#this is in line with the rest of his unhinged behaviour

[letsplayeternity]

Max really walked into the cool down room, looked around, realised the guy in the red suit was not Charles Leclerc 16, briefly despaired the lack of his favourite listener then shrugged his shoulders and decided since he was there he could as well talk to Carlos instead. Then he proceeded to talk in excruciating detail about what happened to Charles with Carlos, because Charles may be missing but Max has one goal and that is to talk about Charles with anyone willing (read: contractually forbidden from fleeing the scene) to listen.

I may be obsessed, but Max has me beat.

[valentine-cafe]

˚◞♡ 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒊 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 209 — the snake-hybrid mad doctor◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ darling, i have dealt with many hearts, but I've never come across one as pretty as yours, ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 209

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper, snake hybrid

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 46

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱estj

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ the doctor, the surgeon, doctor herrera, the heartless, the black plague ( by enigma, the resistance ), snakie-boy, snake-bitch ( by haitao )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. oftentimes seen wearing his deceptively kind smile, fooling even the most skeptical of people when they catch a glimpse of the red painted lips stretched out on his face.

𖹭. deep amber snake eyes are often hidden by a pair of maroon contacts, hiding away the truth like the rest of his general body language and confident posture.

𖹭. long, silky black hair that falls past his shoulders, usually put into a half-ponytail or let loose.

𖹭. is able to unhinge his jaw, putting on display, his forked elongated tongue, rows of sharp teeth and his two snake fangs protruding whenever he yawns

𖹭. wears a wide range of jewellery, thin gold necklaces and chokers covering his neck and shoulders. while his ears are covered in a pair of standard lobe piercings, along with a helix — right ear covered in a conch and tragus piercing. rings covering his fair toned fingers.

𖹭. stands at the towering height of 6’7 ft ( 201cm ), with a lean and well toned figure.

𖹭. androgynous, sharp and soft facial features.

𖹭. very fluid and elegant in the way he moves and overall looks.

𖹭. primarily dons the red makeup styles.

𖹭. extremely vintage styled aesthetic in fashion choice, loves wearing poet shirts and suits.

𖹭. he has a frenum piercing ( peepee piercing )

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. deceivingly kind and serene demeanor hiding the sadism and manipulative intentions and ulterior motives.

𖹭. he is deceptive in every way and form, his sharp intelligence silencing those who speak against him or try to prevent him from succeeding his goals.

𖹭. has a silver-tongue riddled with false kindness and care the fools that decide to affiliate themselves with him, bringing them into a sense of comfort and security that never was there to begin with — using their confidence as an advantage

𖹭. on the inside, you see the sinister, sarcastic and malicious sociopath that is the true part of the so-called “goodhearted” poet.

𖹭. charming and charismatic words and actions concealing the greedy and sadistic side of him.

𖹭. prefers silence over loud talk, and maintains his anonymity and mystery due to this factor — getting him to talk is not a possibility, even if you tried by forcing it out of him.

𖹭. can be sassy and give blunt replies to people he finds himself irritated with.

𖹭. moodiness is a result of both his snake dna and his traumatic past — or because his husband is not around.

𖹭. calculative and witty — has a great memory and uses it often to note down the speech patterns, movements and body-languages of the people around him.

𖹭. his perceptiveness is the next in line to his intelligence, you cannot outlie the master liar and manipulator, he knows your tricks.

𖹭. hard to anger and irritate, and will applaud you for your audacity and stupidity for trying so.

𖹭. should this man find himself infatuated with someone, he will put his possessiveness and obsessiveness on display. showing you his yandere tendencies and greedy behaviour around them.

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. very sweet. very verbally and physically affectionate. you see the more humane side of him that others do not

𖹭. he is exceptionally patient with you. always assuring you when you need and comforting you

𖹭. he loves spoiling you. especially taking you out clothes shopping and letting you try out whatever it is that you may wish. loves seeing you flustered whenever he pulls you into a clothing shop. flustering you whenever he snatches your waist in front of a mirror

𖹭. always worshipping your skin with kisses. he can barely keep his hands off of you

𖹭. possessive, but hides it well with his poetic and loving words. he is most definitely a yandere type. willing to do whatever it takes to keep you at his side.

𖹭. very verbal about how much he obsesses over you, as much as he is clear in his actions that he wants you for himself and no-one else. should anyone look or talk to you in a way he does not like? he will gouge their eyes out, or use them as his newest “patients”

𖹭. loves teasing you and flirting with you until you have lost your breath from giggling or whining for him to shut up

𖹭. a very passionate lover and has no problem in showing his passion for you neither. even when it’s in public

𖹭. pda? what’s that? he’ll pull you into his lap even in a cafe. or kiss you in booths. have his hands on you. anything to show that you are his

𖹭. if anyone lays a finger on you. . . they are dead.

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. increased bodily function: advanced strength, speed, agility and durability.

𖹭. heightened senses: advanced sight, smell, hearing, taste and awareness of surroundings.

𖹭. healing factor: an average healing factor that heals his injuries far quicker than most

𖹭. fangs and bite: has a set of snake fangs that can secrete two venoms: a paralytic, which he uses for sedation, and a fatal. he can switch between them. and especially powerful bite

𖹭. talons & venomous touch: he has talons that secrete high levels of venom. this venom is extracted by thin wired implanted on his wrists that carry his venom to his nails, resulting in venom-induced touches should he use them on someone.

𖹭. snake physiology: has the flexibility of a snake, therefore his body is able to move in the fluid motion that a serpent would. he is able to dislocate his joints with ease and twist his body in whichever way he prefers. his jaw can unhinge as well.

𖹭. poison immunity: immune to poisons.

𖹭. elastic jaw: the ability to unhinge his jaw to drastic measures

𖹭. hyper climbing and clawing: able to slither up surfaces

𖹭. seismic sense: able to feel vibrations in a seismic way whenever his limbs touch surfaces. he can feel these from quite awhile ago

𖹭. enhanced lung capacity: able to hold his breath for longer

𖹭. stealth: can move around swiftly and quietly

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. poison addiction: due to building up a poison resistance by intaking the substances, he is now immune to poison but in turn has grown addicted to the intake of them. he now does it for the fun of it and as a coping mechanism.

𖹭. abandonment issues: if he is away from the people he loves. this can result in erratic episodes and even have a negative affect on his physical well-being

𖹭. fainting: should he grow overwhelmed, he is prone to fainting.

𖹭. apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

𖹭. reapers: not much is known of this condition. . . come back later and perhaps you might find out?

𖹭. apples: has a mild allergy to apples and takes medication for it.

𖹭. oranges: has a bad allergy to oranges.

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it. he, especially is affected by this.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. rishen herrera: husband, business partner, best friend

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother, deceased

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father, deceased

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: younger brother, deceased

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger brother, enemy

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: younger brother, deceased

𖹭. wèi lìxuě: enemy

𖹭. liú tàishī: enemy

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: “rival”, deceased

𖹭. lorenzo agresta arias: enemy

𖹭. park tae-hyun: enemy

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

sly grins and skilled yet devilish hands. hidden by kind eyes and serene smiles. how could a gaze like that watch with glee the suffering of experiments?

a mad doctor to match his mad scientist for a husband, experimenting and tormenting enigma and inhumans with the excuse of making a better world. jingyi herrera designs medicines that no other verse has even seen. so what if it's at the cost of a few souls? it's for the greater good. 

so he'll indulge in his insanity. in his horrid morals and his lust for knowledge, for his twisted sense of justice. all if it means succeeding in all of his ambitions and staying at the side of his beloved.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is a doctor and has a clinic on the second floor of valence. he specialises in most areas of anatomy and is a skilled doctor and surgeon.

𖹭. he is also the co-chairman of valence

𖹭. he is fluent in asl and csl

𖹭. he speaks chinese ( mandarin ) and spanish ( latin american )

𖹭. has a cat named beauregard oliver fitzgeralt josé cassandra o'hara the 7th arch king of death.

𖹭. loves old-timey romance movies

𖹭. as much as he is mature, he does love giving his assistants a good scare every now and then when he thinks they are being lazy. . . and by scare we don’t mean by lighthearted pranks.

𖹭. likes collecting tea sets.

𖹭. he sometimes smokes

[outofconcheol]

a somewhat comprehensive, unhinged guide to skz's smiles

Looks like dental analyses are back on the menu boys (non-gendered)! Soooo fun yet also disturbing fact: i found out i’m the first google search result when you search seventeen teeth. So why not let the unhinged behaviour continue and talk about Stray Kids today! Alexa, play “My Shiny Teeth and Me”  🦷

disclaimer: this is not me dragging any member or trying to make a comment on their attractiveness based on their teeth. they are all very very handsome men and i’m just going off an objective formula for these analyses!

christopher bang (bangchan)

Rip I’m blushing already! Chan’s smile is adorable - and the fact that it’s all natural?? You can see his teeth aren’t perfect - there’s some irregularities in the length of his teeth, maybe some minor chipping, and you can tell that there’s a flare to some of his teeth particularly his top two central incisors. But the beauty in Chan’s smile doesn’t lie in his teeth - it’s how beautifully it matches the rest of his face. His lip line looks great - minimal gums on display, and you can see in the first pic how nicely his smile matches the curvature of his lower lip (called a consonant smile arc). His facial midlines don’t look like they completely match his dental midlines to me, but that only makes him more charming! Also Chan’s adorable dimples are the result of a muscle called the zygomaticus major - which starts at the top of your cheek and goes to the corner of your lips. In his case, before birth, the lower portion of the muscle split into two - one bundle above the commisure (corner) of the mouth, and one below, which is how dimples are formed!  

lee minho (lee know)

Imo, Minho is the perfect example of why you don’t need to have perfect teeth to still have a beautiful smile - his smile radiates pure joy and comfort. On first glance, the irregularities in Minho’s smile are very obvious - he has those big bunny central incisors (cuuuute), and you can tell there’s some irregularities in terms of his tooth proportions to each other (it kind of looks like to me that his left top central may be turned in a little?). He also has a cute  gummy smile (his gum display still appears to be in the aesthetic display zone, although verging on the border), and you can kind of see his lip line and the arc of his teeth look like they’re reversed from each other. I think his smile is slightly asymmetric because he appears to raise one side of his lip higher than the other, but it just makes him more endearing (he’s had that smirk perfect since childhood). 

seo changbin (changbin)

Changbin vampire fangs!! That’s all I have to say bc his canines immediately stuck out to me when I first saw him smile! They’re very prominent and elongated (similar to the Mingyu effect), and even though canines are the cornerstones of every smile, you can see why with Changbin. He looks like he has a longer contact point and shorter embrasure (curve where two teeth meet), which is probably why those canines look so long. Another thing that sticks out about Binnie’s smile to me is his actual tooth shape - I feel like it’s the perfect mix of square but also rounded so it makes him look masculine but also soft, which totally fits Changbin’s personality as a man who is very secure and not about toxic masculinity whatsoever. Even though his face has changed a lot, his smile has stayed pretty consistent and fits his current features even more if I must say so myself. 

hwang hyunjin (hyunjin)

Literally screaming crying throwing up because how did I not notice how absolutely adorable Hyunjin’s teeth are (maybe I was too focused on how he scrunches his face cutely when he smiles). Listen, I know I’m the freaky tooth girl but these are some teeth - they look like the ones we practice on in dental school. Hyunjin has teeth of epic proportions - no literally. In the second pic, you can see how as you move along in his smile, each subsequent tooth is ⅔ the width of the previous tooth, which in dentistry is known as the golden proportion. Another thing about Hyunjin’s smile that sticks out to me as very attractive is how well it fills out his mouth - there’s just a tiny bit of negative space but otherwise you can’t see very far back past his first premolar, which is considered aesthetically ideal.

han jisung (han)

Listen, I need to be locked up when I think about Jisung’s teeth - for my own mental health. Maybe because he’s my bias, maybe because it’s just that great. It reminds me a lot of one of my fave kpop smiles (J-Hope from BTS). Maybe it’s the heart shape of their lips. Jisung has a far more gummy smile than Hobi though - like a lot a lot. I can’t fault him though, as a fellow gummy smile haver. I think the most interesting thing about Jisung’s smile though, is that it’s a really good case study for the transformative power of dentistry. Jisung’s smile has always been great, but you can see it’s undergone a number of changes. Firstly, he had braces before debut, and I suspect he probably underwent aligment (maybe with clear aligners?) even after debut, because you can see just how much his alignment has improved from the second to first pic. Don’t get me wrong, I think his teeth were absolutely adorable either way, but ortho definitely worked its magic on him. I also do want to point out his front teeth - it looks like one is significantly in front of the other in the second pic. I think ortho can absolutely fix a lot of things, but I do also think once his braces and aligners were done with, he does look like he’s gotten veneers to corrent the malpositioning (sometimes if you can add bulk to the front of a tooth with a veneer, it makes your teeth look less crooked). Again, I definitely need to be sedated when talking about his teeth bc I could go on and on.

lee yongbok (felix)

Our fairy prince Felix - and he has a smile to match!! One of the things that immediately stuck out to me is that Felix has the teensiest tiniest gap between his front teeth that doesn’t look like it was there. Gaps can form for a number of reasons - aging, gum disease. In Felix’s case, the most likely scenario is probably clenching or grinding. Those behaviours do tend to put excess force on your teeth and cause them to shift (I hope our bby is wearing a mouthguard when he sleeps). Also the second pic!! - it is so rare to find bottom teeth pics of idols these days but you can see his cute little crooked bottom teeth. Why are bottom teeth more likely to be crooked? - crowding usually occurs in the lower arch, called the mandible because there’s the tongue to contend with. The tongue is a pushy little muscle (this is not an innuendo lmao) and it too can put force on the teeth, causing them to shift. 

kim seungmin (seungmin)

Our beautiful braces boy Kim Seungmin! Seugmin’s teeth have gone through such a journey, and I genuinely felt so emo when I saw him smile for the first time after he got his braces off (my heart did something). Seungmin’s gone through the gambit when it comes to ortho treatment - you can see before his smile arc was pretty asymmetric, instead of curving up and back, it goes up and down slightly (known as a reverse gull wing). Once he got the braces, his teeth really straightened out and you can see how his smile became a lot wider (I think more room was created in his arch so his teeth fill out more of his smile). The types of braces he had are known as self-ligating, meaning they don’t require rubber bands to secure the wire to the brackets (rather, they use a sliding mechanism). It’s also very possible that Seungmin now has a lingual retainer now (I couldn’t find any pics), which is basically a wire that goes on the back of your front teeth to prevent them from shifting. They’re a pain to floss and take care of, but totally worth it to keep those beautiful results (I hope Seungmin always keeps smiling).

yang jeongin (i.n.)

