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phantom-ellie · 1 year

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 24: Duat

Please read content/trigger warnings at this link before proceeding with this chapter. Chapters 24-27 deal with some heavy concepts that aren't suitable for everyone.

Mary: Give any thought to moving back in?

Stede: yeah, i just need some time, i need to think and process things.

Mary: You have children who need to spend time with you, Stede. Mary: Don’t forget them.

Stede: i know Stede: they wouldn’t like to see me like this

Mary: Someone should. Don’t just hide away.

Stede: thank you

Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

Sorriderai, nulla ha più senso ora, no, e girerò le città ma non ti scorderò!

Comments: YetAnotherGiantBassist: WandeRection, get Jim to tell me what this means, I don’t understand Spanish. TheRealWande: That’s Frenchie. And That’s Italian. YetAnotherGiantBassist: Is it French, or Italian?

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Jack lets out a monstrous burp, and Ed wakes with a jolt.

“What day is it?” He asks, rubbing his temples.

“Who cares?” Jack tosses him another beer. “It’s a holiday somewhere. I’ve got 'em all on a calendar.” Jack points to a wrinkled calendar on the wall. Ed approaches it and squints.

“International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women,” he reads.

“Fuuuuuck Eddie, of course you pick the most boring one. What about National Parfait Day. You’d eat a parfait, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Unless it’s National Cake Day now. Do some whippies with me and we might make it all the way to National Craft Jerky Day.”

“I am not doing whippets with you, what am I, thirteen?” Ed cracks open the beer.

“I got lines.”

“How can you afford that? Wait, I don’t want to know.”

Jack smirks at Ed. “Why are you really here, big guy? Pretty sure you can afford better shit than I got. Hell, you should be buyin’.”

Ed shrugs. “Just wanted some company, I guess.”

“Wait, your buddy Izzy Hands isn’t good enough company for you?” He bursts out laughing. “Just kidding, he’s the worst.”

“Yeah, he fuckin’ is.”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

fuck i’ve fucked up my life

Comments: WandeRection: There there man, you haven’t, you’ve got all sorts of mates trying to help you. MauritianSupremacy: Check your texts!

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Stede: ed Stede: im sorry Stede: i made a mistake, i should have stayed and talked Stede: i think you were right Stede: it just fucking hurts so much, im so tired all the time Stede: you were a good friend ed, i hope you find someone who can be who you deserve them to be

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Israel Hands sighs as he looks around at the mess. Supervision is supposed to be his talent, the one thing he does right in this god-forsaken job. But once again it’s all gone sideways under his watch.

He snaps at a kid to bring in the garbage cans, no not the little ones, the big gray fu-cans, please, and goes searching for his cleanup crew.

Nowhere to be found, of course. It’s Thanksgiving, and the Los Robles kids, current and former, get together to prepare and give meals to people at various shelters throughout the weekend. Builds character. Feeds people. Gives Izzy a fucking headache.

He rounds a corner and spots the duo of idiots who are supposed to be cleaning up this mess. Having an argument, as usual.

“Give him some privacy, amigo, his heart is broken!”

“Jim, he stopped using punctuation and capitals! This goes way beyond broken-hearted drunk posting.” Wande crosses his arms.

“If the idiota doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t have to talk!”

“Stede’s alone, Jim. Nobody can get in contact with him.” Izzy stops at the sound of the name. Fucking Stede Bonnet. Couldn’t be anyone else, could it?

“Would you two get to work? This place is a fucking mess.”

Wande looks up guiltily. “Sorry, Iz. It’s just that… we think our friend might be… a bit suicidal?” Jim crosses their arms and rolls their eyes.

“Oh yeah? Who’s your friend?” Please not him, please don’t make me deal with this.

Izzy knows that he is not a pleasant person. He is abrasive and mean and angry and it’s gotten him into trouble many times. But what keeps Izzy in his line of work is what he calls his complex. He’s really good at dealing with mental health crises. He can’t hear about one or see one without wanting to take charge and set things in order again, especially for someone who is incapable of setting themselves in order.

Usually.

He might have fucked it up with Ed last night, of course. Maybe. But he’s definitely not feeling guilty about it, at all. Ed had that conversation coming. Absolutely. Most definitely. Zero guilt on Izzy’s part.

Wande sighs and turns to him. “It’s our friend Stede, yeah? He’s a… well, he’s gone through a lot of shit recently, like, losing everything and everyone he’s loved, yeah?”

Jim sighs. “Show him the video, tonto.”

Wande nods. “And this happened yesterday, yeah? All over the ‘net, now. And nobody can find him, he’s just disappeared. Keeps posting sad shit on his blog, won’t talk to no one.”

Don’t watch it, don’t get sucked in to this rich asshole’s bullshit, don’t watch it-

He watches it. The bottom drops out his stomach. He grabs his phone and looks up.

“I told you two to clean this shit up. I’ll deal with this.”

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Izzy: Edward, pick up your phone Izzy: I know you’re pissed at me, be pissed at me later, I’m serious Izzy: Your mate Stede is in serious crisis, I need to know where he is Izzy: Don’t fucking tell me you’re with Jack or some bullshit, pick up your fucking phone.

Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

im only making it worse

Comments: TheRealWande: You got someone who can hang out with you right now? What about DreadNordGreybeard?

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Ed and Jack have their backs on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Some people call ‘em planks, or ladders, or french fries…”

Ed scrunches his face. “No they fuckin’ don’t, mate, that’s stupid.”

“They aren’t stupid, you old buzzkill, they’re fun. You’ve got chicken feed, love boat, disco biscuit…”

“Are you seriously telling me you go up to dealers and ask for some disco biscuit?”

“Not since I got banned from all the clubs within walking distance.” Jack sighs happily.

Ed looks over at Jack. “And this… is the life? You enjoy it?”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I enjoy it? I do whatever I want. Nobody tells me what to do. I don’t have to answer to anybody.”

Ed returns his gaze to the ceiling, watching it move back and forth in a dizzy wave.

“Don’t you ever get lonely, Jack?”

“Lonely? I can get laid anytime, Eddie.” Jack pauses for a minute. “Why? You lonely?”

“I guess I am.”

“You wanna do something about it?”

Ed considers it for a moment. Then he shakes his head. “No. Pass the ‘bicycle parts,’ mate.”

“Suit yourself.” Jack hands over the Xanax and Ed takes a pill and sighs.

They lay there in silence.

“Okay, now I’m pretty sure it’s National Craft Jerky Day.”

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

relieve me leave me here im dying

Comments: PracticallyGayJesus: Where are you, man? This isn’t funny.

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Stede: please reply even if it’s just to tell me to fuck off Stede: ok, i understand Stede: i wont bother you anymore, ed Stede: dont feel bad, nothing was your fault

Chapter 25

#ofmd modern au #modern alternate universe #ellie modern au #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #stede x ed #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ellie aosc

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sparkle-hwa · 3 years

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spoiled

summary: a fun night in with your two boyfriends.

pairing: poly relationship: dom!hongjoong x dom!seonghwa x sub!female reader

genre: smut

TW: none (but please let me know if I need to add any)

CW: dom/sub, name calling, degradation, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,153

You sat on the couch between your two boyfriends, watching the TV with them, but only paying half attention. Hongjoong had his left hand on your leg and Seonghwa’s arm was around your shoulders. You loved being spoiled by them and movie night was the best way to get that. They came over, made sure you were comfy, made you good snacks, and always let you pick the movie. After a long week of work, this is all you needed, aside from what you knew was coming later.

Hongjoong’s hand began to trace circles on your leg. You sighed and shimmied down closer into his chest, resting your head in the little space between his arm and his chest.

“You look mighty cozy down there, sweetie,” Seonghwa mused, taking his hand from around you and using it to stroke your cheek.

“Thanks, I am,” replied Hongjoong with a giggle. Seonghwa reached up and stroked his cheek as well and gave him the same sweet smile.

You loved how caring they were to each other; it made your heart flutter seeing them being so sweet to one another. Being in your polyamourous relationship was the best thing to happen to you in a long time. Not just being spoiled by having two sweet guys dote over you, but being able to see them in a different light then just with the other group members was refreshing. With all the work that had to be done, especially with their comeback approaching quickly, both of the oldest boys had to be mature and help the others to focus so that everything could get done on time. It was nice to be able to give them a space where they could relax and be cute and goofy.

You closed your eyes in contentedness. Suddenly, you felt the brush of lips and the tickle of breath on your neck. Seonghwa kissed you gently, eliciting a gentle moan from you as you arched your back and leaned your neck back. Hongjoong took this opportunity to take over the other side of your neck. Soon, goosebumps raised all over your body as the boys made tiny, purple marks down your neck. It was Hongjoong who made it to your lips first, kissing your bottom lip so gently it made you whimper for more. He giggled softly and kissed you more fervently. His tongue made its way into your mouth and you gladly accepted it. Seonghwa began to run his hands up your torso, catching the hem of your sweater on the way up. He slowly pulled until you felt the cool air on your erect nipples. Breaking off your makeout session with Hongjoong briefly, you lifted your shirt over your head. Seonghwa immediately began sucking on your nipples. You resumed making out with Hongjoong and began palming the growing bulge in his pants.

Suddenly. Hongjoong grasped the hair on the back of your head. He tangled his fingers in your locks and, much to your displeasure, broke off your kiss, leaving your lips wanting more. Seonghwa removed his mouth from your breasts and both boys exchanged a sultry look. They ended whatever conversation they were having telepathically with a heated kiss, your hair still in Hongjoong’s grasp.

“Well….” crooned Seonghwa. “It seems we’re in for quite the night.” Both boys stood and you had to stumble along as Hongjoong was not letting his grasp on your hair go. He roughly pulled you down the hall, Seonghwa trailing behind. You could feed his gaze on your body and just the thought had more wetness pooling in your core. Once you reached your room, Hongjoong dragged you closer to the bed and, more gently than you expected, dropped you on your knees on the soft carpet.

Both of your boyfriends towered over you. All you could do was peer up at them and hope for the best. They were busying themselves, making out with one another and simultaneously ridding themselves of their sweatpants and undergarments. You dutifully opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue awaiting the two hard cocks. Seonghwa took the lead and began inserting his into your opening. You latched on with your lips as he pressed deeper into you and you simultaneously reached to grab Hongjoong’s hard length. Finding your rhythm, you stroked his cock at the same pace you were sucking off Seonghwa and for one second you imagined this might turn out to be a pretty calm night. Just as soon as that thought crossed your mind, you felt Seonghwa’s cock leave your mouth.

“My turn, you dirty slut,” whispered Hongjoong, and much rougher than Seonghwa, he pushed himself into your mouth. You moaned at the girth that overtook you and drool began to spill down your lips as he quickly pushed in and out.

“Aw look at you getting all fucked out already,” crooned Hongjoong. “She’s gonna get all tired out before the real fun Hwa. What do you say we take this to the bed?”

This time it was Seonghwa’s turn to be rough towards you and, as Hongjoong pulled away from your mouth, he grabbed you by the throat and stood you up. You locked eyes with the dark haired boy and saw the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“You love wearing my hand as your necklace don’t you, slut?” Seonghwa said and he spat on your lips as you nodded furiously . You were so preoccupied with not breaking eye contact with Seonghwa that you didn’t notice that Hongjoong had grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Before you knew it, he was swinging your arms around your backside and locking your wrists together. When they were in place, he swiftly hit your ass twice and said, “She’s all ready for us now.” Seonghwa kissed you deeply, his spit mixing with your’s in your mouth.

“All fours. Bed, now,” he ordered when he broke off the kiss between you two. You climbed onto the bed and laid with your cheek on the comforter, ass in the air since you couldn’t support yourself with your hands. You could feel the boy’s eyes on your body and it made you drip from your core just thinking about what they wanted to do to you.

“Me first,” said Seonghwa . “I want to fuck her fresh, wet pussy before anything else.” You heard Hongjoong step to the side and tensed up expectantly as you felt Seonghwa get close to your opening. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down you, collecting all the wetness he could. As he slid in, you moaned hard and instinctively spread your legs wider so he could get as much of his girth in as possible..

“F-f-fuuuuuck,” you said.

“Aw does babygirl like that?” said Seonghwa with another smack on your ass.

“Yessss,” you trailed off as he continued to thrust in and out.

Hongjoong, now standing on the side of the bed, grabbed your hair again like he did when this all started and pulled your head up.

“If you like it so much, what does a good slut have to say?” he said with a growl.

“T-thank y-you…” you whispered.

“What? What was that?” said Hongjoong devilishly. “I don’t think Hwa could hear you all that well.”

“Thank you for fucking my pussy,” you said louder.

