#that movie is a banger and i stand by that

[plantaagomaajor]

Quest for Camelot is a movie that dares to ask the question "does a movie have to be good to be enjoyable?"

[welcometogrouchland]

Also not to sound like a baby who loves being spoonfed information but I do genuinely love the moment in mystery movies where the detective pieces everything together and explains it to us. Because exposition is fucking hard to make engaging, there's a lot of juggling and technical precision that comes w/ attention to detail and set up and payoff (very important because this part isn't just meant to be important it's meant to be narratively satisfying) but like. When it's done right I'm riding the high for hours to come like oh my GOD. Oh my GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD

[carcarrot]

revisiting some album tracks with my better earbuds

[scattered-winter]

god gives his hardest battles (favorite movies that I despise the main characters in) to his strongest soldiers (me)

[multiverse239]

The genius writing of Velvet and Veneer: reposting my thread from Twitter

After watching the movie for a second time, I have a much clearer view of Velvet and Veneer as antagonists and overall characters which is what I’ll be discussing today. Also spoilers for the movie obviously 🙃

Now for their main movement, they want to use Brozone musical talent to become rich and famous because they have no talent of their own. The interesting part about this movement is how both Velvet and Veneer go about this.

First Velvet, it’s clear that the fame and attention has gotten into her head that she’s willing to do anything to keep that even if that means torturing and potentially killing an innocent troll(s). She admits it herself she’d rather do that than actually work for her popularity

Now for Veneer, as iffy as I am with this term, he falls into a lot more morally grey area. He knows very well what he’s doing is wrong but continues to do it anyway, he enjoys the fame just as much as Vel does but, he questions if there’s another way to go about this. Deep down he doesn’t want to hurt anybody but, can’t bare to stand up to his sister cause he loves her that much

“It’s like I don’t even know who you are”

“Yeah you do, and you asked me to change anyway”

THIS right here sums up their relationship perfectly, not only did Vel try to change Ven but she changed herself. I truly don’t believe Vel is a bad sister nor person, she cares for her brother just as much as he does for her. But, like I said earlier the fame and popularity has gotten into her head so much that she doesn’t think about the consequences of her actions.

This is how you write an antagonist, this is how you get your audience to really think. You can’t just boil down them to “Velvet bad one, Veneer good one” they are layers to the two. Seeing both sides of “I’ll win at any cost” and “I want to win but, at what cost?”

Hey, you actually read this entire thread here have a cookie 🫴🏼🍪, anyway thanks a lot and follow for more bangers like this

- Lulu 💕

[madebycloud]

Love to Keep Me Warm

tara carpenter x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you spend christmas with your girlfriend warnings/themes: baking (burned) cookies, dancing around the kitchen (cliche but… I WANTTT), watching holiday movies, kissing under the mistletoe, matching pjs & sweaters, cuddles, and… a little bit suggestive convo at the end i guess??? words: 1.2k

me posting another fic then dipping for month/s 🏃💨 —divider not mine

Hallelujah, it's almost Christmas! the TV announces as the snow falls outside your window.

In the living room, a towering christmas tree stands, adorned with twinkling lights and sparkly ornaments. The smell of baked cookies wafts through the air, but the aroma is not as appetizing as you'd hoped.

Tara, standing beside you, looks at the black-burned cookies with wide eyes. “I followed the instructions, but these cookies are ruined! I waited 12 minutes for this?! It says 12 minutes!”

You sigh, knowing your girlfriend's cooking skills all too well.

“We tried, didn't we?” she mumbles, still staring at the burnt cookies.

With a smile, you say, “Let's give it another shot,” taking the pan and dumping the burnt cookies into the trash, ready to give it another shot. “Who knows, maybe a second time's the charm?” You pulled a new mixing bowl out of the cabinet and grabbed ingredients to start over.

“I don't understand why this keeps happening,” she says with a laugh. “I swear, I've never made a good batch of cookies in my life.”

“Well, you know what they say—the best cookies are the ones that come out of the oven, burnt to a crisp,” you joke, trying to cheer her up.

“Ha ha, very funny,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “But what do you think went wrong this time?” 

“I'm thinking we might need to switch up the oven temperature,” you say, turning down the thermostat. “A lower temperature could be the key to perfect cookies.”

She nods in agreement, and the two of you continue working together on the cookie madness, having a laugh and chatting it up while mixing, rolling, baking, and waiting for the cookies to finish.

“Hold up a minute,” you say, grabbing your phone. You browse your spotify christmas playlist for the perfect tune. “Christmas simply wouldn't be complete without these Christmas bangers.” You placed your phone on the counter.

You dance around the kitchen in matching pajamas and your matching ugly christmas sweaters, giggling and singing along to the christmas playlist. You dip her and spin her around, making her laugh hysterically. You both twirl and prance, bumping into each other like two drunken elves at a company party.

You're having so much fun that you completely forgot about the cookies until the timer went off. The two of you rushed to the oven, excited to see how the cookies turned out. When you opened the oven, you were delighted to see perfectly golden-brown cookies. They smell heavenly, and you can't wait to taste them.

“Ahhhh, this is the best Christmas ever!" Tara exclaims, picking up the first cookie and taking a bite out of it. “I think Santa is going to love these cookies,” she giggles.

“They're perfect.” You take another bite, licking the chocolate chips off your finger with a satisfied smirk. She gives you a small kiss on the cheek and then takes another bite of her cookie.

“Oh, we have to decorate these.” She grabs a green frosting tube and squirts it recklessly onto the first cookie.

You laugh and join in, squirting red, yellow, blue, and other colors onto the cookies until they are covered head to toe in messy frosting. 

“We need to add sprinkles!” Together, you run to the cupboard and rifle through the bags of sprinkles, trying to find the perfect ones.

After a few minutes of frantic searching, you come up with a variety of glittery, sparkly, and edible colors that you toss all over the cookies. 

“Voila!” Tara says, holding up a cookie for you to see. 

“These are the most horrible, beautiful christmas cookies ever.” you say as you examine the colorful, messy, and probably delicious masterpiece.

“You know what would make this even better? Some hot chocolate,” she says, grabbing a pot.

You both grab a mug and fill it up with hot chocolate. The steam rises from the cups, and the fragrance of chocolate fills the air.

“To another year of cookie disasters,” Tara says, raising her mug.

“To cookie disasters,” you reply, clinking mugs.

—

At last, you two finished cleaning the kitchen. The counters are empty, the dishes are washed and dried, and the oven is turned off. 

“Looks like everything was a success,” Tara says, admiring the clean kitchen.

You pick up the cookies and hot chocolate, inviting her to join you on the plush couch.

You sit on the couch with blankets wrapped around you, hot chocolate in hand, and cookies on the coffee table.

“Let's see what we have on Christmas eve.” She reached for the remote and flipped through the channels, eventually finding a holiday movie to watch.

Snuggled under the blanket, you sip your hot chocolate and eat your cookies. The movie is heartwarming, and you both feel your stress melt away.

“You know, I've always wanted to spend Christmas like this,” she says, leaning her head against your shoulder.

You smile and wrap your arm around her, pulling her close to you. “Yeah, me too,” you say, kissing her on the forehead.

You glance at her, trying to hide the shy smile on your face. 

She quirks her eyebrow at you, her full lips curving into a playful smile. “What?” Her hand sliding onto your arm and pulling you closer. “Are you admiring the scenery?” 

You quickly stand up, pretending to check something in the kitchen. You can feel Tara's eyes on you, waiting to see what you're up to. 

When you return, you're holding something behind your back that Tara can't quite identify. You sit next to her and reach behind her head, placing something on top of both of your heads. A mistletoe.

“You really know how to surprise me.”

She leans in, placing her finger on your jaw and pulling you closer until your lips meet hers. The warm, sweet taste of a mix of chocolate and marshmallows fills your mouth.

With your free hand, you reach behind her head, pulling her closer to you. She wraps her arms around your neck, bringing you even closer.

Your noses touch as your lips stay locked together, and the warmth of each other's breath sends shivers down your spine.

Tara pulls away, breathless and flushed. You both sit there, stunned, savoring the moment and the feeling of being so close to each other.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “You know what would make this evening even better?” She asks you with a sly grin.

“What? Are you hungry for more already?” you respond with a laugh.

She stands up and walks to the entrance of the bedroom. Reaching the doorway, she looks back at you, arching an eyebrow as if she's daring you to follow her.

Before you know it, you're following her into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click, shutting out the rest of the world.

But you're greeted by the unexpected sight of Tara peacefully sleeping in bed. You can't help but let out a disappointed sigh.

She sees you standing over her then gives you a mischievous grin. “What? Were you expecting something?”

You shake your head. “No, no, I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“I thought we were going to…” you begin to say before trailing off. 

“Oh, you thought wrong,” Tara says, throwing back the covers and inviting you to join her.

She opens her arms wide and smiles at you, inviting you to cuddle up with her. 

“But you know what?” you say, burying yourself in the crook of her neck. “I think I prefer this.”

tara:

dsajhdahda anyways... (advance) merry christmas! <3

[convolutedblasphemy]

I wasn't shitting you guys btw I actually made the one-sided radiostatic playlists

here is my lyrical masterpiece. both the vox version and the alastor one. done my best to make it as lyrically accurate as possible. @styrofauxm @onesidedradiostatic i hope you enjoy this (go check out the full lyrics for the songs on google if you can't listen to it but i recommend it because all of these are bangers) feat. my stupid commentary and vox's pathetic wet cat energy

Click to listen to the Vox one on YouTube

1. the hearse — matt maeson

thought this one fit so well lyrically. the "what was it like to feel in love" part i interpreted as vox asking himself that rather than alastor

❞ i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash off the dirt from my hands, what was it like to feel in love? [...] i will never go backwards, i will never be free, i will never run faster; will you sink down to me? ❝

2. i'm just ken — ryan gosling

i'm not even adding lyrics to this one, everyone should have seen the barbie movie and this song at this point. this just HAD to be in there. can you feel the kenergy?

3. too many friends — placebo

less about alastor, more about vox's existential crisis

❞ my computer thinks I'm gay, i threw that piece of junk away on the champs-elysées as I was walking home. this is my last communique, down the superhighway. all that I have left to say in a single tome... ❝

4. creep — radiohead

i mean isn't this literally his theme song?

❞ when you were here before... couldn't look you in the eye. you're just like an angel. your skin makes me cry. you float like a feather in a beautiful world. i wish I was special. you're so fuckin' special. but I'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doin' here? ❝

5. where evil grows — the poppy family

y'all seen the sonic movie? we need to see vox do that dance.