Maknae on top Innie! He also had the same self-ligating braces that Seungmin did - only he got them off sooner because he had them before debut. Listening to Jeongin talk about getting his braces off is so funny - chewing gum right after and eating curry lol! But he deserves it for putting in the hard work - having braces is not easy, and you can definitely see how it helped out his smile. Before, his smile arch was very inconsistent and up and down, but now you can see it follows a nice, balanced curve. Also I have no evidence to prove this (pics are blurry), but I do think Jeongin had top braces only - this is likely to correct the significant flare in his top teeth and bring them inwards. Also Innie is another one of those members who zygomaticus major was also doing the most - look at those adorable dimples!

thanks for joining me for another episode of unhinged smile analyses! I hope you enjoyed, and maybe we’ll see more smile analyses in the future ;)

[total-drama-brainrot]

I'll be honest all I can think of is P!Noah's family react to his tv persona.

Like, they know the littlest of their family is a little unhinged but they know he's not bloodthirsty so they're just a wee bit confused.

(And since Noah has, like, 8 sisters I just like to imagine the rest of their giant family is COMPLETELY normal. Like, they have their own individual quirks like anyone else but they're just normal people.)

If you can't tell one of my favorite dynamics is gremlin x just some guy but in this au it's multiple "just some guy“s and it's platonic.

And they've never actively troed to real P!Noah in either btw. They're perfectly content with their little adrenaline junkie baby brother.

Though it does make me wonder how they react in the P!Noah getting stabbed ask

No, see, this is a part of the AU that I actually have some thoughts for.

P!Noah's whole schtick wouldn't be achievable without the showrunners being aware that he's not really gonna do anything to permanently harm the other competitors- it'd be a PR nightmare to justify having an actual loose canon on the show risking the safety of the other teens. So, at the very least, the producers would know that a lot of his threats of violence or otherwise concerning behaviour are an act. (Or an exaggeration of his wilder tendancies.)

Thankfully, canon has its' own subtle little explanation for keeping someone so 'dangerous' around - Izzy's audition tape(s). In those, Izzy states that she'll do her best to "not be boring", which is probably the line that cemented her inclusion in the show. She's kept around as a conflict starter and an audience engagement device, since her antics are so entertaining to watch.

In a similar vein, in p!Noah's audition tape he explains that he's only auditioning for the show out of boredom, and he mostly sees the whole experience as a relatively quick cash grab - after all, he's wicked smart and plenty talented; it'd be child's play to outperform the other contestants (keep in mind, pretty much all of the OG cast were under the impression that Total Drama was going to be something more akin to a talent-based competition at an island resort). He explains that he's not really interested in the show itself, but it could be fun to spend his summer somewhere new where people don't know him or his eccentricities.

At this point in time, Noah's already got his gameplan planned and set; he's already presenting himself as the stoic and somewhat egotistical bookworm, which honestly isn't too far from his actual personality. Save for his psychotic tendancies, that is. Of course, Noah really is smart - smart enough to know that if he came in guns blazing to an audition tape for what is at it's core a social game, he probably wouldn't be picked.

And then the video is interrupted by one of his siblings, who points out that Noah's idea of "fun" generally consists of tormenting the people around him, providing examples of his more daring pranks from a seemingly endless list.

Then more of his siblings join in, all the while Noah stares towards the camera with a smug smile, which only grows wider - unnaturally wide, with hints of unusually sharp teeth poking from stretched-thin lips - as they share transgression after transgression. The tape ends without elaboration, nothing but a still frame of Noah's sinister smirk.

These pranks themself start off pretty tame sounding, like rigging water balloons full of vinegar above doorsteps. They quickly devolve into Noah cutting the breaks on his teacher's car after recieving an unfair grade, mowing down his classmates on a renegade bumper cart during a school trip to a theme park, and things along those lines. Chris, and more importantly the producers, feel a sense of sadistic kinship with the little psycho after hearing about his dangerous endeavours, and cast him on the spot.

So he's chosen to compete for a similar reason as Izzy; to wreak havoc in an entertaining way, and hopefully to kickstart drama.

His family are fully aware of this, though they don't fully anticipate the gleeful sort of vigour Noah has towards tormenting his castmates whilst remaining undetected... by the castmates. They do, however, expect Noah's sly grins and menacing smirks he throws towards the cameras before each successful prank he pulls off with Izzy. And the blank, uncannily empty stares he fixes towards the audience from the background of challenge footage - as if Noah himself can see through the lens into their souls.

After all, they've dealt with him for his whole life. They know his tricks, they've lived his tricks. The whole family has become accustomed to their baby brother who doesn't fully understand concepts like morality and empathy and, as such, can be a little silly sometimes. And they all know just how committed Noah can be to things he finds fun and interesting.

Their first bout of genuine surprise is during one of his later confessionals, when Noah gets too into the persona he's cultivated and starts portraying himself as violent and out for blood.

In Noah's head, he's just upping the ante of his metasocial game. For his family? They know he isn't nearly as violent as he's portraying himself as.

Sure, he's a little impulsive and thrill-seeking, but he's never had a fascination with blood or sharp objects of whatever else he tries to claim in the confessional. When Noah gets home from his stint on Island his siblings are lining up to berate him for his act - doesn't he realise how dangerous portraying himself as an unstable lunatic for the world to see is?

He justifies that anyone who believed his act is an idiot. It's reality TV - anyone with half a brain knows that things are exaggerated for entertainment purposes. He was just giving the editors something good to work with.

Noah is promptly dogpiled by eight irate older siblings.

(I'm also a big fan of "gremlin & just some guy", in this case it's gremlin & many exasperated some guys who aren't afraid of the gremlin. The rest of his family are perfectly normal people who just so happen to know how to deal with somewhat morally bereft hijinks and tomfoolery thanks to their youngest member. P!Noah has an incredibly healthy home life, he's just like that by design.)

As for the stabbing ask; I'm not sure if I want that little scenario to be "canon" to this AU, (and if it is, it'll be re-written with things like context in mind, as opposed to the shitty sleep-deprived drabble I wrote way back when) but if any of his family witnessed Noah being stabbed on international TV the whole brood would be storming the network's headquaters and/or chasing down the Jumbo Jet to get to him. He's The Baby™, you can't stab The Baby™. (Though, inwardly, they'd all agree that it was karma in action. Noah was tempting fate by playing around with knifes for so long, it was only a matter of time before someone got stabbed.)

[rhiannons-bird]

okay so I‘M FINALLY READING SWORD CATCHER AND I HAVE THOUGHTS

I‘m only about halfway through but I need to rant

- it‘s incredible how well cassie manages to lend a unique voice to each of her characters every single time. she just doesn’t miss does she?

- lin caster is the awesomest girl. i just love her because she reminds me of other cc girls in the way that she is kind of a very typical heroine on the surface but you can actually feel her emotions and she’s very believable & flawed & human and you just can’t help rooting for her + i love her friendship with mariam

- everyone is bisexual & it’s completely normalised i love it here

- lin & conor??? apparently they are the flagship which I know because I took a peek at the tag after they had two scenes together because the ENERGY OMG

- ahh yes, conor 😌 another pretty man with issues who’s in a lot of trouble and likes to cover it up with sarcasm, pompous behaviour, fancy clothes & vanity- you just can’t help but love it

- but also he‘s the biggest prick and i want him to have some sense beat into him by everyone around him

- like he qualifies for a huge growth arc but it could also go downhill and turn into sth ugly

- anyone had a weird sense of déjà vu about him and lin after that one little excerpt about adessa and suleman? like, she’s an ashkar with probably immense magical potential let’s be real i see where this is going and he‘s a prince (future king) with marivent blood 🤔🤔🤔

- conor‘s frat boy posse make my blood boil- especially with the way they talked about antonetta in that one scene 🤢🤮

- falconet is the nicest one by far but he‘s sus as hell i know he’s up to sth 🤨 but i rly wanna like him 😭

- the ragpicker king is just a cool dude who dresses emo and has people murdered on the regular i guess i love him. he’s hot. - kaz energy but also very different at the same time. can‘t wait to see more of him. and there’s def more to him.

- also no, andreyen, i don‘t understand either what people mean about ji-an having an off putting manner i‘m pretty convinced she‘s never done anything wrong in her entire life 💗except for the murder what murder

- kel can only be described as a calmly unhinged cinnamon roll. he reminds me a little of james (especially with his „mask“) but if you orphaned him & janked up the loyalty & sluttiness by a hundred

- like fr he is so confused just running around threatening and/or kissing people wtf 😭✋🏼 he just has chemistry with everyone he interacts with lol

- kel & conor remind me of matthew & james but if there was a big power imbalance and a everything is a little more fucked up 🙃

- generally the way power & power dynamics are portrayed and handled is very interesting i like it

- antonetta has my entire heart ❤️

- I need more of her but as an individual not just through kel‘s pov, so far i’m not very big on whatever is being hinted at with her and kel

- I adore merren just like everyone else, he‘s kind of giving a weird mix of christopher/matthew/wylan and I‘m here for it. plus: autism coded character yeass

- also nice to see some jewish rep. (i did not know cassie was jewish before lol) the ashkar are really interesting (& as far as their treatment by the rest of the world goes at times infuriating😤) to read about and add a lot of depth to the world building.

- i love how we see the complexities of their culture portrayed through lin who on the one hand is deeply ingrained in it and holds/has received a lot of love & care for/from her own people while also having been wronged & ostracised by them and how both can be true simultaneously

- as someone who‘s very familiar with multiple romance languages the languages in this book are incredibly entertaining to me

- SO MANY SECRETS & political intrigue hehehe rubbing my little hands together can’t wait for all this to escalate (because it most certainly will) 😈

bottom line

I’m really glad i finally started reading this.

it took me a while to get into it & I’m still holding out on a final judgement since it seems very slow but i’m a patient reader and i appreciate a good setup.

also I want a creepy black crocodile pool in my house now.

[fukuwatchesbl]

OFTS thoughts (- I don’t have a title)

Here, I’ll talk about the characters and their relationships. I’m not really trying to analyze them, it’s more about how I perceive them so far (as of episode 3).

First, let me get it out of my system, but I don’t think there’s a clear villain in this show, nor a mastermind. I think we’re supposed to take the characters (mostly) as they’re presented, with blatant flaws. If these characters are dishonest, it’s mainly with themselves or with each other, not with the audience.

1. The core friendship

From the start, Cheum, Boston, Ray and Mew’s friendship felt off to me, but in retrospect, more than off, it’s imperfect. While this can read as a euphemism after last Saturday, there are scenes with both working and broken bonds between them. The good: making sure everyone gets home, Boston and Ray's go-to person being Mew (in ep1: Boston gives his number to Nick for his phone repair, Ray calls him right after exiting Sand’s flat), Mew 2nd go-to person is Ray (but only after he met Top), the way they know who will not do the assignment and who is good with each part of the job. The bad: Boston throwing under the bus both Ray and Mew to get Top, the peer pressure to lose one's virginity, their teacher foreshadowing comments…

Honestly, if it wasn’t for Boston’s unhinged behaviour, their friendship might have a chance to last. (it still might)

2. But that’s not Boston.

Boston looks everyone down, and what he wants, he gets. He doesn’t mind twisting the truth (Top) or gaslighting people around (Nick). He’s also someone who sees everything through the lens of sex. His value is established by the number of partner he has, by how they want to come back for more, and how he had them first and can get them back whenever.