“That’s right, you are thankful,” replied Hongjoong, and in one swift movement, still holding your hair, he slammed his cock into your mouth. As Seonghwa fucked you from behind, Hongjoong fucked your face, and the boys settled into a rhythm that steadily brought more and more warmth to your core. You moaned around Hongjoong’s cock, careful to watch your teeth, but soon the feeling in your core became too much to handle. You pulled away from the cock in your mouth and begged, “Please, please can I cum?”

“Not yet, you’ll cum when I say you can,” growled Seonghwa with an extra hard thrust. “I’ll give you a countdown and when I get to the bottom, then you can cum.”

“Y-y- yes sir,” you whined, desperate for the release now but happy that he wasn’t going to edge you senselessly tonight.

“Ten,” he began and landed another firm smack on your ass. You yelped from the pain, making Hongjoong pull your hair tighter.

“Nine,” he continued, alternating sides for his spanks. With each hit you felt tears springing to your eyes but also the intense feeling you loved so much building more and more.

“One,” he finished and with the final smack, you came, hard, over Seonghwa’s cock. Wet rushed down your legs and you heard Seonghwa chuckle deeply as you rode out your orgasm.

“Mmm you must have really wanted that,” he crooned, dragging his fingers up the inside of your leg, collecting your cum. He walked over to you and promptly shoved his fingers in your mouth.

“Taste it you whore,” he ordered and you greedily sucked on his fingers.

“Hwaaaa,” Hongjoong whined. “We haven’t had a chance to cum yet and she has, it’s not fair.”

This time it was Hongjoong who ended up with Seonghwa’s hand around his throat and you watched as the smaller boy gazed nervously, but expectantly, up at him.

“What happened to your big, commanding demeanor, huh?” replied Seonghwa. “You can face fuck a whore but can’t bear the thought of having to get yourself off?”

Hongjoong shyly nodded and Seonghwa turned his gaze to you. He let his grip go and moved to take the handcuffs off of you.

“I want you in the same position she was in,” he said, lightly shoving the smaller boy towards the bed. “And you,” he motioned toward you. “Rest your pretty little self on the headrest and spread your legs wide.”

You both obliged hurriedly and Seonghwa roughly positioned Hongjoong’s head so it was resting on one side of your open legs. He bent down so he was eye level with the other boy’s face and said, “Now you are going to lick her pussy while I fuck your sweet hole and if I hear her making the most heavenly sounds because you’re doing a good job, then I’ll consider letting you touch yourself.”

You felt Hongjoong swallow deeply as he nodded and said “yes sir”. He quickly got to work licking your pussy while Seonghwa dug around for a bottle of lube in the side table. Once he found it, he clambered in the bed and you heard Hongjoong whisper “f-fuck” just like you had as Seonghwa squeezed out a dollop of lube and spread it around his asshole. He did the same for his own cock and quickly he began to push into Hongjoong’s waiting ass.

“Ohhh my god,” moaned Hongjoong as Seonghwa pushed harder and harder into his ass. He continued to lick and suck on your folds and something about the fact that he was now also being fucked made you even more wet. You started to moan and quickly remembered Seonghwa’s order to Hongjoong. You wanted your boyfriend to get his orgasm and it did feel amazing having him eat you out. Quickly, you began to moan louder and ran your fingers through Joong’s hair, pulling him closer into your cunt.

“Good boy,” moaned Seonghwa as he bottomed out completely in the other boy’s ass. “Sounds like you’re doing good work up there.” Instinctively, Hongjoong raised his hips higher, giving Seonghwa the ability to thrust deeper and hit the best spots deep inside him.

“Stroke your cock,” commanded Seonghwa and quickly Hongjoong grabbed his hard length and began stroking it. Instantly, he moaned into your pussy.

“Oh thank you, thank you,” he moaned as he gripped and rubbed his dick. As he pleasured himself, he sucked hard on your clit and you felt yourself coming close to another orgasm.

“M-m-mmmm,” you let out between choked breaths.

Seonghwa locked eyes with you and smirked. Instantly this sent you over the edge and you came on Hongjoong’s tongue and face.

“Fuuuck,” muttered Hongjoong and you noticed him stroke his dick faster and faster. Seonghwa picked up on his speed as well and soon both boys had their heads thrown back.

“Cum for me baby,” growled Seonghwa, and not a second later, Hongjoong spurted his cum all over the bedsheets. Seonghwa pulled out of the other boy's ass and came onto his back with a loud moan. Hongjoong collapsed onto the bed and you heard a sigh come from Seonghwa as he gently stroked the last drops out of his cock.

The three of you laid in bliss for a few moments, taking in the scene of each other, entirely content with the scene that had just unfolded.

From his position, face down on the bed, you heard Hongjoong say, “Shower then snuggles and what do you say we finish that episode we were watching before all this?”

“I think that sounds delightful,” you said.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez hongjoong #ateez hongjoong fanfiction #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez seonghwa #ateez seongjoong smut #ateez seonghwa fanfic #hongjoong #seonghwa

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readbythestarlight · 3 years

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c3e3

LMAO Robbie’s bit

Come onnnn Imogen you can do it!

Nice

Imogen is so hecking cute I love her y’all

LAUDNA IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE god I love her

"Does no one crime?!" Ashton is so done xD

"Well we’ve been waiting for like five minutes"

The spooky whispers are delightful

"How about you just freak me out if there’s a problem?"

What a very polite half giant

Imogen and Bertrand are KILLING me this is so good

"Young girl" xD

I want Ashton and Laudna to just be the BEST bros

I feel like following Dennis or whoever was probably what they were supposed to do but I’m so glad they didn’t because this is hilarious

Holy shit Laudna is the strong babe

I love her

"You think that’s his best life?"

"Sadly I do."

Oooo? Debts?

Laudna is def undead

Crack theory; what if FCG is actually an automaton from Aeor who was reactivated because the M9 let that one automaton whose name I can’t remember go

Laudna is so defensive over Imogen and people doubting her I’m so SOFT over them

Oooooo meeting

That’s a sinister voice

Goooo Orym!!

Aww Denis :(

I mean I guess she was stealing or whatever but still

Y’all made so much noise they’re probably gone

Shit the break is so early!

“THING! KILL!”

Shadowcreepers? Oh?

Is he a vampire I desperately want it to be vampires

Not vampires?? What are they??

L: “he’s afraid of me”

FCG: “as are we all”

Spooooooky dark

RIP Ashton

This isn’t your normal everyday darkness, this is advanced darkness

Bertrand omg

Right so they either took Denis’ body to feed off of (I’m still insisting on vampires) OR they ripped her throat out and she TURNED

Oh hm a boot

Maybe not

I don’t think y’all can reasonably be held responsible

Shadecreepers

They RICH

He made a cake that’s so cute omg

Big tough orc is a BAKER

He’s SO adorable I love him I hope we see him often

Lmao FCG

WHIIIIIISPERS

Ashton and Laudna being delighted by each other’s weirdness is my favorite

Bertrand omg

He’s so obnoxious it’s hilarious

Lmao Ashton

She? Oooo

A mystery she

“Why are you all taking notes”

“I think there’s really, really something special here”

Aw Bertrand

Oh no don’t take a walk buddy you’re drunk

Aw Dorian looking after him that’s so sweet

Imogen what

Omg is Imogen the one who’s gonna have dreams this time

Not bad dreams at least that’s nice

Bad feelings

FUCK

BERTRAND

FUUUUUCK

I mean listen I knew Bertrand wasn’t gonna be Travis’s permanent character I could feel it but I don’t want him to diiiiiie!!

Dorian will feel so guilty!!

Will anyone else even know?? Are they going to assume he just abandoned them??

IT’S THE DWARF (VAMPIRE) FUCK

Don’t go! Don’t go!!

I’m gonna be genuinely upset I liked Bertrand

Noooooo :(

NOOOOOOOO :(

Like I said I KNEW he wasn’t going to be permanent but I didn’t want him to DIE

Is Imogen going to see it??

At least they’ll know he didn’t just abandon them :(

Oh shit the LIGHTS

Oh poor Imogen :((((

RIP Bertrand :(

I’ll genuinely miss him he was so fun and he was having such a good time

Dorian is going to feel SO bad omg

Daaaaamn that was crazy

I’m saaaad

But excited for whoever Travis’ perma-character will be!

#cr spoilers #critical role #critical role spoilers #emi watches critical role #c3e3

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wellhalesbells · 3 years

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✨✨ TOP FIVES FOR 2020 ✨✨

2020 was, i think we can all agree, a massively chaotic year but i have never consumed as much media before in my life, so i thought others might benefit from my slothery uh, connoisseur.... ship? yes, that. below are the books, comics, shows, and movies that got me through!

B O O K S .

the starless sea, by erin morgenstern - i loooove this book because it loves me back. it says: ‘oh, you’re a reader, well i have just the thing for you.’ it luxuriates in language and story and riddles and fairy tales and it feels like an entire library in a single tome.

they never learn, by layne fargo - oh fuuuuuck, this was satisfying. i thought it might feel a little exploitative as it is very aware of the zeitgeist and likely would not exist without the #metoo movement but it never ever did. this was a fucking ROMP, period. reading about a woman getting away with murdering skeezy guy after rapey guy after shitty human just made me happier and happier.

moonflower murders, by anthony horowitz - this is the second in the susan ryeland series (and the first was hardcore good fun too) and really feels very classic mystery with the artful twist of catering to the literary community. mainly because: susan isn’t a detective, she’s an editor and she gets drafted in this time because the clue to what happened to a missing woman is in a book she edited, if she can find it. both of the books in this series have such an excellent coming together moment that is rare af to find.

the invisible life of addie larue, by v.e. schwab - the writing in this is just so good. it has that feel to me where i just want to drop the book and open up my own page and let my fingers fly. it’s that inspiring kind of writing that reminds you of all the things language can do.

crown of feathers/heart of flames, by nicki pau preto - aaahhh, this series is SO FREAKING GOOD! why is there not more of a fandom for it, why???? it is so many of my favorite tropes all resting perfectly together to the point where you almost forget they’re tropes because they just so naturally evolved there. ugh, it’s just.... it’s so heart-bursty good.

.... number 5, part 2? raybearer, by jordan ifueko - this was just so original and i was invested af. like, what a brilliant idea though and an even better execution?? i loved every character and am so looking forward to the next in the series so i can get to know them even better!!

honorable mentions (sh*t i still liked a whole heckuva lot): you/hidden bodies, by caroline kepnes // writers & lovers, by lily king // i’ll be gone in the dark, by michelle mcnamara // the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, by joseph fink & jeffrey cranor // girl, serpent, thorn, by melissa bashardoust // a little life, by hanya yanagihara // the guinevere deception, by kiersten white // obsidio (and the entire illuminae series), by amie kaufman & jay kristoff // the bone houses, by emily lloyd-jones // house of salt and sorrows, by erin a. craig // we hunt the flame, by hafsah faizal // savage legion, by matt wallace // blacktop wasteland, by s.a. cosby // crier’s war, by nina varela // the empress of salt and fortune/when the tiger came down the mountain, by nghi vo // upright women wanted, by sarah gailey // the monster of elendhaven, by jennifer giesbrecht // a deadly education, by naomi novik // you let me in, by camilla bruce // when you ask me where i’m going, by jasmin kaur // the lights go out in lychford/last stand in lychford (and the entire lychford series), by paul cornell // the devil and the dark water, by stuart turton // serpent & dove, by shelby mahurin // one by one, by ruth ware // ruthless gods (this was SUCH an upshot from the first book - it’s worth sticking with if you’re on the fence), by emily a. duncan // cemetery boys, by aiden thomas // the inheritance games, by jennifer lynn barnes // the fortunate ones (2021 release), by ed tarkington

C O M I C S .

cosmoknights, by hannah templer - the art was gorgeous, the gayness was glorious, and just.... hot HOOOOOOOOT lady knights in space?! a princess winning her own hand? find something not to love in there, i dare you.

don’t go without me, by rosemary valero-o’connell - wow. wow wow wow wow wow. the writing was stunning, so lyrical and atmospheric and deep, and rosemary has to be one of my favorite artists but even that managed to come as a beautiful surprise because it was just so freaking bold.

through the woods, by emily carroll - i loooove emily carroll, the convergence of spine-tingling horror and art that feeds into it, that is both visually and aesthetically pleasing, is hard to beat! p.s. i also read beneath the dead oak tree from her this year and it was also a BANGER.

the impending blindness of billie scott, by zoe thorogood - zoe is someone that i just want to follow. she’s just starting and i want to be there for every single step. i love her art style and her ability to tell a story with it.

above the clouds, by melissa pagluica - this was so unique, and such a baller concept, as nearly half the entire book is conveyed only through the art and yet you’re never once lost, never once confused as to what any character is thinking or feeling. it’s a story within a story and only one of those gets words though they both are chock full of emotion!

um.... number 5, part 2? crowded, by christopher sebela - everything about this series is fun af. crowd-funded assassination and a hirable bodyguard who’s rated like an uber driver??? and the chemistry between the two mains is so great and gay!!

honorable mentions: monster and the beast, by renji // long exposure, by kam ‘mars’ heyward // fence, by c.s. pacat // invisible kingdom, by g. willow wilson // ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson // heathen, by natasha alterici // not drunk enough, by tess stone // giant days, by john allison // die, by kieron gillen // be prepared, by vera brosgol // ascender (sequel to descender, which is also great), by jeff lemire // the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north // bang! bang! boom!, by melanie schoen // gideon falls, by jeff lemire // life of melody, by mari costa // cry wolf girl, by ariel slamet ries // the tea dragon society, by katie o’neill // ptsd, by guillaume singelin // heartstopper, by alice oseman // solutions and other problems, by allie brosh // finding home, by hari conner // the magic fish, by trung le nguyen // something is killing the children, by james tynion iv // the weight of them, by noelle stevenson // spill zone, by scott westerfeld // skyward, by joe henderson // miles morales, by saladin ahmed

F I L M S.

parasite, dir. bong joon ho - oh it was satisfying, oh it was suspenseful, oh i had to watch some of it through my fingers but i loooooooved it. such a good story and so well made.

knives out, dir. rian johnson - okay, everything about this movie was amazing. every single character was fun as hell and i could’ve watched an entire movie about each of them. what a great fucking mystery!

blindspotting, dir. carlos lopez estrada - this made my heart hurt so damn much. what glorious writing, acting, and story!