❞ i like the way you smile at me, i felt the heat that enveloped me and what i saw i liked to see. i never knew where evil grew. i should have steered away from you, my friend told me to keep clear of you but something drew me near to you ❝

6. one of us — ava max

i had to edit this one a bit in the video and cut out the part about the kissing because that for sure didn't happen

❞ one of us would die for love; one of us would give it up. one of us would risk it all; one of us won't even call. one of us could say goodbye, never even bat an eye... ❝

7. colorblind — amber riley

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ i don't think that i'll ever find that silver lining or reason to smile. you know i used to paint such vibrant dreams, now I'm colorblind, colorblind. when did my heart get so full of never mind, never mind? did you know that you stole the only thing I needed? ❝

8. arcade — duncan lawrence

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ a broken heart is all that's left. i'm still fixing all the cracks. lost a couple of pieces when i carried it, carried it, carried it home. i've spent all of the love I saved. we were always a losing game; small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game... all i know, all i know: loving you is a losing game. ❝

9. if i can't have you — skylar astin

i picked the version from zoey's extraordinary playlist on purpose because the context of this scene is that the dude who sings it hires a bunch of singers and dancers to confess in a public space as you, the viewer, sit there and cringe at him as he gets rejected. if that doesn't have vox energy, i don't know what does.

❞ i'm good at keepin' my distance (lie), i know that you're the feelin' I'm missing. you know that I hate to admit it but everything means nothin' if I can't have you. i can't write one song that's not about you, can't drink without thinkin' about you. is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can't have you? ❝

10. do you want me (dead)? — all time low

when vox asks himself whether alastor wants him or wants him dead it's definitely the second option.

❞ i let it ride on a bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship; need a second to catch my breath: do you want me? or do you want me dead? oh, give it up for at least a second; i'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude and how you walk around like you shine brighter, it's killing me, so what do you say? do you want me? or do you want me dead? ❝

11. push — ryan gosling

i can't just put one musical number from the barbie movie in and not include the other one that fits equally as well.

❞ said, i don't know if I've ever been good enough. i'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. and I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give and I'm a little bit angry, well, this ain't over, no, not here, no; not while I still need you around. ❝

Ice-cold rejection & vicious mockery: Alastor's version

the contrast of this is the best part.

Click here to listen to the Alastor one on YouTube

1. little big boy — madds buckley

he doesn't go easy on him. this is 0 compassion and 100% roast.

❞ brimstone fire and eyes aglow, little big boy's making the whole world know his name. raised on pillars and shining lights, breathing smoke for the right to keep his place. never satisfied 'till they all see how big this little boy can be. well the water's rising; tide's comin' in. does little big boy know how to swim in a pond filled with fish bigger than him? ❝

2. i help you hate me — sunrise avenue

he's so helpful fr but it's not working unfortunately

❞ i broke many hearts throughout my days. yours was the hardest one to face. though, I've never been a saint, i still love you every day, just not the lover kind of way. i know you wanna see me falling out, falling out the window. i know you wanna see me crashing down, crashing with my plane. baby, i'm way too young to die but I'll help you get over me. ❝

3. no surprise — daughtry

this is one of my favorite bands, i'm glad i got to include this.

❞ it came out like a river once i let it out when i thought that i wouldn't know how. held onto it forever just pushing it down, felt so good to let go of it now. not wrapping this in ribbons, shouldn't have to give a reason why: it's no surprise i won't be here tomorrow, i can't believe that I stayed 'til today. there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow. there's nothing here in this soul left to save. don't be surprised when we hate us tomorrow. ❝

4. go screw yourself — avery

i can picture him 1:1 delivering a swing version of this when vox confesses to him

❞ i know i've been holding it in, the way i feel about you. something i've been dying to say but I don't know how you'll take it; oh please don't go; you should know these three words i've been holding back; trying to fight, i'mma let 'em out... these three words, gotta let you know, here I go: go screw yourself. i've had enough, yeah, now we're done. ❝

5. the audacity — emelyn

this one's such a bop honestly. had to cut it in the video because i can't picture alastor realistically crying over anything vox-related.

❞ think your opinions should be broadcast... even though no one's subscribing, listening or liking but by all means, keep whining. must be tough if life's so rough. you should buy a mic, start a podcast, even though, wait, nobody asked. [...] where do all these men find the audacity? no actually, i'm stunned by your stupidity. ❝

6. friends — halocene

this one had to be on here.

❞ have you got no shame? you're looking insane turning up at my door. it's two in the morning, the rain is pouring, haven't we been here before? [...] so don't go look at me with that look in your eye, you really ain't going away without a fight. you can't be reasoned with, i'm done being polite. i've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times. haven't I made it obvious? haven't I made it clear? want me to spell it out for you? f-r-i-e-n-d-s ❝

7. can't catch me now — olivia rodrigo

he likes the attention def especially after his return

❞ bet you thought i'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head. i bet you figured i'd pass with the winter, be somethin' easy to forget. oh, you think i'm gone 'cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now. through wading grass, the months will pass, you'll feel it all around. i'm here, i'm there, i'm everywhere but you can't catch me now ❝

8. take a hint — victoria justice & elizabeth gillies

this is on every rejection playlist and it's gonna be on mine too. a bop even after all these years.

❞ ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot. you think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not. you had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south. [...] what about "no" don't you get? so go and tell your friends i'm not really interested. it's about time that you're leavin', i'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone ❝

9. no — madilyn bailey & megan nicole

more rejection for y'all. the world needs more mean aroaces and this playlist is my contribution.

❞ first you gonna say you ain't runnin' game, thinking i'm believing every word; call me beautiful, so original, telling me I'm not like other girls, i was in my zone before you came along, now i'm thinking maybe you should go ❝

10. oh no — marina and the diamonds

a classic.

❞ don′t do love, don't do friends; i′m only after success. don't need a relationship, i'll never soften my grip [...] i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. ❝

Reblogs are appreciated!

[cheriecelestial]

Batboys as Desi Films

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge (1995)

Raj and Simran meet during a trip across Europe and end up getting stranded in the middle of nowhere after they miss their train. Despite their initial clashing, they fall in love. However, Simran’s traditional father has arranged her marriage elsewhere. Raj must win over Simran’s family to marry her, leading to a series of heartfelt moments, comedic misunderstandings, and ultimately, a dramatic climax where love conquers all as the couple fights for their happiness against societal norms.

Dick is so raj coded with his quips and charisma. Their chaotic banter and chemistry is off the charts. Any Indian who hasn’t watched this gets their desi card revoked immediately, I don’t make the rules. This movies fits Dick’s dramatic flair perfectly.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

Goliyon ki Raasleela Ram-Leela (2013)

The modern adaptation of William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet,” set in rural Gujarat, India. It follows the love story of Ram, from the Rajadi clan and Leela, from the Sanera clan, who belong to rival gangster clans engaged in a long-standing feud. Despite the enmity between their families, Ram and Leela fall deeply in love, leading to a tragic and tumultuous journey filled with passion, violence, and sacrifice.

It fits Jason’s love for guns and classics. An absolute visual treat with cinematography and all the songs are absolute bangers.

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞

Jab We Met (2007)

Aditya, a heartbroken business tycoon, someone who was dwelling in the lowest ebb of his life and was almost on the brink of giving it all up, aimlessly boards a train to escape his depressing life. On his journey he meets Geet, a talkative and vivacious young woman. Geet is on her way to meet her boyfriend, but her plans go awry, and she ends up stranded. Aditya, feeling sorry for her, decides to help her get to her destination safely. Along the way, they encounter various adventures and challenges that bring them closer together. Despite their contrasting personalities, they develop a deep connection. However, when they part ways, Aditya realizes his love for Geet and sets out to find her. In the end, they reunite, realizing they are meant to be together.

Grumpy x sunshine. The OG green flag. Epitome of ‘if he wanted to,he would’. Makes my chatterbox heart happy because of how much I relate to the FL. Favourite comfort movie of all time. ML kinda looks like Cillian Murphy’s scarecrow. “I like you a lot but that is my problem, you don’t need to worry about it.” Their fights and his little sassy comebacks and rants were so cute and fun to watch.

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Jodhaa Akbar (2003)

The Mughal emperor Akbar, seeking to forge political alliances, marries Jodhaa, a Rajput princess. Initially a marriage of convenience, their relationship evolves as they learn to respect and love each other. Jodhaa struggles to adapt to Mughal customs, especially with their cultural and religious differences but her courage and integrity win Akbar's admiration. Despite conspiracies and opposition, including from Akbar's own court, their love prevails. The film explores the transformation of a young ruler, initially groomed for ruthlessness by his mentor Bairam Khan, into a wise and compassionate emperor who values mercy, diplomacy, religious harmony and cultural acceptance. Akbar's realization of the importance of religious tolerance, showcased through his abolition of discriminatory policies and his respect for all faiths.

The arranged marriage tag and the ‘raised as a weapon but softens and shows more compassion out of respect and love for his empress’ tag fits demonhead!Damian so much. The way he said mashallah after he pulled off her veil in the middle of a sword fight >>>>. I love how it captures the essence of India’s rich heritage and diversity. “Why seek paradise ? It is before me now.”

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Khoobsurat (2014)

Milli, a free-spirited and eccentric young woman becomes the physiotherapist for a royal family. She brings her lively yet clumsy personality into the conservative royal household, shaking up their structured lives. It clashes with the formal atmosphere of the palace, especially with the stern matriarch, Nirmala Devi. Despite initial resistance, Milli's unconventional methods bring joy and laughter into the lives of the family members, including the brooding prince, Vikram. As Milli navigates the challenges of fitting into the royal household, she also finds herself falling in love with Vikram, leading to a series of comedic and heartwarming moments.

Very cliched (well it is a Disney film) and the second hand embarrassment is unreal but sometimes after a long day all you need is a feel-good cheesy rom-com. Oh to sit next to Fawad Khan in a red convertible while gazing lovingly at him. I like how she emphasises on improving the patient’s mental health to help him heal. Incase you haven’t noticed already, cold brooding™️ x silly goose is my favourite character dynamic.

𝐀/𝐍 - I’ll be honest with y’all, this was to satiate my desire of writing x desi! reader cuz I don’t have enough motivation or time to do it T^T

[geminisecrets]

You First

Warnings:  18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, unprotected sex, mild drug and alcohol use, dirty talk idk I think that's it???

