#this smart mofo

[yazzydream]

[t4llhum4n]

I just listened to the Summit..

SO WAIT. DID PORTER START THE FIGHT TO GIVE VINCENT AN ALIBI?? OR AM I JUST REALLY HOPING HE'S NOT AN AWFUL PERSON??

[dutchysasscheek]

Guys is my name really that bad? 😟

[sinimake]

Some Kenshi specific headcanons!

His parents died when he was a teenager, leaving him and his younger sister. That's when Kenshi really got into the yakuza business because there were no adult to shield him from criminal life, and he had to earn money to keep them afloat.

He's indifferent to cold weather but absolutely hates humid heat. Summers in Japan are his nightmare, especially since he has to wear long sleeves to cover up his tattoos. It is the main reason why he's so on edge and irritated most of the time.

He grips things in his hand when he's thinking and focused. God help Johnny if Kenshi's hand is on his thigh when it happens.

Has no skincare routine. He uses cheap 2-in-1 shampoo and washes his face with hand soap.

Not specifically interested in cars but he is a beast behind a wheel—difting, clutch kicking and obstacle course swerving. He knows how to drive.

Bit of an adrenaline junkie. He loves the kick but doesn't seek out danger purposedly.

He's absolute sweetheart with children, women and elders. He's that type to intentionally walk slow as he crosses road to make sure elders cross it safely too. He keeps children out of trouble and protects women from creepers. But because it is usually how the yakuza exploit people as payback from their help, people are very vary of Kenshi. So he learns to do it subtly over the time.

Very humble in nature but can be a cocky mofo when he wants to.

Constantly smells like cloves because of choji oil he uses for his katana

Has glass eyes. Johnny always tries to get him to wear wild and different prosthetics (once tried to put sharingan in him), but he just sticks to all white ones because he doesn't really show his eyes to others anyway.

He wears leather gloves to hide his tattoos on his hands.

He's a natural leader!!! This is a canon thing we need to pay more attention to!!!

Has strong sense of justice. He diligently tries to live an honest life after the yakuza and not break any laws but if it is absolutely necessary, he will take it to the extreme. Needs Sento? Doesn't wanna rob a dude blind but he's gonna break into his mansion and threaten him to give it to him.

Loves spicy food! Constantly trying to get Johnny's spice tolerance up.

I previously mentioned he never went to college, but he's always been effortlessly smart in school. He was a type of smart student who doesn't study for exams but still aces them.

He wants to have his own dojo in the future.

Very light sleeper bc old habits die hard.

I said he loves spice, but he doesn't really have that much preference in food and will eat anything. His sister cooks him debauchery of bento all the time, but Kenshi always wolves them down. (They both shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. Bad cooking is in their bloodline)

Got no solid music taste but will listen to either angry metal or traditional japanese music on his own.

You know those plates of candies on the receptions' tables? He always grabs a candy off it to later give it to others. Many times, Johnny has received candies out of nowhere from Kenshi.

Sometimes has verbal altercations with the voice over accessibility feature of his phone.

Always gets into arguments with tsa agents bc of sento.

[justanaspiringsomeone]

Touchstarved Humor

Leander 

Giggly mofo

Laughs at everything

Can't tell if genuine or not

The type that laughs as he’s telling the joke

Almost want to say he laughs at dick jokes but i want to give him more than that

Ais 

A chuckler

Not one for puns but a good one will get his eyes glinting a bit

Likes gallows humor if the time and place is right

Might make his own sarcastic joke or observation

Which is kind of funny since the delivery is so dry

Kuras

Kuras either loves puns or hates them it’s a 50/50

Also a chuckler

He likes the clever type of puns not the stupidly obvious

Which is why i think he likes dad jokes

Because the really good ones are the ones you don’t expect

You’ll get a small chuckle from him from a good dad joke

Mhin 

One of the hardest people to get to crack

They don’t do laughing, jokes or anything of the like

Killjoy

However they do like jokes involving observations, wordplay or just straight sarcasm

Or a smart joke cuz it makes him both think and almost a smile

Before they end up scowling again

But you got them and they know it

Vere

Another tough customer

Def likes dark humor but unlike Ais, he has no sense of time and place

A good dark joke will have him laughing

But you again, can’t tell if it’s real or not

Like the joke has to be so out of pocket that it leaves Vere reeling before wheezing in laughter

[cephandriusnimi]

I really love characters that

1) have a superiority complex

and/OR

2) are too smart for their own good

and/OR

3) are goofy mofos

Current list to give you an idea:

Raistlin (Dragonlance), Moira (Overwatch), Hoid, Kelsier (kinda), Wayne (Cosmere)

Looking at you, @kelsierfortnite

Introduce me to more please :)

[arttrampbelle]

Shang tsung doesn't need to be a "good guy" to be sympathetic or do nice or "good" deeds.