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. celine sciamma - gooooorgeous cinematography, amazing chemistry, and such a soft, atmospheric film.

the farewell, dir. lulu wang - i cried and my heart felt so full and i love it so so much.

um.... number 5, part 2? someone great, dir. jennifer kaytin robinson - no part of me expected to love a netflix movie this much but it’s a love story that doesn’t get told that often?? the end of a relationship and the true love of friendship and i love these girls and i love jenny and nate’s broken relationship.

honorable mentions: eighth grade, dir. bo burnham // booksmart, dir. olivia wilde // midsommar, dir. ari aster // the curse of la llorona, dir. michael chaves // the secret life of pets 2, dirs. chris renaud & jonathan del val // jojo rabbit, dir. taika waititi // the invisible man, dir. leigh whannell // the favourite, dir. yorgos lanthimos // can you ever forgive me?, dir. marielle heller // troop zero, dirs. bert & bertie // ready or not, dirs. matt bettinelli-olpin & tyler gillett // brave, dirs. mark andrews & brenda chapman & steve purcell // the half of it, dir. alice wu // palm springs, dir. max barbakow // doctor sleep, dir. mike flanaghan // uncut gems, dirs. benny sadfie & josh sadfie // birds of prey, dir. cathy van // bloodshot, dir. dave wilson // the old guard, dir. gina prince-bythewood // enola holmes, dir. harry bradbeer // hocus pocus, dir. kenny ortega // always be my maybe, dir. nahnatchka khan // finding dory, dirs. andrew stanton & angus maclane // die hard, dir. john mctiernan

S H O W S .

black sails (2014) - this show, this shooooooooow. i cannot, it just makes me want to cry with how good it is. the characters, the EMOTIONS, the story, the plaaaaaan. like, the creators clearly had a plan for every single step of this show and it was a gOOD, GOOD PLAN.

the untamed (2019) - truly, cheesy good fun with one of the best gay romances ever. i love these characters and their relationships to each other and the way it glories in its own ridiculousness.

the righteous gemstones (2019) - one of the things that bothered me about my next choice (the ratio of female to male nudity) was so much more realistic in this one (i mean, we’ve all gotten five thousand dick pics and i know like three people? so the fact that there is so rarely male nudity in shows when there are tits everywhere..... no, how does that even make a tiny bit of sense?). this show was such great, wonderful, awful fun. they’re not great people and the show is under no delusion about that and it’s GLORIOUS!

the witcher (2019) - this was just hella fun, i loved the characters and the fantasy elements. i’m excited for the next season, it’s just entertaining swashbuckling through and through!

fargo (2014) - all of this was really very enjoyable with the through line being somebody fucks shit up and gets involved in something they really shouldn’t be involved in that’s going to swallow them whole. season one and season three were my stand-out favorites but they were all so violent, clever, and vicious!

um.... number 5, part 2? central park (2020) - um..... so many of the hamilton actors in a muscial cartoon drawn and written by the bob’s burgers team? WHAT ABOUT THAT DOESN’T SOUND AMAZING?! it was such a joy to hear daveed diggs and leslie odom jr.’s voices again!!

honorable mentions: schitt’s creek // the mandalorian // mr. robot // broadchurch // mindhunter // jack ryan // the good place // the end of the f***ing world // big little lies // elite // kidding // servant // letterkenny // curb your enthusiasm // i am not okay with this // ozark // buzzfeed unsolved: true crime/supernatural // you // runaways // dear white people // dickinson // brooklyn nine-nine // will & grace // 9-1-1 // dead to me // solar opposites // never have i ever // killing eve // what we do in the shadows // grace and frankie // avenue 5 // roswell, new mexico // the bold type // evil // tuca & bertie // impulse // the umbrella academy // watchmen // infinity train // corporate // search party // on becoming a god in central florida // a.p. bio // criminal: uk // the morning show // mythic quest // last week tonight // prodigal son // the great

#the starless sea #the invisible life of addie larue #the untamed #knives out #2020 favorites list!!#i tried to stick to shows i both started and finished in 2020 otherwise like schitt's creek and the good place would be in top five #same for comics #uh oh i've found the keyboard again

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everyone-has-their-story · 4 years

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Season 3 episode 3 commentary with my sister:

How old are these actors?

*informs her they are 1 and 2 yrs younger than her*

Okay cool, just checking..

*fake British accent* Even, Even, wherefore art thou Even?

Okay things I don’t need: that dude’s ass

Jokes aside...it hurts me to see how unhappy Robbe is every time he is with Noor

Oh shit..he has abs? That was unexpected

Take your shit and run!!

Oh that’s nice of him to text his-- or not..

Who is you??

OMG!!! IS THAT HIM? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MOTHER FUCKER!?

Wait what...Robbe and I are equally confused..

Istg if this is just some dude, I’m gonna lose it

Booking.com?! LOOOOL

Woah what! He said ‘‘LOL at you, you gullible little boy..now come with me…’

Why is he so pretty? Why can he pull off bleached hair?

There it is again..wtf is an alle??

Sander, you say?...love it, love you, nice to meet you, i have a lot of questions

Hahahaha what a whipped bitch already!! You took the title of Whipped-est Bitch Around from Senne…

Holy shit we are only 4 minutes into this episode? I’ve never felt more alive

Their first date is at a fucking grocery store...what a pair of legends

Wtf is this scanner thing? Nevermind I don’t have time for that

Wait, does he know Amber?

Umm....I have so many inappropriate comments about that face he just made

RIP to Bowie, don’t know a single song but RIP

Yikes..please don’t tell Sander i just said that

I have to stop talking...his voice is very soothing (...good luck with that Kennedy)

What a fucking dork! I love him. Marry me.

Robbe has smiled more in this one scene than he has all season

OMG why are they so cute?!

Also...who is paying for this shit?

Did he just tell him he is expensive?!

Pause it!! I just need to appreciate the fact that Robbe was so happy...is it just me or does him finally meeting Sander feel different than when Isak met Even? ...okay you can play it

Noor you are looking rough, honey

Fucking Amber...get out of here with your bullshit lists

On the bright side..HE’S BACK!

Wtf is a croque?

Robbe...literally no one cares what Amber says

Okay he’s got jokes! I see you, Sander!

PAUSE IT! Go back! ...that boy really just looked him in the eye while on his knees?! Fucking amazing! Hahahaha

Disaster gay in the kitchen

Oh shit...the looks between these two!!

This dude’s reaction to Bowie..

No traditions? ...bummer

Oh shiiiiiit Robbe! (Robbe watching Sander lick the joint paper)

Idk who is more in love, Robbe, Sander or me

Did he just feed him?!?! This man…

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!??!?!?!?! Pause that shit!

Please tell me that is not Britt...istg I am gonna throw myself off this fucking roof!! Remember when i said i couldn’t hate her more?...I lied. Someone buy this girl a ticket home, hell my broke ass will even pay for it! ...I guess you can play it...fucking hell..*face palms*

Same, Robbe, same…

Dumb jokes?? Stfu…

God damn it! We are back to sad Robbe..

Sander needs to get away from both Moyo and Britt

He’s not being social because he is depressed af...leave him be

That sounds like a terrible camp

He is indeed very cool...best thing you’ve ever said Noor

Ugh..back to them kissing

HE’S LOOKING!!! Sander’s eyes just murdered Noor

Paintball? Oh hell yes!

Let’s just shoot Moyo and Britt

LOOOOOOL Sander dude wtf

Britt you are making me hate you more and more…

You’re damn right you won!

There goes Robbe smiling again..I wonder why

The irony of Robbe giving advice on girls

Luca and Aaron would have nice curly haired babies

Sigh…(Sander and Britt kissing)

*Jim Halpert voice* what. is. going. on? (start of the vlog)

Every time I see Sander with Britt, a puppy dies somewhere

Is this for a vlog or for like a satanic ritual?

Sander is so sweet, helping everyone get out the window

Party time!! *dances*

Sander is looking great in the lighting

OOP! They’re eyeing each other again!

For real though...Sander looks good

God damnit! I hate angry Robbe...everyone just leave him alone,..with Sander.

Wait why are they dressed up like that?

Robbe’s hair is on another level

A sexy corpse?? Amber, girl..no

Jana and Jens...interesting, moving on..

Hey you sir, get away from Zoe

R + N? Oh sweetie, no..

Oh shit, hell yes to this song!

Oh there goes Sander and Britt...a puppy just died

Robbe jealousy level 100

Holy fuuuuuck! This has a whole different energy then Evak..

Well hot damn...that just happened...everyone still breathing?

Ofc Amber is telling everyone what to do

Let the man have his coffee

Yes! Help him with the bottles!

Hahahah Sander is a whole ass mood when it comes to Amber

The relationship is going great...except you know, he’s gay

Sounds like it’s time to break up, Sander

Fuck Britt

6 MONTHS?!

Robbe eye fucks Sander for a hot minute while kissing other people, but Sander goes near him and he has gay panic x10

Oh sweet Robbe a pro/con list??

What? No! You will!

Ugh...he’s kinda standing in front of you

I’ll tell you where...right in front of you!

DO IT! Yes!

Ugh..Luca, I love you but now is not the time

Why do these two have better chemistry than me and my bf of over a year??

#wtfock #kennedy watches wtfock #happy bday to kennedy #she has no idea her bday is on such a special day

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years

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Lie Detector - Colby Brock x Reader (self-love issues)

“Mike! You’re next!” Sam yelled, Colby slapping him on the ass when he went to stand up.

“This is fucking terrifying” Mike laughed, his hands already sweating. You had recorded a few videos earlier but now you were just messing around. The lie detector operator slowly got him hooked up to the machine and your whole group started throwing questions at him.

“Which guy in the room would you date if you HAD to date one of them” you asked, Mike being one of your best friends, you loved messing with him. He looked around and considered his options.

“I can’t pick Kevin. He’s hung like a horse. I don’t think I could handle that” Mike quipped, everyone in the room busting out in laughter. “Honestly? I’d have to say Colby. It would be like having a pet cat. All you need to do is put on some good music, feed him, and give him cuddles.”

“Why is that so accurate?” Sam laughed.

“I’m offended you think Kevin has a bigger dick than me!” Colby dramatically argued.

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen your dick!” Mike laughed looking to you. “Is Colby hung like a horse or a cat?” He asked, expecting you to have an answer.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” You threw your arms up in defense.

“Wait, really?” Jake asked. “I thought you two were...well never mind then” he laughed. “I thought Colby had finally gotten the balls to...”

“Hey! Don’t insult my dick AND my balls!” Colby blushed and fake shoved Jake, not letting him finish his sentence.

Mike laughed “Can I be done with my turn?”

“Pick someone to go next” Sam told him.

“Y/n! Get your ass in the hot seat!” Mike called, your heart immediately starting to race.

“Do I have to?” You pleaded. “I’ll do anything not to be hooked up to that thing.”