Word Count: 4750

Summary: friends with benefits turns complicated when someone's keeping a secret <3

Authors Note: It has been a long time!!! We really are amazed with the writers on here who never lose motivation and always put out the bangers, you guys make it look so easy and that's really cool!! But, alas, we have missed this and are happy to be getting back into the swing of things! We love you guys :')

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“Jake, just tell me!” I laugh as Jake digs his fingers into my side, causing me to squeal louder.  

“Some secrets are better kept…secret”, he responds with a grin on his face, finally easing up on me as I push him away. “Trust me.” I sit up straighter on his lumpy, familiar couch, but he doesn’t give me any more personal space. He has a way of doing that. Taking up my space. And I wish I could say it bothered me. “Besides, what if I was the one annoying the fuck out of you until you told me your deepest, darkest secrets?”

“First of all, drama queen, you never said this was a deep or dark secret, second, you know everything about me, I’m sure of it. I’m an open book. A free bird,” I respond enthusiastically, getting up off the couch and spreading my arms out like wings. 

“Okay, free bird, you first. Are you going to admit you were faking your orgasm last night?” he asks, slouched into the couch, legs spread and hands folded in his lap. That same miserable grin is back on his face. I feel blood rush to my cheeks, coloring me guilty, immediately.   

“Fine,” I shrug, attempting to appear unbothered. “Yes, I did. I was tired and you were taking too long.” His grin widens slightly, but his eyes squint as he reads me. It’s times like these, I wish he didn’t know me as well as he did. I really and truly do wear my heart on my sleeve and my emotions tend to play on my face, like a movie screen. “Your turn,” I shift, crossing my arms over my chest. 

Jake stands and closes the gap between us in two long strides. His nose is practically brushing mine, he’s so close before he says, “Nice try,” and walks past me into the kitchen. 

“I’ll pry it out of you one way or another”, I say, following him begrudgingly. 

Jake and I have known each other for years. He was my first crush in middle school, who turned into my first boyfriend in highschool and after graduation, my biggest heartbreak. We tried the whole dating thing, but it was bad for both of us. Jake is very demanding of time and attention. He’s passionate and jealous and honest. I, on the other hand, have always been more free spirited, tending to go with the flow. We’re completely different. Fire and ice. 

I could sit here and tell you all the ins and outs of how he hurt me, how I hurt him, and all of the baggage that comes along with young love, but I’ll spare you the sob story. Just trust me when I tell you that Jake and I don’t do relationships well. Neither of us. I couldn't tell you the last time I had a boyfriend for longer than a month before it crashed and burned. And Jake? Jake’s exact words to me the last time I asked were, “I don't really do girlfriends.”

That hasn’t kept us from ignoring the obvious, though. No, we’re well aware of just how well we do fit together physically. Without saying it in so many words we’d become friends with benefits, fast. When I’m home from school and he’s in town, there aren’t many nights we spend without each other. Jake might be too prideful to admit the same, but I can say, honestly, that he’s by far the best sex I’ve ever had. 

“What time is everyone supposed to be here?” I question, as I watch him unload the dishwasher, stacking his coffee cups in the annoyingly particular way he always does. 

Jake’s throwing a small party tonight with some of our old mutual friends from home, since most everyone is in town for the fourth of July. The usual suspects will be here, I’m sure of it. We’ll fall back into old habits. Playing stupid drinking games until half of us can’t see straight and have to Uber home with our heads hanging out the window in a desperate attempt to dispel the nausea. 

I however, know without a shadow of a doubt, as much as I stand at the mirror and tell myself I won’t, that I will be in Jake’s bed tonight instead of the Uber in question. 

As if on cue, the doorbell rings. “Come in!” Jake belts out.

“Long time no see!” Jake’s twin brother, Josh, calls from the front door with a lick of sarcasm under his tongue. He shuffles into the kitchen and unpacks what appears to be half of the entire liquor store onto the counter top. 

Followed by Josh are Danny and Sam and their usual posse.They all say their hello’s and waste no time making their way into the kitchen to get the drinks flowing. 

An hour later, the house is full and the laughs are loud. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the banter, the blaring music, the escape from reality and the ability this house, this town, has to make us all forget how much distance there really is between the lives we live now and the ones we left behind. 

When it’s finally dark enough outside, we gather in the middle of the cul-de-sac and try our best to dodge the sparks flying off the dozens of fireworks Sam and Danny haphazardly detonate. Whoever decided to give control of the explosives to the two drunkest party guests should be criminally charged. 

The party quiets down a little bit and migrates to Jake’s backyard. We sit around his dingy homemade fire pit and watch the rest of the fireworks go off all around the neighborhood. The joint being passed around mellows most of us out and we sit there with our heads on the backrest of our camp chairs, tilted to the sky. 

“That right there is Gemini,” Sam says, pointing up towards the stars.

“Huh?” I overhear Jake question. 

“The Gemini constellation, stupid. The twins?” he scoffs, sounding truly offended, as if this is common knowledge for just anyone.

“You sure you weren't just seeing fireworks?” Jake teases. Sam rolls his eyes into the back of his head and grunts out a rebuttal. 

I think in Sam’s past-life he was some kind of hippie astronomer. He knows far too much about the cosmos for someone who decided against post secondary education. However, it’s a helpful tool to gauge just how far-gone Sam is. He always wants to talk about astronomy when he’s had one too many drinks. 

The conversation merges into talk of the ‘Good Ol’ Days’ and it’s just a matter of time before– 

“Remember when you and Jake tried dating?” Josh yells from the opposite side of the firepit, gesturing to me. There are a few chuckles and eye rolls from the group. Josh loves this story. Loves making me blush and riling his brother up. 

I usually ignore it, but it drives Jake insane for some reason. He doesn’t always know how to keep his cool when he is annoyed, especially with his brother. “Is something funny?” he chides.

“Uh oh. Did I poke the bear?” Josh taunts, throwing me a wink.

I am all too familiar with their typical twin banter bullshit, I’ve been around it for years. They like to egg each other on until the other explodes, and if Josh keeps going, he’s going to get exactly what he’s wanting out of Jake. 

“Come on, Josh, that topic is so tired, what about your tryst with that one guy…” Danny steps up to save the day and change the conversation as Jake turns to me. 

“I’m tired,” he says quietly, yawning widely. Jake has a very small social battery and when he’s done, he’s done. 

“Me too,” I breathe, catching his contagious yawn. As we stand to make our way inside, the rest of the party seems to naturally disperse as well. One by one, the party starts to fade out, until there is no one left but Sam. 

“I have about $5 in my bank account so uber isn’t an option. Cool if I just crash in the guest room.” Sam says. 

“Let me go grab my stuff out of there,” I offer, moving past him to reach for the door handle. 

“Oh, shit, sorry I don’t want to put you out if that’s where you were planning on sleeping tonight,” Sam interjects. 

“Sam, just go to bed,” Jake orders. I can’t tell if his curt response is due to the fact that I know he’s tired or if he doesn’t want to get into the logistics of exactly where I’d be sleeping instead. 

Sam begrudgingly obeys and drags his near lifeless body into the bedroom. I follow him, flicking on the light and collecting my bag off the bed before wishing him goodnight. Before I even have the door completely closed, the light flickers off and we hear a loud thud.  

“Jesus, it sounds like he catapulted himself onto the mattress,” Jake huffs out a lazy laugh, wiping away the sleep from his eyes and meanders into the bathroom. 

“If I had nine shots of tequila and a rack of beers to myself, I’m sure I'd be doing the same”, I yawn, grabbing my bag and making my way to the living room. 

I’ve almost got a little bed completely set up on the couch when Jake snatches the blanket from my hands. 

“Come on,” he says, dragging my blanket down the hallway towards his room without muttering another word, let alone giving me half a second to respond. I follow him anyway, stopping in the doorway to watch him shuffle out of his jeans. 

“Jake,” I nearly whisper. “If I sleep in here, will you tell me your secret?” I ask as coyly as I can muster at this ungodly hour in the middle of the night. His movements come to a halt when he pulls his shirt over his head, glaring at me. 

“I think I’d tell you just about anything to get you to let me sleep,” he groans, but the upward tilt of a smile on his lips reassures you that there’s no real malice behind his words. 

I roll my eyes and finally close the door behind me. By the time I take my makeup off and change into a t-shirt, he’s already in bed with the lamp off and the TV on, playing his usual reruns of Shameless. I crawl into bed next to him, and make myself comfortable. 

This is…new for us. Sure, I’ve been in bed with Jake before, but not like this. This feels… domestic. Intimate in a way I’m not sure I know how to process. I peer up at Jake, watching him for a few moments as he watches the TV.  

“So… this secret…” I coax. 

“Hmm,” he barely acknowledges me. 

“A deal’s a deal, Kiszka,” I remind him, shifting up on my elbow, my head in my hand, waiting for him to come clean. 

“I don’t remember making any deals with you, succubus,” he suppresses a grin as he lazily tosses his arm up and under his pillow, eyes still fixed on the TV. 

“I’m in your bed, aren’t I?” I ask, “Now it’s your turn to–”

“I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘I’d tell you just about anything’. Emphasis on the ‘just about’ part.” 

“Are you—”

“You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that,” he breathes out, no longer attempting to hide the smile that’s creeping onto his lips. 

I let out a ‘humph’ and fall flat onto my back, arms crossed. I lay there awake for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the ever soothing sounds of Southside Chicago from the TV.

There’s a kind of tension in the room that I don’t think either of us can really place. Sexual tension is not something Jake and I are strangers to. I’ve felt that with him since the day we met. This is not that. This feels tethered to something much deeper.

I think about giving up and calling it a night, but the longer I lay there the harder it is for me to fall asleep. Jake and I don’t do feelings. We’re friends, sure. Friends who have casual sex, but the boundaries we have in place are all unspoken.

I finally work up the courage to break the silence by rustling the sheets as I change positions to lay on my side, facing him. Lazily, he turns his head to look at me. His expression is blank as he waits for me to say something and I become increasingly aware of how close his face is to mine. 

“What are you hiding, Jake?” I ask as I intertwine my leg with his under the covers. I feel my breath bounce off of his lips and back on to mine. He scoffs, turning his face back toward the ceiling and pinching the bridge of his nose as if I’m pestering him like a small child. 

I maneuver myself even closer to him, my lips latching on to his neck, peppering kisses in a routeless path between his ear lobe and collar bone. I hear him exhale through barely parted lips as he relaxes into my advances. 

