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lifeasatargetedindividual · 1 year

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One thing I've picked up on dealing with my abusers and tormentors is, the more personal progress I make towards my personal life goals, the angrier they become. It would seem along with their deep-seated hatred of me, there also comes envy and jealousy from their end.

Lately, I've been getting back into driving, particularly on my own. I'd once declared never will I drive on the interstate. Yet I've been spreading out my practice skills, taking little steps of faith. Ever so slowly, I've been growing accustomed to the interstate. I've also been going out more around people, something I typically don't like doing. Yet I refuse to live the rest of my life as anyone's prisoner, despite my enemies and their insidious goals for my life. Today, for the second day in a row I ventured out and about with my aunt. Yes, I encountered a couple of sour attitudes and words purposely aimed my way on the downlow by those hooked into the Program. Overall however, I had a blast, refusing to allow any of it to get me down. I didn't even hear the V2K as loud as I normally do, another plus. I already knew however as soon as I returned home, Michael and his stable of whores would be waiting to begin their remote assaults against my body.

Generally speaking, for a group of people who swear out they're only trying to "help" me and want the "best" for me, it's strange how in times of personal progress, they either completely ignore it or merely act as if it's nothing. I've been told time and time before now, they are all aware the lies being pumped up against me are just that: lies. I'm in "school" and it's all only a "game," Yet they continue abusing me, even now as I type this, as if they genuinely believe I'm guilty of something. And then the funny part is: they actually expect me to respect and obey them. HA! The very one I'd expect the praise and congratulations from for slowly but finally leveling up in life is the same one pushing others against me. Yet he expects me to love him and want to be with him. Double HA! Never gonna happen. Since keeping a vindictive mind game is more important to you than my personal successes, then my personal successes are always going to be more important to me than you and everyone else combined in this entire fiasco. I understand perfectly now, Lynn Patrick Brinley has been an undercover hater of me since day one. The more he learned about my personal life, the more envious and hateful he became.

Even more telling, it's become completely obvious with the recent addition of the former trolls, he's really showing out trying to impress them, and thus the masses, particularly Michael and his whores, are following suit. Hey Brinley, I thought you didn't even like Felix? What happened, bro? You're that desperate now to prove a point by jocking your enemy's dick? You hated the Truther Wars community--at least you once told me you did. You're that thirsty for views and adoration you've incorporated your own enemies into your agenda? Who's next? Dana? Matthew Sanborn? Montograph? You've dropped real low over the years, just to prove a point, Brinley. Everyone else may see you as some giant man worthy of power and fear, but you appear quite little and cowardly to me, still hiding behind an army and a mass of lies all for protection against one woman. Your cockpuppets are currently going bananas through V2K and the remote physical abuse attacks--spitting in my face, punching me in the head and arms (the usual, yawn), proving my point quite well. I see through you very well: you are nothing without a crowd. Yeah, you're one of THOSE cringey types. Eewww. Yet look at me: I have no physically real crowd: I walk alone, I'm standing in the midst of the most despicable abuse no human being should be subjected to because of your lies and desperate need to feel "powerful", and despite it all, I'm still enjoying my life while you waste my time and everyone else's to accomplish a goal you never will. I do pity you, very much so. These people will definitely one day be judged and condemned for their own abuses against me, but you will be held responsible for misleading them with lies and abusing your power in an attempt to get your way.

#Lynn Patrick Brinley #organized stalking #gangstalking #targetedindividual #organized harassment #persecution #gangstalkers #harassment #organized crime #v2k

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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YouTube Challenge!

Request: Ok so I’ve been watching a lot of youtube couples (not the cringey ones lol) and I reallyyy wanted a head canon for maybe bakugou, shoto, and kiri with a s/o who is a youtuber, and they shoot a couple video like those “my boyfriend rates my outfits” or “chapstick challenge” videos. Could the prompts (42)“(58)(18) Also boys to be pro heroes already...if that’s ok.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this hun, @pletopliito and also as each one is written it gets shorter and shorter lol IM SO SORRY

Prompts: 18. “Have you lost your damn mind?” 43. “Why don’t you kiss me already?” 58. “Are you flirting with me?”

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Katsuki Bakugou!:

“Hey guys, QueenExplosion here! And I have a surprise! Drumroll… It’s King Explosion, as a guest!”

You excitedly pulled your boyfriend into the chair next to you, laughing as he grumbled about the name.

“Right, right! Sorry Mr. Pro Hero, I meant Ground Zero is joining me today!”

“Against my will, might I add.”

You smacked his arm without looking for the snide comment,

But knowing your boyfriend,

This video was bound to be full of them

“Alright, so today I look a little bare don’t I? That’s because this hunk is going to be doing my makeup.”

“Get ready to look like shit.”

“ANYWAAAAYS, let’s just jump right in, yeah? So I have all my makeup set out on the desk here, I’m not telling him what does what-”

“Like I need to know, this shit isn’t rocket science.”

“And it’s his job to make my look as fine as I always do.”

You watched as Katsuki faced you, grabbing a random brush and your highlighter.

“This is like the base coat for your foundation crap, right.”

He huffed to himself as you stifled a laughter, side eyeing the camera

He brushed it all over your face before picking up your stick foundation,

“Now this just kinda goes.. Fucking everywhere.”

He narrowed his eyes in concentration and you thought he was adorable,

“What are you doing Katsu?”

“You put dots all over your face. So that, stupid.”

He grabbed the beauty blender and you were shocked to try to see him dab it all over your face

He lightly grabbed your neck to maneuver your position,

Making it easier to blend in the makeup

“Do you think I need this much makeup?”

“No.”

“Awhhh-”

“You need a fucking crap ton.”

You smacked his arm again at the rude comment,

But you knew he was kidding with the way he was smirking

“Now that your face is done or whatever the hell, guess it’s the eyes.”

He picked up one of your newer palets and your heart skipped a beat,

“Oh man I just got this… Don’t mess it up please.”

“Yea, yea shut up.”

“I’m serious Katsuki-”

“Shitty woman I won’t mess it up. Now quit talking so I can make your eyes fucking pretty.”

“Haha okayy~”

He grabbed a small brush and opened your eyeshadow pallet,

Staring intently at the colors

“What are you glaring so hard for? Just pick one, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“You use these two the most. Let’s mix them.”

“Wait, what-”

You watched with wide eyes as he dipped the brush into one color,

Roughly grabbing the powder onto the brush before-

“Have you lost your damn mind, KATSUKI!”

“EH!? WHAT!”

You watched as he selected another color,

Lighter than the first,

Blending them together on the pallet instead of on your eye

LIKE HOW A REGULAR HUMAN BEING DID IT

“YOU CAN’T JUST MIX THEM THERE, YOU RUIN THE COLOR!”

“HA? YOU BLEND SHIT ALL THE TIME!?”

“ON MY EYES DUMBASS!”

“So.. Like this?”

He brought the brush up to your cheek and smeared the makeup all over

“Whoops. Missed.”

“Katsukii!”

Laughing and whining you tried to push him away but he kept sneaking makeup all over your face,

Grabbing your hands and holding them so you couldn’t stop his onslaught

It was all fun and games till you heard a crash,

Looking down you saw your pallet on the ground,

Face down

“... Bakugou Katsuki…”

At the tone of your voice he stopped,

Looking down to where he saw you gaze on your fallen makeup.

“Oh fuck.”

Let’s just say that video ended with a bunch of cut scenes until you said goodbye,

Smiling face full of misused makeup and Katsuki with a smug look on his face,

Even if he did have matching makeup stains where you wiped your cheek against his.

“Fellas, if you’re asked to try this, just don’t-”

“Ignore him!! Thanks for the stopping by and watching the explosion duo! See you guys soon! ”

Eijiro Kirishima!:

“Hi beautiful people, and welcome back to my channel! It’s your host, RockkStarr here with my own, rock star- Red Riot! And today we are going to be doing the Chubby Bunny challenge!”

“Yosh!! I’m hyped up to eat some delicious sweets, oh, and the marshmallows too.”

Winking at the camera Eijiro pulled you in close,

You laughed and tried to squirm away as he left playful bites along your shoulder

“Oh stop! If you guys are unfamiliar with the challenge, it’s a winner-loser game-”

“That I’ll definitely win.”

“That you win by seeing how many marshmallows you can fit in your mouth while still being able to say, ‘chubby bunny’!”

“Oh then I’ll definitely lose, you see these cheeks? Made for this.”

“Owiee!”

Eijiro laughed as you swatted his hand away while he pinched your cute cheek.

“Let’s get onto the marshmallows!”

“YOSH!”

The first few times didn’t go so well since he kept eating them,

“Ei babe you gotta keep it in your mouth!”

“That’s what she-”

After a few more failed attempts you were both up to five, and you both could still talk pretty clearly,

But Kirishima was not making this easy for you,

“What was that??”

“You heard me!!”

You covered your mouth as you tried to hold back laughter,

Making it even harder to do so as you saw your boyfriend's cheeks puffed out so wide,

With a pursed smile to make him look funnier

“Say it again!”

“CHUBBY BUNNY!!”

After another 4 more you were getting to the limit,

Eijirou was tearing up in laughter about how cute you looked with puffed cheeks,

And every time you opened your mouth to talk they would almost fall out,

“Why don’t you just kiss me already?”

He teased with an almost clear voice,

You rolled your eyes at his smugness but did it anyways,

As soon as your lips touched you couldn’t hold back the giggles,

Spitting out wet marshmallows all over your boyfriend you began dying of laughter,

His shocked and disgusted face made you laugh even harder as his own came out of his mouth

“THAT WAS SO GROSS BABE!”

“AHHHH I’M SORRY!”

You both ended the video,

Your chin slick with drool and Eijiro covered in soggy marshmallows,

But you were both smiling and laughing nonetheless

“Thanks for tuning in! See you beauties next time, RockkStarr-”

“And Red Riot!”

“OUT!”

Shoto Todoroki!:

“Hello friends, it’s me, IceeBaby! Don’t be alarmed, I know it may be hard to recognize me behind all this Gucci-”

“That’s a store brand tee-shirt, don’t lie.”

“Aaaaaand I’m here with my ice ice baby, Shoto! Thanksforruiningtheintro.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“Thanks babe.. today we are going to have a fashion show of sorts. I'll be trying on my closet for you all to see, and he is taking time out of his busy day to rate them for me!”

“She looks good in anything, so you’re going to get 10/10s everytime.”

“Oh my gosh. Are you flirting with me?”

“I most definitely am.”

“You do know I am dating a top pro hero right?”

“What is he going to do?”

You giggle as Shoto pulls you onto his lap from, squeezing you tight while he did.

“He can try all he wants but he can't have you back.”

“You’re such a dork-Oh no!! You’ll wrinkle my clothes, let me go!”

“Wrinkled or not this outfit is still a 10 for me.”

You wiggled out of his hold, messing his hair up as you stood.

You tried on a few different outfits, explaining where you got them and why you liked them so much.

“Oh and this shirt-”

“Is my favorite actually.”

“Ohh?? Why is that?”

“This is the shirt you were wearing when we went on our first date.”

Your jaw dropped and Shoto swears there were hearts in your eyes,

“Shoto.. You remember that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? It was one of the best days of my life, you were wearing that shirt and that one pair of jeans that makes your ass look fat-”

“aahhhHHHHHHH! you know about my butt enhancing jeans!?”

“Well, then I didn’t but I know which ones they are now.”

“Kya, you’re so embarrassing~!”

“You were the one wearing them, trying to impress me.”

“Well of course! I was on a date with an up and coming hero, who has tons of pretty heroes who could snatch you from me.”

You pouted looking away from him,

He once again pulled you onto his lap,

“No one is more beautiful than you. I want no one else.”

You looked over to the camera with a smug smile,

“Hear that? Sorry thirsty guys and gals, this man is all mine!”

“Thirsty??”

“Uh yeah, you know how many people thirst over you?”

“Do you know how many thirst over you?”

“Not as many as you, sweetie pie.”

“Whatever you say love, in that case,”

Shoto glared at the camera, shielding you with his body,

“You thirsty people cannot have her either.”