“Don’t be a pussy!” Kevin called out.

“We all have to do it” Kat added.

“Fuuuuck.” You sat in the chair, trying to calm yourself.

“Okay, y/n. Who is the funniest person in the room?” Kevin asked.

“Mike. 100%.” You answered.

“True” everyone heard your answer confirmed by the lie detector operator.

“Awww, I feel all fuzzy inside” Mike said, making you laugh.

“Who is the most attractive” Sam asked.

“Everyone is attractive for different reasons” you argued.

“Fuck that, you have to pick” he argued.

“Colby” you answered, looking over at his cheeks turn pink.

“True”

Jake jumped right into the next question. “Would you sleep with anyone in this room?” He asked.

“No.” You answered, seeing a few confused faces.

“True”

“WHAT?” Kat stared at you. She knew you were in love with Colby, so she didn’t know how you managed to slide by on that one. “Hmmm...would you date anyone in this room?” She asked, trying to catch you in what she thought was a lie.

“No.” You answered confidently, seeing her mouth drop open.

“True”

“Damn. Either she’s a really good liar or she thinks we’re all gremlins” Kevin laughed.

“Am I done yet?” You asked, just wanting to get the fuck out of this apartment.

“One more” Mike said. “Would you rather LOOK happy and be wealthy and popular or BE happy and be poor and unknown.”

“I’d rather actually be happy” You answered.

“True” the operator said, moving to take the equipment off of you.

“Pick someone to go next” Sam reminded you.

“Colby” you answered, reaching for your bag and sliding on your shoes.

Colby stood up to head to the hot seat. “Where are you going?” He asked.

“I have to get going. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten” you answered, walking out the door and ignoring calls of your name.

Colby went to stand up, but he was already hooked up to the lie detector. “Is she alright?” He asked Kat.

“I think so.” She answered. “I’ll check on her in a little bit. I don’t want to bug her while she’s driving.”

“I’m mad I don’t get to ask you this in front of her, now” Jake smirked at Colby. “Are you in love?”

“No.” He answered.

“False” the lie detector operator said.

“Colbyyy” Jake said in a knowing voice.

“Yes” Colby sighed.

“True”

“Is the person here?” Sam continued.

“Not anymore” Colby looked towards the door with a sad look on his face.

“True”

“Why haven’t you asked y/n out?” Mike asked. “I honestly thought you guys were together.”

“You heard her. She doesn’t like me.” Colby answered, undoing the lie detector equipment himself. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Colby!” Kat ran after him. “I don’t know how she passed the lie detector, but I know she loves you. She’s told me. I’m just as confused as you are.”

“No one else got away with any lies, Kat.” Colby said, walking to his apartment and closing the door.

A full week had passed and nobody had heard from you. You had ignored messages, you had avoided social media, and you were definitely skipping Pizza Night tonight. The one thing you had done is listen to a voicemail that Colby had left you. And you regretted that.

“Hey, Y/n.” Colby sighed, already a few drinks in at Sam’s. “I know I haven’t seen you at all this week, but I still hoped I’d see you at Sam’s tonight. I know sometimes you just want to be alone and I’ve always respected that. I’m the same way, but come on...a week? Is the thought of me caring about you so fucking horrible? I don’t care if you don’t want to date me, but Jesus y/n...does our friendship not mean anything to you? You just left. Kat keeps trying to convince me you tricked that stupid machine but I know better than her. You aren’t a liar. That’s why you can’t answer my fucking phone calls.”

And with that, Colby hung up. He downed a few more shots and threw himself into the festivities that accompany Pizza Night.

“Colby, come on.” Mike was helping Sam by dragging Colby to his own apartment.

“I can walk on my own” he frowned at Mike.

“I know, buddy. I just wanted to walk with you.” Mike smiled over at him, knowing not to argue with a drunk friend.

“That’s so nice of you.” Colby smiled at Mike.

“You really went hard tonight” Mike teased him, setting Colby down on the edge of his own bed.

“Y/n hates me. Didn’t want to think about it anymore.” Colby answered, watching Mike take his shoes and socks off for him.

“Y/n doesn’t hate you.” Mike gave Colby a sad look.

“That’s what it feels like.” Colby answered. “It feels like the first time I convinced myself someone could maybe like me for me they ran away and deleted my number.”

“Colby, a lot of people like you for you.” Mike argued, helping him out of his jeans.

“Nope.” Colby insisted. “They like money, followers, parties, sex, popularity, attention...they like who I know...they like drama.” His ramble fizzled out.

“I’m offended.” Mike tried to lighten the mood, looking for a pair of sweatpants for Colby to wear. “I like you for your body and nowhere in there did you say anything about that.”

Colby genuinely chuckled at what Mike had said. “I don’t mean you. You’re my brother, brother. You’re one of the trusted few.”

“Glad to hear it.” Mike said, getting Colby into the sweatpants.

“You know the thought of asking her out terrified me.” Colby said.

“Why is that?” Mike asked, pulling Colby’s button up shirt off of his shoulders.

“Because she doesn’t need me, dude.” He said, letting Mike pull a t-shirt over his head and falling back on the bed. He snuggled into his bed and continued. “She doesn’t want more followers or fame or attention. She hates drama. She doesn’t let people buy her things or pay for her meals. I have nothing to offer her.”

Mike sat down on the bed next to Colby. “Isn’t that what we’re all looking for, though? We want to find someone who chooses us because they want to. Not because they need something.”

“Exactly.” Colby said, sadly. “And she didn’t choose me.”

Mike looked over at Colby and saw his eyes were closed. He pulled a blanket over his friend and left.

You heard banging on your door and flew out of bed to peek out your window. “Y/N! Let me the fuck in!” You heard Mike yell, followed closely by a “Sorry Mrs. Norris. I’ll be sure to watch my language from now on, I promise.”

You laughed a little, seeing the tiny elderly woman scolding Mike.

You opened the door and Mike walked straight in. “Come in, I guess?” You said, closing your door.

Mike sat on your counter, waiting for you to follow him. “What do I need to do to get you to talk to me? Do we need to get drunk? High? Go for a drive?” Mike asked, a blank expression on his face.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“I want to pick your brain apart, because the Y/n I know wouldn’t have let tonight go down like it did.” Mike hopped off your counter looking mad.

You backed away a step. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Mike humorlessly laughed. “You don’t get to know that, y/n. Wanna know why? Because you weren’t fucking there.”

“Mike, I can’t.” You said, feeling your eyes well with tears. You tried to keep them from spilling over. “Every time I’m around you guys, I start to let myself think I belong there. Every time Colby asks me about my day or follows me around or pulls me to sit by him...I’m not going to let myself fantasize about something I’m never going to have.”

“Y/n.” Mike said softly, pulling you into his arms. “Why do you think you can’t have it?”

“Because I can’t.” You stepped out of Mike’s arms and walked back towards your room.

“I know you care about Colby.” Mike said, following you. “Why didn’t the lie detector catch that? It makes zero sense.”

“I said I wouldn’t date anyone in the room.” You crawled into your bed. “If I refuse to date anyone ever, that applies to the people in the room, yes?”

“Fuuuuuck” Mike sighed. He sat on your bed next to where you were laying down. “Why are you so afraid to let him in?”

“I’m fine by myself. It’s safer alone.” You tried to halt your tears, taking a deep breath.

“Y/n, if you always take the safe road you’re going to miss out on so much.” He said, shaking his head. He knew you struggled with letting people in, but he didn’t think it fucked you up as much as it did.

“If I live my little life in my little apartment with my little goals…I don’t have to starve myself or compete with anyone else.” Word started flying out of your mouth with little permission from you. “I don’t have to be the prettiest or the skinniest or the one with the best skin. I don’t have to worry about having the person I love wish I looked more like that girl he met at a party or be afraid to show off their average girlfriend. I refuse to be someone’s regret, Mike. I’m not going to waste anyone’s time. I’m better off by myself and he’s better off just skipping me instead of stressing out about letting me down easy when the next girl comes along.”

The both of you were silent. You were cried out and Mike was heartbroken for you. “Colby got hammered tonight.” Mike sighed. “He told me he was terrified to tell you how he felt because he knows you don’t need him…so if that was your goal, your message was heard loud and clear.”

“He called me” you whispered.

“And?” Mike prodded.

“He’s really mad at me.” Your voice caught in your throat.

“He’s not mad, Y/n. He’s heartbroken.” Mike so wanted to fix this for the two of you. “You know he doesn’t let anyone in either? He doesn’t think anyone is going to love him for him. Those are his words.”

“Everyone loves him, Mike.” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“That’s what I said, but he made a good point.” Mike tried to explain. “He comes with a lot of things that people want more than him. Fame and money and bullshit. The good news is that he thinks that you’re different. The bad news is that he thinks you don’t care.”

“I care too much.” You said quietly into your pillow.

“Well at least have the balls to tell him that to his face because he tried letting you in and you left. And that’s not fair. You’re so worried about keeping yourself safe that you’re hurting everyone that cares about you. You broke both of your hearts in the process of trying not to break your own.” Mike stood to leave.

“Where is he?” you asked, sitting up.

“Alone.” Mike shook his head. “I left his apartment unlocked so that Sam and Kat can check on him.”

You pulled your phone out and listened to his voicemail for the 100th time. “Can you drive me over there?” you asked, looking for your shoes.

“Why do you think I’m here?” Mike laughed, chucking one of your flip flops at you.

When you got to Colby’s apartment, Mike went and laid down on the couch. He had planned on coming back and crashing there regardless of whether or not you came. You ditched your shoes and walked into Colby’s room. He was curled into a ball, laying on his side. The stuffed animal you always teased him for having tucked against his chest. “Colby” you said, sitting down on the side of his bed. “Colby, wake up.” When he didn’t budge, you shook his shoulder and pulled the stuffed Koala out of his grip.

“Mike, I just want to sleep.” He said, rolling over to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.

“I’m sorry” you said, moving to lay behind him. You slipped your arm around his waist and hugged him to your chest. “We can talk in the morning.”

“Y/n?” he asked, holding your arms tight against him but not rolling over to face you.

“I’m sorry, Colby.” You softly said, trying not to break down in tears again.

Colby started mumbling something that sounded like “This is a dream. It’s just a dream.”

“Do you want me to go?” you asked, moving to pull your arm back.

Colby held your arm tight to his chest. “This isn’t a dream?”

“No” you answered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

Colby turned over to face you, seeing your face wet with tears. “Why are you crying?” he asked, leaning in to clumsily press kisses to both of your cheeks.

“That shouldn’t be your first question when I’m the one that fucked this up so badly.” You said, closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry.” You tried to calm your sobs.

“Y/n, I love you. I’m not going to stop loving you just because you fucked something up once.” He said, slipping his arms around you. “Come here.”

You moved to lay against Colby’s side. “I love you too, you know.”

“I don’t know if I can let myself believe that.” He said, his breath stuttering like he was afraid to speak. “I’m terrified that the second I believe it you’re gonna leave again.”

You sat up a bit so you could look him in the eyes, your hand moving to caress his cheek. “Colby, I’m just as scared as you are. I’m so so sorry I let you think I didn’t love you.” You leaned down to connect your lips, feeling his move against yours. “I promise I won’t leave again.”

Colby rolled the two of you over, his face hovered above yours. “Y/n, don’t promise me something you don’t mean.”

You could feel his breath against your face, his soft blue eyes set on yours waiting for your answer. You gently set your hands on either side of his face, speaking softly. “Colby, I am so scared. And I’m probably going to freak out a few times because I stopped letting people in a long time ago…but I promise you, I won’t leave.”

Colby let his weight gently rest against you as he captured your lips in another kiss. “Thank you for coming back.” He said, adjusting his body down the bed so he could cuddle his face into your soft chest. “It’s okay if you freak out, y/n. As long as you let me, I’ll be there to help you every single time.”

“That’s a big job you’re applying for.” You softly laughed, running your fingers through his hair.

“So?” He replied. “It’s the most important one I’ve got.”

“How did I get so lucky?” you said, dumbfounded by his words.

“It’s not luck.” He mumbled, slowly falling closer to slumber. “You’re worth it…I love you.”

“I love you too, Colby.” You felt him snuggle just a bit closer. “So much.”