“Sleepy?” I ask, not-so-subtly propositioning him. 

“Not anymore,” he responds, tucking his hair behind his ear and sitting up on his elbows. 

I shrug the covers off of myself and maneuver on top of him until I’m straddling his waist. His hands palm my naked thighs as I reach for the hem of his worn t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. 

I let him pull mine off as well and his hands latch on to my breasts almost instantly. Shaking my head, I peel them off of me and place them at his sides, holding them down tightly at the wrist. He gives me a look of confusion and I try and fail to suppress a grin as I lean in to kiss him. 

His lips move slowly but persistently against mine and part for me immediately as I lick into his mouth. His tongue slides against my teeth and I take the opportunity to bite down on it gently, causing him to groan into my mouth. 

“Jake,” I sigh into his mouth, swiveling my hips against his as I feel him, semi hard between my legs. His hands twitch under my grip.

“Let me touch you,” he breathes, biting down on my lower lip as he pleads. 

“No,” I whisper back, kissing him harder as I fall into a rhythm with my hips. Reaching between us, I pull my panties to the side and position myself directly on top of his hard dick, the only thing separating him from my wet core is the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. 

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, eyes squeezing shut. 

“No, no,” I reach my free hand up to take his jaw in my grip, the other hand still holding his arm down at his side. “Eyes on me.” His eyes meet mine again as my mouth falls open. A silent gasp escapes me as I slide my wet core against the material of his covered cock. I release his wrist and jaw in favor of placing both hands on his bare chest. “Oh my God, Jake,” I whimper, closing my eyes and tossing my head back. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t putting on a bit of a show. “You’re so hard,” I sigh. 

“Can I please fuck you?” he asks breathlessly beneath me, hands knotted obediently in the sheets at his side. 

“Hmmm,” I consider, “how could I let you fuck me when you’re keeping all these big secrets?” He glares at me before reaching up and taking me by the waist, knocking me on my back until he’s hovering over me. 

“You like secrets,” he reminds me, lips at my ear, sucking on my earlobe before licking a stripe down my neck. 

“Do I?” I question, letting myself fully melt into the feeling of his lips and tongue and hands on me while he’s not seeing just how much I’m enjoying it. 

“Mhm…or did you want Sam to know what we’re up to in here?” He asks, right hand tugging at my nipple while the other still holds me around my waist, trapped between me and the mattress. I roll my eyes, causing him to pinch my nipple tighter. The sound I let out is somewhere between a moan and a yelp and I clamp my hand over my mouth instantly. Jake giggles, letting his head drop to my chest, kissing at the skin he’d just pinched. “See, secrets are fun. Necessary, even.”

He continues kissing down my body until he reaches my underwear. Looking up at me through his eyelashes, he takes the elastic between his teeth and pulls them down as far as he can before finishing the job with his hands. 

When I’m bare and naked before him, he parts my legs wide enough for him to settle between them. “How do you want it tonight?” He asks. This is new territory for us. We don’t… take it slow. We don’t ask questions and, in fact, this is only maybe the second time we’ve ever hooked up in an actual bed. Closet, car, tent, couch, sure. The bed feels… intimate. Where we’re usually rushed and frantic, simply trying to get each other off, we’re now slowing down, touching softly and intentionally. 

“Uhm,” I start, not sure how exactly to answer the question. Feeling out of control, I panic, sitting up and taking his face in my hands. My lips crash against his and he’s caught off guard as I press him back against the mattress. 

“Not what I was thinking, but I’m not complaining,” Jake smirks, relaxing into the mess of bed sheets, his eyes still tracking my every move. 

I make my way down the expanse of his chest to his cock, freeing him from those damned briefs. I don’t waste time pressing my lips to his tip, gently sucking. I watch as his breath causes his abdomen to flutter, up and down. Admiring the way his hip bones jut out on especially deep or sharp inhales. The second his hands are in my hair, I slide him down the back of my throat. 

His hips immediately buck upwards as he thrusts himself deeper into my mouth, and I hear him mutter out words of admiration and praise. 

“Oh fuck”, “deeper”, “slower”, he doesn’t stop. He’s always been vocal during sex and I can’t get enough of it.  

I pull him out of my mouth the second I sense he’s enjoying it a bit too much; moving back up towards him. His hands are still in my hair, but move down the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. His tongue meets my lips first and then slides under mine like velvet as he slowly repositions me until my back is pressed into the mattress; him hovering over me. 

“How bad do you wanna know?” He breathes, eyes meeting mine before his head dips to press wet, sucking kisses to the curve of my neck. I feel myself losing the control I had over this situation, but I can’t seem to make myself care. He lowers himself onto his elbows so that his body is flush with mine. I can feel him, hard, pressed against me. 

“Bad,” I mutter, reaching down between us in an attempt to slide him inside of me. 

“Ah-ah,” he shifts his hips back, away from me. “Sounds like you’re gonna have to earn it tonight.” 

“Earn it?” I ask, trying to focus as his head slowly snakes down my body until I feel his lips press warm kisses on the inside of my thighs. 

“Sh”, he silences me. His two fingers dive into my core, and he scissors them, stretching me the way he knows I like. He takes a moment to pull his hair back into a loose bun and he smiles when I make a crack about things getting serious. His tongue finally licks a stripe up my center, pressing hard and flat against my clit, his fingers simultaneously pumping in and out of me.It doesn’t take long for me to get there. I’m close. So close, already. 

I feel my legs tense and clench around the sides of his face and my breathing hitches frantically. He uses it to his advantage, pulling me closer by the hips and nearly suffocating himself with me. His palms press against my stomach, holding me firmly in place while I ride out my orgasm.  

When he pulls away, he crawls over me and lays his chest against mine. His lips press against the shell of my ear and I feel his breath echo as I stare at the ceiling and try to gather myself. 

“I fucking love the sounds you make when you finish”, he whispers as he huffs out a laugh. He uses a free hand to brush the hair off of my neck, tucking it behind my ear. 

“Hmmm,” I smile a hum against his shoulder, “probably almost as much as I love hearing you whimper for me.

He scoffs, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “I do not whimper.” 

“Wanna bet?” I ask, pressing against his shoulders, pushing him back against the bed. 

“Be gentle with me,” he teases. Teases, because he and I both know he prefers me to be far from gentle. 

Without another word, I line myself up over top of him and tease him at my entrance. His hips buck up against me immediately, and there's that little gasp. That throaty, breathy puff of air that pours out from between his lips, reminding me that at the end of the day, he really is putty in my hands.  

“This gentle enough?” I ask, peeking down through my lashes at him. “Can I make you feel good, now?” I grind my hips downward, my wetness sliding against the length of him as my mouth opens, jaw falling slack, mimicking his. I nod my head slowly, grinning when I finally hear the faintest whisper of a whimper. There it is. 

“So impatient,” I grin, only half joking, but he proves my point when, seconds later, he grabs my hips and slams himself into me. My back arches immediately as I let out a loud moan and I hear him gently mock me. He thrusts into me, taking back all that power I had over him, reminding me this time, that I’d do absolutely anything to keep him exactly where he is, inside me, for as long as possible. 

Feeling unsteady at this pace, he’s set, I reach behind me to grab his calves for support, hoisting myself up. I let my head fall back as I feel his cock stretch me better at this angle. 

“Oh my God,  Jake,” I whine, “I c– I can’t–” 

Before I can blink, I’m falling swiftly to the mattress below me. I squeal as he grabs my legs behind the knees and folds them up against my chest. He takes his cock in his hand and circles it around my clit, my body pulsing every time I feel the soft head of his cock pass over that ever sensitive bundle of nerves.

“So pretty,” he breathes out, “all of this for me?” He asks, more of a statement than a question, dipping himself into the pool of wetness at my entrance, causing my breath to hitch as he stretches me slowly. I look up to see him grinning and staring at my face, eager for praise and compliment. So I give him just that. 

“All for you,” I respond, completely breathlessly. “You’re so good, so so good, best fuck I’ve ever had,” I gasp as he finally pushes himself all the way inside of me, right to the hilt.

I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me, even with the quick snap of his hips. My head starts to bang against the headboard and I would laugh if I wasn’t fully and completely on another planet. 

Thankfully he notices without me even saying a word and drags me further down the bed with just one arm around me. 

“Sorry, baby,” he grunts, “lemme make you feel better,” his thumb reaches down to press circles against my clit, and I swear to God I see stars. 

“Gonna cum again, for me?” He asks, once again, knowing the answer to his own question as he knows my body better than I know it myself. “Wait for me.”

He leans down, breathing heavily against my chest as his sweat slicked forehead rubs against the beads of sweat on my neck. It’s messy and it’s hot and it’s fast as he presses wet kisses to my skin. Somehow, he maintains the perfect pace and I feel him begin to twitch as he lets out a moan, muttering sweet praises into my ear. “Yes, baby. Good girl. So good for me.” 

He continues to fuck into me for a moment longer until he feels me cumming again, pushing himself deeper into me, harder, exactly how I like it. He waits a few beats as we catch our breath, enjoying the closeness. He pulls out of me and we both collapse on the bed next to each other until the silence in the room is stiff enough to choke me. 

“Can I ask you something?” I question, taking his silence as permission. “Why do you let Josh get under your skin so much?” he turns his head toward me, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, a hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“I was– inside you, thirty seconds ago and you’re asking about my brother?” A loud laugh bubbles out of me at his blunt response, but I continue, 

“Sorry, timing is weird, I know, but I was thinking, like…” I swallow, directing my attention to the chipping nail polish on my pointer finger, feeling suddenly small under the weight of his stare. “I feel like every time he brings us up, you get weird.” 

Jake’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head like some kind of unofficial response. 

“Okay fine maybe it’s not Josh, but the subject?” I push further, daring to meet his eyes again. 

“Damn, you aren’t gonna give this up, are ya?” He huffs. 

“Fine, if you don’t want to talk about that, then at least give me my fair share of the deal.” I lift up on my elbow to peer down at him. “I’d say I more than earned this secret.” I smile. 

He looks up at me and for a moment, I can tell he's looking at more than my face. His eyes drift to the hollow of my collar bones, the hairs falling out of the disaster of a ponytail it was in, the space between my ear and neck that he’d breathed quiet promises into just minutes ago. 

“What if the two are connected?” He asks, finally. When I give him a look of confusion, he continues, “the way we used to be and– and the secret?” 

“I’m listening,” I feel my heart begin to beat just a touch faster, my cheeks warming ever so slightly. He leans up to mirror my position, his eyes meeting mine at a direct level. 