It looks like this lens might also impact his assumptions about others’ relationships. While we now know for a fact Mew and Ray kissed, I highly doubt they had sex. But, at this point, I feel Boston sincerely believe they did. Maybe he saw them getting together in a room. And what else could they have done together if not fuck? This is why Boston keeps looking at them with suspicion. He thinks they’re lying/hiding/hypocrites, but HE sees them, HE is no dupe.

3. Mew the virgin

I wouldn’t be surprised if Mew ended up being demisexual. But, let's talk about how so many of us see him as mastermind, and... I don't. Or, at least, not yet.

Did he make sure their school project would secure his future? Yes, I agree with this. It's his idea, and he's aware how much Ray cares for him, and, to some extant, he's profiting from it. Did he take top's 3-months-limit as a form of challenge? Probably (unless he's demi, then the scene take a slightly different tone). BUT, that's it. I strongly believe the rest can be taken at face value.

Well... until he'll decide to confront Top about cheating on him. Because, then we get to this (I think):

And I still don't know if that smile is Mew feeling reassured, knowing he has the upper hand in their relationship, or planning revenge.

4. Top, a much frailer top-tier

Not gonna lie, I love his character. He looks like a basic (wo)manizer at first, but he's showing some cracks that make me want to know more. Of all the characters, he is one of the most adjusted when comparing who he thinks he is and who he says he is. But that doesn't always mean he lets others see all parts of him.

He had zero problem sharing his childhood trauma with Mew or openly taking sleeping pills, but whatever that dude, Beam, is to him is out of line. And Beam stating he knows Top both in and out of bed? What do you mean OUT?

Also, that clip of his confrontation with Mew (see above), shows Top crying. Do I think Top and Mew are opposites? Maybe. I mean: Mew is reserved, sexless, composed, while Top is in-the-open (mostly), sexfull, emotive. And gosh are we going to see emotions from Top next week. His carefully worked façade is falling in favor of anger and jealousy. Mostly (and wrongly) directed at Sand.

5. Sand, the only really adjusted person?

Well, adjusted only if you consider the men, because so far the women are rocking it better than everybody else. But he has his shit together at least. No trauma in view, very done with bullshit in general, discreet where needed (did you sleep with Boston??), know his own value...

Honestly, the only mystery is what happened between him and Top. Like some others, I feel there must be another person in between them. My wild theory is it's Cheum's lil bro 🤡🤡🤡

6. Atom, who the fuck are you?

Atom, played by Title Kirati, is Cheum little brother. He just got introduced in the last episode, but I have no idea how he connects to the rest of the story (thus my wild theory). We know he's a comm arts student (a link to Nick?). The reason I think he'll impact, in some way, the story is his presence in the opening credits and 1 micro-second in the trailer.

7. Nick, stalker with gentle heart

To be fair, Nick is not the only character with stalker behaviour. Boston shows it with his habit of taking pictures of his lovers in intimate moments, and the picture of Ray/Mew's kiss. Ray also who follows Sand, and Mew who admits he could very much go pry in his lover's phone given the chance.

But Nick is not the poor bunny we thought he is. His stalker behaviour is present from the start with the invasion of privacy on Boston's phone, which would be illegal in many countries, and now the taping of Boston's car (illegal too). But there's also the cameras he suggests to Boston for their pool party. No one was asking for video and sound recording, but he suggested it as if it was perfectly normal. (btw, did Drake use this kind of camera? Could we get both revenge porn and/or commercial sex tapes?)

8. Ray, he'll break some heart, his or yours, or both

So, where do I start here. By the obvious? Falling out of love is complicated, it’s a process partly built on bad habits. Sometimes, you might even start falling in love again before being fully done with said process. I think this is happening to Ray. But I also think Ray has been lying to others for so long to hide the true extent of his pain, that he has difficulties acknowledging the burgeoning feelings he has for Sand. There’s a reason why both Mew and Yo perceive them better than he does.

There are other things to mention about him. The drinking issue, the call to mental health lack of care, his blackouts habit. And that one is really an habit that has found him waking up in random people beds with no memory of what happened in the night. He didn't go presuming he and Sand had sex that very first night out of nowhere. I'm not gonna lie, it scares me that this can be someone's real life experience. It brings back that time when a coworker told me that really I should have a blackout once (on purpose): "it's a great experience". "Great" said with no sarcasm nor joking tone. It still gives me the chill.

Anyway, I'll stop here, sadly I have not much to say about the women in the series. I wish they were more present, and as messy as their male counterparts, but that doesn't look like it'll be the case. The writers and directors are focusing specifically on mlm experiences, something as intimate to them as to the main characters.

[brandycranby]

hello, sweet brandy 👋🏼💕 ‘tis I, your raccoon anon 🦝🥰 I come bearing more thoughts 😌 I know you said that out sweet raccoon reader has some coping mechanisms like gardening and baking and so on to compensate for her wild unhinged raccoon side 🌿 but I was wondering if she had certain tells where steve knows it’s time for a lil getaway weekend in a cabin in the woods for her to reset and recharge? on wikipedia (insert henry cavill: you’re using wikipedia as your source of information??? tsk tsk tsk…) it says that the dousing of food is a pattern of behaviour associated with captive raccoons so maybe our reader has a similar thing she starts doing when she hasn’t been able to get out much? ☀️🥺

hehe imagine all the shenanigans steve would have to put up with when he whisks her away to a cozy lil cabin! 🫣 reader covered in dirt and leaves and grass 24/7 and bringing home berries and shiny rocks and flowers 🌸

hope you’re doing well, brandy! I love your cute little potatoes 🥔🥰 sending the most positiv vibes to you for the rest of the week!!!

(here’s a link to the henry cavill thing I referenced, just in case you don’t know it so I don’t look like a complete crazy person haha: https://youtu.be/pBiU7zf2N1o)

my dearest sweetest angel!! my raccoon nonnie!! 🥺 i've hoarded this far too long!! i do know the henry cavill thing and if i ever meet him i will kick him in the shins bc!!! wikipedia is a good beginner's source!!! he's just a pretentious knobhead 😤 source: i had to edit a stub article for a college course and there are a ton of requirements and quality control to ensure that the information there is up to date and accurate. sources have to be listed for each line, they have to be checked, etc. etc.

steve knows it's time for a "return to the wild" trip when she starts sniffing things she usually likes, poking at food she usually goes nuts for. something about being cooped up indoors too long leaves her far too understimulated. so he packs up his camping gear, her necessities in his bag, and drives them out to the cabin. raccoon hybrid reader gets a long weekend to go berry picking, bird hunting (more like stalking and missing), river wading, and parsnip digging.

do you think steve knows how to camp properly lol i'm sure he's made camp with bucky and the howlies but... men... soldiers... i bet he gets dirt mixed in with his campfire beans and still eats em. never hurt nobody. this is why raccoon hybrid reader likes him.

AND TY IM SENDING U ONE OF MY LITTLE POTATOES 😖🤲🏻🥔✨ i love and appreciate u so much, ur asks are the sweetest things ever

[callofthxvoid]

Please welcome CLARA JONES-BRENNAN (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 32-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as a DEPUTY FOREST RANGER. They are looking for JAMES BRENNAN, their HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

quick facts

Title: The Phoenix

Name: Clara Jenny Jones-Brennan

Nickname: CJ (by her family)

Date of Birth: August 20, 1990

Age: 33

Place of Birth: London, United Kingdom

Hometown: New York City, New York

Languages: English, French, Italian, Mandarin

Faceclaim: Jessica Henwick

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: (Disaster) Bisexual

Relationship Status: Married to Jamie Brennan

personality

Myers-Briggs: ESTP - The Entrepreneur

Enneagram: Type Seven - The Enthusiast (7w8)

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Good

Occupation: Deputy Head Ranger

Role: Hunter

[+] witty, intuitive, charismatic, passionate [-] stubborn, irrational, arrogant, reckless

Character Inspirations: Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars), Ellie (The Last of Us), Blake Belladonna (RWBY), Robyn Hill (RWBY), Kate Beckett (Castle), Erin Lindsay (Chicago PD)

background

TW: Death

For as long as she has lived in Huntsville, Clara Jones has stubbornly avoided dealing with her past and tried very hard not to think about her future. She moved to town when she was a teenager as the ward of a park ranger and his wife. Her foster father, a native of Huntsville and something of a hometown hero, had apparently rescued her from some nebulous Bad Situation and decided to move back home with his new daughter to give her a chance to start over. And as far as Clara was concerned, that's all anyone needed to know about her. Who she was or what happened to her before was irrelevant.

What followed was fairly typical for a troubled teenager acting out: skipping school, staying out after curfew, a mild streak of delinquency, a lot of underage drinking, and falling madly in love with a boy of whom her father vehemently disapproved. Their relationship was dramatic and tempestuous, but she loved Jamie deeply and she was certain, in the way only a teenage girl can be, that everyone else was wrong about them and that he was the love of her life. Realising way later than she should have that she was the one who was wrong was a devastating blow to what little stability Clara had allowed herself to build.

And then came the storm. And the paradox. And the monsters. They should have scared her, but they didn't - not as much as the monsters from her own past did.

For a few years after that, Clara's tendency toward self-destructive behaviour only got worse. She took bigger and bigger risks. She crossed lines that even she wouldn't have crossed before. She would do something outrageously reckless, then somehow find a way to do something even more unhinged and unthinkable the next week. It was only when her careless actions cost the lives of the only real parents she'd ever had that Clara realised she had gone too far. They'd died protecting her, and that wasn't a mistake she could just shake off like the rest of them.

She hit rock bottom fast and hard, but with it came a resolve to finally pull herself together - to put the lifetime of hurt and anger she'd been toting around into something that made her feel worthwhile, something that honoured the sacrifice her foster parents made for her, even if she could never quite forgive herself for what happened. Now that she's a park ranger she's still a risk taker, she's still stubborn as hell, and she still refuses to listen to anyone else, but at least she feels like she has a purpose. And most days, that's enough to keep her going.

misc

Clara never talks about her past, but she does display a few hints that people may notice depending on how observant or knowledgeable they are. For example: - She speaks with an American accent, but occasionally slips up and spells in British English or uses British vocabulary. (Not at all including this as an excuse for me to occasionally slip up and use British vocabulary.) - Her American accent has grown more generic and difficult to place over time but there's still something distinctly New York about it. - She carries herself like someone who went through years of etiquette training. - She's familiar with the culture and customs of a variety of countries, mostly in Europe, to an extent that indicates she either lived there at some point or visited extensively.

She has three tattoos: a simple heptagon on her right arm, a stylised phoenix on her left shoulder, and the initials J.B. tattooed on the inside of her right wrist.

She's proficient at archery and wields a hunting bow on the occasions when she joins the town's hunting party. When she's doing night watch, she prefers to carry a crossbow - regular or pistol - because she finds it easier to climb with.

She rides a vintage motorcycle that used to belong to her foster father. It's her baby, and she generally takes better care of it than she does of herself.

Music was the only subject in school that she cared about and made an effort in. She plays the piano and sings quite well, although she has not dedicated much time to those hobbies in recent years.

Before she was a ranger, she worked as a bartender at Sally's Dancehall.

[kirkothy]

Thinking about the way Ed is acting in episodes 7 and 8

The brilliant @darkwingdukat mentioned to me that the episodes after Izzy leaves are the ones where Ed is the most unhinged in terms of his behaviour, especially towards Stede (not wanting to go on the treasure hunt with Stede, telling Stede to give it a rest and go back to the ship, acting like a dick with Calico Jack, etc.) and I think a lot of that comes back to the role Izzy has played in Ed’s life up until that point (and therefore, the guidance Ed is missing now that Izzy is gone).

From what we’ve seen, Izzy has always been the one to give Ed direction— he eggs him on, nags him, tells him where to go next, keeps Ed on track. Without Izzy, Ed is obviously a skilled pirate, but lacks the direction Izzy has provided all these years (“the plan is to just go with the flow”). Not to say that Ed is incapable of making decisions and taking care of himself by any means, but Izzy is the much more pragmatic, focused of the two of them and has been for a long time.

Putting the rest under a cut because this got long and rambly...

In episode 7, Ed is adrift, unsure where to go next. He’s thinking about leaving, feels like he’s been idle too long, but he doesn’t have any specific plans for what he’s going to do. He’s also noticeably negligent towards Stede’s feelings for the first time— he doesn’t want to go on some frivolous treasure hunt, maybe because there’s a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he should be plotting, moving on, rather than relaxing and enjoying himself. When Stede does convince him to go along, he’s honestly a bit of a dick for the first half of the adventure. Maybe he’s mirroring some of Izzy’s vitriol now that Izzy isn’t there to play off of— the bad cop to his good— maybe he’s just distracted without someone to push him forward. He’s not used to being idle, and even when he was on the ship doing all those silly things with Stede, he knew that Izzy was there to take care of it, to keep them safe and on track. Now that Izzy’s gone, he has no one to push him forward, to guide him onto the next thing. It actually takes Lucius telling him to get his shit together for Ed to take control of the situation, to be an active participant rather than a passive observer. (Another Lucius/Izzy parallel that I’ll talk about in another post).