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfiction #colby brock oneshot

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.31

Lance was not having a fun time. The tunnels were poorly lit. Long dark shadows made him skittish, unusually on edge about those things just outside his vision. The place felt cold. Cold and loveless. Like dozens of people had died there suffering. The cold had left him chilled right through, his teeth aching as if they wanted to extend to feed. His stomach felt worse with every step, and ignoring Keith wasn’t helping. He shouldn’t have been so standoffish. He shouldn’t have been letting his embarrassment get to him. Feeling himself stumble for the umpteenth time, Keith took him by the arm without promoting. Lance wanted to shake him off, but honestly he felt so lonely that he craved the touch

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Lance back upstairs. He keeps tripping”

Pidge sighed loudly, the gremlin unhappy. This wasn’t what she expected to be there. Most of the storerooms were blocked off, already empty and left that way for years

“I hate to admit it, but we’ll have to come back. There’s not enough light down here. I should have brought head torches. Next time I’m bringing head torches”

“Next time? Noooo, I don’t want to come down here again”

Hunk was one wrong noise away from jumping out of his skin

“What would Shay say? You know she wanted to be here”

“That’s why I said we should wait... I don’t like this place”

Pidge continued like Hunk was dying a little more with each second passing down here

“She couldn’t help that she had to work because Rax went to Platt”

“Great, so we’re all decided. We’re heading back upstairs and we’re drinking. Good? Good. Let’s go”

Since when was Keith so forceful with everyone? Lance had to admit that his bossiness went straight to places it shouldn’t have. Maybe his crankiness had rubbed off on Keith? He didn’t want Keith to be cranky. The hunter was far too young for wrinkles from frowning. Tugging his arm free, Keith bit his lip as he looked away from Lance. The poor guy was as probably confused by Lance as Lance was by himself. If they did come back down here, he’d insist they do so during the day, with Keith armed, and torches for everyone, with spare torches and spare spare torches. He couldn’t go collapsing the tunnels here, though he wished he could. This place felt so wrong that wanted to go to the nearest church and confess every last sin.

Returning upstairs, Lance still felt ill. Pidge had bounced back, off to the bar to order them around, while Lance was slowly inching towards the toilets, needing a moment to collect himself. This time his arm was grabbed by Hunk

“Where are going?”

Lame shrugged, trying to play it cool

“Bathroom. Call of nature and all that”

Hunk nodded, then Keith ruined things

“Good. I’ll come too. Why don’t you grab us a table?”

Nooooooo. He couldn’t refuse Keith. He couldn’t kick him out a public bathroom

“Okay, don’t take too long or Pidge will drink your drinks”

“Be right there, man! Make sure it’s something large and cold. I need a drink after that”

“You need a drink? I feel like I need seven”

Lance sympathised with Hunk. He didn’t like dark cramped places, or places that were haunted, or both of them together

“I feel ya. Be right back”

Walking into the bathroom, Lance headed straight for the sink. Turning both taps on, the best he could hope for was tepid thanks to health and safety. Leaning down, he splashed water over his face, groaning as his jeans dug into his stomach

“I knew you were feeling worse. What’s going on? Did you see something?”

Closing his eyes, Lance leaned against the sink, trying to push away the cold feeling clinging to him

“Felt it... that place doesn’t feel good”

Something warm fell over his shoulders, the vampires opening his eyes to find Keith had placed his jacket over Lance’s shoulders. Technically it was Lance’s jacket to begin with, but he’d leant to to Keith when Keith had nothing much to wear

“You’ve been avoiding looking at me. It’s because of me, isn’t it? I stuffed things up, didn’t I?”

Straightening up, Lance turned the taps off. He didn’t want to have this conversation, but his defences were to low to fake sass

“I don’t know what to do”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean...”

Turning to face Keith, Keith staring at him, looking at him so earnestly

“I mean... I don’t know what to do. I like you. I think I like you. But we’ve barely known each other a handful of weeks and I’m not sure if this isn’t me getting an ego from having someone who understands by myself side, or if I like you because of who you are. We barely know each other. I’ve been scared of myself my whole life. I’ve avoided anything close and intimate. It’s stupid. A monster like me doesn’t deserve friends or happiness, or even a fairytale love story and I’m scared. I don’t want to hate you. I don’t want you to hate me, but I’ve bitten you twice without permission. My first kiss... I knew I was wrong so I had to stay away and now you’re here and I don’t know what to do. I’m so fucking cold. That place may me feel so sick... but I noticed it because I’m not right”

Lance didn’t mean to turn the tears on. He felt sure that Keith would walk away after hearing his confession. Instead the hunter surprised him. Walking over to him, Keith wrapped his arms around him

“God. Why don’t you get a hint. You’re my friend. I don’t know why, but I want to kiss you. When you start calling yourself names I want to hit you for being an idiot. I don’t know why I want to kiss you, maybe because I’ve changing too. My heart keeps racing and my chest feels weird, but I want to kiss you”

“If your having problems with your heart, you need to see a doctor as soon as possible. Has it happened before?”

Keith shook his head. Lance had heard Keith’s racing for no reason, so knew the hunter wasn’t simply making this up

“Not like this...”

That wasn’t good. If anything happened to Keith... He wouldn’t be able to live with himself

“Keith...”

“I’m going to ask Shiro when he gets back”

That’d be soon, but what if something happened to Keith in the mean time

“Maybe we could ask Coran? He has to know, or he’ll know someone we can talk to. We can’t take risks with your health. How long has it been happening”

Keith mumbled against Lance’s shoulder

“A couple of weeks...”

“Keith!”

“It’s not important”

How could this idiot not think his health mattered?! It mattered more than whatever was going on between them. They couldn’t play games with Keith’s health. If there was something wrong, they needed to diagnose it as soon as possible

“How can you say that?! You’re rude and annoying and I don’t know much about you, but you’re human. You need to take care of yourself!”

“You’re overreacting”

“You’re my friend, you dumb jerk!”

“And I think you’re mine too. If you don’t want to kiss me, I’ll understand, but for some reason, I want to try kissing you”

“But I can’t date anyone. I’m...”

“An idiot crumpet”

Lance couldn’t help but laugh. He’d never been called an “idiot crumpet” before. Raising his head at the same time as Keith, they were half a second away from what ever was going to happen when the door to the bathroom started to open, Lance reacting by pushing Keith away as the stranger casually walked over to the urinals. With a silent agreement, the pair nodded at each other, before quickly leaving the bathroom.

Keith wasn’t quite sure what had happened in the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if Lance was going kiss him or not. Thanks to the arsehole who’d walked in, now he’d never know. Joining Pidge and Hunk at the table, Hunk was nursing a beer as Pidge kept guard over the three shots in front of her, another three sitting in wait for him and Lance. Eyeing the shots, Keith had a horrible feeling

“Tequila?”

Pidge nodded happily

“When drinking to forger, it has to be tequila”

Lance let out a loud groan, before poking at the side of one of the shots

“Are you trying to kill me? What happened to me being sick?”

“You were wallowing, now you’re drinking!”

“Noooo... Pidge, this isn’t a great idea”

What did Lance have to worry about? He couldn’t get drunk. Sure, there was the after shot burn, but that’s about as bad as it got for him. Keith hadn’t very fond memories of tequila. It most revolved around the bottle he’d stolen as a wayward teen. Shiro had no sympathy when he’d thrown up on his jacket and ruined it

“This is a great idea! One, two, three!”

Both Lance and Pidge took a shot, Keith releasing mid shot and grabbing the closest so he didn’t look clueless. Wincing as he coughed, that was definitely tequila and this was definitely not going to end well

“Fuuuuuck...”

Lance reached over and patted his back

“It’s not going to get any better”

Because that was totally reassuring!

“I know... god... do I have to do the other two?”

Pidge shuddered, ignoring the involuntary movement, she smiled

“Yep! This one’s to way friends and missing brothers who desert us!”

Shooting the second shot, it was worse than the first. His third shot glass was taken by Lance

“Okay. Time to slow down. Keith has a bad heart and too much alcohol isn’t a good thing”

Hunk went into concerned friend mode, something usually directed at Lance

“You never told us that”

“It’s fine. He’s overreacting”

Lance quickly downed the shot meant for him

“Oops. Now you’ll have to slow down”

“Oops” his left arse cheek. Lance had no right spilling that thing about his heart. Reaching out, he took Lance’s last shot, locking eyes with him before downing it. 3 shots in the space of 5 minutes wasn’t the smartest of plans but he didn’t need protecting. He was a grown adult who could make his own choices

“Keith, my man! Nicely done. In your face, Lance!”

Hunk nervously interjected

“Pidge, I don’t think we should be encouraging him...”

“We’re not. He did that all by himself”

Lance pushed his chair back, Keith had the feeling he’d somehow disappointed him, but his original plan of liquid courage was back on track, so Lance could suck it

“Right, well, before you both get shit faced, I’m getting food for the table”

The more Keith drank, the more he knew he was screwed. The tequila had hit hard, as had the four double bourbons and coke, even with Lance pestering them all to the eat wedges he’d bought for the table. When Pidge suggested karaoke, his dumb arse had agreed, not knowing he was going to end up on stage with Lance, belting out the words to Black Parade... Drinking made his normal tight hold on his emotions slip away. That’s why he’d started drinking only when he was at home and not likely to get himself in trouble. Lance seemed to be having fun, but Keith couldn’t tell if it was an act. Coming off the stage, Keith headed straight to the bar for another drink, leaning against the counter as Lance was pulled into another duet with Pidge, who really couldn’t sing despite giving it her best shot.

Ordering another bourbon and coke, Keith smiled as he watched the pair making fools of themselves, Pidge being booed, as she alternated between singing and telling the crowd to “shut the fuck up”. Fuck she was feisty. Feeling an arm brush against his, Keith turned to the stranger beside him, the man barely taller than himself

“Watch it”

Keith blinked at the stranger, they might be in the middle of nowhere but the man was backwards on top of backwards with more testosterone than braincells

“You’re the one who bumped into me”

“You should still be careful. Can I buy you a drink?”

Now he was being hit on?

“I’ve got one, thanks”

“I haven’t seen you around here before”

“Maybe you haven’t been looking?”

“I think I’d remember a pretty face like that”

“Then maybe you should get a doctor to look you over?”

The man snorted at him. Drunk Keith was a horny Keith. Another reason to avoid drinking in public

“I don’t know about your friends, but maybe you could come give me a moment of your time?”

“Only a moment? Sorry, I don’t think that’s going to cut it”

“What about all night?”

There were worse choices he could make. Keith found himself smiling despite the fact the man not being his type at all

“I’m...”

Keith was cut off, Lance appearing beside him, an arm shaking around his waist

“Sorry about my friend here. He’s a terrible drunk. I hope he wasn’t inconveniencing you”

“Not at all. We were having quite the stimulating conversation. We were about to take it somewhere more private”

“Sorry, but he’s actually coming home right now”

“What are you? His keeper? Let’s leave this jerk off. You can do better than that”

The strangers words didn’t go down well. Keith went from feeling buzzed to murderous that the man would insult Lance like that. Grabbing his drink, he threw it in the man’s face. There were a few gasps, the strangers face morphing to anger

“Don’t you talk about him like that!”

“What the fuck is your mental damage?!”

Keith went to swing. One moment he was standing and the next he was over Lance’s shoulder

“Pidge! Hunk! Time to go!”

“Put me down, you arsehole! He insulted you!”

Hitting Lance’s back, Lance kept walking, Keith keeping his head down in embarrassment. He wasn’t a kid! He could handle himself!

Following them out the pub, Pidge was laughing, Hunk apologising to everyone. Lance still refused to put him down until they reached Hunk’s car

“What was that?”

Wheezing with laughter, Pidge was annoying him. Pushing against Lance, Keith really wanted to go back and punch that guy square in the face

“Keith had a bit too much to drink. Pidge, you get in the front with Hunk. I’ve got an angry emo to wrestle under control”

“He insulted you”

“And you decided to throw your drink in his face! I can’t believe you!”

“He...”

“Was a nobody! Get in the car, Keith!”

Keith swallowed. Lance was livid and he knew it. Unlocking the door, Keith was forced in the back while Hunk walked around the pair of them, the poor dude didn’t look happy at all. It wasn’t Keith’s intention to be a dick, but Lance was Lance and didn’t need to be spoken to like that.

It turned out that climbing into the back was the worst idea Lance had ever had. Keith felt trapped by the sweet scent rolling off the vampire, and maybe a little bit too horny from the alcohol and adrenaline rush. The ride home was lost in a fog, Keith finding himself being pulled out of the car by Lance, who was calling apologies to Hunk and Pidge and promising to make it up to them.

Getting inside the house, Keith felt his self control erode. Lance’s hand in his gave him a private thrill. The fire simmer in his belly burning into something dangerous. Barely through the door, Keith grabbed Lance by the collar, pushing the vampire up against the wall hard enough to make a thud, his lips on Lance’s before Lance knew what was happening. Fuck... he wanted him. He wanted him in any way he could get him. Resisting the kiss, Lance’s teeth cut Keith’s lips, Keith keeping him pinned until the resistance started to fade. When Lance shoved him back, Keith was confused, then the vampire was pushing him back up against the door, kissing him every much as Keith wanted to be kissed. Bringing his hand up, Lance grabbed him by the back of the head, the pair of them rutting up against each other as they made out sloppily.