“I guess I was just hoping it wasn’t really a secret at all,” he says, eyes searching mine, practically begging me to understand what he’s not saying. The air is heavy and thick between us. He swallows hard as I begin to realize what he’s alluring to. 

“Forget it, I–” he begins, breaking our eye contact, ready to make up some lame excuse about being tired and choosing to talk about it in the morning. 

“I love you too, Jake,” I blurt out before I can chicken out. 

And I will never– ever forget his face when he looked back up at me in that moment. 

Because I was finally able to answer, in one sentence, the question he’d been asking for years and years. “Do you love me, like I love you?” Yes, resoundingly and conclusively, yes. 

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[duskymrel]

TWST characters as different people i've seen at school

yes most of this is slander

Riddle: The kid who treated being line leader as though he had just been elected President of the United States of America

Ace: Would stand up in class and shout "FOR KOBE" and throw a piece of paper at the trash bin. Would completely miss.

Cater: Filming a fucking TikTok dance in the middle of the school hallway during class transitions. Fucking MOVE, i got places to be. (I walk directly though their tiktok and ruin it)

Trey: That kid who's birthday you know by heart and eagerly await every year because he brings in the BEST desserts. The good kush.

Deuce: Says the stupidest shit in class unironically. Other guys are confused as to how this makes him more endearing but girls fawn all over him.

Azul: Passes by his crush (Jamil) in the hallway and thinks blud will stop and fall madly in love with him at first sight and will declare his love to Azul and it'll be something straight out of a teen girl movie. It ends up playing out exactly like this video: https://www.tiktok.com/@irljigsaw/video/7232906141385215274?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc

Floyd: Kid who only likes Chemistry because he's crazy excited about mixing chemicals and setting things on fire. Anything he makes in a lab he loudly comments on how badly he want's to take a bit fat slurp/bite out of it. (it's me i do this)

Jade: One of the mushroom core girlies. Wears mushroom jewelry, has mushrooms patterns on his clothes, draws them for art class, draws them on his notebooks and binders. It's almost obnoxious but he's forgiven by everyone because he's hot.

Leona: Literally doesn't give a shit about school. Shows up in pajama bottom's and takes the fattest nap right in the middle of Geometry.

Jack: The only nice guy on the football team, girls LUST for him ❤

Ruggie: The only class this kid liked was free and reduced lunch (real)

Kalim: Guy who refuses to eat school food. He's probably got the right idea, that nacho cheese sauce probably causes cancer. Brings the most banger lunches and makes people jealous. (Lunchables, the GOOD fruit gummies, chips, a cookie, and a Caprisun.)

Jamil: In classes where you're not allowed to eat, he's the kid who sits in the back and makes a 9 course Gordan Ramsay approved gourmet meal.

Idia: This was so easy this guy was the anime weebo who wore anime merch every day and sometimes even wore anime wigs to school. He won't admit it but he would Naruto run through the halls in middle school.

Ortho: The cute little innocent babey schnookums who the girls all doted on. Hurt him and you'll get jumped by every girl in the student body. Fuck around and find out type shit.

Vil: Bozo who would literally paint their nails in class and would be doing their eyeliner while the teacher was trying to explain mRNA.

Epel: YEEHAW REDNECK KID. you know who i mean. the one who wears a hat with the American flag on it every day and whenever the teacher tells them to take it off they go on a rant about how unpatriotic the teacher is.

Rook: The only kid who actually liked French class. Tries to rizz people up in the hallway and asks for their Snap but always fails. Maidenless behavior.

Malleus: The tall quiet emo kid who slumps in his chair on his phone, with the bottom resting on his belly. He looks like he's listening to edgy emo music but it's actually tooth rotting cheesy pop music

Lilia: The manic pixie dream girl who will spew the most wise sage advice when asked.

Sebek: Literally one of those girls who's attached to her boyfriend like a parasite. You cannot separate her. Overly loyal and won't stfu. Is like a mix between a golden retriever and a chihuahua.

Silver: I swear on my life he's one of the kids who's been adopted by his entire friendgroup. People love him he's just a likeable person. He makes a new friend and BOOM they've adopted him. You're my son now, boy.

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@heartscrypt i thought specifically of you while writing Azuls

anyways all of these are people i've known i've got irl sources for this. no i won't apologize for all the slander because it's funny.

[fruitymarcy]

So I watched Puss in Boots: The Last Wish today, and wow what a BANGER movie! I really recommend it for its Spiderverse reminiscent visuals (while being distinct enough to stand on its own), its good story, and its wonderful action

[friendship-ditch]

The 74th Games - Part 2

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: You and Katniss get thrown into the Hunger Games arena, each of you sharing the same goal; keep the other alive.

Warnings/Note: None really, some violence + other slight graphic things, like the movies. Also midterms kicked my ass but I thought I'd come back with a long awaited banger. Pt. 1

Word Count: 4127

 You lost sight of Katniss the moment the countdown ended.  You tore off through the woods and ran away from the cornucopia until your calves burned and you couldn’t breathe.  You meant to follow her, thinking maybe the two of you could team up, but the adrenaline took over and you just ran.

  With time, the careers found you.  They’d recruited you to find her.  They didn’t care much about you.  It was only a matter of time until you’d exhausted your use and you knew that too. 

  When you all chased Katniss until she scampered up a tree and you suggested waiting it out, you couldn’t look up at her, not wanting to see that cold betrayal in her eyes, but you felt her looking at you.  Her gaze bore into you like a laser.  It never stopped until she was asleep.

  As dawn broke across the arena, you found yourself waking up to some odd sort of noise.  You looked up into the treetops, seeing that Katniss was now standing.  She hadn’t noticed you yet and was sawing away at a tree limb.  From that limb hung… a nest.  Immediately, you gathered your things and began to creep away.  It was only a matter of seconds before Katniss bombed your group with tracker jackers and you didn’t want to be her first victim.

  You crouched silently in the woods, having stepped over a sleeping Clove and the blonde beside her.  Stupid Glimmer.  You thought.  She’d fallen asleep on her watch and now, well, you didn’t want to think too far ahead.  For a moment you contemplated warning them out of a good heart but you knew they wouldn’t do the same for you.

  The branch came crashing down soon enough, and out came the deadly insects.  You watched, almost paralyzed with fear as they stung ferociously at your ex-allies, taking Glimmer out for her foolishness.  The others managed to run away and took off back towards the lake.

  You were going to follow them, maybe see if you could take one down when there was a thump from behind you.

  Katniss had fallen from the tree.  You could see the lumps on her skin from the stings and she was swaying.  If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought she was drunk or high.  

  You waited a few moments more. 

  Katniss rescued the bow from Glimmer's lifeless hand and sloppily slung the quiver over her shoulder.  Then she stumbled a few feet and crashed to her knees.  Her hands dug like claws into the soil and her shoulders trembled.

  You couldn’t help yourself as you abandoned your hiding place and ran to her side.

  “Katniss!”  You exclaimed, trying to snap her out of her hallucination filled haze.  She slowly looked up at you but her eyes were blank and her mouth was slightly open.  She was staring at you as if you had two heads.  At this point, in her mind, you probably did.

  With a worried sigh, you looked around.  The woods were empty, for now at least.  That was good.  You couldn’t just leave her here like this. 

  “Come on.  You have to go.  Run!”  You grabbed her arm and yanked hard until she stumbled to her feet with a burbled groan.  Katniss stumbled once more and then didn’t move, just staring ahead.  She couldn’t hear you and even if she did she probably couldn’t get her body to respond. 

  You let out a groan this time, of frustration.  You looked around once more and then grabbed her arm.  “Shit.  Shit, shit…”  There was no other option but to just drag her along with you, at least until you could get her somewhere safe.

  So that’s what you did.

  You drug a half-conscious and heavily hallucinating Katniss through the woods until her knees gave out and she went crashing to the ground, the venom finally knocking her out.  With all of the strength you could muster, you picked her up and carried her until you found a little outcove covered by plants to lay her down in.

  Katniss slumped onto the bed of moss.  A little drool dribbled out of her lips, her eyes fluttering in her feverish sleep.  She whimpered a little but didn’t move.

  That was when you heard furious footsteps through the forest, and a voice calling your name.  

  Cato.

  Somehow the career had managed to stay grounded enough to chase after you, and he was close.  You stood still.  You didn’t want to leave Katniss, not like this, but if you stayed she would die.

  You heard a soft rustle from up in the trees and looked up.  It was hard to see, but you could make out the presence of a young girl watching you.  She made no move so you did.  You turned and ran.

  Rue would keep Katniss safe, you hoped, and so could you.

  You took off in the opposite direction, making enough noise for Cato to hear you.

  Cato’s sword spared you no mercy when he caught up with you down by the river.  He was quite dazed from the tracker jacker venom raging through his system and got only a few slashes in before running off from some hallucination, but it was more than enough for him to turn high-tailed and trample back through the forest.

  You washed the wound as best as you could with some water from the river and pressed some spare cloth you’d gotten at the cornucopia into it.  Your leg was wounded badly and you needed medicine, but you had no chance at getting it, not like this.

  You did the next best thing and crawled under a small overhang of rocks.  You curled up and hid beneath the brush, just holding your breath.  You hadn’t been lucky enough to receive a sponsor but deep down you hoped…

  Sometime later, an announcement broke out over the speakers.  It had been at least a day, maybe two… you’d lost track.  You were hungry–no, starving.  You felt a little hot and feverish and your leg was in agonizing pain but you could do nothing about it.  Your only option was to lay and listen to Claudius Templesmith’s voice ring out through the arena.

  About half an hour later, you heard a voice.

  “Y/n!”  Katniss scrambled through the woods with a frantic pace.  She knew you were by the river, she just didn’t know where.  She cried your name again, then noticed the blood on a nearby leaf.

  Katniss tracked the blood trail until she saw you.  You were camouflaged well but she managed to find you.  She ripped the bush off of you and sat you up.  “Y/n!  Are you okay?”

  You were shaking, badly.  You couldn’t scramble your thoughts enough to realize what was happening, much less respond.  You just started to cry, chest heaving.

  Katniss reached a gentle, dirty hand up and wiped hot tears off your face.  Then she just pulled you into a tight hug.  You slumped into her arms and just cried into her chest.

  “You’re okay, you’re okay.”  She whispered into your hair, gently rubbing your back and trying to comfort you.  You wanted to believe her desperately, but you were terrified.  At least the warmth of her embrace did something to soothe the fear in your racing heart, though it did nothing to still other fluttering in your chest.