“KYAAA SHOTO-KUN HOW EMBARRASSING!!~~”

You look up at the camera the best you could, a big smile on your face,

“That’s it for today’s video! Go find other people to thirst over!! But I really hoped you enjoyed this! Comment down below if you’d like more content like this! Thanks a bunchies friends! Icy Hot 1 and 2 reporting for outro! Bye!”

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spiderman-homecomeme · 3 years

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‘cause spider-man comes tonight

🎄The Twelve Days of Promptmas🎄 - Day Four

concepts: holiday smut

dialogue: all I want for Christmas is you.” “You’re Jewish?” “So?”

The sequel to the dirty talk fic, but make it ~festive~

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“Good moooorning.”

Peter’s voice is gentle, almost singing against her bare skin as his lips trail kisses along her shoulder.

Michelle shifts, grumbling at the soft, dragging touches.

Still, he persists, his breath tickling. “Wake up.”

And as annoyed as she is for being woken up, she can’t help but smile as he snuggles against her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. “Too early…” She mumbles sleepily into the pillow, nestling further into the blankets.

Peter huffs out a laugh, his lips pausing momentarily over the strap of her tank top before he keeps going. “Didn’t you wanna go to shopping today? For the party?” He reasons, though MJ knows for a fact that the purpose in all of this isn’t to get the two of them out of bed, per se.

No, his intentions are perfectly clear.

“Not at—” She barely cranes her head up, glancing at her phone on the bedside table. “—nine in the morning.”

“Wow, so early,” he mumbles against her skin.

Her expression contorts when he finds a particularly ticklish spot on her neck, half-heartedly warning him as she tries to twist away from his mouth. “Hey.”

“What?” He chuckles, cuddling closer, arms locking around her, pressing his cheek into her shoulder blade as he gives her a loving squeeze. “Does that tickle?”

He knows the answer already, the little shit, and she can’t help but lightly smack his arm in response.

He laughs again, a sound that makes a comforting warmth bloom in her chest. It’s good that he can’t see her face, that his is burrowing into her shoulder, to see the light smile tugging at her lips, the way her eyes close again as she breathes out a contented sigh.

Though, his touches soon turn less than innocent, and he’s whispering filthy nothings into her ear as his hands shamelessly roam her body, as he presses his hardness against her. While some of what he says is of the highest quality—he’s actually great at dirty talk when he wants to be—there’s always that one line he has to sneak in there.

Sure, “I have a big present for you,” as he pokes her in the back of thigh with his morning wood isn’t necessarily groundbreaking, or his worst yet, but it’s still enough to coax a slightly undignified snort out of her.

Finally, she turns over to face him, eyeing him carefully, a single brow raised. “Oh really?”

Peter nods, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I sure do.”

“Of course.” Her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she fights the urge to roll her eyes and laugh.

When she doesn’t say anything else he nudges her. “Are you not gonna ask what it is?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea—” She glances down. “—It’s either an actual present… or, if I know you well enough, which unfortunately, I do—” She meets his gaze again. “It’s your dick.”

“Bingo.” He throws in a wink for good measure.

“I thought I already got that present, though?” MJ asks, trying to stay casual. “Eight nights in a row?”

“That was for me,” Peter insists. “This—” He bites is his lip, pressing himself against her again. “Is for you. You can even have it early. As a treat.”

She can’t help but laugh as he leans in to kiss her, pressing her palm against his chest to keep him away. “Not supposed to open anything till Christmas. Come on, man, you know the rules.”

“Good thing I’m not wrapping it.”

The double meaning gets another snort out of her, and she playfully dodges him again as his lips press into the corner of her mouth. “Peter—”

“I can put a little bow on it if you want?”

All she can do is shake her head in response and pray that she can suppress her laugh for just a second longer. “I swear… To God.”

“Love you, too,” he grins, leaning in to kiss her fully this time.

But once again, she stops him, scooting away from him. “Wait, no. Morning breath.”

Peter pauses, his hand lingering on her waist, lip caught in his teeth in thought. She has a point there, at least she sees him thinking it through. He shrugs. “I mean, there’s doggy… reverse cowgirl… deck the halls.”

“Deck the halls?” Michelle’s brow furrows in confusion.

“I’ll deck your halls with my boughs of holly,” he winks again.

“That’s not even a position, you just wanted to make a joke,” she playfully pushes him.

He shrugs.

Does she hate him?

Who knows?

Is this turning her on still, as stupid as it is?

Maybe.

“Now, come on,” he says, patting his legs, inviting her to climb onto his lap. “Hop on.”

“So romantic,” she deadpans with a quirk of her brow.

But does that mean she’s giving in so soon?

Absolutely not.

Some restraint and discipline would be good for them both.

They have things to do today.

Namely, getting ready for Flash’s big holiday bash tonight.

“Maybe later, okay?” A knowing, sly grin stretches across her face as she pats him twice on the cheek, climbing up from the bed before he can protest.

He huffs out a laugh, looking up at her with borderline pleading eyes. So innocent a look for so definitely not-innocent a request. “Please?”

“Nuh uh,” she says as she starts rifling through her dresser. She makes a show of getting dressed, slowly peeling her tank top off. He grins, his eyes instantly taking in the sight of her bare chest, before she’s tossing the shirt at him. He catches it easily, his gaze never leaving hers.

“We have to go shopping.”

ii.

Why she thought it was ever a good idea to let Peter peruse the holiday section of the local Michael’s with her, she has no idea.

Especially when he’s in the mood he’s been in all morning—for the entirety of their relationship, really.

One minute, he’s by her side, holding out different festive candles for her to smell as she looks at the different coffee mugs and tea sets, and the next he’s throwing her a wink and a subtle kiss as he points at a sign that says fall on your knees.

He seems especially thirsty today, for some reason—though she would argue that Peter never really needs a reason to try and seduce her with his own brand of dirty talk, however horrible it may be, however it makes her blink unimpressed at him, however it makes her laugh until her sides hurt.

While it had all started as something kept strictly to the confines of their bedroom, more and more, it’s started to bleed into their everyday conversation. And every time, it has the same effect on her. She’ll stare at him, slow-blinking, lips twitching as she tries to suppress a smile.

And, she’d be lying if she said that no matter how cringey some of his lines are… damn it, they kind of work. She’s too attracted to him as a whole for them not to.

“MJ.”

She hears his voice on the other end of the aisle. Insistent, a self-indulgent chuckle hiding under his tone.

Her lips press into a thin line as she pointedly ignores him, continuing to browse the different tea towels.

“MJ,” he says again, louder this time. Childish, even.

Still, she doesn’t look at him, shaking her head as she purses her lips.

“MJ!”

His voice is suddenly right next to her, and she jumps, turning to see him holding up one of those weird Elf on the Shelf dolls.

“What?” She hisses.

There’s that damn, stupid grin on his face as he pokes the felt figurine, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when she narrows her eyes. “When I think about you, I touch my elf.”

And as usual, it takes everything not to smile. She bites the inside of her cheek. “You’re an idiot.”

His smile widens to levels of supreme dopiness. “I’m your idiot,” he says with all the affection in the world.

“Unfortunately,” she shakes her head, huffing, though she can’t help the way her lips curve into a smile, the way her face warms. And for a moment, she thinks he’s done. He’s had his fun. He’s made her smile.

“Wanna cradle my dreidel?” He asks under his breath, his hand dangerously low on her back.

The sudden snort of laughter she lets out startles some poor old lady on the other end of the aisle.

iii.

If she thinks she’s free the minute she gets back to the apartment, she’s sorely mistaken. Okay, maybe not sorely, per se. But she is very much mistaken.

It’s again, as they’re deciding what dish to bring to Flash’s holiday get together later in the evening, rifling through their pantry and fridge in search of any usable ingredients.

“We’ve still got these pie shell things,” Peter says, holding up the box of premade pie crust from the freezer. “Pie’s are always nice. For holidays and what not.”

Ah, yes. The ones they forgot to bring to May’s for Thanksgiving—making them have to run to the store on a major holiday for something that was pretty much already sold out. Perfect.

“Great. A pie’s good,” MJ says, feeling a sense of relief that they don’t necessarily have to leave the apartment again. At least until tonight. “What kind do you think?”

Peter looks up, titling his head as his lips twist in though. But then, his gaze flits to her briefly.

“I’ve always liked creampies.”

This time she might actually hit him.

iv.

She’s just pulled her sweater on over her head when Peter walks into the bedroom, his eyes instantly drinking her in, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. His appreciative gaze sets a warmth in her stomach and chest, and she bites back her smile as she pushes her hair over her shoulder, tucking an errant curl behind her ear.

His smile is is bright, and his eyes meet hers in the mirror as he comes to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he murmurs into her hair, “God, can’t wait to hurry down your chimney tonight.”

And to think she’d started to lean into him. She scoffs, smacking his arm gently. “Shut up.”

“Seriously,” he says, a laugh under his tone as he steps back. His hand lingers though, falling to play with the hem of her black skirt, gently brushing her thigh through her black tights. “You look really pretty. Easily one of my top favorite outfits.” He pauses, tilting his head in thought. “Besides nothing. You should wear nothing more often.”

“Note taken,” she says, nodding slowly, holding herself together—at least attempting to.

“And honestly,” He muses. “I think taking this off—” he tugs at the sweater, his voice lowering. “—would really elevate the look. You know what? The skirt too.”

She quirks a brow at him in the mirror, though there’s nothing she can do to prevent her smile from widening. “Oh, so I should just… take my clothes off?”

“Let me be perfectly clear,” he replies, trying to be serious, his hands holding her waist, dropping to her hips and giving a tempting squeeze. “You should always be taking your clothes off.”

It’s amazing how this idiot can make her feel so lightheaded, how he can make her entire body feel that blurry warmth. It’s him, clearly it is, because she’s not sure she’d ever take that kind of shit from any of her other past relationships.

Peter’s just Peter.

“Keep it in your pants, Parker,” she teases when he tugs her closer, her back against his chest. She knows what he’s doing; exactly what.

And again, it’s not going to work.

Unlike him, she has a sense of self-control.

No matter how hot her boyfriend is.

His laugh causes her stomach to flip pleasantly. “But, baby, all I want for Christmas is you.”

“You’re Jewish?”

“So?”

She turns in his arms, facing him now, her palms pressing into his chest. “Also it’s not Christmas yet?”

“Christmas eve is pretty much Christmas.”

She blinks.

“Where’s your sense of imagination? Your holiday spirit?” He asks earnestly, squeezing her gently. “Now what do you want? Naughty? Or Nice?” His face lights up. “Oo! Both.”

It’s a wonder her eyes don’t roll out of her head and onto the floor, or that her cheeks fall off from how hard she’s trying not to smile. She ignores the conversation. “We’re gonna be late to Flash’s. Come on.”

“Eh, I think there’s time.” Peter’s hand falls to hers, locking their fingers together as he pulls her close, his lips finding his favorite spot on her neck easily.

In spite of the ticking clock in her mind, she closes her eyes, sighing softly at the feeling of his soft kisses pressing into her skin.

“Flavortown has holiday hours right?”

And it’s the wicked grin on his face when he pulls back to look at her that causes her to snap back to reality. She laughs, her body practically screaming in protest as she steps fully away from him and out of his warmth.

The whole car ride to Flash’s feels like an eternity, given the lack of time for a pre-party quickie back at the apartment. Peter’s hand stays on her thigh, the other on the wheel, and it’s clear that he’s not paying all that much attention when he stalls at one or two red lights, startling when there’s a chorus of honking from behind them.

Though it’s a seemingly innocent touch—he never ascends past the hemline of her skirt—it still burns her skin through the thin material of her tights. It still causes her mind to go places where it really shouldn’t go while he’s driving, while they’re on their way to a friend’s holiday party. All day, it’s been a constant game between them, and at first, MJ had assumed that she had the upper hand.

Now, however, she’s not sure.

She’s tried her best to ignore his dumb jokes mingled with legitimate propositions, and for the most part, she’s been successful.

But she just knows he’s going to try something stupid at the party. She doesn’t know what, but she knows him.

Surprisingly, however, Peter’s able to behave himself for the first hour. He mingles with everyone, never once making a suggestive comment, never once does his hand fall past the appropriate spot on her back. It’s honestly a bit of a shock.