Before they could go further, Lance was pulling away, head dropping against Keith’s shoulder as Keith bared his neck, hands going to the button of Lance’s jeans

“Keith... this isn’t...”

“Less talking, more moving”

Rolling his hips, the hunter moaned, feeling how hard Lance was against him

“Keith...”

“Goddamn it, Lance... Shut up and take me to bed”

Releasing his hair, Lance grabbed him by the arse, Keith jumping up to wrap his legs around Lance’s slim waist as their lips met again. Being with Lance was exhilarating. Their kisses deep and hungry, hands all over each other as Lance carried him upstairs to his room.

Clumsy as they reached their destination, Keith was dropped down backwards on the bed, not slowing down an inch as he started stripping Lance. Reason had gone out the window, the human animal laid bare by their desires. Getting Lance’s shirt and jacket off, Keith’s hands went back to fumbling at Lance’s jeans, trying and failing at getting them undone. Groaning his annoyance, Lance pulled his hands away, pinning them above Keith’s head as he looked him in the eye

“Do you want this?”

“Yes... fuck yes...”

He was hopelessly horny, feeling like a teenager all over again. He didn’t care which way he had Lance, only that he had to have him now. His consent was enough for the older man, Lance releasing his hands and moving to stripping his shirt off. Fuck... they hadn’t even fucked and Lance looked blissed out. Fangs protruding over his teeth as his hands moved to Keith’s pants. Keith getting all the more impatient over Lance’s jeans not being around his ankles

“Patience”

Rising from the bed, Lance stripped his jeans off, Keith quickly doing the same. Moving over to his bedside drawers, Lance grabbed out a line of condoms and a bottle of lube, his cheeks adorably red as he mumbled about “vampires having needs too”. Climbing back onto the bed, Lance straddled his hips, Keith moaning as he wrapped his arms around him, leg coming up to prevent him escaping as they rocked together. Feeling at bursting point, Keith broke the kiss

“I fucking want you...”

“I’ve never done this before”

“Neither have I...”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

It was a sweet confession, but not what Keith wanted. Growling, he rolled them over, kneeling between Lance’s long legs, he eyes the vampire below... Lance wasn’t hung, but he wasn’t small, Keith agreeing mentally he was the perfect size to be in his mouth. Shimmying back, he placed kisses on Lance’s inner thighs, Lance moaning lewdly at the action... Blowing Lance was going to need to wait until he was sober

“Lube”

Keith knew enough to know it was going to hurt without proper prep. Whether it be vaginally, anally, or bank robbery, always finger your partner. The lewd joke coming to mind as he took the lube from Lance. Squeezing out a generous amount, Keith tossed the lube aside

“Ready?”

Lance nodded, Keith’s fingers dipping into the cleft of Lance’s arse. Finding the tight ring of muscle, he was a tad too enthusiastic as he pressed his finger in. Lance’s eyes shooting wide open

“Gentle!”

Keith took the hint, blush in his cheeks. He didn’t want to hurt Lance... right... he needed to calm down...

Keith couldn’t calm down, and Lance was too impatient. Pushing Keith back, Lance flipping himself over, pushing his arse in the air

“Just do it already...”

There wasn’t anything sexy about the comment, Keith rushing to grab a condom, before finding his fingers too slippery to get the thing open, tearing open the one beneath the one he actually wanted. Rolling the flimsy piece of plastic in place, he hands were shaking with exhilaration and nerves, a sucked down a deep breath. They were doing this... and fuck he wanted it.

Slowly sinking into Lance’s heat, Keith groaned at the tightness around him. Lance whimpering as he kept things slow, trying not hurt the vampire. Burying himself balls deep, he caged Lance’s body with his own, giving him a moment to adjust before slowly pulling back then snapping his hips forward. Lance felt so goddamn wet and tight... Keith losing himself in the pleasure of the act as he pulled back again. He’d never done this before, but it hands down beated jerking off alone in his room. Sitting back, his hands went to Lance’s hips, feeling more confident about what he was doing given he hadn’t broken Lance with his first pathetic thrusts. They’d barely started but he was ready to come, the feeling building all over again as he started fucking Lance’s pert little arse sloppily with in experience.

When his orgasm finally hit, Keith came with a twisted groan. Beneath him Lance was making the most beautiful noises, hands clutching his blankets as his orgasm hit, clenching hard around Keith like he was trying to drain him dry. Dizzy from exhaustion and alcohol, Keith flopped forward, hips still rutting as he rubbed his cheek against Lance’s smooth back, babbling a string of praises that didn’t reach his ears. Easing out his now lover, he found himself crawling off Lance to flop down next to him, a hand coming up to pat Lance’s shoulder before Lance was letting himself fall against him. Fuck, he boneless with release, sated and sleepy. Lance seemed to want to cuddle, Keith not objecting as Lance moved to face him rather than having his back against him, their lips finding each other’s again. Wow... just... wow...

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greenhatsinthesky · 4 years

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lockdown film no. 22 - Submarine (2010) dir. Richard Ayoade

14/04/2020

- the only things Id seen Oliver and Jordana in prior to this were the story of tracy beaker and the Sarah Jane adventures and ballet shoes respectively so this was quite a change of pace

- normally I find voiceovers really cringey but this one is just so absurd and leads us so far into Olivers psyche that it was pretty fascinating. My problem with voiceovers generally is that they’re normally used as the laziest possible way to spoon feed exposition to the audience instead of finding interesting ways to tell us stuff, but that doesn’t happen here that much, and even when we are just being told facts, its done in a way that reflects on Olivers character so its entirely worthwhile given that the whole thing is basically a character study

- i really enjoyed the way that he observed people and how the cinematography allowed us to experience stuff with him, like in the scene where he’s talking about Jordana’s flaws and we see a tiny bit of her eczema on her neck as he’s looking at her

- the way that he was talking about team building and character development and challenging the bourgeoisie over a scene where he and some other kids are tormenting another kid is just something else

- “i don’t know them yet, but they seem like terrible human beings”

- “i wish life could be like American soap operas. then, when everything’s got dramatic, you could just fade the picture down and pick things up again later.” *picture fades to black, we pick things up at a later scene*

- GENIUS

- his internal monologue is class and how it fits with what we see on screen Im amazed

- its kind of comical how desperate he is to find out what kind of person he is - the bit where he talks about how he had a hat phase and listened exclusively to French crooners isn’t necessarily relatable on that level but the essence of it is, they just exaggerate it slightly for comedic purposes but somehow don’t lose the feeling of the thing

- “my body is being replaced by a shell. my internal organs are made of stone. ive been dead for years” “right”

- is this what’s its like to be an only child

- my gOD his parents were awkward

- one of the first montages was incredible - it had a love song playing and Oliver and jordana were doing stuff that was romantic to them but absolutely not in a conventional way: she was holding lit matches up to his leg hair to burn it, they were sat in a shitty bath tub by a railway track, they were putting lit sparklers in a little paper boat, looking at each other through those weird kaleidoscope things etc, but it was filmed in such a genuinely loving and poetic way that even though they were doing some really weird stuff it felt really cute and that they just liked being around each other and looking at each other in new ways and I really liked that

- “the super 8 footage of memory” is possibly my favourite concept to ever exist (that section made me wish I was in love)

- the fucking balloons ??? Yes sir that is how you seduce a lady put red balloons in the room you hope to woo her in

- “thanks for living up a fucking hill.”

- sorry but jordana’s lil nose scrunch after Oliver kisses her on the cheek after they didn’t have sex for the first time was just precious

- THE ULTRASOUND SEQUENCE FUUUUUCK

- the drawing of Olivers mum that she found in the drawer looked oddly like idina menzel

- there was a bit which made me very interested in the indifference that people show towards their partners when they ask them stuff that they’d change about them. I think there was a woman on tv and the mum was like o husband of mine what do you think of my hair and the husband was like well I think its nice regardless of length and as long as you like it I don’t mind and she was like so you wouldn’t care if I shaved my head and he was like no as long as you’re happy and this really pissed her off for some reason because it seemed like he didn’t care. But like if he said you cannot have your hair like this or I swear to fuck I will throw some serious hands then that’d be pretty dire so I don’t know what the vibe is with this

- the transition from the hospital to suddenly he was on a bridge was really cool like he put on a hat and he was just there

- ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE YOU DUMBASS

- the whole thing was very red and I liked that. Im sure there’s some deeper meaning to the colour palette but I haven’t got there yet

- i am in love with the bed in the sea. In. Love.

- he jumps in a pool then emerges out of a bathtub, fully clothed, only to be held down by himself

- the last scene is shot beautifully, the sky is gorgeous and I loved how they started off with really snappy banter dialogue and then it just petered out to him copying her and them smiling at each other

- piledriver waltz is a tune

- there’s someone is the cast credited as “woman who looks nothing like jordana” and those people are my favourite

#submarine #richard ayoade #joe dunthorne #craig roberts #yasmin paige #noah taylor #paddy considine #sally hawkins #erik wilson #alex turner #warp films #film4 #uk cinema #lockdown film no. 22 #lockdown films #rob out

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waywardaardvark79 · 5 years

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Check Yes or No Part 6: What do I Owe Ya?

Summary: You've been best friends with Dean Winchester since childhood. When you finally realize what's been in front of you this entire time will secrets threaten to destroy what you have before it really even begins.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, smut

Dean looked over at the alarm clock, 5:47 AM, and eased himself from bed as quietly as possible. He padded into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, then sat at the table and pinched the bridge of his nose, "What the fuck do I do?" He thought to himself that maybe he should just tell you, get everything out in the open.

You would surely know what to do. He sat and imagined how that conversation would go, and quickly decided against it. He couldn't lose you after it had taken him this long to finally get you. He still had time, right? He needed to clear his mind. He grabbed the notepad off the counter, quickly scribbled you a note, and walked back into your bedroom to gather his clothes. He laid the note on your nightstand, and then quietly walked out of the room.

You slowly blinked open your eyes and tried to focus on the clock next to the bed, 10:33 AM. It didn't register to you at that moment that Dean's side of the bed was empty. You slowly sat up and stretched your arms above your head. "Dean." you called out. No answer. You finally noticed the note on the nightstand, and grabbed it.

A wicked thought crossed your mind, and you hopped up to go jump in the shower. You stood in front of your closet and pulled out the simple white sundress. You put on a little make up and curled your hair. You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time, grabbed your keys, and headed out the door.

You pulled up in front of the scrap yard, and shut off the engine. You looked into your rearview mirror as you applied a little lipstick. Satisfied with how you looked you got out and headed towards the large chain-link fence.

You pushed open the door, and closed it behind you. You figured since he was working on his car that he would be in the big shop in the back of the yard. The closer you got you could hear the music blaring from the open garage style doors. You leaned against the frame and simply watched for a moment.

Dean was bent over the hood of the car, hands busy with whatever part he was working on. He had shed his flannel and was just in a white t-shirt and jeans. It was a beautiful view.

You sauntered over and leaned against the driver's side door. You watched as Dean's eyes raked over your body, and you took a few steps towards him. "So what do I owe you?" you asked.

Dean looked at you for a moment, confusion settling across his face, "What?" he asked.

"You know, for fixing my car." you said as you patted the top of the car.

The corner of Dean's mouth quirked up, as he lowered the hood, "Well, ma'am, it was a pretty big job. I'll have to charge you for the parts, and for the labor." he said.

You closed the gap between the two of you, "Hmmm, you see, sir, that might be a problem. I seemed to have left my purse. Perhaps there is some other way I can pay you?" you suggested.

Dean smirked, pulled a rag from his back pocket and began wiping his hands, "I'm sure we could, uh, come up with some sort of arrangement." he said. You ran one finger down his chest and stopped at the top of his jeans. "Ma'am, it would be a shame if that pretty dress you're wearin' got dirty." he said.

You took a step back, grasped the bottom of your dress, which ended right above your knees, and slowly pulled it over your head. You tossed it on the hood of the car as you took a step closer to Dean.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and then slowly trailed them down his chest before falling to your knees. You braced your hands on his thighs, and looked up at him. He was staring down at you, eyes dark with lust. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, and came to a stop at the button of his jeans.

You watched as his tongue darted out and ran across his plump lower lip before lightly biting down on it. You unbuttoned his jeans and slowly inched the zipper down before tugging them down to rest around his thighs. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxer briefs. You looked up at him through your lashes and slowly leaned forward and began to place sloppy kisses against him through the thin material.