Episode 8 shows us a different Ed than the ones we’ve previously seen— goofier and more chaotic but not necessarily more likeable. The way he so thoroughly takes on Jack’s persona shows us how good he is at mirroring other people, how desperately he needs someone to mirror now that he doesn’t have Izzy, and therefore, how incapable he is of just being himself. How much he doesn’t know what that means. We’ve all talked about how Ed is a chameleon, but it’s never more obvious than his complete personality shift around Jack; this isn’t the Ed we know and love— he’s completely committed to this persona that brings out the worst side of him, a side he doesn’t even particularly like (”This is me. You were always gonna find out what I am”).

To bring it back around to Izzy: Izzy has always been Ed’s anchor to who he thinks he’s supposed to be and what he is supposed to do. For a long time, he’s been the Blackbeard Izzy wanted him to be, and though he’d already soured on that a bit by the time we met him, he obviously still looked to Izzy for guidance, to keep him in line. Once Izzy leaves, Ed is only left with Stede— Stede, who doesn’t judge him, who accepts (and is fascinated by) most versions of him and the majority of his actions (except when he becomes Jack 2.0., the least Ed Ed he’d ever encountered). Stede isn’t like Izzy— he doesn’t tell Ed what to do, doesn’t expect any one personality, any specific way of being— he leaves room for Ed to make his own decisions (“Ed’s past is his business”). Yes, Stede still has some expectations, but he doesn’t force Ed’s hand or pressure him nearly as much as Izzy does. And that freedom Ed finally has to be himself, with no one pestering and prodding him in the “right” direction, makes Ed nervous because he doesn’t know who he is, only who other people expect him to be.

By the time he and Stede get to the Academy, Ed is learning what it means to be Ed, is beginning to embrace the space he has to be himself, without outside factors determining what that means for him (“I just want to do what makes Ed happy”). Then Stede leaves him, and he tries with every fibre of his being to hold onto that freedom, to the Ed he thought he could be. But Izzy is back, and his anger is back ( “choose your next words wisely, dog”), and he can’t lose Izzy again, not so soon after he lost Stede. So he reverts again, back to the Blackbeard Izzy wants him to be, back to a time before he had ever met Stede Bonnet.

[inkykeiji]

you be the match, i will be your fuse

fluffy anon said: dabi coming home after an absolutely horrid day at work and just needing to be absolutely BABIED by reader (i’m talking cuddling in bed, taking a bath with him and washing his hair then getting out just rubbing his back as he sleeps with his head on your chest)

genre: angst + fluff, laced with just a hint of smut (like two sentences)

notes: aaaah happy birthday dabi!!! this has absolutely nothing to do with your birthday but eeee ily | title cred: sure thing by miguel

warnings: 18+, implied/mentioned death of a child, one instance of implied past physical abuse, self-destructive behaviour + coping mechanisms, co-dependent toxic relationship

words: 3.5k

It’s thundering the day it happens, ferocious growls that rumble through your apartment—a tiny, quaint space you share with Dabi, full of faulty appliances and cracked linoleum—rolling, fluffy grey clouds blanketing the entire sky, swollen with restrained rain droplets as a storm brews within them. Little fingers idly toy with the yellowed pages of your worn pulp fiction novel, flipping through them and bending corners as your eyes search the angry sky, chewing on your cheek.

Dabi should’ve been home by now. It’s not like him to be late without calling, without letting his babygirl know what’s going on—he knows the way you worry, the way you overthink yourself into a frenzy, the way you’re so clingy and needy, teases you about it incessantly and tells you he thinks it’s cute—and a deep sense of dread takes root in the pit of your stomach, dark and bitter and unfurling, quickly spreading throughout the cavity of your chest.

His phone must be off—no, it’s never off, he doesn’t do that anymore, not since you stumbled into his life—his phone must be dead, your repeated calls growing increasingly frequent and urgent every time you’re greeted with the drone of his automatic voicemail.

Something’s wrong, horribly so.

It’s evident the moment he arrives home, scratched brass doorknob slamming against the wall, deepening the crater its left from past incidents of a similar manner.

It infects the air around him, hanging heavy and thick, its dense presence nearly suffocating. His shoulders slump under the pressure, the weight of whatever he’s carrying practically crushing, as he drags his crimson splattered boots through the front door, soles scraping against the cheap hardwood, bringing the putrid scent of charred flesh with him—his or someone else’s, you don’t know.

You swear you can almost see it, this—this thing, this aura, enveloping him in its haughty embrace as his chest heaves under a deep, controlled breath, pausing in the foyer as the door shuts behind him.

Bare feet pad against the floor, your legs moving without your explicit permission, drawn towards him in an almost instinctual manner, the desire to care for, to comfort, burning as it bubbles up in your chest, mixing with that intense sense of trepidation and invading your veins.

He permits you to wrap your arms around his torso as you nuzzle against him, body going rigid for a moment, still and stiff as marble, before he exhales again, melting into your embrace.

Several questions race through your mind at such a speed that they crash and clash together, becoming nothing more than incoherent jumbled lettering, tiny fingers curling in the fabric of his clothing as you try to pull him closer, nonsensical babbling spilling from your lips. A vacant ghost of a chuckle leaves his lips, nothing more than a simple huff of breath, and he squeezes you closer.

“Bad day?” the words are mumbled against his dirty t-shirt, what was once a pristine white now tarnished with ash and blood. You don’t get a response—you don’t expect one.

He doesn’t talk much, not on days like this.

He doesn’t need to.

Bad days—really bad, terrible, awful days such as this one—are surprisingly rare with Dabi. Sure, he’s had the typical ‘bad’ day before, where someone pisses him off, or he gets into a fight with his superior, but those bad days usually require railing you into your creaky, springy king-sized mattress until you’ve forgotten everything but his name and he’s fucked all of the anger and hatred out of his body.

They are not like this one. No, on days such as this, on days where he’s killed someone he deems to be innocent, someone who—like him—is a victim of heroism, he’s quiet, distant, unpredictable, bordering on unhinged, and you’ve learned to tread with extreme discretion.

But you don’t push, either, resolving to communicate through gentle touches, soft fingertips that run along his tense, broad shoulders and press into the hard coiled muscles, tender fingers that thread through inky tufts of hair, sapphire eyes closing as he hums and leans into the motion like a cat.

It’s only for a second, though, just a moment of weakness before he’s breaking out of your embrace, pushing past you and clearing his throat, glass door to the balcony sliding shut a moment later. 

You don’t follow. You know better than that now, a phantom sting in your cheek serving as a reminder, the resounding sharp sound of glass shattering as it’s hurled at the floor slicing through your mind with such viciousness it makes you wince. 

Instead, you sit. And you wait. Like you’re supposed to, like a good little girl, a book clutched between your quivering hands, unblinking eyes staring at the words on the page, nothing but incomprehensible symbols—lines and lines of black ink in meaningless shapes—as scorching sapphire loops through your mind.

Be a good girl, give him space, let him come to you. Be a good girl, give him space, let him come to you. Be a good girl. Give him space. Let him come to you.

It’s standard procedure, really.

And eventually, he does, comes back inside with an empty bottle of whiskey clutched in a hand, along with a crumpled package of cigarettes. You don’t know how long it’s been, muscles sore and joints aching from sitting in the same position for so long, eyes dry from staring at the same page, barely moving, barely breathing. His hand is bleeding, knuckles bruised and gleaming with sticky scarlet that’s still fresh and flowing, but it could be worse. It has been worse.

The harsh clink of the bottle against the kitchen counter makes you flinch, and he sighs, heavy and full of derision, eyes flicking up to glare at your side profile.

“I can hear you thinking,”

“You’re filthy, baby,” the words tumble past your lips, uncontrollable, involuntary, almost reflexive in your response, eyes snapping to his face and voice whiny, voice pleading. “Take a bath with me,”

And you can see it—can see it in the dark cobalt of his irises, what he needs, the very thing he’s fighting himself on, the very thing he’s fighting so hard against. Always so stubborn, so reluctant, so cautious.

Because, fuck, he used to be able to resist it, this pathetic ache for comfort—something that’s only managed to grow in your presence, that’s shifted and morphed from a dull smoldering to a raging fire, an insatiable longing for your fingers in his hair and your breath on his skin and your voice against his ear—a skill he’d been constructing, developing, perfecting, since he was thirteen years old. A skill you succeeded in shattering in the matter of a few measly months.

Because you—you’re different. And he hates it sometimes, he swears to the good Lord he does, but hating it doesn’t make it any less true. You break him down, you make him weak, you make him want, and the longer he spends around you, the more he finds that he doesn’t fucking care. And that’s irritating, that’s exciting, that’s terrifying, that’s new. 

Fury blisters his chest, his lungs, his throat as he holds your stare, jaw clenching twice. But you don’t falter, not like the rest of them, not like anyone else—everyone else. You never falter, always so eager to see the good in him, a snort leaving his nose at the thought. The good in him. Is there any good left in him? Was there ever any good in him in the first place? Are you the good in him, now? Does he care?

And he’s not sure he’ll ever understand it, but he’s beginning to realize that, maybe, he doesn’t have to. 

Maybe, it doesn’t matter. Maybe, it’s okay, if you love him, if he loves you.

Maybe.

It’s too much, and he can feel frustration stinging his eyes, long delicate eyelashes fluttering as he quickly blinks it away. Spears, sharp and cold, splinter your chest at the sight, but you know if you begin crying too, you’ll lose him. You know that if you begin showing what he considers weakness, he’ll pull away, even though this is what he so clearly needs most. 

So you steel yourself, swallowing hard against the pain collecting in your throat, will the tears away and force your body to stay calm, approaching him slowly as if he’s some sort of feral animal prone to lashing out. 

Apprehension is clear in his azure eyes, head tilting a little as they narrow, regarding you with skepticism, with suspicion. 

It’s bold, and dangerous, and—as far as Dabi’s concerned—fucking stupid, but you don’t care, determined to prove to him that you aren’t going anywhere regardless of how many tantrums he throws, no matter how many times he hurts you in his anguish. It’s almost desperate, really, this sheer need to prove to him that you aren’t scared of him, that irrespective of how soft he seems to think you are, you are strong, even if it’s in ways he could never understand, that you can be strong for him, when he needs it, that he can borrow some of your strength, if he needs to.

And that—that’s why he loves you. It hits him hard, as this realization always does, kicks him in the chest and knocks the breath out of him every time, and he’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it.

A tiny hand hangs in the air between the two of you, Dabi regarding the offer with a wary hesitance. Wiggling fingers attempt to entice him, earning a tiny smirk—a massive victory—as sapphire flits up to gaze at you through thick lashes, an eyebrow raised.

You match his expression, quirking an eyebrow of your own and nodding at your hand, speaking a moment later.

“Let me in, baby,” the words are barely above a whisper, but they’re so raw, filled with so much unadulterated love it hurts, pure and real and everything he’s never had before. “Let me help,”

And, God, it’s fucking overwhelming, how badly he wishes to give in to this unfamiliar compassion, how desperately he desires your affection, despite the malicious voice echoing off the walls of his skull, berating him for being so pathetic, so weak, so vulnerable.

But the urge to accept, to seek out consolation in you, wins, just as it always does, that nasty voice reverberating in his mind silenced the very instant his skin touches yours.

You let him make the last move, allow him to make that final decision entirely on his own accord, to grasp your hand in his, warm and rough, and pull you towards him, crushing you against his chest as he buries his face in your hair, eyes squeezed shut against that annoying burn of tears, chest stuttered with a hitched breath, air that gets caught in his throat as he chokes on the words he wants to say.

But he doesn’t need to say them. You already know.

“Come,” you murmur to him, fingers threading through the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. “Let’s take a bath,”

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The bathwater stings your skin, just a hint too hot to be comfortable, but you say nothing as you settle onto his lap in the cramped little tub, encompassed by frothy bubbles, dainty scent of orange citrus tickling your nose.

Heated fingertips press into your hips as he finds comfort the only way he knows how to, in your precious little whimpers and broken moans of his name as he bounces you on his cock, so vigorously you’re positive you can feel him in your tummy, the pads of his fingers searing his prints into your skin.

It’s heady, it’s intoxicating, it’s addicting, heightened emotions both pleasant and unpleasant swirling together with the symphony of your cries and his grunts as the water you’re submerged in begins to bubble and boil, to crack and pop, sudsy liquid sloshing over the side of the tiny tub as he forces you to ride him, faster and faster and faster until you’re whining and convulsing around him, and he’s filling you with thick cum, cock throbbing aggressively as he spurts load after load into you.