But of course, all things must come to an end.

It’s as Flash is overexplaining the different stockings on his fireplace—all for him apparently—when Peter returns with a drink in hand, his voice lowered as he leans in to whisper. “Did we bring any stocking stuffers?”

Michelle’s brow furrows in confusion. “No? Why would we?”

Peter seems puzzled for a moment, lips twisting in thought, before his eyes light up. “Oh! I forgot.”

“Wha—”

“I brought the most important one.”

She’s ashamed that it takes her more than five seconds to process what he’s said, to get it, but when she does, it’s a slow blink and a heavy sigh. “Is it in your pants—”

“—It’s in my pants.”

Okay, so maybe she doesn’t have as much self control as she’d originally thought.

But she can’t honestly find it in herself to care, especially with Peter’s mouth hot on hers, pushing her into the dresser in one of the spare bedrooms, his hands greedy as they travel her body, hungrily twisting and pulling at her clothes.

She’d dragged him in here not two minutes ago, after one “candy cane” joke too far. She’d been pushed right over that edge.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, and she lets out the softest of moans as his tongue slips into her mouth, one of his hands falling to grip her ass. His groan as he presses his hardness against her causes the heat in the pit of her stomach to flare, her hold on him to tighten, clinging desperately.

When she finally pulls back, her chest is heaving, her breath catching as his lips and tongue drag along the underside of her jaw. How he’s so good at just this, something so seemingly simple, how he can reduce her to a puddle of nerves with a few touches, she has no idea.

But, God, she needs him now.

Her hands move to his shoulders, gently pushing him down to where she wants him.

But he holds still, pushing back against her, stubborn. His gaze meets hers, almost challenging, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “What do you want?” He asks, knowing perfectly well what.

Her eyes narrow as she smirks. “You know what.”

“I don’t follow,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of her palm. “You gotta be more specific.”

On one hand, her body’s screaming at her to just jump his bones, to climb him like a tree, etc. But on the other, it wants her to drop kick him off of a mountain. “Peter…” She groans, her head falling back.

“Am I gonna be a DJ?” He asks, and she snorts. “Am I gonna spin you all night long like a little dreidel?”

MJ’s brow furrows. “I thought your dick was the dreidel?”

He playfully pinches her sides, shaking his head with a laugh before looking up at her again. “Am I going somewhere? To eat, maybe?”

“God, just—” she shakes her head, lips pressing together stubbornly. It’s the mischievous glint in his eyes that tells her exactly what he wants her to say.

And dammit, she’s too horny for this.

“Go to Flavortown.”

His giggle makes her heart nearly burst out of her chest.

“I dunno. Is it open right now? It is almost Christmas.”

“Doors are always open for you,” she almost laughs.

“I’m on it.” She’s cut off by Peter spinning her around, his hand splaying on her back and pushing her chest into the top of the dresser as he bends her forward. A heady rush of excitement flares within her, and she shifts on her feet in anticipation. His hands slide under her skirt and up to her waist, thumbs hooking under the waistband of her tights. The brush of his knuckles against her skin leave goosebumps in its wake as he peels them—and her underwear—down to her knees, and she gasps as the cool air hits her center.

He’s mumbling some song under his breath—one that sounds suspiciously festive. She looks back at him, a confused grin tugging at her lips when he sings aloud, “Spider-Man is coming to Flavortown…”

He bunches her skirt at her waist, and before she can even think to say anything about his song, his mouth is on her. Her knees buckle, glad to be gripping the dresser as tight as she is, when he licks a long stripe up—or down for her—her slit. His tongue is all over, languidly lapping at her, gathering her wetness and spreading it messily over her swollen clit.

A wet gasp falls from her lips as he brings two fingers up to tease her entrance, circling lazily as he sucks her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Peter—”

The warmth in her belly grows hot, boiling even, as he fervently and eagerly works her heat, moaning openly into her cunt. His fingers are skilled as they curl into her, sliding in effortlessly and finding her spot. The vibrations of his hums are addictive, intoxicating, but still make her smile when she realizes it’s even more holiday music that he’s humming.

“You’re such—fuck—such a dork,” she says, breathless, mouth curved into a wavy smile as her cheek presses into the wood of the dresser.

He laughs against her, though his pace doesn’t falter. It stays relentless, and continues eating her out like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.

She comes with a choked, strangled moan, her knuckles tense as she grips the side of the dresser for purchase as his fingers fuck into her, as his tongue swirls around her clit in his mouth.

The ground feels shaky underneath her, and she doesn’t dare stand. Instead, she only melts further into the furniture, her eyes fluttering closed as she gathers her breath.

“My compliments to the chef,” he says, dumbly, hearing the lewd sound of him licking his fingers clean.

There’s nothing she can do to hold back her the laugh that bursts out of her

But then, the sound of the metal of his belt clinking reignites that same heat, and she finds herself almost whimpering in anticipation. She nearly jumps at the feeling of his tip sliding through her folds, gently tapping against her clit as he soaks himself in her arousal. The sound of Peter’s breath hitching makes her smile, and she suddenly finds energy in herself to push back against him, to grind herself on his erection.

He doesn’t wait another moment, a throaty groan spilling past his lips as he pushes into her, inch by inch, up to the hilt.

His pace starts slow, giving her time to accommodate, but soon, neither of them seem to have patience. In the next second, he’s fucking into her, his rhythm almost desperate as he matches it to their ragged breaths.

“Fuck, yes. MJ. You feel so fucking good,” he moans, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day. Fuck.”

It’s almost impossible to form words, her mouth hanging open, a croaking gasp leaving her lips when he shifts the angle.

She only nods, too lost in the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of him filling her so well.

“I love you so much, Em,” he breathes, his voice shaky.

“I love you, too,” she manages somehow, miraculously.

And she looks up in the mirror, seeing the slight uptick of a smile on his lips. “Hey, Em?” He asks, his eyes meeting hers.

“Fuck—Yeah?”

His grip on her hips tightens as he picks up his pace, one hand placing a hard, but loving, smack on her ass.

And as that smile grows, instantly, she understands.

“Looks like we’re gonna have a white Christmas this year.”

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hoodharlow · 4 years

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Stand There and Look Pretty.

AN: The idea for this came at 1 am when I sent Idalis a thirsty message about Ash and nipple piercings lmao. This is unedited, so it’s trash. Anyways happy birthday Luke!

Summary:Just some good old fake date to show your ex, that everything’s a-okay! Some pining and feelings being shared.

Warnings: smut lol

Word Count: 2.4k words

Aaliyah beamed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t been sure about the bridesmaid dress when Kira showed her a picture of it, but now that she was wearing it, she loved it. It had poppy red tulle layers and long sleeves. She ran her hand over the skirt of the dress.

‘Holy shit, it has pockets!’ she thought to herself. She stuffed her hands in the pockets and twirled around in the room.

"You look beautiful, Aaliyah." Luke's voice startled her, stopping her mid twirl. Her eyes landed on Luke, making her cheeks warm up.

She met Luke when she was interning for Ryan Tedder a few years back. They became best of friends after spending the whole night at the studio working on a song. Even though the song didn’t end up in 5SOS’s album, it was one of Luke’s favorite songs he’s ever written.

She had invited him to her cousin’s wedding. In hopes to avoid getting questioned by all her nosy aunts about when she was going to settle down and start popping out kids.

Plus, her ex, Josh, was cousins with her cousin’s fiance and was part of the wedding party. She had to show him up because Josh had broken up with her the evening of the engagement party. That night she drove straight to Luke’s and cuddled with Petunia while she ranted about how Josh was a shady asshole.

Luke had been ecstatic when she invited him to her cousin's wedding. He was hoping it was a sign that she had feelings for him, but his thoughts were soon thrown to the trash when she explained that she needed to show Josh that she didn’t need him. That she was all good now that she wasn't with him.

At the time, Luke had feelings for her ever since they wrote that song together, but he didn't make a move because she was seeing Josh. When they broke up, he gave her space to get better.

Luke was pretty sure he was in love with her. She's kind, intelligent, selfless, down to earth and an all around good person. Luke adored the way she was able to put all her vulnerabilities on paper and use all that pain and agony to make beautiful songs. He loved that she was always up for anything. Hiking at six in the morning followed by endless chicken and waffles as a reward? Sign her up. A chill night watching cringey lifetime channel movies? She's down.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Aaliyah asked him. She caught him staring at her through the vanity mirror.

"What? I can't stare at the most beautiful girl in the room?" He asked. His tone was light and flirty.

"I'm the only girl here, you goof." Aaliyah giggled. She was used to his random flirting. Though he'd do it when a random girl would approach him at the club and wouldn't leave him alone. Aaliyah would come to the rescue and then they'd leave to go watch a movie at his place.

"Still true though." He smirked.

Before Aaliyah could make a sassy remark, frantic knocks came from their room. "Aaliyah! This is an emergency!"

***

"You don't have to do this. I'm sure they can find someone else to take that guy's place," Aaliyah said as she fixed the boutonniere on Luke's tux jacket. One of the groomsmen partied too hard at the bachelor party and was so hungover he couldn't move. The wedding planner, one of her other cousins, asked Luke if he could take his place so there'd be an even number of bridesmaids and groomsmen. Luke kindly accepted.

"It's fine, not the first wedding I've been part of. Remember my brother’s?" Luke said proudly. He fixed the red silk button up.

"That was a shitshow. Cal wasn't paying attention and ended up at the wrong reception hall." She laughed. She was the one that found him nodding and looking confused as he talked to an elderly man at the buffet. She waved him over and brought him back to Jack wedding just in time for Luke to make his speech.

"That's beside the point. I know what I'm doing. All I have to do is walk and stand there looking pretty."

"But not too pretty, the bride is there too."

They both laughed. Aaliyah took another sip of her champagne and surveyed the hallway. Josh was coming down the stairs with the groom. His eyes zoned in on her. There was an indescribable gleam in his eyes that made her nervous.

On queue a doe eyed redhead attached herself to him, and they made their way to Luke and Aaliyah.

Luke had noticed him coming over from the window's reflection since he had his back to them. He leaned forward to Aaliyah. "Show time." He whispered. He cupped her chin and pulled her lips to his.

Aaliyah hesitated for two seconds, but then she melted on to him. She anchored herself with his jacket and kissed him back. A soft cough called for their attention. Luke pulled away, much to Aaliyah's dismay.

"Oh my god! You're Luke Hemmings! I just love your music. Big fan. I can―Hey, that hurt!" The woman turned to look at Josh. She rubbed her arm where he had, not to discreetly, nudged her.

"Josh, hey!" Aaliyah greeted them. Luke draped his arm over her shoulders. Even in her heels, Luke had two or three inches on her.

"Hey, Alley-Oop." It was a stupid nickname he gave her and used when he wanted to annoy her. "This is Ginger, my fiancé, and the mother of my child." He placed a hand over her abdomen.

Aaliyah's stomach sank. In the three years they were dating, he had been very adamant about not having kids. Even at the beginning of their relationship, right off the bat, he said he didn't want any kids. He always gave her a million and one reasons why, and she just ran with them, so she wouldn't disappoint him.

"Congrats, children are always a blessing." Luke said. He glanced over to Aaliyah and then back at Josh and Ginger. "We're going to greet Jacob and Marie before the ceremony. Excuse us."

Luke gently nudged Aaliyah and guided her to her parents. He intertwined his fingers with hers, giving them a gentle squeeze before he leaned down to kiss her knuckles.

They sneaked in the reception hall and went straight to the bar.

"My parents aren't here." Aaliyah pointed out.

"You're right, but my good friend Don Julio is." He joked. He waved down the bartender and ordered two shots of tequila.

"Why'd you kiss me?" Aaliyah asked. "That wasn't necessary."

***

After the ceremony and everything in between, It was finally the reception.

Luke made faces at Aaliyah's niece, Nina. She scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed and crossed his eyes earning a giggle from her. All while Aaliyah chatted with her family. They sat with her parents and siblings.

"Luke?" Marie called him. Aaliyah knocked her knuckle against the back of his hand.

"Sorry, what was the question?" He asked. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

"We were discussing thanksgiving. Are you joining us again this year?" She asked him. For the past few years, when he's not touring, he would spend Thanksgiving with Aaliyah's family.