You hooked your fingers in the top of his briefs and slowly pulled them down. You placed your hand around the base of his cock and guided him towards your mouth, only taking in the tip and slowly swirling your tongue around it.

Dean sucked in a breath as you ran your tongue down his shaft and over his balls before sucking one into your mouth. "Fuuuuuck." You raised your hand to your mouth, spit into your palm, and placed it back around the base of his cock.

You started out with a slow up and down motion, adding a slight twist of your hand, before taking the tip back into your mouth. You slowly slid down his shaft, taking as much of him in as you could, before hollowing your cheeks and sucking back to his tip.

You continued to bob up and down on him, Dean's moans growing louder by the second. He had his fists clenched at his side. You took his hands in yours, not caring about the grease, and placed them on your head.

He quickly tangled his fingers in your hair, as you stilled your movement, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his own pace. You opened your throat, trying your best not to gag, but the noises you made just seemed to spur him on. "Fuck baby, you take my cock so good." he said.

You moaned around him, the vibration from your mouth pulling a similar sound from him. "Fuck Y/N, I'm....gonnna..." he choked out quickening his pace. He started to pull away, but you placed your hands on his ass and pulled him deeper into your mouth.

You gagged around him as his hips stuttered and soon felt ropes of his hot cum shooting down the back of your throat. His hands loosened their grip on your hair as he slowly pulled himself from your mouth.

You rose to your feet, ran your thumb along your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and releasing it with a wet pop. "So, does that cover it? you asked.

For a moment Dean had forgot what you were talking about, too busy basking in the after glow. He quickly cleared his throat as he tucked himself back into his jeans, "That should do it, ma'am. " he said.

You grabbed your dress from the hood, pulled it back on, and kissed him on the cheek, "See ya when you get home." you said, before turning to walk out, not giving him the chance to reply.

Dean walked into your apartment around four that afternoon. "Babe." he called out.

"Back here!" you yelled.

The moment you left the shop earlier he decided that he was going to tell you everything that was going on. You deserved to know, and he absolutely hated lying to you. He went over everything he wanted to say all afternoon, and mentally prepared himself for every possible outcome. He found himself slowing down as he got to your door.

"Everything ok?" you called out.

He stopped in his tracks, his palms breaking out in a sweat. "No, I'm about to fuck everything up, and you are gonna hate me." he thought to himself.

He poked his head into your bedroom door to see you sitting on the bed wearing one of his old t-shirts, completely wrapped up in the show were watching. "Yeah, just needed to talk to you real quick." he said.

He watched as you patted the spot next to you on the bed, "Did something happen? No good usually comes from the hey I got to talk to you conversations." you said.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, and started to speak but nothing came out. You looked up at Dean. He was sweating, and the color seemed to have drained from his face. "Hey, you feeling ok? You look kind of sick." you said.

He forced himself to take a few more steps, and sit down on the edge of your bed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just didn't enough sleep last night." he said.

You nodded, "So.....what's up?" you asked.

He sat for a moment staring at you, unable to form words. He quickly tried to memorize everything about your face. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't force the words out.

"Oh, I uh, talked to Mom and Dad this afternoon. They stopped by the shop. They are having a party for their anniversary in a month, and they were wondering if you could cater it." He turned to face you, "I know you don't usually do that, but it's still a month away, so you have plenty of time to plan. I mean, it's going to be a pretty small thing I think, mostly just friends and family." He quickly rambled all of that out, and suddenly felt guilty at just how easy it was for him to lie to you.

He wondered to himself when that had happened. He used to tell you everything, but now he felt like every time he talked to you he was feeding you another lie. He tried telling himself that he would do it when the time was right, but how could the timing be right for something like this?

"Sure, I could do that." you said.

"Great. I know they will really appreciate it. I'll call them later and tell them that you will do it." he said.

He leaned back against your head board and thought for a moment. Now he had to convince his parents to have a party for their anniversary, and to let you cater it, all because he was too much of a damn coward to tell the truth. It seemed like every time he turned the corner he was digging himself into a deeper hole that he didn't know if he was going to be able to make it out of in one piece.

#supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural fic #supernatural reader insert #supernatural fanfiction #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #reader insert #dean #spn fic #spn #smut

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5x22: Swan Song

In light of recent news, we thought we’d finally tackle what might have been the end (until someone went and made a demon deal, giving us 10 more years of our beloved show!) It’s weird watching this and seeing what a bummer this all would have been if it had ended like this. Sure, it was epic, but I guess I’m a sucker for a happy ending when it’s about characters I’ve come to love more than my own family. I’m also going to point to this Twitter thread about good and bad show endings. Swan Song wouldn’t have been bad had we only had TFW for five years, but we’ve watched them grow over 15 years now, and I want to see them get some peace. (Thanks to all the meta writers for throwing out the much needed hope!)

The Road So Far:

Carry on my wayward son...

Now:

We open with Chuck Shurley narrating the origin story of the most important object in pretty much the entire universe. And I’m literally two minutes into rewatching this episode and already crying. He’s tells us about it’s original owner, Sal Moriarty. (Oh, Eric Kripke, of course it was.)

And how, after he died, it ended up in the hands of John Winchester, after some persuasion by his time traveling son.

Fade to Sam and Dean in Bobby’s salvage yard, drinking beer from the little green cooler. Dean tells Sam that he’s “in” on having Sam say yes to the devil.

Dean acknowledges that Sam can make his own choices. “Watching out for you? That’s kinda been my job, you know? More than that, it’s kinda who I am.” Seeing this image Dean has of himself shift to NOT be this is really great. Dean asks if this is really what Sam wants. Sam is more resigned than enthusiastic to the plan, obv.

Cut to Team Free Will collecting demon blood like they’re stocking up for the apocalypse (err..). Dean confers with Bobby about Lucifer’s location and they determine it is Detroit.

Once on the road, Dean can’t help but notice what a cute, slumbering angel he has in the backseat. Sam logically points out that angels don’t sleep. They talk about their plan, the odds of it working, and the reality that Sam won’t be coming back from the cage. Sam makes Dean promise that he won’t try and get him back. Dean balks at the idea. Sam makes him promise that he’ll find Lisa and live “some normal, apple pie life.”

Once in Detroit, the group finds many demons out and about. Sam and Bobby have a moment. Then Sam asks Cas to “take care of these guys” for him. Cas tells Sam that it isn’t possible. Sam asks him to humor him. Cas catches on just a little too late that he’s supposed to lie. Oh Cas, you beautiful, literal goob.

Sam then gets to the business of downing four gallons of demon blood. With that done, Sam and Dean turn themselves in to the demons, who bring them to Lucifer.

Chuck continues his monologue on the Impala. He mentions the unimportant features, and then mentions the important features: Sam’s green army man, Dean’s legos, Sam and Dean’s initials. The devil doesn’t know or care about their car.

The devil wants to know what Sam and Dean are up to.

Sam says he’s ready to say “yes.” The devil reveals that he knows they have the rings that will reopen the Cage. Fuuuuuck. Sam tries bluffing, but the jig is up. Dean’s look of anguish is devastating. Lucifer likes his odds on the battle that will happen in Sam’s head. He agrees. Before Dean can do anything more than say “No”, Sam says “Yes.”

A bright light flashes and Dean finds Sam knocked out on the floor. He throws the rings on the wall and gets to opening the door to Hell. Sammy awakens and Dean helps him towards the portal. Only, PSYCH! It’s actually Lucifer. Sam didn’t stand a chance against him. He closes the portal and takes the rings.

Once away from Dean, Lucifer has a moment with Sam, where Sam makes it very clear that he’s not done fighting.

Lucifer appeals to Sam’s worst feelings about himself, but says he wants Sam to be happy. Sam doesn’t want anything from Lucifer. Lucifer then points out the group of demons behind him. They’re all people Sam knew in his life --they were all watching Sam for Azazel.

Dean, Bobby, and Cas are watching the fallout to Sam saying yes.

Shallow Sidenote:

(Those curls!)

Cas suggests they “imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and just wait for the inevitable blast wave.” GRIM, DUDE --but he ain’t wrong. Cas doesn’t think there’s any way they can stop Lucifer and Michael meeting. Dean is not giving up (and he’s desperate guys -his insult at Cas was way harsh). Bobby’s even resigned to the reality of the situation.

We cut back to the room full of demons, but they’re all dead this time. Lucifer smugly looks at Sam in the mirror. “We having fun yet?” Ugh, Lucifer, you’re the worst.

Chuck’s narration cuts in like a road narrative, all misty colored and gentle. “They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove one thousand miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars for hours without saying a word.” This beautiful interlude dissipates with a phone call and Chuck picks up, expecting Mistress Magda. (Eyebrow waggle.) LOL, nope! It’s Dean.

“You got a real virgin / hooker thing going on, don’t you?” Dean observes. Excuse me while I laugh forever over this line, with the confirmed Chuck-is-God context. Dean wants to know where the fight will happen. It’ll be at Stull Cemetery at high noon, just outside of Lawrence. Chuck doesn’t have any more useful information than that…but it’s a place to start.

Bobby and Cas try to prevent Dean from heading to Lawrence to intervene in the upcoming archangel showdown but their arguments are weak sauce compared to Dean’s need to save Sam. He heads off alone to Stull.

The cemetery is wispy with mist and bedraggled with age. Michael (wearing Adam) flaps in to greet Lucifer. (Side note: Saying that Michael is “wearing Adam” sounds like Adam is a fashion designer. In this epic showdown, Michael has been dressed by the FABULOUS Adam!)

Both brothers seem regretful, but ultimately resolved. Lucifer questions why they’re fighting if neither of them wants to do it. Michael trots out the old “duty” argument. Lucifer offers an alternative: “We’re going to kill each other. And for what? One of Dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard.” Hey, guys. It’s a really good point. It’s also an intentional mirror of Dean, Sam, and John that I refuse to stop getting emotional about.

Michael’s tempted for a moment. Damn serpent!! “I’m a good son,” Michael decides. “You haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself.” This is also an excellent fucking point, man. The rumble’s still on.

Speaking of rumbling, Dean approaches in Baby with Def Leppard cranked up loud. FUCK YEAH. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?” To quote Tess McGreer’s Twitter feed: MY SON!

Michael’s not into the whole threesome battle, and heads threateningly towards Dean when the camera cuts suddenly to Castiel and Bobby who have just flapped in. “Hey, assbutt!” Castiel shouts before lobbing a holy oil molotov cocktail at Michael. Bless.

Michael poofs away. “You got your five minutes,” Cas says to Dean just before Lucifer explodes him. NOOOOOOO

Lucifer’s pretty crabby by this point, so when Dean tries to verbally reach Sam again, he hurls Dean into Baby. Bobby shoots futilely at Lucifer before Lucifer snaps his neck. NOOOOOOO

“Sammy, are you in there?” Dean asks desperately. PROTECT.

“He’s gonna feel the snap of your bones,” Lucifer promises Dean. He’s gonna kill Dean slow. I’d chortle over the classic villain “kill you slow” trope except that Lucifer is beating Dean bloody and it’s really, really not funny.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” a very battered Dean tells Sam, leaving me to stare into space thinking about how he must have said this on quiet nights, comforting young Sam over nightmares or monster-under-the-bed scares.

Lucifer draws his fist back to deliver a killing blow as Dean slumps in his hold. His eye catches on a little army man stuck in the ashtray and we get a montage of Dean and Sam moments set to the soundtrack of howling wind. Sam’s fist uncurls.

And that’s it. Sam takes control. “I’ve got him,” Sam tells Dean. He hauls the rings out of his pocket and tosses them to the ground, chanting the incantation to open the cage. Dean sprawls on the ground, leaning against the car, bloodied and broken. Sam panics at the threshold to the cage when Michael!Adam appears.

Sam takes one more look at Dean before he opens his arms wide, ready to plunge into the cage. As Michael tries to haul him back, Sam pulls him in as well.

With a blast, the cage closes and Dean is left alone in the quiet, wind-swept cemetery.

He looks up a while later to find Castiel standing behind him, whole and unblemished. “You’re alive?” Dean asks.

“I’m better than that,” Cas says and…okay. He heals Dean with a touch, then brings Bobby back to life. Good job, Cas bby!

“Endings are hard,” Chuck says, and the scene switches to his office once again. “Endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.”

We switch back to Dean and Cas in the Impala. Cas is headed back to Heaven to try to bring order upstairs. He’s ready to continue his heavenly mission, but Dean’s pissed off. “Where’s my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole.”

“You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?”

Cas flaps out. “You really suck at goodbyes, you know that?” Always, Dean. Always.