After, as he leans back against the cold tile, residual droplets sizzling into steam as his heated skin touches them. Gentle fingers card between his hair, water cascading through onyx strands as it pours over his head from a worn plastic cup—a faded Darth Vader staring back at you as you rhythmically repeat your actions until the tresses stick to his forehead and cheeks, drenched and shining in the low light of the washroom.

Heavy lids obscure the most brilliant sapphire from you as shampoo is massaged into his scalp, slow and unhurried and thorough, every stroke, every comb through inky clumps easing the turmoil in his mind bit by bit, calming the storm that’s been raging inside of him for hours now. Deep hums rumble in his chest as your fingers continue their ministrations, your eyes trained on your motions. And you can feel it, the tension dissipating from his body with each circle of foam rubbed into his soft hair, shoulders finally beginning to relax as he subconsciously nuzzles into your touch, following it, longing for it, aching for more.

He shifts then, after you’ve rinsed the soap from his hair, manhandling you into a position between his thighs, bare chest pressed tightly against your back. You work hard to keep your body from tensing, forcing your breathing to stay even, to stay calm as you brace yourself for what’s coming next.

“He was eleven,” he says after several long moments of silence, voice low and trembling, hoarse and heavy with remorse. “This time.”

This time. That’s the third innocent civilian—innocent by his standards, at least—this month.

That’s the first time it’s ever been a child.

You don’t turn around to look at him, not yet—he isn’t finished—simply opting to lace your fingers through his and bring your joined hands to your lips, kissing each wounded knuckle, crude staples catching in the dim warm light of the tiny bathroom. 

You want to tell him it wasn’t his fault, even though it was. You want to tell him anything that’ll make him feel better, that’ll absolve the guilt so evidently gnawing away at his insides, even though you know there’s nothing you can say.

“What are—I don’t even—” his voice breaks and you feel his chest stutter against your back, feel him exhale harshly, breath cool on your damp shoulder, feel him swallow thickly as he tries again. Because as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, as much as he would never admit it, you know he needs release this from the confines of his mind—you know you’re the only person who can offer him such an outlet. “Why the fuck were there kids there in the first place? Huh? They shouldn’t—They shouldn’t have been there,”

Orphans are everywhere in this city, you murmur, lips moving against his rough skin. He knows. Orphans of heroes. He knows.

“I’m gonna kill Shigaraki, I swear to Christ. Sending us to a—a fucking place infested with fucking ch-children,” his fingers curl around yours, hand beginning to shake as it clutches you like a lifeline, like that guilt will devour him from the inside out, like he’ll disintegrate into nothingness, if he doesn’t. “I bet you he fucking knew—nah, I-I’m positive he did. Asshole only cares about himself, though. Doesn’t matter that—that the cause we’re supposed to be fighting for affects these stupid kids,”

You’re right, love.

The words leave your lips in a gentle breath, leaning your head back against his collarbone and staring up at him. Cobalt eyes stay trained on the cracked tile wall, jaw methodically clenching as his molars grind together, an attempt to quell the trembling of his chin, exhaling hard harsh breaths through flared nostrils.

“Whatever,” he huffs, voice still wavering and not nearly as self-assured as he wishes. “Th-That brat shouldn’t have been there in the first place,”

He shouldn’t have, you agree, finally squirming in his grasp, turning to face him, to straddle his hips again in the tight space of the tub. And he welcomes your affections readily this time, arms encircling your waist as he holds you tightly to him, blunt nails digging purple-tinged crescents into your flesh as he shoves his face against your neck, finally allowing those emotions he’s been fighting to leak from his eyes and absorb into your skin.

Little palms rub soothing circles into his back as he shudders against you, allowing him to empty his soul onto you as soft lips press chaste kisses to his damp hair, waiting until there’s nothing left, until his eyes are drained, azure glassy and bloodshot, nose twitching and red.

And after he’s done, when he finally pulls back, scrubbing aggressively at his nose as tiny sniffles hitch in his chest, gentle fingers begin to lather soap into his skin, washing away the dirt and grime and blood from the day. Fingertips carefully trace along the metal sutures decorating his body with immeasurable adoration, you whispering all of the things he so desperately needs to hear that he’d never dare to ask for, complimented by the tender touches that cleanse his soul with their unconditional love.

He’s bigger than you are, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to wrap him in a fluffy white towel, using another in an attempt to dry his hair as your hands move in shaggy motions, heart soaring in your chest when you pull a soft laugh from his lips, wet and wobbly and croaky, but a laugh nonetheless.

A mutual silence, gentle and comforting and stuffed full of an immense love, a special kind of love, a love words do not exist to explain, swathes your bodies as he allows you to dress him, pulling a ratty old band tee over his head and a pair of plaid PJ pants up his legs.

“You always look so cute in my clothes,” he rasps from his spot perched on the edge of the bed, glowing crystal eyes watching as you pull one of his t-shirts over your naked body.

A genuine bubble of laughter erupts from your throat as you climb into bed with him, immediately allowing him to latch onto you, to pull you towards him, to hold you close like his own personal plushie.

“Sleep,” you murmur as the two of you settle into a comfortable position, limbs tangled together, his head resting on your chest, fingers threading through his hair and then tracing down his neck, his back. “And then I’ll make you ramen,”

“The spicy kind?”

“Of course,”

I love you.

“Extra spicy?”

Laughing again, you feel his lips curve into a smile against your skin, grip around your torso tightening. “Extra spicy. Now, rest,”

More than anything else.

“With the little fish cakes?”

“Your favourite little fish cakes,”

More than words could ever tell you.

“And the pork belly?”

“And the pork belly,” you feel his chest rise with an inhale, hastily adding, “And those little cream puffs you love so much, from that dingy convenience store downstairs, for dessert. Now sleep, baby,”

He laughs, even though his vision is blurring, even though it comes out more strangled than anything else, because he doesn’t want to cry again, because his chest stings and aches and swells and warms, full of inexplicable emotions, feels like it’s going to fucking burst as it chokes and reinvigorates him all at once, and—God, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

Because even though he’s terrified beyond belief, he’s willing to try—just for you, only for you—as he continually realizes with each passing day that he isn’t sure what the fuck he’d do without you, now. Because you’re too entangled up in his life, too deeply embedded in his very soul, for him to ever remove you, now. Because as petrifying and unfamiliar as it is, he doesn’t want to, now.

Because even though he’s broken, irrevocably so, and you can’t fix him, won’t fix him, you’ll still stay, to hold those pieces so gently, so tenderly in your hands, you’ll still protect those fragments and keep them from shattering further, you’ll still give them the affection and devotion they need, the affection and devotion they deserve. Because you love every part of him, even the bad ones, even the shards with jagged edges that cut into the soft flesh of your palms every time you caress them.

Because you accept him wholeheartedly, flaws and all, and that’s—he’s never experienced anything like that before, this unlimited, unreserved, unquestioning love. And although he doesn’t know how to say this, isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to find the right words to communicate it, he’s beginning to learn that unfamiliar doesn’t always mean bad; that sometimes, it’s okay—it’s good—to be vulnerable. He’s beginning to learn that with you, in the warmth of your shitty little apartment, with the stove that only has two functioning burners and the fridge that’s perpetually too cold, he can be, without judgement, without fear, without trepidation.

Because you are his only salvation, and he wouldn’t trade this for the goddamn world.

[secret-diary-of-an-fa]

Bullet Train Review: A Perfect Movie

I go into movies nowadays expecting my enjoyment to be provisional; hedged. The state of culture is such that, while I can still enjoy good things, I almost always have to accept a fuck-up or twelve along the way, so it’s necessary for me to brace for disappointment before I enter the cinema. I continually have to make allowances for the depleted, ragged state of our naval-gazing western culture. I liked Movie A, but it punished one character and rewarded another for functionally identical behaviours and, no, it didn’t seem to know it was doing that. Movie B had some dialogue flaws, but ultimately redeemed itself. Movie C was excellent right up until the wheels fell off and it delivered a proselytising, straight-to-camera speech on a subject the average filmgoer couldn’t give a fuck about. Movie D would have been tolerable if it ended two clever-clogs plot-twists sooner. And Movies A, B, C and D aren’t specific, code-named exhibits: they’re any four of literally hundreds of good-up-to-a-point flicks that have come out since the mid-2010s. It’s not that I’m a cynical curmudgeon who doesn’t enjoy movies (I frequently praise the good ones on this blog), it’s just that my enjoyment is rarely, if ever, pure. It’s almost always tempered by some gripe or other- sometimes minor, sometimes major. Imagine my surprise, then, when I went to see a little action-comedy flick called Bullet Train and it turned out to be a literally perfect fucking movie.

It’s hard to overstate how fucking great Bullet Train is. It’s even harder to adequately express the pleasure I felt in seeing a movie set up and then deftly avoid the mistakes so common to the entire film industry lately. It doesn’t just do everything right by its own lights, it breezes past lesser films with its middle fingers raised cheerfully in the process. Without giving too much away, there’s one character who’s really fucking annoying and thinks she’s smarter and more badass than the entire rest of the cast and, in any other film, she’d get away with her bullshit because she has a sob story background and the right look. Something really fucking funny ultimately happens to her instead.

The premise is as straight forward as its possible to get and still be interesting. There are a group of hit-men, smash-and-grab operatives, wetworkers and gangsters on a train. All of them are after the same briefcase full of money; all for totally different reasons. At the end of the line is the brief-case’s real owner: an unhinged fucking psychopath who ties all the other characters’ backstories together. Obviously, with a ticking clock mechanic and a hot potato macguffin floating about to motivate everyone, things get very bloody and confusing very quickly… and it’s amazingly entertaining.

We see the action unfold mainly through the tired and endlessly sympathetic eyes of Brad Pitt’s codenamed character ‘Ladybug’, who- despite being an incredibly dangerous operative for a shadowy and unspecified organisation- has been doing some work on himself and trying to find his new-age place in the universe. This leads to some amazing moments. There’s a lot of comedic tension to be had from the essential contradiction between Ladybug’s job/narrative function and his meditative, conflict-adverse persona. I don’t want to spoil the best jokes, but there’s a bit where he asks a highly trained assassin if they can’t talk it out while the guy’s earnestly trying to kill him. It’s not until the guy’s actually said no, really unequivocally, that he throws an overpriced bottle of water at his head. Obviously, that’s not a super-funny moment- just a lighter joke between more substantive laughs- but it gives you an idea of the way the film plays with character roles and expectations.

On hand to provide verbal humour are two British wetwork dudes who go by Tangerine and Lemon and have a surprising amount to say about Thomas the Tank Engine and the nature of professionalism.

Oh, and Zazie Beetz shows up to basically just be Zazie Beetz for exactly as long as it’s funny to have her there, doing her shtick and not a moment longer.

The rest of the cast is too large to detail- especially if I want to avoid spoiling anything- but even the characters with less screen time or less comedic roles are excellent. It’s one of those movies where everyone seems to be pulling their weight. Nobody drops the ball or turns in a sub-par performance and, consequently, the whole thing manages to dance on a knife’s edge by balancing serious stakes with unbelievably funny character interactions.

It’s the little things that really make Bullet Train, though. The things I can’t tell you about here because they’re so subtle that you might blink and miss them or so ridiculous that spoiling them would be a crime. All I can say is that I cared about the protagonists deeply by the end of the movie… but also found myself laughing at them so hard that tears ran down my face. It’s been a long time since I left a movie theatre and couldn’t stop laughing for hours afterwards. I have Bullet Train to thank for that all-too-rare experience.

I’m a thirty-one year old man who has been watching the slow-motion car-crash of culture for more than half a decade. I go into movies nowadays expecting my enjoyment to be provisional; hedged… but I came out of Bullet Train feeling like the same wee lad who once sneaked into a showing of a certain age-restricted film because he knew it would change his life. This movie made me love movies again. Thank fuck this exists.

[imminentinertia]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 tags

@boysbeloving tagged me, thank you, sweetie darling!

It will be long and there will be gifs so this goes under a read more.

KinnPorsche the series, Tankhun Theerapanyakul Yeah yeah hot men everywhere and also Erika but Tankhun is the most amazing character in this plot-bizarre production-drippy unhinged delight of a TV show. He dresses wonderfully, he's a beautifully creative bully, he has some of the best lines, he's all for killing Tawan, he adopts Chay on sight, he may seem like just an over the top camp spoiled brat but there's a sinister undertone there that I also like a lot. I honestly want KPTS to get a season 2 primarily to see what Tankhun does.

Hannibal, Francis Dolarhyde I'm not putting this here just because I happen to love Richard Armitage. Or maybe I am, a little. But the thing is, I also happen to love Dolarhyde in the book Red Dragon and I was a bit worried (but not really, because Hannibal was a very intelligent and creative show) about what they'd make out of him. It turned out they made him true to book Dolarhyde and downright mesmerising, and upped his intensity quite a bit. The scene with the original watercolour, oh my god.