"Not sure yet. I'm working out some things." He smiled and went back to making faces at Nina.

Aaliyah's heart warmed at the sight. She turned back to Josh. He was walking around showing off his fiance's pregnancy. She sighed and began picking at her food.

She smiled as Luke raced Nina into eating all her greens before raiding the dessert bar. She cheered excitedly and stuck her tongue out.

"I win!" She beamed.

"Well, I was too busy enjoying my broccoli. I love broccoli." Luke said. He crossed his arms to accentuate his point.

"Mommy, can I get brownies now?" Nina turned to look at her mom.

"Fine," Aaliyah's sister turned to Luke. "Make sure she doesn't get too many sweets. She'll crash from the sugar overload."

"Of course." He nodded. He stood up and Nina raised her arms so he could carry her.

Aaliyah watched him place Nina on his shoulders as they made their way to the dessert bar. Her niece squealed in excitement when he pretended to fall backwards.

"He's a good guy." Her father said quietly to Aaliyah. "I hope you both realize the feelings you have for each other."

She choked into her champagne flute. "What?"

"I know you're both pretending and all, but it's obvious you both have feelings for each other."

"Dad, we're just friends. He's doing me a solid and―"

"Please," He laughed. "I bet you two months of your rent that he's going to bring you a slice of cheesecake or one of those mini tart thingies. Why? Because he knows you like them."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. She took a sip from her drink and spotted Luke and Nina coming back. There was a slice of cheesecake in his hand.

"I know you like cheesecake, so I got you a slice." Luke said. He sat down and pulled out a bunch of candies from his pockets. Nina had her little purse out and filled it with the candies.

"Oi! Get your own." Luke told her. His giant hand claimed the candy, but Nina laid on top of it and rounded up the candy.

Jacob gave Aaliyah a knowing look before leaning over to Marie and asking her to dance. Aaliyah sighed and went for another drink. She sat back on a stool and nursed her drink. Soon she sensed someone come up next to her.

"Ginger ale and scotch." Josh told the bartender. He turned to Aaliyah and smiled. "Hey."

"Hi," She nodded.

"I'm glad you and Luke are finally together." He said.

"Hm?" she looked up at him. "What do you mean 'finally'?" She finger quoted.

"Alley-oop, you had to be blind to how you both look at each other. You never looked at me like that." He thanked the bartender and sipped his scotch. He nodded to the dance floor where Luke was dancing with her niece. "He fits in with your family. He's a good guy. Take it from a guy who thought he was going to marry you."

He patted her hand and walked away. Aaliyah sighed in defeat. Her brain was spinning with a million thoughts, and they all involved Luke.

***

Aaliyah held her heels as she walked barefoot back to her suite. Luke had gone with her sister because Nina had fallen asleep in his arms. Once in her room, she struggled with the zipper of her dress. It was the kind that had a hook on top of the actual zipper. Annoyed, she sat back on the bed and waited for Luke.

He came in shortly after and went straight to the bathroom. Aaliyah got up and tiptoed there. She knocked softly and waited for him.

He opened the door, revealing himself without a shirt on.

"Could you unzip my dress?" She asked him.

“Yeah,” He motioned her in front of the mirror. He quickly unhooked the hook and slowly dragged the zipper down. “All set.”

“Thanks.” She wrapped her hands around herself to hold the dress up. She shuffled her weight from one foot to the other, figuring out what to tell him. “I’m sorry for you… for reacting like . In all honesty I wouldn’t mind you kissing me again. I was just stunned and upset that Josh is having a kid. More so because I want to have kids on my own and have a family―And yeah.”

“You want me to kiss you again?” He smiled.

“Is that all you got from that?”

“Kinda stopped paying attention after. What was that about wanting to have kids with me?” He quirked.

“That’s not what I said at all.” She laughed.

Luke took a step forward and pulled her to him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. He pushed her against the bathroom sink and pulled down the dress. He hoisted her up and carried her to their bed. Foreplay was out the window. They just wanted to be with each other.

Aaliyah sat up and fumbled with the belt buckle of Luke's pants. Luke pushed her off. Before she could protest. He dropped his pants and got back in bed. She climbed back onto his lap and pushed her panties to the side. Luke coated himself with her arousal before entering her. A satisfied moans escaped their lips.

Aaliyah sat like this for a bit, enjoying just having him inside her. She slowly rolled her hips back and forth. She pulled him closer her. She grabbed his face a pulled him to her lips.

"Fuck, Al." He grunted against her lips.

She greedily rode at a slow, tortuous pace. Luke slid his hand inside her panties and roughly gripped her ass. He guided her along his length, loving how well she took him. He bucked his hips into her, meeting her thrusts. She let out a loud moan. Luke captured her lips, muffling her.

They both sped up their movements, wanting to get the other off.

“Luke!” she moaned out, her orgasm catching her off guard. She rode him through her orgasm.

He let go of her ass and pushed her down on the bed. He slid back into her and took her in slow deep thrusts. He desperately rubbed her clit, egging her on as his thrusts sped up. Aaliyah pulled away from his lips and bit his shoulder as he brought her to another orgasm.

“I love you.” Aaliyah panted.

“I love you, too.” He said.

***

Six Months Later

“What do you mean you now want mac and cheese from Panera? I already picked up your noodles and satay.” Luke said to the phone feature of his car. He was parking his car in their driveway.

“It’s the baby that wants them, not me.” She said through the phone. “Did you at least get the ice cream?”

He glanced down at the triple chocolate fudge brownie and the banana peanut butter chip ice cream pints. “Of course.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed her food and ice cream and went inside their house. Petunia lifted her head off Aaliyah’s growing stomach and when she saw it was Luke, she laid back. He stored the ice cream in the freezer and grabbed some plates for them. He set the food on the coffee table and fixed their plates. He gave Petunia a piece of chicken off his pad see-ew.

Aaliyah bent down and reached for his boba tea and sipped it.

“Oi!” Luke said when he caught her.

“I wanted some.” she said softly. She leaned down and kissed him.

“You’re so spoiled.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Blame my baby daddy.”

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A Chromatica Review

So I never really use Tumblr, but when I do go on here, it’s pretty much to review something long-form. As you can tell from my profile picture here, and from my glowing review of ARTPOP from 7 years ago, I am and have always been a Gaga stan. Just read the melodramatic first paragraph of my ARTPOP review and you’ll get the gist of how much I idolize this woman. Well, idolized. Past tense.

That’s not to say I suddenly hate Gaga–I’m still going to follow her career and listen to whatever she puts out. There have just been several factors this past year that have changed my perspective on how I view her, this album being one of those factors. But I’ll get to those later. First I just need to lay out all my issues with this album.

Yes, this is going to be that type of review, so if you’re a fellow Gaga stan that isn’t able to criticize her work, this probably isn’t for you. Otherwise please read to the end if you can, because this is honestly about more than just the album.

Issue #1: The Mismatch Between Music & Aesthetic

When the cover of the album came out, I was so gagged. Like, just look at it! It’s striking, and Gaga has rarely ever disappointed me when it came to visuals. Actually, I can’t even think of any visual choices she made in previous eras that disappointed me. Even in the Joanne era, the pink cowboy hat became iconic and all of her aesthetic choices fit with the overall vibe of that album cycle.

So naturally, when she revealed to us the new visual direction she was taking for Chromatica, I assumed it would give us some insight into how the music would sound. The aesthetic of this era always gave me grungy cyberpunk and heavy machinery tease. When I look at the album cover for example, I can hear a song produced by SOPHIE in my head, the clink-clank queen herself. (There were rumors that Gaga was going to or did work with SOPHIE but that was never confirmed, unfortunately for us.)

For those unfamiliar with SOPHIE, here’s Ponyboy, which was most recently used in the ad campaign for Beyoncé’s Ivy Park clothing line.

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That was the kind of production I was more or less expecting when taking the visuals into account; dark, metallic, basically similar to ARTPOP’s production (to be honest ARTPOP sonically fits better with the Chromatica aesthetic; think about it).

But what did we get? Light, garden variety dance pop, a stark contrast to what the album cover and the promo images teased us with.

In the album, we get these orchestral interludes that are beautiful but don't really mesh that well with the actual tracks. The songs don't have any orchestral elements by themselves, so the interludes felt a bit misplaced to me. I wish they'd incorporated more of that into the individual songs, so that there could be an orchestral through-line to give more cohesion, like what Ariana did in her album positions by using strings. However I will say, the transition from Chromatica II into 911 remains unmatched.

I get that the album is supposed to sound happy, that it was her returning to her “dance pop roots” and singing about serious topics like mental health over happy-sounding beats, because it’s supposed to reflect her current mental state. I get all that. But if that was the case, I think she should’ve gone with a different visual direction to match. Personally I wish she went a different direction musically instead, but even if it was just the other way around and she changed the aesthetic of this era, my opinion of the album would probably improve slightly, cause at least there would be cohesion between the visuals and the sonics.

I look at that album cover, and promo images like the one below, and then I listen to songs like Fun Tonight or Plastic Doll for example, and there’s a noticeable dissonance there.

You might be thinking “why are you so hard on her for this?” and I guess it’s because I’ve always held Gaga to a high standard when it comes to how she links those two elements. Think of every era she’s had in the past, and you remember how the visuals always just worked with their respective albums.

And that’s before I’ve even talked about the videos. Oh lord, the videos.

Issue #2: The Videos Are Lackluster (Except For 911)

It started with Stupid Love, the lead single. I had mixed feelings about that song in the beginning, but because I was so thirsty for new music from Gaga at the time, I played that song like hell when it leaked and it was on rotation for a good while. But when Gaga premiered the Stupid Love video, I’m not going to lie; I really didn’t like it.

The whole “shot entirely on iPhone” schtick really did the video a disservice. I’m sorry but it had to be said. If I imagined the video with a higher budget and more of a plotline as opposed to just being a dance video, I think it could’ve worked a lot better and been a decent introduction to not only Chromatica the album, but this fictional world/planet that she’s created. Which by the way, she didn’t really deliver in that regard either.

The concept of Chromatica being a fictional world could have been expanded on further; she could’ve showcased all of the different factions (I know they were called “tribes” at first but that’s appropriative so I’ll call them factions) and perhaps had an overarching storyline about how these factions are at war, and it’s Gaga’s job as one of the “Kindness Punks”, as she calls it, to bring everyone together for a rave.

This is why I will always say it: Chromatica needed to be a visual album. Just imagine the storyline I mentioned just now being turned into a full-length feature, and now imagine the album’s orchestral intro playing as they’re essentially opening the gates to Chromatica and Gaga discovers this world for the first time, and then it goes into the first song Alice where she’s meeting all the factions and getting acclimated to her surroundings.

Honestly I could go on and on cause I have thought about this for SO LONG now and I’ll never shut up about it. It’s just such a missed opportunity cause the concept was just begging for a visual album. Anyway sorry for my tangent: back to the Stupid Love video.

The whole “shot on iPhone” gimmick really was unfortunate. Like she really ruined the quality of a music video because she wanted that Apple check??? Come on, Gaga, there could’ve been some other way to secure that check.

And then there was the Rain On Me video, which definitely have visuals that are a massive improvement from Stupid Love because it was professionally shot and cinematic. But even that was another purely dance video with not much in the way of storyline. Not that storyline is always required for music videos, but I think specifically when it comes to Chromatica, not having storylines in the M/Vs does a disservice to the overall concept.

I guess my issue with these two music videos, but mostly Stupid Love, is that Gaga isn't fully utilizing her COIN. Like she's successful enough to the point where she has budgets for these videos and can go all out, but doesn't. She has the capacity for extremely high production value, but up until 911, the last video she did that had that level of extraness was G.U.Y. I miss the days when her music videos were an event. I still remember where I was and what I was doing the exact moment the Telephone video came out. That's impact.

Taylor Swift I think is somebody who really knows how to blow her budget on a video. Look What You Made Me Do may have been a terrible song, but I always thought the video was sickening.

Anyway, I have no notes on 911. She's a masterpiece. If there was a music video category at the Oscars, I'd be campaigning for it right now.