Dean says a temporary farewell to Bobby, then shows up at Lisa’s house, CLEARLY TRAUMATIZED. What a non-booty booty call. Lisa reads the room and pulls him in for a comforting hug. (Stay tuned for my 8,000 word essay on why Lisa is the best.)

“Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt endings are hard. But then again nothing ever really ends, does it?” Chuck vanishes, which is apparently his equivalent of dropping the mic.

Then, the show proceeds to not end, in the best way. Dean is still lost at Lisa’s, putting on a “normal” front. And outside, Sam appears under a flickering street light. To be continued…for ten more seasons. <3

Quoting is Hard:

This 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car – no, the most important object – in pretty much the whole universe.

As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers.

Ain’t he a little angel?

I told you. This would always happen in Detroit.

MFEO. Literally.

I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and just wait for the inevitable blast wave.

Cas, are you God?

Every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.

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#spn recap #spn 5x22 #swan song #spn rewatch #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #cas #bobby singer #lucifer #michael #chuck shurley

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wonderfulmangotea · 4 years

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Adhd be like:

Me: *wakes up at 5 am bc I have to owe or something*

My brain, unhindered by my medication that has long since worn off: okay so I'm gonna play "walk away" and "you know better babe" at the same time and one is by a higher pitched hozier and the other is unknown. Also I need to make this a post. I forgot the thing I was gonna write on my hand not to forget, what was it? Oh hey speaking of don't forget the beans in the crockpot. Shit I gotta get up at 7am to make this cheese cake. Fuck I gotra go to work early bc my boss thinks 3 women can cook a nice thanksgiving meal for 13 clients in an hour. The absolute madman. I need to make this a post. Lol adhd is like not having a pop up blocker and shit just goes feral. "Walk away walk away walk ayayayaya" shit was that enough "ayays'?" who cares "you know better babe, you know better babe, than to look at me, look at me like that~" gods I love higher pitched hozier. "Save yaself from the heart ache" whoop back to the first song. I really should make this a post. I mean now I'm caught up and just typing live now. Lol live stream coughing. Not coughing posting. But I coughed bc I'm sick and my brain jumped on that. More lyrics I'm too tired to type out. Fuck I gotta make that cake. Should I make it sick? FUCK I GOtta clean my car or dad's gonna murder me. Hope my dog didn't get shot, those assholes shooting off 3 rounds at 12:30 am, should I have called the cops? Nah they couldn't do anything anyway. Is my belly button clean? Ow my stomach, I need more midol. But my chest already feels like I got kicked by a horse. Type little fingers type, keep up with the t more lyrics the thoughts. Fuuuuuck new lyrics "ayyeahyeah girl I wanna yeahyeahyeah""homey don't feed it it will come back" I need a cough drop. I've been at this for 17+3=20+the difference of 20 and 32 is 12 so 15 minutes? Its 33 now...16 minutes? At 34÷2=17 so yeah over been at this for 16 minutes. Go to bed. 17 minutes now. Brain please. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Girls gotta do what she gotta do"

*thinks a few more thoughts*

Okay I'm going back to sleep now

#tea rambles #adhd #shhh i wanna sleep.#i made the post so shhhhhut upppp

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yama-bear · 5 years

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9 People You’d Like to Know Better

I’M BACK!

I got tagged by @nameha and @hoetakke and oh my god thank you so much. I know I’ve been away for a long time, and I’m sorry. I got hooked on something else and focused on that like a vacuum. But it’s stuff like this that makes me want to stay and fucking binge watch anime again. Messages make my damn day and I really didn’t know how much I needed to know people still care on here until I saw your tags. So thank you. :D

Rules: 9 people you’d like to know better

Favorite color: Hmm... I love purple, and brown the most I think. But there’s a bunch of others I circle through too, like yellow, green, and red so yeah it really depends on what mood I’m in. Plus what shade they are.

Top 3 ships: KakaYama, KakaIru, Kotetsu/Izumo (I’m not sure about their ship-name tbh).

Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick all the way. I’ve got a couple that I adore, but the black one has to be my favorite. It’s so damn dark, no red or blue undertones at all.

Last song: ‘’Bakermat - Learn To Lose ft. Alex Clare’’. I just found it today, so let’s see how many times I can listen to it on repeat before I bleach all emotion from it, shall we?

Last movie: Fuuuuuck ok what did I watch last uhm... I think it might’ve been Ocean’s 8? It sounds about right at least, it was a while ago since I sat down to watch a whole movie. I usually go for TV shows or I read instead of spending hours only watching one thing. Watching several things over a couple hours is somehow more interesting to me pfft haha.

Currently reading: My tumblr feed tbh but I’m also reading a fic called Safe and Sound by adistantdreamer on AO3.

‘‘In the blink of an eye, Negan loses everything. His wife, his job, his home and the world as he knew it. All he has left to cling to is his newborn daughter. Over time, Negan finds out what kind of person he will become in order to protect his baby girl, and keep them both alive.’’

I’m a sucker for zombie fanfics and stories. To be specific the beginning stages with them, the whole ‘’everything is already dead’’ apocalypse thing can be interesting but it takes all the humanity out of the environment if everything has already been reclaimed by nature. So I love this fanfic, it’s well written and the characters are great. I’m not a fan of Negan in the show though, so I guess we’ll see how this goes forward with the story. I’m hoping for fluff, but this is The Walking Dead so we’ll see. (30,192 words so far!)

Tagging!: @gayamato, @captain-tenzo, @smickitysmack, @fandomenation, @rock-eyebrowgamestrong-lee, @lynxdezessete, @tantsi, @sloaners and everyone else who wants to join in.

#ask #asks #Personal #text

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31, 42, 50 ~

31. Hardest character to write.

Jungkook. Jungkook is always soooooo difficult for me to write. I think it’s because I always want to picture him like this bad boy with a dark past but charismatic personality bc that’s what attracts me, but in reality he’s far from that. He’s soft and cute and kind, and it’s difficult for me to picture him as a bad boy when he’s a baby boy (don’t fight me with this) So, Jungkook in Animal is being really difficult for me to write, because that Jungkook is funny and sometimes cute, yeah, but he’s also aggresive and dark.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

Luckily, BTS are always feeding us with photos and great outfits and I usually get inspo out of their airport fashion or photoshoots. For example, the wings photoshoot inspired me with Tales of Greyria bc they all looked like princes.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

Omg hahaha, I don’t even know if I should write this bc it’s weird as fuuuuuck. Okay, so I created this futuristic world where some aliens had come to Earth and ended with half of the population in a Third World War. Survivors lived in camps in the forests, hiding away from those aliens. But they sometimes had to go to the cities for supplies and fight small groups of aliens. Turns out, those aliens couldn’t procreate (don’t judge me please hahaha, I was young when I thought about this) because of some sort of disease that had spread through their specie, and they needed humans. Well, the main character was a girl whose parents died in the Third World War and she was left to take care of her little sister. A mysterious boy, who was the leader of one of the refugees camp found them (that boy was Harry Styles lmao) and brought them to his camp. But he didn’t trust the main character, bc, I haven’t told you this, but those aliens looked like humans but with silver skin and silver eyes that they could easily hide bc they were also like chameleons. Well, in the end Harry and the girl fall in love, after lots of problems and dramas, and the aliens capture them to procreate xddddd. And I didn’t think further than that bc things were getting weird as fuck.

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Finished 114 of The Magnus Archives. 900 words again, though I think it’s mostly quotes, hah.

Think I’ve figured out why Tim and Martin hasn’t quite clicked with me: they’re both more focused on John than each other, though Martin does check in with Tim when he can. So trio possibility if/when Tim stops being quite as bristly, hm.

THERE ARE MORE RITUALS, OH NO.

Iiiiis the Eye malicious? And dunno, feel like that's humanising them a lot. XD; Like Michael said - they're just Being and if they feed off of despair and fear like humans feed on meat and plant matter, that's just how they ARE? I'm sure herbivore aliens would consider most humans malicious because we kill things to eat.

“No, they don’t FEED on it. They ARE it." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 8DDD

"What? So you thought it was coincidence that unknowable alien consciousnesses from beyond our universe just so happen to basically be all the things we’re terrified of?" TRUUUUE, OH MY GAAAWD, THIS IS GREAT 8D

“Did they made themselves from our fears, or are they why we’re afraid?" Hngggg yes yes yes, love this worldbuilding/reveal and questioning it 8D

“Fears change. Fears are-are-are cultural." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

“And like colours, some of these powers, they feed into or balance each other." Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Guess I picked a good place to pause before, before all the infodump. XDD

“No. There aren’t any god-like powers of hope, or love, or indigestion, or whatever. At not that I’ve seen. Just fear. I don’t know why." BECAUSE THIS IS A HORROR STORY, THAT'S WHY.

“Needing to know, even if your discoveries might destroy you.” “Is... is that me? Is... is that what I do?" JOHN, ELIAS LITERALLY SAID THIS TO YOU EARLIER. THIS IS WHY YOU'RE THE ARCHIVIST IN NAME AND PERSON. “The Stranger is the, the unknown. The uncanny." Yeeeeey, xenooooooo 83 83

SO MUCH INFODUMP OH MY GOD.

But yeah, also nice to just have it all laid out rather than dribs and drabs. But also also, with this much info, GERARD ISN'T GOING TO BE USEFUL AGAIN XD; So see ya pfft. Like with Leitner, haaa.

“Yeah. Being manipulated or puppeted. The worry you’re caught in a trap you can’t see." *LOOKS AT MARTIN* Martin keeps having these connections with spiders and HMM. Though Martin KNOWS he’s caught in a trap right now, hm hm.

“What? You think people are so special it’s only our fear that counts?" FUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

“Most of them, anyway. Takes centuries to build up to a level of power where they can try it," Eeeeeehehehe

“Why would anyone want that? Because some people just want to see the world burn. *bricked*

“She worked out they’d all be happening quite close together." EEEHEHEH OOOOH MAAAAN, SO JOHN'S PROBABLY GOING TO BE TRYING TO TAKE DOWN THE INSTITUTE IN THE FUTURE AS WELL LIKE GERTRUDE WAS ABOUT THE WATCHER’S CROWN.

Or maybe thinking about it at least before going a different route, something not as direct. Though I guess he's got less time than her now.....

"I always wanted my friends to call me Gerry." SCREEEEAM OMGGGG QAQ

[Adopts ‘Archivist voice’] Eehehe

“No. Elias sent me to pick him up. Didn’t want him grabbed again.” “Again?” XDD

”I looked down at my hands, and realised I’d picked up six knives from the kitchen drawer.” Haaa

“When I reached them they all turned to stare at the blades in my hand, and one by one they took whichever knife spoke to them. Ooooooooh BOY

Was wondering if they'd cleaned up after the murder. Guess not ahahaha.

Kinda interesting how this follows on from Julia, who'd hated the true crime people.

“Do you still have the dreams?" Hnnnnnnnnnnnng

Slaughter!daisy? She’s leans more towards Hunt, but I feel like she’s also kinda violent like slaughter, but I guess they can overlap. She’s not an avatar (yet) though, just a tendency/core. While Basira's went straight into gathering more information while trapped there, so she's a good fit. and possibly why Elias chose her to join, rather than Daisy.

“I mean, it looks like... C4?” ”Are you just saying that because it’s the only plastic explosive you’ve ever heard of?” EHEHEHEHEHHE

“M-Martin! Stop trying to touch the plastic explosive!” MARTIN WANTS TO TOUCH EEEEVERYTHING BWAHAHAH

“While many fall to the Powers through love or terror, sometimes it can be as simple as what you owe. After all, most debts are paid out of fear." Hnnnng yessss

“We’ve both seen our share of bodies, Gertrude," Hnnnnng

"Statement of Anya Villette, regarding a cleaning job on Hill Top Road." AAAAAH MAAAAN. THIS PLACE AGAIN.

“It opened to reveal stairs going down into a basement. Nobody had mentioned a basement. Not when they gave me the job, not on the floor plan they’d given me; I’d had absolutely no idea it was there." Noooononono

"I’ve half a mind to just go down and have a look at it myself, but... I don’t know. Ever since it first came up I’ve felt like it would be... just a very bad idea." Yeeeep

Aaaaaaah, Tim doesn’t know who to trust! qnq Sasha’s death hit him hard, awwww. But also nice that John’s the only one he can trust, because John’s so tied to the Institute.

GERTRUDE'S SKIIIIN AAAAAAAH She came back >_> In a way. So basically any person who’s assumed to be dead will show up one way or another, ahahahahah.

Daisys soooo happy with the explosives ahahah.

#d liveblogs the magnus archives

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