The Fall, Alexandria The Fall is a wonderful film and an aesthetic joy, but behind the beauty and the heavy emotion it's actually a brilliant commentary on reception theory, which is something I'm very very interested in (there may be a uni degree involved here). I mean, Lee fucking hot Pace is in this and my fave character isn't his, but the little girl who interprets and visualises Lee's character's stories. They really nailed it with the casting of her, too.

Killing Eve, Oksana Astankova/Villanelle Best. Villain. Ever. She's deranged and her clothes are amazing and she's funny and murderous and competent. And she has Jodie Comer's expressive face. For two seasons this was great but not even Comer could save the rest, sadly.

BBC Robin Hood, sir Guy of Gisbourne Shush. He's hot and troubled and he's historically wildly un-correctly dressed Richard Armitage. (The show was actually pure fun for a while but it caught feelings eventually, and the third season has some pain to it, especially for and about Guy)

SKAM, Eva Kviig Mohn Je suis Eva. I relate so much to her that it can't be healthy. Never mind Isak and Even whose season caused SKAM to go viral, Eva's season is important to me on a very personal level.

We Best Love, Yu Zhen Xuan He corrects his behaviour around others so little and I adore that. Zhen Xuan has zero fucks to give (except about Pei Shou Yi), and I don't care how paperthin and odd the plot of the show is, how questionable the kiss scene is, how magnetic Gao Shi De is or how beautifully heartbroken and pissed off Zhou Shu Yi is (well I do care a lot about some of this, but), as long as Yu Zhen Xuan is around I'm happy.

Good Omens, Crowley Book-Crowley was a massive favourite from his first slithery appearance, and show-Crowley is David Tennant who's misplaced his hip joints. What's not to love.

Deadwood, Al Swearengen Historically uncorrect like cocksucking whoa? That's evidently fine with me as long as it's a Western and gritty and filthy and violent and sarcastic and with Ian McShane. He was splendid as Odin/Mr Wednesday in American Gods too.

The Honourable Woman, Nessa Stein We're not strictly in a fandom anymore, I think, as I wasn't an all out fangirl about this show, but oh my dear gods what Maggie Gyllenhaal does with Nessa Stein. Her performance is haunting and the character is complex and flawed and gorgeous.

Fuck, I should have slipped in Gillian Anderson in something/anything. Oh well.

I don't think I talk to ten people here these days, to be honest. If you have read this far you're so tagged because wading through this proves that you love me.

[yanderes-of-inkwell]

alright, i'm glad i can talk about season 2 here with you all!

i definitely agree with you, mod dice. the season was pretty good, but it wasn't really what i imagined? i think that's the word. it felt like it was lacking something, and something didn't feel right. also they left us on a cliff-hanger once again--and gave sally and hilda an incredibly short amount of screen-time..

good season nonetheless though, my siblings loved it. we had a good laugh when we saw bowl-boy on screen and king dice make an appearance again! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

next season, i really wanna see some more characters. rumor possibly, cagney, grim except he talks this time, dr. kahl and his robot perhaps? i have a thing for the automaton smh

but overall, yeah. those we my thoughts! feel free to say any opinions of yours, mod dice <3

sincerely, veda 💌

I agree with most of your thoughts, Veda, and as for my own, well...

For one, I thought the season was just okay as opposed to the first one. Some episodes were great (A High Seas Adventure, Rats All, Folks, and The Devil’s Pitchfork), some were good (Release the Demons and Dead Broke), some were fine (Jailbroken and Charmed and Dangerous), and the rest were, in my opinion, either boring or awful.

As for the characters, I think they improved King Dice, worsened the Cup brothers, and continued to make the Devil the most entertaining character of the cast.

I don’t know how exactly to describe my reasons for disliking Cuphead and Mugman this season, as I’m not good at writing down my thoughts or analysing characters, but I’m going to try. I think my main (and only) complaint about their portrayal is that Cuphead’s occasional selfishness and his generally reckless behaviour were amplified far more than I believe they should have been, while Mugman came off as uncharacteristically temperamental and unhinged.

As for King Dice, I really like what they did with him. He was cunning and manipulative for once, and it was nice to see him behave like you’d expect his game counterpart to. I like this new side of him they’ve shown, and I hope they expand upon it in the next season.

As for the Devil, what can I say? He stole the show every time he was on screen, and while the show’s portrayal of him may not be the most faithful to the source material, he’s just so entertaining and well-written that you can’t help but love him regardless of the differences.

I think those are all my main thoughts, so I’m just going to quickly list off the rest of my opinions on other things as I don’t have much to say about them:

- Seeing Hilda and Sally, although briefly, was a real treat, and I hope we get to see more of them next season. - The choice to make Captain Brineybeard a simp was not something I personally would have gone for, and yet it was done so well and ended up being so funny that I honestly wouldn’t change it. - I wasn’t a fan of Cala’s accent. Don’t get me wrong, I liked her voice, and I think her voice actress, Natasia Demetriou, is extremely talented, but I just don’t think it fit Cala as a character. I think it would have been much better if it were Greek instead of Russian, as it would’ve served as a nod to her Greek myth-inspired origins. - Also, learning about her mixed-species heritage was fun, and I’m surprised more people aren’t talking about it. - I really liked what they did with Bon Bon and Werner, although I’m still iffy about Bon Bon’s voice and the fact that they made Werner an American who was just faking his German accent. - “Oh, please, we’re friends now. Call me “The”.” is a way funnier line than it has any right to be.

[seiyasabi]

Obsessed With Loving You

(Here’s a Yandere Lucid Narancia x Willing Fem Reader fic! I hope ya’ll enjoy :)) Also, this will take place in the early 2000s, so I will make appropropriate references for the time period. 

TW: Aged up Narancia!, !Consensual NSFW!, praise kink!, Blowjob!, cum swallowing!, !violence (not against you)!, mafia business!, mostly a soft fic, !obsession, !Possiveness, you’re highkey in denial of his unhinged behaviour!, etc..

I’m sorry if this is too OOC) 

Zipping up your cropped Juicy Couture jumper, you look at yourself in your vanity mirror. Your (size) breasts look amazing with your low cut tank top and partially unzipped jumper, and your (thin/thick) thighs look ravishing in your Dior mini skirt. 

Smiling at your cute appearance, you swipe a thin layer of (colour) lipgloss on your (thin/full) lips, before spreading the product out evenly. 

Today, Nara is supposed to take you out, and you’re very excited. 

Plopping down on your vanity’s bench, you buckle a pair of open-toed high heels onto your pedicured feet. Smoothing down any wrinkles on your expensive skirt, you bring out your navy-coloured Nokia, and text your boyfriend that you’re ready to go. Grabbing your cross-bodied purse, you slip it on, and toss your cellphone into its large pocket. 

Within moments of your text, you hear your bedroom door’s locks disengage. Your silly boyfriend is so worried about you, that he put those three high security locks on your door. He says he’s afraid of a rival mafia hurting you, but you always reassure him that you know that he’d save you. After all, he’d brought you to his home so that he’s almost always near you! 

Your eyes land on your curly haired man, his usual attire strapped on tighter than normal, bringing out his lithe, muscular form. 

“Ready to go, beautiful?” You smile and nod, standing to your feet. His purple eyes are glued to your form, taking in how beautiful you look in the clothing he bought you. 

“Mmhmm! I’m so excited to go out with you today,” You hurry up to him, hugging him in a tight embrace, all whilst grinning up at him lovingly. His heart practically combusts at the sight of your cute face. 

“Me too! I have so much planned for us today,” His giddy smile and eager words spur the two of you into motion, his arm tightly wound around your waist and your head leaning against his bony shoulder. 

Once outside your apartment building, he calls over a taxi, getting one with ease. Nara opens the door for you, batting his eyelashes at you playfully. You giggle at his silly actions, and step inside the yellow car. Sitting on the plush seat, you wait for your man to take a seat next to you. Those few moments feel like forever, but when you hear the opposite door open, and you feel his hot hand place itself on your bare thigh, you feel at ease. 

The dark haired man speaks to the taxi driver in Italian, and even though you try to follow their conversation, they speak too quickly for you to understand. That’s the price you pay for living in a foreign country. 

Once the driver knows where Narancia wishes to go, your boyfriend sends you a happy smile, “Today is going to be a good day, beautiful. I’ll make sure of it.” 

-

The day did, in fact, start out great. 

When the two of you reached Via Toledo, Nara immediately directed you to a plethora of high end stores. He’d picked out multiple cute outfits he thought you’d look cute in, and practically dragged you into the fitting room. The only problem is that you looked good in everything he put you in! He almost allowed himself to become bankrupt by buying you everything, but you quickly stopped him. 

He was upset at first, but when you meekly told him that you didn’t want him to spend all his money on you, his resolve broke. The both of you came to an agreement; you pick out one or two outfits that you like the most, and he’ll buy only the things you chose. This pleased him greatly, because he was still able to spoil you, but you felt too bad to choose anything very expensive. 

So, this ended up with Narancia carrying about ten bags at the end of the day. 

“Are you sure you want to carry all of them, Nara? I can carry something! I don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself-” 

“Don’t worry about me, beautiful. I can carry everything, and if you want, I can even carry you,” This draws a laugh from you. You hold onto his arm, trying to keep up with his long strides. 

“Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun,” You kiss him on the cheek, making him flush a deep maroon. His russet coloured skin practically glows in the setting sun, making you gawk at him in awe. Your boyfriend is so beautiful. Hearing a love sick giggle come from the curly haired man, you realise that you said your thoughts out loud. 

“It is no problem, (Nickname), all I want is for you to be happy,” He kisses your cheek in return, making you flush as well, “Are you hungry? Fugo told me that there’s a good place-”

“Narancia Ghirga, I’m going to kill you!” A haggard looking man runs towards the both of you, and for some reason, he looks familiar, “Give me (Your Name) back! I know that you’ve brainwashed her!” The man’s outburst causes a lot of bystanders to look in your direction, thus causing a small crowd to form. 

Your boyfriend quickly pushes you behind him, shielding you from the man with his own body, “What the fuck do you want? I don’t know who the hell you are, but you better stay away from my girlfriend,” You have never seen the normally happy go-lucky man this angry, which scares you. 

“You know what you did, and you know who I am! I am Christian Viccio, (Your Name)’s real boyfriend! I’m here to take her back home, where she belongs,” He whips out a pistol, drawing loud yells and gasps from the crowd around you. 

“You’re fucking crazy! Put the fucking gun away,” Narancia quickly calls upon Aerosmith, preparing to kill the man that’s currently threatening your relationship and your life. Nara knows who this man is, of course he does! He’s the man that had stolen you away from him, the man that tried to steal your heart. The dark haired man is kicking himself for not just killing him when he had the chance. But, here is his second chance. 

When the haggard man moves to shoot your boyfriend, he allows Aerosmith to shit him in the head, killing him instantly. The crowd runs and screams after the shot is fired, causing mass panic. You can’t move, you’re in shock at what just happened. It’s as if a sniper just took the guy out in mere seconds. 

Realising your paralysing fear, Nara scoops you into his arms, bags digging painfully into his flesh, and runs in the direction of your shared apartment. 

-

“-You’re alright, beautiful. That horrible man can’t hurt you,” The purple eyed man soothes, rubbing your sides reassuringly, “I’m sorry that I kept this away from you, but I was scared. I was scared that that obsessed man was going to hurt you and steal you away from me.” You cuddle into your boyfriend’s warm chest, eating his words up without much thought. 

“It’s okay Nara, thank you for saving me. Without you, I surely would’ve been hurt,” He squeezes your body close to his, relishing how soft you feel under his large palms. 

“I’d do anything for you, (Your Name). I’d kill for you, because I love you, just remember that, okay?” You nod, forehead bumping his exposed collar bones. 

“I love you too. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” You smooch the underside of his jaw, making butterflies flutter in his stomach. 

“Just you loving me is enough,” He kisses your forehead, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You smile up at him, your hands running through his hick locks, tugging lightly on certain spots. A small moan escapes his lips, showing that he’s enjoying your actions. 

“Please let me do something for you, Nara. Please let me make you feel good,” Who is he to deny your request? Especially when you look at him with so much love and warmth. 

“O-okay,” His voice breaks slightly, causing him to clear his throat, “-I mean, yes, of course,” Giving him one last kiss on the lips, you then push him lightly onto his back, leaving him vulnerable below you. You sit on his legs, trapping him below you. 

“I love you so much,” Your fingers grasp the fabric of his top, signaling you wanting him to take it off. He does so without fault, showing his well chiseled abdomen, “I meant what I said earlier, you’re very pretty, Nara. My pretty, kind, amazing boyfriend,” His cheeks flush, and you can’t help but kiss them in response. 

Your hands ghost over his trouser clad cock, feeling it jump under your soft touch. You shuck the skirt overlaying trousers, before removing them as well, leaving him in his tightening boxers. His purple undergarment shows the outline of his dick very nicely, making your mouth water. 

“I wanna make you feel good, will you let me suck your beautiful cock?” He nods down at you shyly, making you grin in happiness. 