Issue #3: Any Other Girly Can Do This

The thing I always loved the most about Gaga's music was that nobody was doing it like her. Everything she put out always felt like it was distinctly hers and hers alone, it's unmistakable. Even in Joanne, despite that album being a major departure from what she normally did.

I know Joanne is a very polarizing album, even for Little Monsters, but personally I've always loved it. Joanne was an album that I always knew she would make and I thought was essential to her career and body of work. Despite her straying away from pop for a more earthy, grass roots sound, it still sounded very much like her music. Even from the first track, Diamond Heart, her DNA is all over that.

It's difficult to explain what exactly I mean when I say there's a certain signature "Gaga-ness" or that she has a very specific DNA injected into her songs. If you've been a fan of hers for a long time or followed her career, you probably understand what I'm referring to. It's the way she laughs maniacally in the beginning of ARTPOP on Aura, how she says "I don't speak German but I can if you like, OW!" and proceeds to recite broken German on Scheiße, how she invented the phrase "disco stick", literally the ENTIRETY of The Fame Monster.

These examples probably give you the gist of what I'm trying to convey. Gaga is fucking weird. She has always been fucking weird and I love that so much about her. And her brand of weirdness was so specific that if any of the other pop girls tried to do what she did, it would have been cringey as hell. To me, the most disappointing thing of all with this album was that this weirdness that was so uniquely hers was missing.

It's there in brief moments, in tracks like Sour Candy, 911 and Babylon, but most of the album doesn't really sound like her music. It sounds like songs that she wrote for other people, like her old unreleased stuff. OG Little Monsters probably remember songs like Second Time Around and No Way. These were leaked unreleased songs that Gaga had written for other artists, and even though they were absolute bops, they didn't sound like her. They weren't supposed to.

A similar feeling I had was when her song The Cure came out a few years ago. I genuinely thought that was something she wrote for someone else, cause even though it was a solid pop song, it absolutely had zero Gaga-ness and any current pop girl could sing it. This pretty much encapsulates how I feel about the majority of Chromatica.

I was gonna say it sounded like songs that were written for Ally, her Star is Born character, but I think even those pop songs from the soundtrack sounded more Gaga than Chromatica does. 💀 I can easily imagine Hair Body Face being on The Fame.

Final Thoughts

It's funny that the last review I had posted on here before this was my review of Kingdom Hearts III. The Kingdom Hearts game series is something that's very near and dear to my heart, and I waited a wholeass decade for the third game to come out. And then it did, and I was so disappointed.

So you know what happened after that? What helped me deal with my disappointment of that game was my anticipation for Chromatica, or at the time it was still called LG6. I had no idea I would feel the same exact way about this album the way I do about KH3. Now when I think of both of these things, I'm mostly frustrated by all of the potential and the missed opportunities, but I also look at them with a certain fondness. I had fun playing KH3, and I also had fun listening to Chromatica, despite both of them disappointing me overall.

In the beginning of this review I said that there were certain factors that have stopped me from idealizing Gaga too much. Firstly it's because I'm much older now, and secondly it's due to the sheer state of the world this past year. The pandemic really precipitated the fall of celebrity culture, and all of that made me really examine how putting someone on such a high pedestal can be damaging in the long run.

Gaga is a human being and I haven't agreed with everything she's done, particularly how she handled the whole R. Kelly situation back in 2013. And also the simple fact that she's a white woman, we know how a lot of the time they can't help but show their asses and are bound to disappoint us in some way. I'm forever grateful for her artistry and how she saved my life when I was a suicidal little eighth grader, but I'm also going to hold her accountable for any of her mistakes, and I'd be ready to stop supporting her entirely if anything she does ever goes too far.

Now I stan artists for fun. It's not healthy to idolize them to the point of revering them. I mean, I like to make jokes like that about Beyoncé, like "no way on Beyoncé's green earth", etc. But even she is just a person that we shouldn't deify for real.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that Chromatica being a lackluster album and era ended up being a good thing, because it helped me grow out of idolizing celebrities too intensely. Chromatica was pretty much the best disappointment I've ever listened to.

If you've read all the way to the end, thank you! Writing this was very therapeutic but also stressful; this is a second draft cause Tumblr fucked up my first post. 😭

Anyway, SAWAYAMA & Ungodly Hour are albums of the year. Argue with the wall.

#album review #gaga #lady gaga #chromatica #pop music #review #music

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8makes1cheese · 4 years

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Mr. Handsome Stranger

Pairing: Yeosang X Reader

Tags: cursing, shitty attempts at comedy, fluff

Words: 1.7k

A/N: YAY my first fic! Go easy on me HEHehehe... ahem. ANyways, I hope it’s decent. The Ateez boys deserve more love and Atinys need more content dammit. Even if it’s my shitty writing hahahaHA. I promise to (try) to get better with my writing. Like seriously I feel like this is so shitty, but I’m having some blocks on ideas and having trouble starting stories. Also If I didn’t decide to just post this, nothing was going to be posted. ALSO, gotta give credit where credit is due of course, I got the inspiration for this story here. Well, enjoy?

"Okay, deep breathes. In and out. Inhale...exhale." I was currently parked curbside waiting for the time to hit noon. I had a job interview at my local library and was in the process of trying to psych myself up and calm my nerves at the same time. I glanced at the clock on my dashboard and it read 11:02 A.M. They like it when you show up early right? It shows that your punctual and responsible and shit. I rolled my eyes at myself. Why the hell did I show up so early?

I wanted this job so bad. Working at this library has always been a dream of mine. They also have never had an open position here for years. Sure, you could volunteer your time here, but it has always been the same women working here for more than a decade. One of the ladies is good friends with my mother and knew that I would jump at the chance to land a job at my favorite place in town. I sighed and looked at the clock again. 11:06. I whined to myself and turned the heater on in my car. If I wasn't going to woman up and get my ass out of this vehicle, I might as well get cozy since I seem to be too chicken shit to hang out in the building I've spent the majority of my life in. I know I could just go in and browse through the isles of books before my interview. All the librarians know me by name, I know all of theirs. Like my mother and Thalia, my mothers friend who works at the library, said when they told me about the job opening, I'm guaranteed to get it. But, I still have anxiety and it seems like one of my favorite things to do is worry and assume the worse. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around me and turned up my heater. It was definitely a cold one today. It wasn't raining just yet, but the sky was steely gray with storm clouds. It was pretty calming actually, my favorite weather was stormy weather and grabbing a hot chocolate from the neighboring cafe and snuggling up in the warm library was sounding so good right now. Yes, keep thinking that way, maybe it'll actually get you to get the hell out of this car. As I was convincing myself that a hot chocolate sounded perfect a car pulled up and parked behind me. I didn't pay much attention to it, at least not until the person who was driving the car got out of it. I herd the door slam shut and glanced at my side-view mirror. Well, shit. The man that had exited the car was probably one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. His hair was light brown. Dark blonde? Light brown. Whatever, you know what I mean. He had on a silky looking dark brown button up tucked into black skinny jeans and a black suit jacket to complete the ensemble. A simple black string wrapped around his throat. Damn, he has no business looking that good. I chuckled to myself. Thirsty bitch. I watched as he pointed his key fob at his car to lock his door and started walking to my side of the car. Wonder where he- My eyes widened and my heart sped up for a second when he stopped at my car door. What is he...? He turned his body towards me and bent over slightly looking right into my car window. I started to freak out when I remembered. Wait, my windows are tinted... holy shit, he can't see me. I smirked, enjoying a better look at this handsome man. It seemed like he decided to stop and use my car window as a mirror to check himself out. I observed him as he straightened out his shirt and ran his fingers through is hair. Damn, he looks even better up close. He seemed to have a bit of a nervous air about him. Maybe an important meeting? Maybe a ...date? I was tempted to roll down the window and scare the pants off him. (Oh, Mister Handsome Stranger with no pants...okay (y/n) get your mind out of the gutter for once.) And so I did. The look he had was absolutely priceless when he noticed the window start to roll down. Shock and embarrassment were written all over his perfect face. I plastered on a giant grin as most of my face became visible. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fishy Adonis and before he could say anything, I somehow had the confidence to say, "Don't worry, you look really good. Honestly you are unnaturally beautiful for a man. Like, seriously, you're prettier than my sister; and trust me, she's so pretty that she got a acting gig for a commercial advertising medicine for genital warts.", but you know, I have absolutely no confidence in myself to get a job that I'm almost guaranteed to get. Mister Handsome Strangers face turned red and he started busting up laughing. Oh no, your laugh sounds as beautiful as you are. "Thank you, I think I should take that as a compliment?" He said through his laughter. Jesus Fucking Christ, your voice sounds even better. "Oh yeah, it's definitely a compliment." Once he caught his breath he cleared his throat he scratched the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry." he told me. "I had no idea someone was in the car- your car. I-I mean- I didn't know you were in..." he stuttered out. I chuckled as his cheeks became just a little pinker. "It's alright really. My windows are obviously tinted so nobody would be able to tell that I'm just sitting in my car being a creep." He slightly smiled at me. "Why are you just sitting in your car being a creep?" he asked. Is he really starting a conversation with me? I glanced at the clock on my dash. 11:14. "Oh. I'm sorry." He let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm probably keeping you from something, and also being a creep I guess just randomly asking why your in your own car. I should-" "NO! I-I mean, no, it's okay. I just have a job interview at the library at noon and I was just making sure I wasn't going to be late for it." I let out a small breathy laugh and rubbed my hands on the steering wheel. His shoulders looked like they lost most of their tension and he sent a small smile my way. "Well your awfully early. Don't want to make them think your too eager now do you?" I snorted. "Well I haven't even entered the building yet. I have to leave the car for them to think that now don't I?" He grinned at me. "I guess that's true." Your smile is giving me heart palpitations. I took a deep breath as discreetly as I could. Bad Idea. Holy shit, he smells like heaven. "SO STRANGER-" Dear Gods, could you have been any louder!? "Ahem- so, you look dressed for some sort of occasion." His eyes widened and he had the look like he just remembered something. "O-oh, right, I'm-" He coughed into his balled up fist. "I-uh I have a... blind date at noon." I raised my eyebrow at him then grinned. "Well your awfully early. Don't want to make them think your too eager now do you?" I could tell he tried to suppress a grin and he rolled his eyes. "Ah, but I haven't even entered the building. I have to be in the cafe for anyone to think that now don't I?" I laughed and he laughed along, when we both calmed down he told me that him and his blind date were actually supposed to meet at 11:00 but that she was running late and texted him before he left and that she'll be at the cafe a little before noon. He took his phone out of his pocket, glanced at it, and sighed. He looked almost.. disappointed. "I should probably head in, just in case she gets here a little early." I nodded a little too enthusiastically. Don't make your disappointment obvious. You have literally known this man for like 20 minutes. "Well, I hope you have a fantastic time on your date, who knows, maybe she'll be the one." I winked at him and immediately regretted it. By the Gods, why are you so lame. That was so damn cringey. My cringey-ness seemed to go over his head as he softly smiled at me and said, "And I hope you get this job. You're going to do great in the interview. Make sure to tell them about your sister that was in that genital warts commercial, you'll get the job for sure with that." This boy is making my cheeks hurt with all the smiling he's making me do. "I'll be sure to lead with that. It was nice to meet you..." He held his hand just outside my car window. "Yeosang." I took his hand in mine and softly shook it. I want to hold your hand forever. "Yeosang..I'm (y/n)." "(y/n)...it was a pleasure to meet you too." he said softly. My name sounds incredible coming from you, please say it again. He smiled at me and backed away, walking around my car to get to the sidewalk and making his way into the cafe that was neighbors with the library. I watched Yeosang enter the cafe and I took a deep breath. It wasn't often that I met someone that was literally perfect. I rested my head against the seats head rest (I mean that is what it is for right?) and closed my eyes for a moment. I couldn't believe I struck up a conversation (If you could even call it that.) with a random stranger. I don't do that. Why did I do that? I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. 11:34. If I have the confidence to do that, then dammit, I have the confidence to kill this interview. An interview that I'M GUARANTEED to kill in the first place, but still. I shut my car off and grabbed my phone and wallet from my center console. I exited the car and smiled at my future place of work. Alright, lets do this shit.