  Katniss managed to get you into a small cave not far from the stream.  She laid you atop her sleeping bag and looked at the wound on your leg.

  “It’s bad, huh..?”  You smiled weakly up at her.  

  Maybe it was your fever, or maybe it was the fact she was your literal angel, your savior, but she looked even more beautiful now.  Beneath her wild hair and dark film that hinted of grief in her eyes, she was still that same girl you’d been crushing on since you were a kid.

  Katniss mimicked your forced smile.  “Not too bad.”  She was a terrible liar.  

  You just sat patiently as she tried her best to clean the wound and apply some sort of medicine to it.  The medicine burned and you cried out in pain.  She snuck her hand back into yours and gave you something to squeeze.

  When she pulled away, there were deep indents across the back of her hand from your grip and you wanted to apologize but she hushed you with a gentle kiss to the forehead that sent you reeling.  For a moment, you forgot this was all fake.  And in your haze, you thought maybe it wasn’t.

  You laid down on the sleeping bag and gently tugged her hand.  Katniss leaned closer and you propped yourself up so you could whisper in her ear.

  “Remember, you and I are a couple so… you can kiss me anytime.”  You whispered with a goofy grin.

  The amusement splayed on her face was real this time.  Katniss giggled softly and lowered her lips once more, letting them brush across yours in a peck that looked real enough for the cameras.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”  She whispered back.

  Katniss fought tooth and nail to keep you with her over… however long it was.  The days melted together into a heavy blur.  You knew she wasn’t waking you up for your watch and that she refused to come back until she’d gotten food for you, but that was all you knew.

  The pain in your leg was excruciating and you could feel the fever growing stronger too as your body in turn grew weaker.  

  When they announced the feast, you felt Katniss sit up beside you, eyes wide with hope.  She looked to you with a smile but all you could feel was a deep sense of dread.  Katniss was, at the moment, your everything.  Your reason you were still alive, literally and figuratively.

  You didn’t want to risk losing her, especially not for you.  You didn’t deserve that and neither did she.  If only one of you got to go home, it was her.  If you went home and she didn’t, you’d never be able to forgive yourself.

  Survivors guilt was so much worse when you liked–-not liked–loved the person you lost in return for your life.  You’d seen it happen and you couldn’t bear to live a life with that sorrow.  

  “No, Katniss.”  You whispered.  With your little strength, you tugged her so she was laying back down beside you.  You nuzzled your face into her neck and let out a soft whimper.  “Please, don’t.  Don’t go.  I won’t let you.”

  “Y/n…”  She started to argue in a gentle voice but you cut her off with a pleading kiss.

  “Don’t.”  You repeated again, upper lip still brushing against hers.  Her breath was hot and gentle; if she breathed too hard you would crumple.  One of her hands was intertwined with yours but you could hardly feel it.  Your soft, hazy eyes were locked with hers, love and grief all at once.

  Katniss repressed the urge she felt in her own heart, her head foggy with unfamiliar feelings.  She didn’t want to lose you either and she knew the medicine is what you needed but she couldn’t hurt you by leaving.  

  Not when you were awake, anyway.

  You only realized she’d put sleeping medicine into your food when your eyes felt a little too heavy and your head began to spin.  You tried to lift your head from her lap but she kept you in place, raking her fingers from your scalp and through your dirty hair, other hand placed gingerly over your forehead, thumb stroking in circles.

  The next time you woke up, you were still a bit woozy.  Katniss injected you with some sort of medicine and then it all went black again.

  It was a few hours later when you were fully conscious, but Katniss wasn’t.  She’d slumped down on the sleeping bag beside you.  There was an open cut on her forehead and she was breathing heavily even in her sleep.

  You took your turn to nurse her wounds.  You slathered some of the leftover medicine over the deep cut, then pressed a soft kiss a few inches to the side of it.  You coaxed her awake enough to feed her a little and get her to swallow some water.

  Katniss mumbled a few soft words but you couldn’t hear them.

  You pressed your stomach into her back, hooking your arm around her waist as you curled up around her like a cat.  Her whimpers of a nightmare died down as she felt your body.  You didn’t have to think a second to realize she was dreaming about that girl, Rue.  You’d seen her sweet face in the sky only a few nights ago and mourned the loss of a child you never knew.  Now you silently thanked her for your life.

You kissed the back of Katniss’s head gently and held her close, waiting for the sweet release of sleep, or the sweet relief of her awakening.

  Sleep came first, then the awakening.

  You thanked Katniss profusely and in return she thanked you with a kiss longer than you’d ever shared before.  God damn.  Getting over her after the games… wasn’t going to be easy.  Even though you knew the chance of it happening was less than a million you still held that faint hope that somehow you wouldn’t have to get over it at all.

 It was her own selfishness that kept you alive and you thanked her for it in a thousand ways, hands gently crawling into her hair as she leaned over you and held you close, a hand on the back of your head.

  She was the first to break away from the kiss, a hot blush spilled across her dirty cheeks and a soft look in her eyes.  It was a look of not only love, but something deeper, regret.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”  She said softly as she sat up.  “I thought I was going to lose you.”

  “Well, you’re the one that saved me.”  You slowly sat up too, reaching for her hand but this time she pulled away.  You pretended not to notice.  “I thought I was a goner too..  If you hadn’t shown up, I don’t think–.”

  “Don’t go there.”  Katniss presses a finger to your soft, bitten lips.  “You’re okay now.  That’s what matters.”

  You just nodded quietly in response.  

  After sharing a few more kisses, you received a whole feast from Haymitch from one of the parachutes and shared most of it together, cuddled up against the wall and hiding from the storm.  You were rambling on about some story from your childhood and she was listening with a gentle smile.  She liked hearing you talk because it made her feel safe and blocked out the noise in her head.  And you liked her listening because it made you feel heard for once in your life.

  It was later that night that Thresh’s stoic face appeared in the sky.  You felt Katniss stiffen a little beside you and she let you hold her hand this time.  That was it.  There were you four left, Cato, and Foxface, as Katniss called her.  The two of you could win.

  You set out the next day to gather food and make it back to the Cornucopia.

  Katniss took her bow and wandered not too far and you decided to harvest some berries.  They were black and stained your fingers with a blood-red color and you piled them up on your coat.  When you wandered to gather more, there was suddenly a cannon-boom.

  “Y/N!!”  Katniss’s shrill scream echoed through the woods.  You heard her coming long before you saw her and she practically launched herself at you.  She saw the berries in your hand and slapped them out.  “That’s nightlock!  You’d be dead in a minute!”

  You stared at her in shock and awe.  She was practically crying now, her chest heaving and her legs trembling with fear.

  “Damn you.”  She muttered.  Her voice cracked as she slung her arms around your shoulders and pulled you into the tightest hug.  Her hot tears splashed against your shoulder as she shuddered.

  You hugged her back and gently twirled the end of her braid around.  “Shh, I’m okay.  I’m sorry.”  You murmured.  She swore a few times into your neck and then pulled away with a hard face.  That was the end of that soft moment, now it was back to reality.

  By the time the two of you were nearing the Cornucopia, the sun had set and the woods had an eerie feeling.  You were both exhausted but determined to finish this.

  “I think the gamemakers are ready to end this too.”  Katniss said as if reading your mind.  There was a sudden howl-like sound from in the woods and she grabbed her bow.  “What was that…?”

  “I don’t want to find out.”  You responded quietly and the two of you stopped.

  The next event was a blur.  Within seconds, the mutts were on your tail.

  The Capitol made creatures chased you like mice all the way back to the Cornucopia.  You both scurried up where you were immediately met with the second scariest, and last opponent left in the arena, Cato.

  The sole career wasted no time in getting you encased in a death grip.  His blood dripped down his body, some of it spilling onto you.  He was saying something but you could hardly hear over his heavy breathing and his tight grip around your neck.

  Katniss held her arrow aimed at the two of you but wouldn’t shoot out of fear of hitting you.  She knew Cato would do whatever he could to take you down with him.

  But when you drew with his blood, she didn’t hesitate to shoot his hand.  He yelped in pain and you only watched as he took a fatal stumble and fell off the Cornucopia into the hoard of mutts.

  Katniss rushed to your side, the look on her face saying it all.  She nodded in return to the emotion in your eyes and shot Cato to end his misery.  

  The two of you huddled up there until the mutts vanished and the sun rose.  You climbed off the Cornucopia and waited… but nothing happened.

  When the announcement came, you wondered if it would’ve been better for Cato to take you down with him.  It was a trick all along, a play of your minds and your hearts.  Only one of you could make it out of here, and god damn it, it was going to be Katniss.

  She’d already pointed her bow at you and you forced the smallest smile you could to spread across your lips.

  “Go ahead.”  You said softly.  Your leg was bleeding once more and it hurt like hell, what more was an arrow to the heart?  Out of the two of you, Katniss was the one that had to return home and she knew it too.

  But the other girl lowered her bow, appearing ashamed of herself.  She slung it back over her shoulder and shook her head.

  “No.  They’re not going to win.”  Katniss muttered under her breath.  She dug in her pocket and pulled out some of the nightlock berries.  They stained her hands with that familiar bloody color and your heart stopped.

  “Katniss, no–.”  You reached to stop her from killing herself, but then realized she had a different idea.

  “Trust me.”  Katniss whispered.  She dumped a few berries into your hand.  They were warm.  And then she kissed you, long, passionate, and goodbye.  Once she knew you understood the plan, she nodded.  

  “One.”

  “Two.”  You didn’t even look at the berries.  If the two of you couldn’t win, the 74th games would have no victor.  If you couldn’t have each other, neither could they.

  “Three.”  You said together and lifted the berries to your mouth.

  A frantic Claudius Templesmith broke out across the announcements and after that was a whir.

  A few days had passed.  The Capitol had patched your wounds and removed every scar from your body, whether it was from the games or not.  You looked… perfect, except for that deep remorse and fear that was now permanent in your eyes. 

  You hadn’t seen Katniss since the games and every single second of your days were spent worrying about her.

  The first time you saw her later on, it was the Victor-interview.

  She was in a simple dress, her hair light and fluffy and her makeup bright to hide the same hallowed look in her eyes that you now both shared along with your memories.  Her lips softened from their harsh line when she saw you.

  You sat beside her on the couch, a wave of relief hitting you.  She was okay, and so were you. 