Pulling his boxers off of him causes his hardening cock to smack against his v-line, splattering a small amount of precum on his tan skin. His tip is a dark maroon, whilst his shaft is a little darker than the rest of his skin. The area around his cock and sack is smooth and hairless, all thanks to a waxing salon he visits monthly. All in all, his prick is the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. 

Moving off of him for a moment, you guide him to the edge of your bed, kneeling between his parted legs. His heavy sack hangs below him, but his thick cock bobs straight up. Looking up at his shy face, you take his cock in your dominant hand, and kiss his sensitive tip lovingly. 

He lets out a small, high pitched moan, earning him a second kiss. Narancia lays a heavy hand on the back of your head, signaling that he wants you to continue. You do so willingly. 

Your other hand cups his heavy balls, kneading them softly, whilst your mouth suckles his tip, and your other hand stroked him tenderly. He keens at your treatment, hips bucking slightly. 

“That-that feels so good. I love you so much,” At his words, your hand leaves his shaft, in favour of you taking him deep into your mouth, practically deep throating him. Moaning at full volume, he tries to stay as still as possible, as you suck and fondle him. Squirts of precum shoot down your throat, spurring you to bob your head faster. 

“Fu-fu-fuck! You treat me so well, (Your Name), you suck my cock so-” He cuts himself off with a series of moans. 

You continue to suck and fondle his cock, the back of your throat massaging his thick cockhead. Tears sting your eyes as you hum around him, trying not to gag. 

With every swallow around him, you can feel him swell, showing that he’s about to cum. With one last hard suck, and a particularly hard squeeze of his sack, he creams the back of your throat. 

Narancia falls backwards, his orgasm wracking his entire body. His hips almost jerk away from your mouth, but you dutifully follow, trying to swallow down everything that he’s giving you. Your throat helps milk him of his cum, causing him to become oversensitive very quickly. 

Once you hear his pitiful keen, you release him, licking your lips of any of his escaped cum. Sliding up his legs, you lay your (size) chest against his, smiling down at his fucked out face. 

“I love you, Nara. I’m so happy that you’re the ones who saved me,” Your words are sweet, honest, and innocent, and in his post-nut clarity, Narancia can’t help but feel guilt for lying to you. 

But, since he can see that his brainwashing hasn’t come undone, he says nothing. 

Capturing your lips with his, he holds you close, relishing your weight against his lithe form. 

Nothing can take you from him, no, he’ll make sure of it. 

[nagito-kissmaeda]

A Lapse in Judgement - Part 3

CHAPTER ONE: A Dangrous Present CHAPTER TWO: A Past Forgotten CHAPTER THREE: A Foreshadowing CHAPTER FOUR: One Possible Conclusion CHAPTER FIVE: Untethered

Komaeda Nagito x Ultimate Empath!Reader: NSFW

Summary: Maybe if you had just paid more attention. Things would have been different. Contains: she/her pronouns, penetrative sex, wall sex, fingering, choking,  referenced canon character death Read on AO3 

Hinata doesn't meet your eyes when you bump into him on the way back to your room in Grape House. It was the sort of thing that seemed like an act of politeness, but he had been avoiding your line of sight since he learned how your talent worked. He is not a person who likes to have his emotions visible to others.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking pointedly at the floor

“As i can be.” You sigh, “I'm going to rest in my room until Souda gets the elevator fixed. Being around everyone while they’re feeling like-” Hinata stiffens and somehow manages to look even further from you. Because you are polite, you pretend not to notice. “Well, you saw how Owari was doing. I'm not going to be much help if I'm crying, so I'll rest until everyone starts calming down a little.”

Hinata raises his eyes, his gaze hovering over your left shoulder, “I can come by and let you know when the elevator is fixed if you want.”

“Thanks, Hinata” 

He gives you a curt nod and moves to leave, but before he actually walks away he turns on his heel, “before I go. I know -” he huffs and runs a hand through his hair, this only manages to make it messier, “I know it's none of my business, and I don't want you to think I'm patronising you but-”

You cross your arms, “is this about Nagito?” 

Hinata sighs, and for one moment let's himself slip. His eyes meet yours and you can feel, concern, protectiveness, and something that only reads as tender. You realise that he is trying to tell you to be careful.

 “I understand, Hinata. I um-” you gave him the most confident smile you could manage, “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Yeah.” He says, eyes back on the floor, “I’ll see you later.”

As Hinata leaves, a familiar feeling of dread drops in the pit of your stomach. Ever since Monokuma made the announcement letting everyone know about the night you spent with Komaeda, everyone has been giving you side eyes. It was to be expected. Souda had all but passed out with how much he was screaming about it, but Hinata…

The fact that he is taking the time to try and warn you, something about that is disconcerting. You aren’t friends with Hinata. There's a small collection of weird bits and bobs that he's given you sitting on a shelf in your cabin, but conversations with Komaeda have made it clear that this is standard Hinata behaviour for some reason. A packet of chips, a bottle of ramune and a used crystal ball do not make a friendship unfortunately and Hinata has never made an effort to get to know you on a deeper level, to find out what makes you tick. (The sort of thing you know just by looking at someone) so this change in behaviour makes you wonder, what is he so worried about?

You huff and try to stop thinking about it. You’re already discombobulated after being in grape tower with everyone when Nidai’s body was discovered. The anger and sadness of four separate people is still swirling around in your stomach, you aren’t in the right headspace to be worrying about Hinata. So you step over towards your standard room, letting a small smile slip onto your face at the nameplate Sonia arranged for you. Then you open the door to your room, and freeze.

“How did you get here?” You mutter, mouth suddenly dry and hands suddenly shaking.

Komaeda is sitting on your bed, by all rights it shouldn't be possible for him to be in your room. He shouldn't even be on this side of the funhouse. He is giving you a soft smile, but when you meet his eyes, you feel like throwing up, “Maybe...I teleported.” 

“Nagito…” you whisper, hands shaking at your sides, “what happened?”

He pushes himself up, and starts walking toward you, never breaking eye contact, “I played the game. In the final dead room.” 

As he comes closer and closer, you find yourself backing up. Sure, Komaeda could be unhinged at times but you have never felt unsafe in a room with him. At least until now. His eyes are screaming with malice and fury and betrayal, but his calm smile stays affixed. Anyone else might not have even noticed, but you did. He knows it, he wont stop staring at you, like he wants you to feel his anger. Your breath is like glass in your throat.

“You learned something…” he has you almost up against the wall now, you have to crane your head to look up at him, “you can tell me. Please tell me.”

He laughs, dark and cruel, sticking to the back of his throat like bile, “you’re lucky you don’t remember. All this time I thought I was a stepping stone for hope, but there is no hope here.” He reaches a hand out and grabs your face, forcing you to meet his eyes, “no hope on this island, no hope in this funhouse, no hope in this room.” 

BETRAYAL BETRAYAL BETRAYAL 

It's the only thing you can feel. It drowns out even your own terror with its intensity. Your knees are shaking, your nails are digging into the drywall behind you. Komaeda’s fingers dig into your cheek, forcing you to look up into his eyes, to feel how much he hates you. Your eyes flit around desperately, trying to look anywhere but him, trying to feel anything but him.

Then...he releases you, but before you can even breathe a sigh of relief. 

His hands wrap around your neck. You choke. Of course you do. Your hands scramble to pry his fingers away from you, nails digging into his pale skin as the blood rushes up into your head. He’s so tall, he’s lifting you up and you’re barely managing to balance on your toes. He’s still staring at you, he wont stop staring at you. His hatred swirls in the pit of your stomach, drool leaks out of the side of your mouth as you try your best to suck in air. 

“Wh-What did i…” you heave in a useless half breath, it isn't enough.

“Nothing that concerns you anymore.” He whispers, his voice eerily calm even as his fingers tighten around your windpipe, “You can feel it though cant you?”

“Ack!”

He tilts his head to the side, “You can feel what you have done to me?”

While you can feel his anger, there is no way for you to know what you could have possibly done. You saw him only the day before, just a few hours before the two groups separated to their respective sides of the funhouse. You should have asked him to stay with you, the only reason you didn't was because you were worried about making Hinata and the other girls uncomfortable. Maybe you could have stopped this. 

His eyes are boring into yours and you can feel everything he can feel. All the anger, all the hatred, but as his thumb presses down into the hollow of your throat, you realise. There’s something else in there too. Arousal. The feeling twists and tangles in the pit of your stomach until suddenly the hands around your throat feel good. 

You’re going to pass out. Your vision is swirling, all you can see is a fuzzy splatter of white on green. The world looks how a Monet painting does when you get too close. The panic starts setting in, you’ve tried pushing him away and it hasn’t worked. It won’t work. So instead, you work an arm in between the two of you, grab the front on his coat, and tug him in closer.His mouth misses yours at first, and you find yourself frantically kissing his chin, but he quickly re-aligns and shoves his tongue past your lips. You gasp in shock, but it morphs into a guttural moan. One of his hands leaves your throat to grip your waist, the lightheadedness stays, but you don't feel like you're going to lose consciousness anymore. 

Teeth sink into your lower lip, you feel a warm trickle of blood crawling down your chin. It hurts, and it is only with a modicum of horror that you realise you like it. Now that the hand around your throat isn't so tight that you are suffocating, you wonder how much of the arousal you are feeling is just mirrored from Komaeda, and how much of it is your own. Komaeda pulls away from you, his smile splitting his face like an axe splits wood, you can see your blood on his teeth. You moan. 

“You...you’re-” He breaks into a frenzied laugher, his whole body shaking with the energy of it, “-you’re getting off on this, aren't you?” 

You are. 

His head tilts to the side, and his voice is eerily soft when he whispers, “You want me to fuck you, huh?” 

You nod. His eyes are still swimming with anger and betrayal, but for now, the looming emotion of arousal has overshadowed them both. You can feel the hardness of his cock pressed up against you. 

“Okay.” He says, his voice is like warm honey in your ear as the hand not wrapped around your throat slowly trails up your thigh and under your skirt, “I suppose i can do that for you.” There is no subtlety to the movement of his hand, no tender caresses. His spindly fingers worm their way into the side of your panties, and two of them push inside you. You manage a wheezy breath, knees shaking as you try your best to stay upright. His fingers are so fucking long. He laughs, not his usual dismissive giggle, you can tell that at this moment he is laughing at you, “You’re soaked…” he whispers, his voice making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, “I was meant to be punishing you for your deception, i didn't expect you to enjoy it.” He is slowly pistoning his fingers in and out, curling them with a practiced technique you didn't even know he had. He hits your g-spot, and like he knows what is about to happen (or maybe he just gets lucky), the hand around your throat comes up to cover your mouth. You howl into the meat of his palm, hips stuttering weakly trying to force him to finger you faster. He just keeps staring at you, emotional intensity boiling beneath the surface of his wild eyes, a mixture of anger and want that ends up reading like lust. 

(Something about the frenzy, about the feeling of his fingers inside you. It evokes memories of another place, another time. The cold roof of a sedan, a set of much sharper fingernails)

His fingers slip out of you, and you whine at the sudden emptiness, “Nagito...I…” you breathe behind his hand, your insides are like jelly. 

“You...what?” He asked, dragging his hand up from your mouth and into your hair. Pulling your head back tight as laughter rolls out from the depths of him, “Are you begging?”

You can't speak. You only whimper.

“Are you begging for my touch?” He leans in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours when he speaks again, “for my mouth?” you moan again, and he isn't even touching you yet. Then, he leans past you, running his tongue up the shell of your ear and whispering, “or are you begging for my cock?” He grabs your hand from where it is still pressed against the wall behind you and forces you to grip him through his jeans, “Which is it? Tell me.”

Your hand tightens around his hardness, and he stutters a harsh breath in through his teeth, “Does that answer your question?”

“Hmm.” He breathes, licking a stripe up the column of your throat and sucking hard on the soft skin just below your ear. That’s going to leave a mark, and you probably already have bruises from when he was choking you. The thought of that, of people seeing and knowing makes your insides tighten, “I guess that will do.” You hear the sound of his belt jangling, and your hands shoot out to help with his jeans. Any fear that was once lurking within you is gone, now you just want him to fuck you. Laugher boils in his chest, escaping his mouth in a wheezy pant as you tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs. He’s practically vibrating with excitement as he follows suit and tugs down your panties. 

“How…” His hands are quaking and another peal of laughter breaks up his sentence, he’s shaking so hard at this point that he’s having trouble even speaking, “how...how high can you get your leg?”

You blink at him, not quite sure what he’s even asking you, “Decently high? I don’t know, I haven't really tried?”

He’s grinning at you and taps his right shoulder, “up here too high?”

“Way too high.” You wince even thinking about it, “You’re really tall, baby.” he makes a choked sound at the pet name, it does not escape you, “Owari could maybe manage it, but i couldn't.”

“Ahh...how disappointing…” his words don't match the grin on his face. Nor do they match the eagerness in his eyes. He leans down slightly and hooks his hand behind your knee, tugging your right leg up until its balancing against his hip bone. His bony fingers are digging into your soft flesh, and you are living for it, “I suppose this will have to do.”