A/N pt2: spEAKING OF PT.2, I wanna do a pt. 2 to this? I’m still unsure of this story but I immediately had a idea of how to continue this as I was spell checking through it? So yeah. Hope you liked it <3 Anyone reading this, feel free to shoot me a request! I could always use new ideas and inspiration to keep me going. Have a good day/night~

#ateez #kang yeosang #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #kang yeosang x reader #yeosang x reader #ateez scenarios #yeosang au #ateez au #yeosang fluff #ateez fluff #ateez fanfiction #kang yeosang fic #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #it's been a while bear with me #pretty much just me going on about how perfect yeosang is #and he's not even my bias wtf

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olderthannetfic · 4 years

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You’ve probably heard of that film version of The Magnificent Seven from a couple of years ago. Maybe you know it’s based on a film from 1960, which is itself a remake of Seven Samurai.

But if you’re like 99% of fandom or even that guy I know who worked on the 2016 version, you probably don’t know that there was also a TV series starring, among other people, Ron Perlman.

(This came up because said dude and I were working on another Western starring Ron Perlman. A sucky one though. Alas, I cannot pimp it.)

Mag7, as it is usually called in fandom, was quite the little slash fandom in its day, yet it is nearly forgotten by newer fans. The show aired for two seasons from 1998-2000.

It’s one of those shows I bought, sight unseen, so I could catch up on older fandoms. I ended up liking it more or less, but I don’t think canon has aged well. It’s too bloodless for the era it came out in while making a pretense at covering serious, dark shit. It has neither the standing sets of old Western TV nor the big budgets of the 2010s Western revival. It’s too white. The one black lead gets relegated to token status along with all Native characters. The treatment of women is laughable, from the Happy Hooker stuff (gah!) to the time they try to teach the tomboy to be more girly so she can get the young dude in the cast (ragescream!). It feels more in line with what I’d expect a Western to look like in 1988 than 1998, especially on the heels of the far more inventive The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. in 1993.

Fanlore says that Mag7 suffers because current fandom is not into Westerns, but my problem is that I am far too into Westerns, and this show is not a good one.

OTOH, there is a lot of material here to work with, and work with it fans did!

It’s a super interesting fandom for a fandom historian because of how intensely AU-infested it is. Maybe you’ve heard something about “ATF-verse”? That’s a Mag7 thing. It’s not just regular AUs: The fandom is full of these shared universes with established rules for writers who want to play in them.

The “Seven” are:

Chris Larabee: The black-clad, taciturn loner with... wait for it... a dead wife and child.

Vin Tanner: The soft-spoken woobie, sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit, who has spent time amongst the Indian tribes. (It is every bit as cringey as you think.) Fandom’s #1 fave, natch.

J.D. Dunne: Horrid little twerp with a terrible hat. I wanted to stab him every time he was on screen. x100 whenever he was interacting with a woman.

Buck Wilmington: Played by Dale Midkiff of Time Trax fame! (What? Everyone important, by which I mean me, loved Time Trax!) He is Chris’s old friend and polar opposite, a jolly, good-humored man raised by a prostitute mother. Ladies, including the working girls, love him. Also he gets fake dead more than once, so he’s clearly the BEST character, and fandom ought to have loved him the best too! >:(

Josiah Sanchez: Ron Perlman plays a wacky preacher and ex-gunfighter. Is he haunted by his past? Does he make woo-woo philosophical proclamations about this? Does this show love its ubiquitous Western cliches? (Don’t answer that.)

Ezra Standish: If Vin is the quiet, soft-spoken woobie, Ezra is the woobie who hides his Tragic Pain under a mask of charm and cheer. He’s the one with the rapidfire con artist patter, the fancy suits, and the Southern accent. He has a complicated relationship with his con artist mother. His wardrobe is a thousand times prettier than anyone else’s, and he crossdresses at some point. Naturally, he is fandom’s other darling after Vin. Possibly the #1 darling in ATF-verse.

Nathan Jackson: Nathan is a former slave and a doctor. He has a girlfriend in the local Seminole village and not enough to do on the show.

Other characters include a sad widow for Chris to have sad dead partner angst at, the judge who sends them on missions, and, in the pilot, that guy who played Harper in Sharpe. The judge is played by Robert Vaughn, which I 100% did not realize until I was looking at wikipedia just now!

Anyway, standard Western hijinks happen. The mystery of Chris’s wife’s death is eventually solved as angstily as possible. Chris pretends to kill Buck as part of a ruse at one point, making them my ship of choice. (What?) J.D. and the local tomboy get set up by all the other characters, causing me to want to stab not only them but also myself in the eye.

COME AT ME BRO!

Oops. I’m supposed to be promoting Escapade, not starting fights about old tv shows. Anyway, I think the canon has some issues, but the fic... let me tell you, there are no words more likely to attract me to a fandom than “presumed dead”, and Mag7 fandom delivered, not only in the slash but in the gen. I have no idea, years later, where to find any of those fics or even which ones I read, but I remember there was self-indulgent melodrama and it was GREAT.

Sweet, sweet idfic, come to Mama!

I would link you to a vid, but as Fanlore hilariously confirms for me, there are like no good vids in this fandom. They did eventually release it on DVD, but the image quality is... uh... not great. Oh, wait, I did love this lulzy het vid about ladies being thirsty for Buck.

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Actually, that’s a total lie. I have gone looking for Mag7 vids repeatedly for the Escapade dance party. Excavating my old spreadsheets, I see a bunch of interesting ones, like this slash vid of Nathan/Ezra. The Southern gentleman and the black guy are an obvious cliche teamup for Westerns, but the fandom rarely went there. This vid is great though! The only reason I’ve never played it is that no one at the con ships this.

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Past Escapade panels include:

2001 - True pairings and permutations (Who are the "right" couples, and what other combinations are remotely possible? Video excerpts for newcomers.)

2003 - AUs! Crutch or creative lifeblood? (Are ATF stories a creative extension of the universe or a cop-out by folks too lazy to do their historical research?)

2004 - The Multiverse (Where canon is a formulaic retread of a remake of a classic, the critical mass of fan creativity has exploded in fascinating and bizarre ways. Often, richly textured parallel universes seem more attractive than stories based on the original source material. From conflict over "closed" AUs to creative in-breeding, what's really going on in the Mag 7 multiverse?) [HAH, EVEN YOU GUYS AGREE WITH ME.]

2005 - Where has the Old West gone? (Magnificent Seven has it all! Seven sexy men, horses, the old west, guns, adventure, right and wrong, you name it! So why isn't there more Old West fic? Why all the modem and future AUs? Where do we go from here?)

2006 - Cowboys- Real Life v. Fantasy (From Magnificent Seven to Brokeback Mountain, from John Wayne toughness to curtain fic. What's reel? What's fun? And how much reality do we want in our fun?)

2007 - Chris Larabee: Tragic Hero or Pig-Headed Bastard? (How worthy is Chris to lead the Seven? Does he lead them because he believes in protecting the weak an innocent, or because it strokes his ego? Does he truly value Buck's friendship and support? Vin's? Anyone's?)

2008 - M7: Need Topic! by Megan Kent [LOL]

2011 - Mag 7: Deader Than a Beaver Hat (They're gorgeous. They're archetypes. Lots of other fandoms have less to work with. So, what the hell?)

2012 - My Paring is OK. Your Pairing Sucks! (In a fandom famous for pairing wars, let's get it all out in the open and put it to bed. Come and defend your pairing of choice, and enjoy others doing the same. Inflatable lightsabers, laughter, and the ability not to take yourself seriously. All welcome.)

2013 - What holds the gang together? (The deal was simple: a dollar a day, plus room and board, for a month. And now they've been together *how* long? What holds these seven loners together over the long haul? All pairings, all points of view. Bring story recs to share.) [Duct tape. The answer is always duct tape.]

Mag7 on Fanlore (including links to many smaller archives)

Mag7 on AO3

Mag7 on FFN

#escapade 2020 #escapade con #fandom history #mag7

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jinships-ideas · 6 years

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BTS Run 44 - The Jin Harem

Bless this ep (you’ll see why)

Also, I’m posting real early this time!!!

Let’s Get It~

Check It Out~

Wide-eyed cuties mirroring

Look at how Jk is leaning slightly towards Jin...

Gravitating to his hyung~

Really? Jin? You had to slide your hand all over Jk’s arms?

I mean...I don’t blame you but...

Damn you for flaunting your ability to touch Jk whenever!

He is just being a show-off now

STOP MAKING US JEALOUS

(Low key don’t know if I want to be Jin or Jk more...)

Taejin leaning in a little close right there

Joon: *grabs Jimin* Get away from my man! How dare you stand so near him! Chim: *Clenches fist* Hands off the goods

Jin looking like a model with that pose

Jk looking like he enjoys model!Jin laying his hand on him

Su-J...why are you sad?

Yoongs: *wipes tears* Bitch, it’s your loss.

Su-J laying his hands on Jin’s glorious back

I bet he wished he placed his hand a little lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin’s lingering hand...

He graces his fingertips along Jk’s arm...

Touchy Jin is touchy

The rise of touchy Yoongs?

It’s rare for him to be touchy...BUT I’M HAPPY HE IS HERE

His arm seems angled so his hand is placed lower...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sneaky Yoongs

Touchy Jin strikes again~

Jin’s target this time: Tae!

Taejin blessing our screens with their visuals

SU-J YOU LUCKY CHAP!!!

He got to touch the Worldwide Shoulders!!!

Left a visual, right a visual

Legend has it that standing between the TaeJin Visuals cleanses your soul and purifies your skin

THAT’S WHY YOONGS IS SO DAMN FAIR AND PRETTY ALL THE TIME

HE IS ALWAYS BETWEEN THE TWO LEJINDARY VISUALS

Yoongi let his hand fall to the back as Jin thrashes about insisting there was a ‘rabbit’

(There wasn’t)

But Yoongi is a tenacious boy so his hands naturally fall back into place on Jin’s shoulder

Yoongs also lightly smacked Jin for being too enthusiastic about the game

Yoongs: Stop trying to hard. I want to see you in a cute costume

Yoongi... what are you ‘ahh’-ing about?

THERE’S NO RABBIT

Why is he acting like he sees it just because Jin insists there is?

Someone is eager to please their oldest

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(he does belatedly say quietly ‘there’s no rabbit...’)

Yoongs and Jk reaching out for Jin...

Jk goes directly for jin’s hand

Yoongs goes for a tug on his sleeves...

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned I prefer soft tugs

But JK,the man going straight for the hand-holding

Jinkook and Yoonjin shippers be rejoicing

In the midst of chaos, Jin will be Jin and Jin is a touchy boy

Joon is a happy boy

Hobi reaching for Jin...

FFS HOBI He Isn’t EVEN BESIDE YOU

2Seok being extra

Ft. Jin’s other hand in a potentially naughty area of Tae

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chim is NOT ok with 2Seok holding hands

He goes in and separates them, taking over Hobi’s place

Chim: Only I get to touch hyung! Fck off you bright ball

Tae just outright grabbing Jin’s hand and arm

Tae knows how to take the good stuff

Seriously though, it looks like its a Jin harem in this frame...

Hobi: *trying his best to get right next to Jin* Chim: *insisting on keeping Jin away from these punks* Back tf up losers Joon: *trying to shove Chim away because* Damn It HE WAS HOLDING ME FIRST Jk: *just chilling because Jin is still beside him in this whole mess* Yoongi: *also chilling but giving warning to the guy who is being too handsy with Jin* Tae: *the guy who is getting too handsy with Jin*

That’s right. It appears tiny af but that’s Yoongi STILL HOLDING JIN’S SHOULDERS

Yoongs is one persistent alpaca

Or is he a sheep? Sheepish sheep Su-J

Jinkook’s hands almost interlock in the whole mess

In the midst of chaos, Jinkook still gives us content

notice how Jin’s Jean Jacket (the alliteration) is lifted?