  You’d been schooled on what to say at the interview, though you already knew what to insist.  It was love that brought you both to almost suicide, for one couldn’t live without the other.  And the Capitol gushed their plastic hearts out.  

  You felt your heart melt too.  The way she curled up around your arm and rested her chin on your shoulder or kissed you when an awkward silence filled the space instead of words… you’d just gotten her back and you couldn’t lose her again.

  When you were on the train ride back, finally out of prying views with a privacy you hadn’t felt in ages, you sat beside Katniss on the couch.

  “You’re a horrible liar, you know.”  You murmured softly.  She’d had a nightmare and insisted all was well, but you both knew it wasn’t true.  Then you added: “But you’re a damn good actor.”

  Katniss smiled weakly at you but it didn’t meet her eyes.  “So are you.”

  You knew it was best to just give up and return to your room, but you couldn’t, you just couldn’t.

  “I wasn’t acting.”  You said softly, watching the way the moonlight spilled down the bridge of her nose and pooled on her cheekbone.  Her eyes avoided yours but they weren't angry, they were soft, somber.  “Nothing.. I’ve told you has been a lie.”

  Katniss slowly turned to look at you but kept her gaze on your hair or chin.  “Y/n…”

  “I know this was fake, to save our lives, but it made my life better than it’s ever been.”  You whispered.  “I don’t want this to be an act.  I want it to be real.  I can’t imagine a life without you, Katniss.”

  When she finally let her eyes wander and lock with yours, you could see the tears brimming in them.  Her lips trembled and parted halfway, but nothing came out aside from a small squeak.

  Your hands were still intertwined, and so were your hearts, whether Katniss would admit it or not.

  You were expecting rejection.  Expect nothing and never be disappointed.  That’s what had been ingrained into your mind since day one but you couldn’t help that twinge of longing and hope from filling your heart.

  Finally, Katniss spoke.

  “You… you don’t want me..  You don’t.”  She whispered.  “You can’t.  I can’t…  You’re too good for me.”  She was rambling in a slightly panicked voice, denying that anybody could love somebody as broken as her.  “Y/n..  You deserve so much better than me.”

  “I don’t care what I deserve.  I want you.”  You whispered back, squeezing her hands and then pulling one away.  You gently placed your palm on her flushed cheek and brushed a few tears away.  “I’ve always loved you Katniss, and I think I always will.”

  “Y-you’re telling the truth?”

  “Only the truth.”  You whispered softly.  

  It was as if there were magnets inside your heads.  You leaned closer to her and she did the same, your lips only dreaded inches apart.

  Katniss blinked a few more tears down her cheeks, and then her lips perked up into the smallest smile.  “Is this real?”  She asked tearfully.

  “Yes.”  You smiled back at her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.  When you pulled away and met her gaze once more, she nodded, and this time you kissed her lips.

  It was practically something out of a fairy tale.  You’d survived the treacherous journey, you’d brought pride to your district, and you got the girl.  What else could you ask for?

  Katniss smiled into the kiss and soon her arms slid around your shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut.  You smiled too and pulled her closer.  You’d finally found what you were looking for, and now you could let yourself get lost.  

  This wasn’t an act.    This was real.

[overleftdown]

farleigh analysis part 2, because the first post wasn't enough. this is going to cover all scenes set at oxford university that i find significant to my understanding of the character (this ended up including pretty much every scene with farleigh in it). once again... buckle up.

[0:03:48] farleigh: oh, he's got the scarf. hey, cool jacket! and the tie?

starting off with a banger! this is farleigh's first line, his introduction as a character. this is how the viewers are intended to see farleigh, at least for this portion of the movie. this is what i'd consider an outer-circle perspective of farleigh, how the majority of his classmates understand him as a person. catty and casually rude. it's significant how surface-level and mild this introductory piece of dialogue is. farleigh is pointing out how hard oliver is trying to appear mature and scholarly, because farleigh is too nonchalant to try hard to fit in (haha).

[0:07:10] farleigh: i'm so sorry. got completely lost- hi, nice to meet you. so sorry. tutor: you're farleigh start, i take it. nice of you to join us, finally. you're not a, uh relation of frederica start, by any chance? farleigh: uh, shes my mother. tutor: no! i knew her when i was your age, when we were both here! when she was frederica catton, before she went to america. farleigh: no way! oh my god, i'll tell her! she's gunna be thrilled that i'm being tutored by one of her friends.

and again, an outer-circle perspective. here you can see the supposed influence of farleigh's family title. "when she was frederica catton," signifying the beginning of the end of frederica's social rappour. farleigh is a product of his mother's abandonment of everything the catton's stand for; wealth, coldness, heartlessness. however, from this perspective, the one we've been introduced with, farleigh is still hiding in the ghost of his mother, before she moved, before she had him.

[0:07:48] tutor: not sure we ever spoke. farleigh: ...oh.

HEHEHEHEHE. i giggled.

[0:08:48] oliver: so you're picking apart the style of my essay instead of the substance? that's kind of... farleigh: kind of what? oliver: lazy? farleigh: it's completely valid to debate the rhetoric of an essay. it's not what you argue, but how. tutor: great point. oliver: yeah, especially if you haven't read any of the poems.

i think this dialogue is incredibly fitting for farleigh's character. as in, it represents how farleigh interacts with people at oxford, with the cattons. picking apart the style rather than the substance, because it's not what you argue, but how. using that comparison, oliver pointing out that farleigh clearly didn't read the material is synonymous with farleigh being clueless to how and why the cattons truly tick. this makes farleigh's socializing hollow by nature. whereas oliver... he does his research. he learns how the cattons function, what motivates them, what their dynamics are. he doesn't play into style or rhetoric; he doesn't need to.

[0:13:11] felix: oh, there he is! oliver! ollie! oliver, come here, mate! yeah, come here. come here. what? come here!

farleigh's face visibly drops, and he sits up straight where he's sitting beside felix. he's not disgusted, nor offended. he looks anxious. a few seconds later, as felix says "this is my fucking hero, right here," farleigh is giving oliver the gnarliest look. he's fidgeting with his hands, and you can see him swallow. i think he looks a healthy blend of angry and exasperated. as it's made known later in the movie, felix has a notorious savior complex. farleigh knows exactly what's happening.

[0:14:00] (shots) you can see that, between the last timestamp and this one, farleigh has been displaced to the other side of the table. previously, every single sighting of felix has farleigh glued to his side. standing right next to him. farleigh on the opposite side of the table as felix is very indicative of the very real threat that oliver poses to farleigh's stability.

[0:14:10] farleigh: it's your round, man! oliver: i should go to bed. farleigh: wait, no no no. you can't snake your way out of a round. oliver: i'm not. farleigh: it... looks like you are.

the most important thing about this scene that i'd like to point out is that oliver would not have, and should not have, stayed for his round if it wasn't an intentional plan. the nature of "buying rounds" was made clear and is clear. he reasonably shouldn't have stayed and specifically left when it was his turn to pay. that's gnarly. that's generally just rude.

[0:14:30] felix: farleigh. farleigh: what? felix: just cut him a break, mate. farleigh: what? felix: that round's gunna cost a fucking fortune. farleigh: pub rules, felix.

yes, i understand that farleigh is being intentionally confrontational. but felix consistently falls flat when "combating" the judgmental attitude of his family and classmates. although he did exactly what oliver wanted him to do by paying for the round, he lacks a genuine purpose behind his verbal condemnations. felix wants to believe he is morally better than his family, the people he surrounds himself with. because of this, he lacks passion. farleigh surrounds himself with whoever felix surrounds himself with; he has become part of felix's background noise. he has become another steppingstone to felix's upward climb to righteousness. another blurring, booing voice, antagonizing the people felix protects and defends.

[0:16:09] felix: yeah, well you know farleigh basically grew up with us. oliver: i didn't know you and farleigh were cousins. felix: mmm, my aunt, farleigh's mum, ran away to america when she was 19 to escape the cold-hearted english. ciggie? oliver: eh, i don't smoke. farleigh: dear aunty fred married a lunatic who pissed everything she had up the wall and a fair chunk of dad's money, too, until he had to finally cut her off.

(oliver did know that farleigh and felix were cousins tbh what a liar, can't believe he would lie like that. unbelievable. truly criminal).

at 0:16:10, farleigh watches felix and oliver sitting with each other at a party. this is played behind felix's voice-over, as he tells oliver about farleigh's family history. i find that so emotionally impactful. jealousy is a hard emotion to read on someone's face, but almost always, farleigh just looks sad. i often see him glancing down; this can often mean disappointment, insecurity, deep thought. at 0:16:27, you can see him briefly scrunch his eyebrows together as he watches felix light oliver's cigarette. he looks confused, judgmental, or surprised. the only thing i can compare this to is taking a bite of food that you didn't expect to taste horrible.

i wish we got to see more of farleigh and his mother, or at least what their dynamic entails. we know he asks (begs) james and elsbeth to give frederica money. we know that frederica was either too kind or too weak to cope with her family. we know that she was well-loved at oxford, or at least had some admirers. i find it poetic, that frederica ran from the english, and now her son is running back in place of her. i also wonder about farleigh's dad. there's no mention of him, past this scene; but if he's no longer with frederica, why would she still be cut off by the cattons? are the cattons really that cold to her, or is frederica still married? curiosity, man. i'm about to start making stuff up on the spot.

[0:16:42] felix: well dad, you know, he felt so guilty about the whole thing that he decided that he would pay for all of farleigh's education. oliver: lucky farleigh. felix: oh, fat load of good that's done him. he's been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers.

at 0:16:50, farleigh is shown with a woman on his lap. she's more adult than farleigh. i think it's relevant, considering the voiceover.

i think an important word in this dialogue is guilt; it's a strong motivator among the cattons. yet, it's an inconsistent one. because the cattons guilt is so external as opposed to internal, there is a threshold at which their guilt feels resolved. they just have to convince themselves that they are charitable and therefore good. there is no real understanding of love, and what comes with it. there is no intrinsic need to support their family, simply because they are family.

i don't know what to say about farleigh and his relationship with authority. clearly, he has an unhealthy attachment to transactional and exploitative relationships. how does that complex interact with his social life? his family life? to live surrounded by money and to surround your life around money creates a need to quantify everything. it means you're trying to understand what you're worth, and what your actions are worth. this can also be a testament of farleigh's character; is he just unwilling to put more effort into school? is he unable to compete with the schools that he's attending through money instead of merits? yes, james is paying for his education, but since when? how long has farleigh attended school in england, and what schools did farleigh attend in america? there's a large difference in education. i digress. i find this detail about farleigh significant and upsetting in a lot of ways, and it would be just as upsetting if he really did just prefer transactional sex over doing his homework.

