach.

It had been a while since he'd felt this content. Never in his busy life would he have thought he'd be the domestic type, never thought about having his own kids, or building a family. It hadn't been on the agenda, didn't fit him. But now, with you, he was able to pick the best aspects of a traditional family life and make it his own, your own, their own.

You were old enough to be your own person, but in this unconventional relationship, he could still treat you like the kid he might have never wanted but now knew he needed. He needed you, his little girl, to ground him, to ease the tension, to settle down. Feel your small hands on him, your soft lips against his (around his cock), your little body under his, on top of his, beside his. You close to him, whenever he could.

That was your role, and he knew you felt the same, needed the contact as well, the reassurance, the warmth, the special attention, and he'd do anything to give it to you, however you needed it. All the time. Alone or with Isabella, who probably thought the exact same, his horny little mistress. What a lucky man he was, a little girl in one arm, a gorgeous woman in the other.

Oh he couldn't fucking wait to take this whole thing further.

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End notes: Daddy had his solo chapters (and took you hiking), Mommy had her solo chapters (and deeply disturbed you with her kinky side), and now all of them are in the same room, finally!!! Cue bi-panic! Or something like that... in the next chapter! :3

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NSFW // 18+ // Smut

Minsung Saves the Day

This is part 2. Read Part 1 here.

Recap: You've just been finger fucked to the brink of orgasm by Chan and Hyunjin in the back of a car, whilst Minho and Seungmin sit up front. Now you've arrived at the club and there's only one thing on your mind.

This instalment contains Minsung x reader

⚠️‼️ MDNI // SMUT ‼️⚠️

CW: oral sex and fingering in a public place. m x m x f shenanigans

A/n: I wrote this with a bad headache so the sentence structure isn't that great, but hopefully the scenario itself makes up for it.

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Your dress is quickly pulled back down to cover your bare ass as Hyunjin pulls you out the car, and Minho is quick to round the car and splay a supportive, or possessive, hand across your lower back and guiding you towards the club's entrance. "That was quite a performance you put on in the car, kitten." he whispers low. It sounds like a warning. You hope it's a warning.

You're shuffled into the already packed club, but you know the other four boys will have found your favourite table. A booth in the back corner. Very dark. Very discreet.

Your legs stick together as you walk through the throng of patrons. The evidence from being edged to the brink of exploding heavily coats your inner thighs.

You have only one thing on your mind. You need to cum.

Jisung stands up and waves from the table. "Baby!" he calls out excitedly. You can't hear him, but you know that's what he's said. The look on his face tells you he's already seen the video Minho took in the car.

"Quick, boys, move out of the way. We gotta get her in the corner. She's in a state." Hyunjin instructs as you near the booth, and Jisung, Felix and Jeongin clamber out of the booth allowing you to be shoved into the corner by Minho.

Your hand starts to move towards the hem of skirt, it'll only take a minute to get yourself off. "Don't be insolent." Minho slaps your hand stopping you before your fingers had even found it's way up your dress.

"Minho!" you beg pathetically. Minho takes your jaw in his fingers and gently turns your face toward his. You think he's going to berate you, or tease you even, for being a pathetic mess. But instead, he takes your lips in his and kisses you slowly. It's so tender that you're melting into him instantly. It's like you're drunk, your entire body buzzes from just his soft lips on yours. You let his tongue slip inside your mouth, and as he deepens the kiss you find your cunt tightening in anticipation.

Maybe you can cum just from this kiss? His hands are magic, even if he's just squeezing your upper arm with one hand and cupping your jaw with the other.

Maybe if you just imagine he's prying your legs apart, hiking up your dress?

Maybe if you imagine what he's doing to your mouth, he's doing between your legs?

Maybe he's inserting his fingers as his tongue-?

Then you realise. Someone has pried your legs open. Someone is inserting their fingers into your wet, needy cunt. Someone's tongue is latching onto your clit.

You moan into Minho's mouth and grind your core against the hand between your legs. "That's it baby, grind on my fingers." From under the table Jisung's voice penetrates through your hazy, lustful state as his fingers penetrate deeper into your cunt.

"Fuck you're wet. What did they do to you?" Jisung slips in another finger. Was that four? Who knows? You just keep grinding, urging Jisung to go harder, to be rougher. His mouth seems to have disappeared from your center, and you imagine him just gazing at your cunt as it squelches around his fingers.

As you feel the telltale signs that you're about to cum growing stronger, you kiss Minho more frantically, and it seems he's just as needy. His kisses are desperate too, and little moans emanate from his throat. Minho's moans are your favourite moans to listen to. He doesn't let them out easily, and only when he's really losing himself do they escape.

You reach across to Minho's lap searching for where you know his hard cock would be, but instead your fingers find hair... and a head. Opening one eye, ever so slightly you see that jisung is in his lap sucking him off, at the same time he is four fingers deep in you.

Lips still attached to Minho, you smirk against his mouth, and place the palm of your hand on the back of Jisung's head, pushing him down further over Minho's cock and holding him there. At the same time you rock your hips against Jisung's fingers like a possessed woman.

Minho pushes his tongue into the depths of your mouth, and you just know that he's thrusting up into Jisung's throat from the choked whimpers coming from Jisung.

Your cunt contracts tighter than ever before and you are finally fucking cumming, crying out into Minho's mouth, not caring who may be watching. Eyes rolled back into your head, you pull Jisung's hair roughly and continue to fuck yourself on his fingers to ride out this incredibly long orgasm.

Eventually, you slump back in the seat, utterly exhausted. You open your eyes just in time to see Minho cum in Jisung's mouth, and Jisung, as usual, swallows every last drop. Fuck that's hot, you think and your walls spasm with aftershocks.

Jisung manages to crawl out from under the table, and from the cum patch on his trousers, you see he has enjoyed himself immensely. The boy has no shame and doesn't even try to hide it, making you shake your head at him affectionately.

You look around the table. Minho picks up his drink that had been brought over at some point, and you see some of the other boys are sitting around the booth chatting like nothing had been happening.

"Ahhmm." your eyes land on Chan looking at you from the other side of the table. He has that look you know all too well. It's the look of "Baby girl, I'm going to fuck you so good you won't know your own name.''

But hey, he didn't manage to make you cum in the car on the way over, so you decide you are going to make him beg you for it.

You wink at him and take a long sip of your cold drink.

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