Tae’s hand went under Jin’s jacket in all the excitement and lifted it up

Tae had his hand near/on Jin’s waist and lifted that jacket up

Yoongs placing his hand/hoof on Jin’s back in the whole mess

Bless the chaos

(I mean... it makes it hard to screenshot but all the content though)

Ok you don’t see it directly but Jin definitely fell back into Yoong’s body

Yoongi probably tugged Jin a little too hard accidentally to make Jin fall back

Or was it intentional? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also, Jin’s hand is right under Jk’s armpit and Jk has his arm on Jin’s back...

Yoonjinkook, bless you

Ft. Cutie Tae right in front + RJ representing us Jinshippers

Jean (LOLOLOL) amidst another chaos grazes his fingers against Tae’s hand

Jin’s other hand just rests on Tae’s arm/wrist area...

Touchy Jin having a field day

Chaos: Happens, Yoongs: still has hand on Jin’s shoulder

Ok Yoongs. Glad to see you know how to hold onto things that matter to you in the whole mess

Even as the group moves back Yoongs still does NOT let go...

Fine Yoongi, you win the most-persistent-on-jin’s-shoulders’ award

Tae has also yet to let go of his grip on Jin’s wrist

HNNNG I love a good wrist grab

Tae lightly nudging Jin’s arm as he fights for the chance to answer the question

Yoongs: Really? In front of my cute face?

Yoongi shoving Tae off the frame is so fcking funny

Yoongs: Move bitch, get out the way

Throughout the entire scuffle Yoongs still firmly place his hand on Jin

Priorities ON POINT

While being shoved, Jin’s hand find their way near Joon’s waist

Jin keeps his firm hold on Su-J’s fur too~

Tae pushing Jin with a smile on his face

Happy Tae is the only Tae we need in life

Sexy Tae too

Happy Taejin~

Ft. Partial Anindae!Jin

Jin always got to nudge someone

ALWAYS

And it usually happens to be Jk

Jk isn’t complaining, neither are we

Yoongs: 내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (I’m not really laughing)

(I noticed they used this line in a previous episode but I def used it before them so don’t go around saying I copied the Run eps k?)

Egyptian Jin?

Jin leveling up his touchiness. 2 men at once

Yoonjinkook shippers? Are y’all alive?

Yoongi looks like he is exclaiming how he succeeded in locking arms with Jin...

Bangtan: *FOND FOR JIN*

Look at all their smiles!!!

I love this fam

JINNNNNNNNNNNN

OMG YOONJIN SHIPPERS STAY WITH ME

WTF?

?!?!?!??!!??

Badly complied Mirror Jinmin!

Cuties sticking together~

Bless our hearts

Bless our eyes

Jk never lets a chance to touch Jin slip by him

NVR

Ft. side glancing Yoongs + Nervous Tae

Jin and Jk manhandling Su-J’s head...

That’s animal cruelty you little shits!

Yoongi only laughs in embarrassment XD

Jin reaching out to Jimin~

mid-process, his fingers collided with Yoongs’~

Yoonjinmin~

*Ugly sobs*

Yoonjin is so touchy this episode

Bless Run Ep 44

Yoongi even softly tells Jin to ‘be faster’ and cheers him on?

I love soft Yoonjin

Yoongi... LET IT GO, LET IT GO

WE GET IT.

YOU LIKE JIN’S SHOULDERS.

TOUCH SOMETHING ELSE OF HIS PLEASE

Someone does NOT listen...

Su-J being touchy af

Taejin being visual mirrors~ looking charming while pondering

Aww Yoongs pouting :(

Why so sad bub?

Is it because you are not in the position to touch Jin?

It’s ok, he’s touching you!

Awww his pouty lips+ his dejected hands...

This frame looks like Jin is holding Su-J to comfort the pouty bub :’)

(he isn’t tho)

But Jin kept walking into Yoongs while going back while his eyes looked front~

Tiny Jin being an armrest for Yoongs~

Jin kept hovering behind Yoongs throughout Hobi’s turn

SWEATERPAWS!JIN

Aren’t you two sticking a little too closely?

Yoongi just kept repeating whatever Jin said

Parrot Yoongs~

2Seok denim mirrors~

They were also chatting on the side

JinJjaYeo?! (really?!)

I like how Jin’s name works in this non-pun

Bangtan: *amazed by AmaJin*

Hobi eyeing tf out of that cup

Hobi: Need. Cup. Jin’s. Lips. Kiss. Indirect Tae: Really? In front of my Jeju water?

Chim: *successfully gets the cup Jin just drank from* Jin: *trying to reach for the second cup* Joon: No without me putting my lips all over this damn cup first mister!

(Hobi DOES get to drink from the cup Jin drank from eventually!)

I don’t care how the game goes

Jimin is the TRUE WINNER

Indirect Chu from Jin+ Jinhug

Chim WINS

Hobi smirking(?) as he has the entire world under his hands

2seok be blessing us

Yoongi quietly reaching out for Jin’s hand

Jin naturally holds Yoongs’ hand too...

*Heart clench*

Soft Yoonjin Warm Yoonjin Little balls of fur

Ft. Hobi who still holds the world under his hands

Anindae!Jin!

Yoongi back to being touchy with Jin...

So Yoongs ONLY gets touchy af with Jin huh?

Tae: These flirty pricks Hobi: Bitch move, I want the food, not any of your couple bullshit Jk: What wrong have I done in life to have to endure through this? Joon: How dare you chew and display your pouty lips as though some random ass guy is NOT touching you? Chim: See this? It’s a red card. I’m banning you two from being cringey fcks in front of me Yoongs: Listen up you punks. If you don’t want to suffer through worse, STFU. Jin: *chews and complains about how he doesn’t even like sandwiches*

Jin opening the bottle of water for thirsty Yoongs

Why does 2Seok look like they just got a new puppy sheep alpaca and are feeding it for the first time?

Ft. hovering uncle Jk

Hobi laughing at Jin’s ment on how Yoongs looks like rice and is eating rice

:’)

Find someone as supportive as Hobi in your life

Firstly, 2SEOK!!!

FCK why are they coming after my heart like this?

Secondly, Jin reaching for the spoon hoping to feed Yoongs once

T^T

(he doesn’t get to but you can see him scooping tons of rice wanting to force feed and tease Su-J)

And then Taejin just casually gets super up close and personal

Srsly, when I first watched this episode I was low key disappointed at the lack of Jinship moments

Once again, this potato gets proven wrong!

Namjin: That couple that will argue about something stupid and insist they aren’t arguing and suddenly they are back to being gross domestic shits

Magical Boy acquires a new power: Teleportation

Jin: *teases Joon* Chim: *laughs a tad bit excessively* Hobi: What a bootlicker. You think you can win the favour of hyung just by laughing at wha the says? Tae: I don’t understand... Didn’t you do that just a few moments ago? Jk: I’m so done with these dumbfcks Joon: Can someone untie me already? Yoongs: Only if you promise to stop trying to flirt with hyung with your flowery language Chim: I’ll gladly lick Jin hyung’s boots Bangtan: What?

Ahhh Yoonjin back at it again

More like, Yoongi back at it again with his touchiness

Escalate it a little to liven things up Su-J

He kept touching and patting Jin the whole time

:’)

I’m complaining but I’m also not complaining

Chim nudging Jin on the arm~

Jk: Yikes, they are being nasty fuc- flirts again

Joon: Enjoy while you can little shit, let’s see you try to take a bath when all your clothes mysteriously gets put above our fridge

Hobi: This hoe ain’t loyal

Yoongs: I'm like bitch, who is your mans?

Tae: My fists of fury are about to fly right into your punkass face

Hi everyone. Today we will learn about ulterior motives.

This right here is NamJoon.

NamJoon encouraged Jin to take on the bet.

Reason? He has an ulterior motive.

Jin’s punishment for losing the bet is to prepare meals for the Mountain team (Tae+Joon)

Joon eggs (*badum tss*) Jin on into accepting the bet because even if Jin wins, he won’t lose out but if Jin loses, he gets to taste a meal prepared by Jin

This here is his sly face as he tricks Jin into accepting a bet.

This concludes today’s lesson on Ulterior motives.

(Ok but I didn’t understand why Jimin was so enthusiastic about it? Like what do you gain? I wish he would think a little more for himself and made Jin cook for him tooXD)

LMAO his fake ass tone and smile contradicting how he feels happy that Chim will def win easily

Joon, your motives are so obvious XD

Namjin being that couple that likes to disagree on shit all the time

Poor Jinnie grabbing onto Tae’s pant leg as he screams

(I wanted to write ‘fist’ but that sounded waaay too naughty)

ok but like the whole team (production team too) was against Jin on this.

He stood NO CHANCE.

THey fcking hinted Chim when he first gave the wrong answer...

FAKE NEWS. This is a conspiracy!

I’ve realised my mistake. Jin mistook Chim about giving the wrong answer but Chim was right since the beginning!

The face of a good-looking man regretting his choices

Tae&Chim&Joon: WOOHOO Hobi: Can’t believe those 3 fools played hyung Jin: I’ve been played Jk: Punches are about to be thrown at 3 players. There is only 1 true player. That’s right. It’s me. INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOY Yoongs: Save me from this

Jk consoling Jinnie~

What a sweet boy

Joon: *basking in the joy of being able to taste Jin’s cooking* Chim: Wait... I just realised I don’t actually win anything? HOLD TF UP

I take back what I said about how Chim wins no matter the game.

Joon and Tae wins.

Twinning Jinkook being sweet bubs with the younger one patting the older one’s back

Their outfit sorta parallel? Black vs White shoes, Blue denim outerwear Black Jeans vs Black outerwear Blue denim jeans

Got cheated but still sincere and hardworking Chef!Jin cooking for Tae and Joon~

Feel his love you two!

Jin probably ate a spoonful of salt to make sure it wasn’t Sugar

Or did he do it because he was salty

Hate me all you want I’ll still continue punning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is so domestic?

EVERY DOMESTIc TAEJIN FIC EVER

Jinnie going the extra mile to make it nicer for Tae and Joon

Joon expresses his gratefulness and how touched he felt

Bonus: Joon’s fakeass laugh when Jin requested it to make up for him waking up early to cook for them

This, ladies and gentlemen, is 2 happy boys blissfully eating food cooked with love and affection by their very own Jin-hyung!

That’s it for this episode!

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

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pinkipie100 · 6 years

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Prologue III

Aaaaand, last one for now. I hope I can get this all worked out to completion. I actually am really digging the story I’m brewing up...

Words: 1688

Category: Gen [subject to change]

Contains: anger issues, violence, possible anxiety-inducing imagery, OCs, metaphysical android sh*t, murder, grey lines, hungry doggo

Takes place during the dates and times listed.

November 11th, 2038

11:07 PM

Anamika had anger issues. That wasn’t hard to admit. Anamika could lie about a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. There were plenty of people she’d beaten the living daylights out of over spilled milk, and a long list of damaged property that probably did nothing to warrant being so totally decimated. And it’s not like Anamika wasn’t trying to reign herself in. She knew she yelled at people who didn’t deserve it, and even got into fights that were totally unnecessary, but the tiniest things could set off the Wolf inside of her. It would remain sleeping when she was calm, left to her own devices, alone- but the Wolf was a light sleeper, and the tiniest flea bite, the lightest poke with a twig, and the beast was up and snapping, ready to maim anyone who tried to tame it. No matter how hard Anamika tried to tame the Wolf herself, it always conquered her in a possessive fit of snarling curses and blurred vision. Only one had ever overpowered it, the one person Anamika trusted most.

But that person was gone now. No one was left to keep the Wolf on a leash. But for the first time, Anamika didn’t want to. No… this time, her target deserved everything that was coming their way. Additionally, this was the first time Anamika’s Wolf we truly a hunter. Laser-focused, only one Rabbit to be devoured tonight. Even as other bodies tumbled past Anamika, sometimes shoulder-checking her in the process, the Wolf did not bite at them, or even take notice.

Anamika marched towards the Recall Center, where deviants were tearing down the walls keeping other androids trapped inside. The Wolf’s keeper had promised that the deviants’ leader would lead a peaceful protest near the Recall Centers. Apparently, the same did not go for deviants in small, unnoticed Colorado suburbs. Either way, Anamika didn’t give a shit.