[0:22:27] (oliver sees felix at the bar without him) and this is where farleigh regains his place next to felix. the framing of the shot specifically includes farleigh and felix, centered together on screen. oxford is the only period in this movie where you can truly consider oliver and farleigh mutual threats. this is the limbo, where both of their minuscule actions could change the course of their relationship with felix. oliver and farleigh are both intimately aware that only one of them can exist at felix's side, only one of them can be felix's accessory. oliver's motivation to be in this position is infatuation. he hates what felix represents and loves felix as an individual. is this the same for farleigh? how much is farleigh motivated by his love for his cousin? how far devolved is their relationship, since farleigh realized he needed to play a game just to be treated with compassion by his family?

[0:26:30] farleigh: oh, nice tux. oliver: thank you. farleigh: wow! it's a rental, right? oliver: yeah- farleigh: yeah. yeah, the sleeves are too long. always check the sleeves! but still, not bad. i mean, you're almost passing. oliver: for what? farleigh: i don't know! a real human boy.

he's so petty, it's hilarious. there's not much to say about the majority of this interaction, other than the fact that farleigh is overcompensating for his own social insecurities. to be expected. i like that last line, though. "you're almost passing for a real human boy." does that have anything to do with oliver's poverty? maybe it's just a jab at his fashion choices. i think it's also safe to say that farleigh finds something legitimately unsettling about oliver. or maybe he really is just prepared to give felix's new project a tough time. there are a few reasons for farleigh to go out of his way to make felix's friends uncomfortable or inconvenienced; almost all of them are petty. venetia does the same. elsbeth, who shares felix's habit of hosting people, seems thoroughly entertained by oliver.

farleigh's oxford era is hard to get a read on. he's truly just... rude. he's also scared. his dynamic during the school year with oliver is so compelling to me, because oliver is still in a place of deep instability. he almost lost felix halfway through the year; he needed a high card to win him back. farleigh doesn't play cards, though. that's one of the biggest differences between the two characters. for all their similarities, the only action against oliver that farleigh seems to have is being mean. oliver is driven by an obsessive ambition to control, interfere, dominate. during the school year farleigh is shown, repeatedly, that he just wants to get through it. he's coasting, truly. he slides right back into place next to felix when the spot opens up, and he stays in the background. again; all style, no substance. no research. the cattons were never a game, to farleigh. they were just an uphill battle. they were his family.

[hiemaldesirae]

Tis Arrax: Carmilla, the Vees and a few other Overlords are attacked, and permanently killed. Valentino, Zeezi, flaming skull guy all die. Carmilla, Velvette and Vox are heavily wounded but manage to flee (Carmilla because of he daughters and Zestial (who takes Carmilla and her kid and surviving souls to his territory) while Vel, Vox and their surviving Souls end up at the Hotel.

Pentagram City is a war zone. Rosie's cannibals are holding the line, alongside Zestial's spiders but with the entertainment District out of commission it's hard turning back this new sinner who is trying to become the ONLY OVERLORD in pride.

Alastor is pissed off, because Vox is comatose and can't be repaired without parts from the entertainment District, which can't be reached as it's a no man's land currently. Eventually Carmilla calls a meeting and the surviving Overlords meet up (alongside Lucifer who is actually pissed) to discuss what to do. They realize they need Vox's help as his ability with cameras and drones would be extremely helpful.

Lucifer decides to turn Vox into a more demonic being. "He'll be more like a Sin then a hellborn. He'll still be Vox, of course--and still have a soul, but his body and power will be at Sin level. It's our best bet. Of course he'll have to answer to me and Charlie, but that won't be a problem." Because his kingdom is getting more fucked up then even he can stand and well, if gaining another Sin is what it takes then so be it.

So Lucifer Zaps Vox, and everyone watches as Vox changes. His TV head disappears, and instead his human face is back (but he has his antenna, his overlord eyes, and his shark fangs.) Long dark hair with a streak of red, and he lazily blinks open his eyes. "W-what?"

arrax how come you keep showing up in my inbox and dropping bangers. like a little guardian angel/demon. angmon. idk.

anyway i actually really love this idea, ive been a sucker for the idea of vox reverting back to his human body ever since i read negotiations LOL

i cant help but imagine that this would end in something akin to chaos, like half the overlords present going 'holy shit he's actually HOT without the tv head???' or, going off of my own headcanons of vox being an actor in life, some of the newer overlords going 'I FUCKING WATCHED HIS MOVIES' and freaking out about it. everyones going crazy meanwhile alastor just kind of crouches over his muse, whos still looking around disorientedly with confusion and whispers into his ear, 'don't worry sweetheart, i know its probably pretty loud in here, isnt it? i'll take you to a quieter place' and vox, who's still very much out of it just mindlessly agrees because hey, it's alastor and he's talking to him again for some reason, and it IS pretty loud here, so surely theres no harm in saying yes to the offer, right? (he is NOT leaving alastors sight anytime soon. lucifer has to knock down his door in the hotel to try and bring vox back to fight off the overlord wannabes and he nearly ends up having to fight alastor himself for all his troubles)

i expect you to share more of this with me later. but this is Such a tasty prompt i couldnt help myself LOL

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I need Adam and Lucifer prompt of them taking a mental health day together doing nothing but cuddling each other in bed

"It's raining outside, you know what that means?" Lucifer asked from his position on the bed.

Adam rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Um, no playing in the rain or our skin will melt?"

"Well, yes. But we can just have an us day. We can stay in bed and have a movie marathon!"

Adam sat up his golden eyes sparkling. "Ooou, which movies? Stand alones or series?"

Lucifer thought for a minute. "The final movie in that horror franchise just came out on Voxflix, we could watch all of those." He was tackled by his boyfriend and smothered in kisses.

"That's totally fucking banger! Let's do it!" Adam said. He grabbed the remote and started looking for the movies. "There it is!"

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and food appeared in front of them. Pancakes, fruit, and syrup on a wooden tray. He picked up a strawberry and offered it to Adam. Adam took a bite of the fruit, savoring the flavor. "I see I can still hand feed you fruit."

Adam snorted. "As long as it's not a fucking apple who gives a shit."

They are their breakfast as they watched the first movie. Adam relaxed into Lucifer's side, the devil slung his arm around his boyfriend.

Over all of the movies they picked apart the plot holes, made fun of the actors and criticised the overall franchise.

It really was a perfect day in Hell.

[sidemenxyn]

What dating Harry would be like!

Tw: language, mentions of alcohol and I believe that’s it!

Off the bat you two are such an amazing and easy going couple.

Like you two are able to match each others energy and are able to tell when something off.

Obviously your more sociable than Harry so when you can sense he’s uncomfortable you either leave the place or confront him till your from the area.

If you have a friendship group with drama, he is knowing all the gossip! No matter what, when, who and why.

Like you’ll tell him some drama and because you two are alike he would react similar to the way you did.

You both do sports (let’s say you do) you definitely are going on jogs or going to the gym together; even if you aren’t doing the same thing. You both go and leave together.

While filming videos, if they are sidemen videos fans can catch a glimpse or a few moments of your two hugging or holding hands. Especially if your both on a holiday video, no matter the team and if it’s bad or good; you two will make it fun and manageable.

If it’s gaming for moresidemen, prepare yourself and grab your soundproof headphones cause we all know what’s to come. You always make sure to wear the comfiest clothes for two reasons; one being it’s going to be a long film and two is so Harry has a soft hug after losing the game😭

You pair are always the class clowns in the back to school videos, also in the ‘are you smarter than a 5th grader’ the kids would laugh at the pair of you cause you probably acted like their classmates😂

You pair are really good together on camera, your both overall good at making content just by being yourselves.

Besides the socials, you pair are so loving to each other. If your editing, grab another chair and expect Harold at your door with some snacks. If he’s editing, just know your gonna have the best seat in the house. He loves when your knocking on his door asking to keep him some company.

Since Harry isn’t fussed on watching movies and you are, it just gives him the excuse to cuddle with you for more time and have snacks. He doesn’t pay attention but he does pay attention to you, if you laugh at a joke he just observes your face. He loves your laugh and smile.

If you two are filming for Calfreezy or chip just know either one of your or you both are getting drunk. Especially chips channel, most likely a pub crawl or an abroad pub crawl.

If he’s peppered and your not, this man with be absolutely pampered (more than ever) you’ll make him a bath and getting the bed comfy for him and as he bathed you are preparing the tablets he’s gonna take for his headaches the next day.

If your drunk he’ll return the favour and gives you one of his T-shirts for bed.

Filming football videos mainly for Chris as Harry doesn’t film them no more; it’s a rollercoaster of events. From joking about anything, to booting the ball over to the next field. To getting joked about your shot, to then score and absolute banger.

Going on podcasts, they are fun. These are more easier for Harry as he just has to talk. And if your good at that too, than it’s easy. You love when you are able to talk about past memories with each other either it was when you were dating or just friends.

You both have been dating since the ending of the second house. So it’s been a while, but a good while.

You both loved winding up Calfreezy about you two being together, when he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Also a way you two show love, which is a odd way but you two couldn’t care is play fighting. As you two are just winding each other up sometimes it escalates to play fighting.

Harry loves physical affection, like you two doing a moresidemen quiz and you sat next to each other? Expect a hand on your knee or an arm around your shoulder. You both on a plane for a holiday video? Expect a sleeping Harry leaning against you and the funniest selfies from the trip. This man just love contact, even if your both just walking and your holding pinky’s. Or if your standing and he’s sitting he’ll pull you onto his lap or hug you.

When you were about two years into the relationship or around the time Harry still filmed on his main channel. You most of the time be in the videos, it wasn’t for clout it’s just you wanted to have fun with Harry and do what he loves doing.

By that you’d sometimes pick him up and have a kick about at the nearest field. To now watching him play Sunday league with Ethan as you and Faith would be their cheerleaders and Olive being their little mascot (that’s would actually be cute tho)

On the topic of sports, harry encourages you to do what you do in sports. If it’s Y/n Willows (my character kinda) then he’ll support your boxing career. Or any other hobby/sport you enjoy doing.

You both are clingy but when you both need space, space will happen until you both are ready to be clingy again.

Overall, this relationship between you two is the best thing that could ever happen. You two are Abel to see the future together and much more things. You both have a lot to do and when it come around you pair will do it with pride.