 At this angle. The head of his cock is rubbing against your clit, your knees are like jelly, without his tight grip on your leg and the wall at your back you would have toppled over. Komaeda grinds his hips experimentally, choking on a moan at the feeling, “You’re soaked.” his smile is wild, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and slowly drags it up and down the length of your cunt. Your lips drop open in a moan and his shoulders shake with laughter that sounds more like hyperventilation than anything else, “I should have seen right through you. You...haa...you like being defiled by garbage like me. Don’t you?” He’s drooling now, the line of saliva making its way down his chin. You’re mesmerised by it, “I had my hands wrapped around your throat and you were getting- hng!” You cut him off, dragging your tongue up the string of drool on his chin and over his bottom lip. 

He growls. Lines his cock up with your entrance, and thrusts upwards. 

The sound that rips from your throat is less of a moan and more of a scream. The leg he has suspended in the air hooks around his hips and your toes curl inside your shoes. Komaeda’s head lolls forward and comes to rest on your left shoulder, he’s panting and moaning as his hips cant up again. There’s no rhythm to it, he’s grinding up into you desperately, like he needs it. You manage to wriggle your hands into the sides of his coat and then up under his shirt, digging your nails into his skin. You can feel the muscles in his back flexing under the pads of your fingers. He uses his grip on your leg to lift you up and slam you back down again in time with his thrusts. It feels good, it feels so good. He’s so deep inside you,  it feels like he literally couldn't get any deeper if he tried. He’s so loud. He’s moaning, and pleading and muttering. His needy vocalisations over the sound of slapping flesh is so hot that you swear you could come from that alone. 

“I knew...mph...haa-AH...i knew you were too good to be true.” He’s still fucking you, but faster now, angrier you realise when he brings his head up to look at you, “No one would ever be kind enough to waste their love on me.”

“I...what-”

“No.” He hisses through his teeth, fingers digging tighter into the skin behind your knee as the emotion behind his eyes morphs from anger to fury. You suddenly feel unsafe, “Don’t bother lying to me. After all, no one here is that good, no one. No one except for the-”

He freezes inside of you. Eyes wide and breathing slowly. What once had been nothing but hatred is slowly changing, softening around the edges and then eventually stopping on realisation. A smile crosses his face, gentler compared to the manic grin he’d been wearing earlier. 

“It’s you.” He breathes, “Isn't it?”

“Nagito, what are you talking-nnGH!” You don't get to finish, his hips pump up into you and cut you off. 

Laughter rolls out of him in rivulets, his free hand comes up to cup your cheek and his hips dont stop moving, “Of course it’s you! How could i not have seen it!” 

You can’t even ask him what he is babbling about. Your mouth is hanging open and all you can do is whine, your head lolls back and hits the wall behind you. He feels so perfect inside of you, you’re so full and so warm. You can barely even hear him anymore, all you can do is feel. 

“Of course you can't admit anything! But don't worry!” He smiles at you, slipping his free hand down to your clit and rubbing in quick circles. That was all you needed. Your orgasm crashes into you, your legs and stomach tensing tightly as something inside you snaps. It all feels so good that you barely even realise the gravity of what he is saying,  “It’s okay, my Hope. You can leave everything to me."

[prongsmydeer]

Ayesha Liveblogs 2gether the Movie 

The anticipation of this movie has been so long, I really can’t wait to see it even if it is a recap of 2gether hahaha

“You nervous?” “No, I’m okay, I think.” WHAT ARE WE NERVOUS FOR BOYS, WHERE ARE WE GOING

“I got a note from someone. Someone who would change my life forever.” Tine to Green: Thanks for indirectly getting me a boyfriend, bestie

Wild that in the greater context, the most intelligent friend of all, Fong, is the one who convinces Tine that giving people a sedative is the best course of action to get them to leave you alone. [Jackson Whittemore voice] Where are you getting your juice???

“A plan made by a fool can bite you in the ass real fast.” That’s the moral of the show, isn’t it

I still can’t believe this band is called “Sssss..!” imagine asking someone about their favourite musician and then they just hiss at you

“Though it seemed like a bad idea, it wouldn’t hurt to try.” LMAO it really is such a loose and nonsensical premise

Tine: How do I convince this man I am not interested?

Fong, Phuak and Ohm: Date more men.

Tine: Why?

Fong, Phuak and Ohm: We have found a really hot guy.

Tine, bisexual and stupid: Okay!!!!

“He’s a political science student with anti-social behaviour.” Me too, Sarawat hahahaha

Incredible that Sarawat walks away from this exchange where all Tine does is call him an ass, and then he’s like, “Perfect. Incredible. Waited my whole life for this. I want to kiss him.”

ABSOLUTELY FLOORS ME THAT THIS EXCHANGE IS HOW SARAWAT TALKS TO PEOPLE THAT HE LIKES. SARAWAT UNDERRATED FOR MOST UNHINGED BEHAVIOUR

“Some day you may want someone to be a nuisance in your life.” You know that post that’s like ‘marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life.’ Yeah 😌💕

If you’re going to cheat at your music audition, you really ought to put your phone on Do Not Disturb lmao

Funny that this phone call is basically the only time we ever see Tine interacting with his parents. Did he ever tell his parents he and Sarawat are in love or do they still think they’re just friends and roomies

Also funny that Dim arranges this lady-and-the-tramping-a-snack exercise by gender. P’Dim said: I understand u may be uncomfortable with the possibility of heterosexual kissing, so I have come up with a solution: gay kissing, hope this helps xoxo

The longer that this movie goes on, the more I feel a bit bad for Bright bc Win gets all of the voiceovers. They really only needed him for like, 30 seconds so far khgjhggj I hope he was still paid well 

“This was the first time Scrubb’s song could make my heart beat this fast,” said Tine, thinking that is a chill and platonic thing to think about your music club buddy

I really do love that Sarawat starts this tradition of singing his feelings to Tine, and also that Tine sings along, slightly out of time

How is Green such a dedicated non-boyfriend to Tine, and yet somehow in his real relationship, finds it okay to join a club to flirt with another man in front of his actual boyfriend. Green and Dim need years of couple’s counselling

Is the reason that Dim’s band is wearing face-obscuring cardboard masks so they could use the same band members as “Sssss..!” without ppl noticing LMAO. Economical!

🎶 It doesn’t matter who you like. Just look at me. 🎶 I don’t know what it is about this song, but Took Yang (Everything) GETS ME EVERY TIME. IT’S JUST VERY ROMANTIC

“Whatever it was, I didn’t like this feeling.” That’slovebitch.jpg

“All I knew was if I let this feeling continue, it might not do any good to... both of us.” HONESTLY. This line alone makes the voiceovers worth it. Like, that Tine is AWARE of his growing feelings and thinking of Sarawat’s really changes the way the scene reads. THEY 🥺💕

“I feared that I might develop feelings for him,” said Tine, already tits deep in feelings 

What I enjoy most about Bright, both as an actor and in general, seeing him in interviews and such, is that he somehow has this expression as if he is in love with everyone he’s ever spoken to. It’s compelling

I think in one interview he describes it as “listening really intently,” and I’m like. That is not how I look when I listen. You listen with love in your eyes. It is very endearing

I’ve never understood why the fake-dating break-up takes place while Tine is in a towel. Who decided this lol it really does distract from the sincerity of their feelings. His hair isn’t even wet LMAO

“But you like Earn.” It’s funny that in this recap, Tine doesn’t describe the like, 8 or 9 times that Sarawat, prior to this, sincerely declares that he is interested in Tine hkjfhkjfhf bisexual blinders on

“The guy I just talked to. He is the guy I like!” Sarawat’s flashbacks are so funny in the context of how he reacted to Tine every time he spoke to him. Sarawat’s that tweet that goes, ‘When I was 7 I had a crush on a guy in my class & didnt know how to deal w it so I wrote him a letter that just said “get out of my school”’

I love that how even when Tine is not quite ready to admit his feelings, he leaves the door open for Sarawat to understand that he is starting to reciprocate them

“Nowadays, I only wish for him to be faithful to me,” said Tine, as if Sarawat has not been in love with him and only him since the moment they met

HAHAHAHA it’s been 64 minutes and finally Sarawat gets a voiceover, good for him 

Also if Sarawat proposes to Tine I will cry, I love that for them. I hope Tine uno reverses him and pulls out his own ring 

“So are your parents coming?” “No, they will only come to the party in the evening.” WILL TINE’S PARENTS FINALLY MAKE AN APPEARANCE? ONLY TIME WILL TELL 

JKGKJHGKJHG Tine’s lack of self-awareness gets me every time

Ohm: How do you feel about him?

Tine: Not much. Just, my heart flutters when he’s around. When I listen to Scrubb songs with him, the songs sound better. Especially when his face gets close to mine, it feels like my heart is jumping out of my chest. But I guess that’s normal

Fong: ???????????????????????????? TINE PLS

Also kills me that despite this monologue, Tine’s friends are like, ‘He’s being very nice to you and he’s very hot. This could happen to anybody. We will protect u from the Void of Sarawat’s Hotness’ GETS ME EVERY TIME

“Though I had sung with him quite a few times, this was the first time I felt... something between us.” THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME? WAT PLS

“Did Tine dump you already? Why did you ask me to take you here?” “Why are you such a jerk?” Accurate sibling interaction between Sarawat and Phukong lmao

It’s a shame that so far they haven’t included any scenes from Still 2gether, in which they address any of the relationship or personal insecurities that arise for these two over the span of the series, but I guess ‘and then we put work into our relationship’ doesn’t make for as good of a movie LMAO

 OH PSYCH Sarawat said: Still 2gether was also my favourite part of the series 😇🥰

“We spent time apart,” said Sarawat, as if they were not literally 30 mins away from each other for 2 weeks kjhkjhj they’re so silly

OHHHHHHHH THEY WERE GOING TO THEIR GRADUATION AHHHHH I LOVE THEM IT’S VERY CUTE 

“Don’t you ever look at anyone else.” 2gether the movie said you can have a leetle BossPear, as a treat

Hahahaha they gave us a Fong x Earn x Ohm triangle so they’d have something to do I guess hahahahaha

Tbh I was still rooting for Earn and Pear 

Also: Sad that Phuak couldn’t make it kjghgh RIP bestie. When they said “look who finally decided to show up,” I really thought they were gonna cut to him

“Look who’s here. They couldn’t wait.” HAHAHAHA TINE’S PARENTS FINALLY GET 0.2 SECONDS OF SCREENTIME AND SARAWAT’S PLAN IS ALREADY GOING AWRY

I REALLY WANT TO KNOW IF THE PARENTS KNOW THEY’RE DATING. TINE’S PARENTS, AT THEIR WEDDING: So Tine, you and your roommate are very close, huh?

“Mom, this is Wat, the guy I told you about.” THEY HAVEN’T MET HIM IN THE PAST FOUR YEARS? LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

Awwww Dad wants Sarawat in the family photo too, I love that <3

“Your bracelet looks the same as Tine’s.” THEY DON’T KNOW THEY’RE DATING, I’M WHEEZING. HONESTLY MOOD THOUGH I NEVER TELL MY FAMILY ANYTHING ABOUT MY DATING LIFE

ALSO. BOTH OF THEIR SONS ARE DATING MEN. TYPE HAS ALREADY PAVED THE WAY. WHAT COULD BE THE POSSIBLE CONSEQUENCES KJGHKJGHG

WAT AND DIM’S CONVO IS PURE PHYSICAL COMEDY FJKHFJFH

“You’ve prepared this for your man. Hurry up.” REST IN PIECES SARAWAT HAHAHA

Tine’s parents, rn: I think your roommate has a crush on you

“Honey, Wat sings so beautifully.” “Of course, he’s singing to his boyfriend. Right, Tine?” HAHAHAHAH I CAN’T TELL IF TINE’S DAD IS SAYING WE KNOW OR WILFULLY IGNORING THE LOVE

Dad’s strained smile kjghkghkgjh there’s only 5 mins of the movie left, nothing else can happen

“I would never get sick of singing with you.” ROMANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This movie is so funny. They could’ve easily made this a special episode in which Tine’s parents find out about them dating, but instead they had a 70 min series recap, and then they wrapped it up with, ‘Yes, Sarawat proposed to Tine in front of his parents. Tine said yes. No, I will not elaborate.’ Power mov(i)e

😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️ WAIT THEY ELABORATED 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

“Come to Uncle Wat!” PFFFFFFFFFFFT THEY PSYCHED US OUT, SEEMS LIKE IT’S BOSS AND PEAR’S KID KJGHGJHGJKH THE BETRAYAL WHY WOULD U DO THAT

2gether said: I wanted to remind you that gay marriage and adoption is illegal in Thailand actually, xoxo sorry. But our parents love us and our dog is our baby

Well, 2gether wanted to make sure that their movie took you through the same emotional roller coaster the series had. And they sure did!!! It was very fun to watch regardless