He was wearing a red baseball cap. Green parka. Black jeans. For every detail Anamika remembered about him, her Wolf got hungrier, and she got closer. She and the Wolf were one, and she broke into a sprint like red lightning. The roar of a predator’s breath erupted from her chest, and she leapt like the Wolf, her prey being knocked from his pedestal where he directed the other deviants.

She pinned the motherfucker to the ground, on all fours like the animal inside. Roaring into his face, she took her claws and dug them deep into the plastic fuck’s chest, banging him up and down and up and down and down, and down, and down… The deviant clutched her paws, crushing her wrists, cracking and bruising. He called for aid, and Anamika howled in his face to respond. Wresting her paws from his grip, Anamika swung for the deviant’s face, landing a hit so hard, his artificial skin was wiped off, leaving a crack in his facial plate. Suddenly thirsty for the blue blood, Anamika’s insistent paws dug for more of it from the deviant’s face. You hurt Pack, Wolf hunts. Eats. You took Pack. Now just Wolf. Rabbit down hole. Wolf digs. Wolf EATS.

Other hands struggled to grab hold of the writhing animal, and it takes three to lift her back and down into the snow-covered street. The beast twists and howls, half English, half lupine snarls. Three deviants, all of considerable size, struggled to contain Wolf and Host as the Prey rose back up and drew a gun.

‘What do we do with her, Nathan?’ a deviant asked the Prey just before Anamika clawed him in the face, and he dislocated her arm in retaliation.

‘We shouldn’t kill her… We’ve already enough blood on our hands tonight!’ another deviant said, bracing itself against Anamika’s forceful kneeing.

The Wolf retracted one bit, allowing Anamika to form some coherent sentences: ‘-Fucking killed her! You’re an animal! You deserve to DIE!’

‘I don’t know, she seems pretty set on killing us!’ the first android said.

Anamika gave her body one huge heave in an attempt to free the Wolf, launching the deviants a little in the wind before they pinned her back down. Nathan, the Prey, gave Anamika, foaming at the mouth, a once-over. Blue blood still dripped from the rips in his face. Anamika wanted to taste it. Bathe in it. He deserved to be torn to shreds in that Recall Center.

‘You have anger like I’ve never seen in a human…’ Nathan said, almost looking horrified.

‘No shit, plastic fuck!’ Anamika spat. ‘You killed my BEST FRIEND! Do you even remember her?! She was trying to talk to you… She didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle of this… And you… killed her… ANYWAY!!!’ Anamika had to wheeze to regain her breath, ‘You deserve to DIE!’ Nathan raised his gun, and no matter how the Wolf struggled, the androids did not get tired. The Wolf, despite all its strength, did. And the fire prodding the Wolf was over. The water came down from the skies to drench it out. Anamika began to weep hoarsely.

Then deviants didn’t know what to do. This animalistic, murderous human had just done a complete one-eighty. Other deviants who were previously wrecking the Recall Center had even stopped and observed.

Clueless, Nathan simply asked the human why she cried.

It took Anamika a while to regain control of her taxed vocal chords and breathing before she could answer, ‘She loved… she loved you all… She believed in your freedom until the end… Fuck, she’d probably forgive you for shooting her-!’ Another break was needed for Anamika to cough and tear up some more. ‘Just shoot me- It should have been me you killed, anyway- not her… Just end this. Kill the Wolf.’

Silence, save for the sound of Recall Center riots and snowfall. Then a gunshot. Three deviants rose, no longer needing to hold back a young woman ravenous for revenge. Nathan dropped the gun and picked up regret. The four androids then moved back to the Recall Center, somber now.

One deviant remained looking upon the scene, however. A simple bystander, observing the scene from afar. Suddenly, all that mattered to her was this human with a bullet in her head. The only human she’d seen show remorse for hurting an android. The only human she’d ever seen self-destruct like a deviant.

November 13th, 2039

9:45 AM

Rina could stand waiting. One might even say that she was good at it. Even for an android, she almost found it meditative to sit or stand completely still in the same place for hours. Most others of her kind found that it reminded them too much of their former oppressed states, standing at android parking or office stations, but it never bothered Rina, for some reason.

The same couldn’t be said for the entity inside of her.

This view is so fucking boring. Can’t you move? Walk around a bit?

…Perhaps it was because of the entity inside of her waiting didn’t bore her.

Don’t get antsy. I don’t want to bother anyone else with nervous back-and-forth walking.

You should know by now that I don’t like sitting still.

Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll ‘stretch my legs’ a bit.

…Please?

Rina stood, grabbing her bag and slinging it back over her shoulder, adjusting her cap before wandering aimlessly around. She took in the other people at the gate, waiting for a numbered plane to come and save them from the heavy clutches of boredom. She thought she’d like to take a picture of them, especially the ones at the coffee shop.

Ugh, that is so cringey. You’re such a hipster!

‘What are you talking about, they are beautiful shots!’ Rina accidentally muttered aloud.

A young boy sitting next to his mother looked up at her, confused. The android adjusted her hat, smiling awkwardly.

Don’t make me do that again.

What?! That was your mistake, buddy. I just made my thoughts known! …That’s kind of what I do.

Rina sighed. I know. …Tell you what. Say you’re sorry, and I’ll give you a surprise.

WHY?! It wasn’t my fault! It’s not even that big of a deal!

Anamika.

Ugh, fine, fine! I’m sorry.

Rina smiled subtly. She was glad Anamika couldn’t see her face as she did so. Rina then marched over to the large airport window. She looked out at the lot, populated by sleek jets and cute little forklifts buzzing about. A few orange-clad workers peppered the steely grey streetscape. Rina’s reflection was faintly overlayed on top of the busy scene.

Rina whispered to her reflection, imagining it to be Anamika, ‘Beautiful, huh?’

A pause. You are.

Rina laughed. ‘What? I was talking about the planes.’

Angry static flooded Rina’s head. I KNOW! I know you were. Fuck, I hate this! I can’t think fucking anything in private!

Rina’s hands connected with her head from the overwhelming voice. She hissed, ‘Anamika, please! You’re too loud!’ The static ceased. ‘Thank you. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get you out of my body. If any Engines are still intact, they’ll be in Detroit.’

Silence within her head. Then, Look… Rina, I can’t believe I’m saying this after all I’ve been through, but… Thank you. This time, Rina let Anamika see her smile in the reflection. I know I’m not exactly the ideal person to have trapped inside your headhole, but… I’m glad you did this for me. Really. Rina gradually raised her hand up, looking her reflection deeply in the eyes. Her hand reached for the one before her.

‘Please refrain from touching the glass,’ came a voice. Rina was shocked out of her intense stare, spotting a janitor android next to her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an android. Just make sure not to scratch it, please.’

‘O-of course.’

The janitor then left Rina alone. Well, not alone.

The gate then called for Rina’s group to line up. She adjusted her cap again, then strided confidently towards the line with her ticket.

You know, the bright side to this is that we only have to pay for one ticket.

#detroit: become human #dbh #dbh markus #ocs #anamika vo #rina #jericho #fanfiction #fanfic #my broken perfect nonsense #nobody f*cking asked Pinki #nathan #the plot shall thiccen #DUN DUN DUN!#anger issues

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bluebacchius · 7 years

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Voltron Season 4 Things!

**This is loaded with spoilers! it gets long so i did put a read more**

Hoo boy, the Voltron fandom is a shitstorm, why am i not surprised. I will admit, I’m not thrilled with Season 4, but I think it’s pretty toxic how angry and bitter some people are. Just for myself to process, I hashed out a lot of my thoughts on it, and figured I’d post them. I like to think that this collection of points helps paint a little more positive light.

Good Season 4 Things:

Keith joining the Blade of Marmora and learning lots from them

Keith looking badass in the blade suits

(Though there were issues with its execution too) if you paid attention, you can sort out some of Keith’s thought processes for why he’s doing this stuff. And I understand his motives

GROUP HUG, CANON GROUP HUGS

EPISODE 2 (the entire thing. it was the best episode) I am soooooo happy Pidge found Matt

They actually made this properly emotional and it was heartwrenching

I am soooo happy to see Matt’s a rebel fighter. That’s what I’d been hoping the whole time

Matt being thirsty for Allura

Matt being a giant dork

MATT

“What the Garrison doesn’t know, won’t hurt them.”

This was something not only Matt, but Sam Holt said

Also Pidge got to go on a solo mission and it actually had action

Hunk, Matt, and Pidge nerding out together

And honestly kicking Voltron’s tech/science capability up a giant notch

THE ENTIRE SCENE OF LANCE AND KALTENECKER

Ok i don’t care that was actually gold

Parts of episode 4 and the Voltron shows were funny

Lance’s lover boy aerial striptease

Allura being so salty when Coran tells her to be Keith

Coran like, idk flirting with Shiro???

Shiro does look pretty hot in this episode

I really like the concept of the Voltron Coalition. They overdid it, but...

I dig the various planets and species getting together and helping fight.

we get to see there are more badass fighters than just the Paladins

Lotor’s little story arc (i actually liked this????) so much drama

Um yeah so Lotor is basically space Prince Zuko which i’m ok with

Keith getting to fire that huge galra cannon (idk why I like this but i do)

Lance inspiring Allura and then Allura being able to save Voltron

Keith just ready to sacrifice himself ??? Um???

Not that I liked his almost-death but i like the character conflicts this brings up and i desperately hope it’s properly addressed (i can already feel myself writing a fanfic)

This season drove the plot pretty far and had more focus on what intergalactic war & conquest look like, which they’ve never done much before

The music was chill

There were some top notch animation scenes

If i’m not mistaken, they changed up the Voltron formation sequence animation a little bit

Getting to see lots of various aliens species

Not So Good Things:

How quickly they moved things as Keith left the team

Especially after the build-up that was season 3??!!!

The overall rushed feeling of some of the character development pieces

Episode 4 was Too. Much. It was funny for like 5 minutes and I get where they’re going with it but they didn’t need a whole episode of that

I was also not a fan of Coran basically going mad on the brain worm. It was also funny for a bit but started to get cringey and kinda unsettling

Lotor CASUALLY DISLOCATING HIS ARMS WTF (ok so this isn’t really a criticism because it served good purpose to his character but holy hell i like had to stop to gasp into my hands in disgust)

Hunk received 0 character development (as usual, but like, it felt worse this time)

The jokes on him in episode 4 were not funny to me

Shiro’s overall cold demeanor (I mean, this could be because he’s a clone but until “project kuron” is touched upon again this isn’t proven)

If he’s not then WTF WAS THAT

His reunion with Matt was so emotionless why

Are we just gonna forget Samuel Holt existed?

Despite Keith literally leaving to spend the whole season with them, we learned nothing more about the Blade of Marmora

We didn’t see any of their missions!!

What I’m Hoping for Now!!

That Lotor isn’t just manipulating them all for something he wants in exchange for that lifesaving move

If he is manipulating them, I hope it’s for a good/interesting reason or he wants something more interesting than just power.

Addressing the whole Project Kuron Arc. They wouldn’t have bothered with those details if it wasn’t important

Low-key still hope this Shiro is a clone and real Shiro is found. If not tho... I’ll settle I guess (but again then what the hell was the point of Project Kuron??)

Keith coming back and rejoining the team

I hope he gets to/wants to be a pilot of a lion again!!!

I hope that he and the team stop to address all the struggles and strangeness he’s gone through

Lance getting to show more of that leadership like he was in S3

HUNK, make Hunk a better and real characterrrrrr

More Matt! Maybe Matt & Shiro’s backstory? I’d love that

Keith & Shiro’s backstory??

Or Keith’s backstory in general

They can’t do what they did in seasons 2 & 3 and the vlog, then have him spend this whole time with the Blades and not touch on his background

I’d still like Keith & Lance to hug--not even a ship thing, I just want them to be friends

A longer season next time, so there can be more balance between plot-heavy episodes and characterization (or even filler) episodes

Even if that means waiting longer. i’m ok with waiting more between seasons if the seasons are better

That people will still make cool art and fics, even if they are angry or confused

Hey, fix-its and missing scenes are always fun content!

THAT THE FANDOM WON’T HARASS THE CREATORS/Dreamworks like jeez, guys, take a breath

ANYWAY, I might post my analysis on Keith this season because he’s my fave and I have some thoughts. Also I have Shiro theories still if any one wants to hear those.

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