Y'all should understand that not everyone needs to be a hero to be redeemed.

That's some bullshit propaganda that y'all tend to fall for.

It's like that feeling of "if you pray to jesus,all you're sins in OUR eyes will be forgiven" type indoctrinated shit. Like no shade thrown,even as someone who is spiritual myself. I find people thinking that a villain in a story should become a hero in order to be redeemed,kinda suspicious.

Shang tsung,to me,has ALWAYS BEEN NUANCED. And already had benevolent qualities and traits. Y'all just only see one damn part of it because the writers suck at showing them properly.

Not to mention if a character isn't obnoxiously nice or mean,y'all don't pay attention to them.

It's like most of mk fans I've noticed,at least as of late. Feels like I'm talking to 3yr olds in media literacy.

So no. Shang tsung needs to be a NEUTRAL CHARACTER. not good,not evil,just self serving and even quite helpful as a tournament master as he is supposed to fucking be.

He is supposed to be that "keep your friends close,keep you enemies closer" type. He is the "the enemy of my enemies are my friends" type. He's scary intelligent,cunning,a master martial artist,a brilliant alchemist,and one badass mofo you do not wanna cross.

But most of all,he is courteous,a gracious host on his island,and his punishments are as great as his rewards. He does keep his end of the bargain,but he also gets compensation.

If anything you need to worry about earthrealms warriors more than him. Half of them now(due to piss poor writing) are hiding behind heroic deeds and false statements of peace yet they have unclean hands too.

With Shang tsung you know what you are dealing with,it's on the table. If you cant read the obvious,you are indeed a foolish one.

No matter what iteration of shang tsung you have. One thing is clear,made clear,and that is when you deal with him. You deal with the devil so to speak.

So if you're not smart nor prepared. That's on your ass honey. Not his. Do not blame him for your stupidity.

But if you know how to play the game,play chess with the serpent. And know these archetypes. Then you may have a better shot. But that's all on you.

Either way,in your favor or not. Do not blame him for telling you exactly what is needed to be said,not what you wanna hear. Honeyed words or not,there's always a sliver of truth and bitter pill of truth in his words. And he's good at making either people hate his guts or bow and worship him.

THAT IS WHY HE'S DANGEROUS. not because of magic,or experiments and other trival bullshit.

Nah.

It's because shang tsung is good at talking. Good at trades and making you believe whatever is what he wants you to see.

Even if it may go against him. He wants you to fuck up,get angry at him,attack,be unbalanced,so he can fuck your shit right up!

Holy shit this mans whole ass moveset is zoning and keeping you in a certain place in the stage even!

It's part of his whole damb character.

I could go on and on. But do not blame to serpent for telling you information for questions you ask him. You're the one who chose to bite his apple of enlightenment and knowledge so to speak.

Which is why the gods,titans,etc want these kombatants,warriors to be stupid. So they are easy to control,to get what they want.

Like it's glaringly obvious that mortal kombats story has these type of tropes and symbolism in it. But people are too blind,for various reasons. To see it.

I could get deep. It's a videogame,i know. It is what it is.

But the more i look at mk12/mk1 shang tsung. The more i feel its a missed opportunity to showcase these themes better for him.

Like holy shit dude. Shang tsung pointing out the hypocrisy of the gods. And whispers in our earthrealm warriors ears. And maybe convincing a few to join his side. Or even better. Our heroes,kung lao and mortal raiden to question liu kang and not blindly follow like fucking idiots. Sure just trust this dude right? Bruh.

Shang tsung is the only one with a brain once again. And i hate them making everyone else so stupid to make him seem better in the shithole plot of theirs. If you can call it a plot.

It burns me,that it's a waste of potential.

But i digress.

Anyways. Shang tsung,way more than an evil conjurer of tricks my dudes. Waaaaaay fucking more.

[mikaikaika]

It’s hilarious how at the very beginning Foolish said he’d outsmart Cellbit and now he’s actually earning determination points for figuring out item mechanics and catching Cellbit’s tricks. I love him sm!

Hey anon !! Foolish did such a 360 from being a himbo to being the most street smart brainiac mofo in that adventure it was insaneeee. He literally caught onto Cellbit trying to trick him twice and even called Cellbit out on it. Each time Cellbit was more and more surprised by his awareness it was such a cool thing to see. And then Jeffrey hitting us with the phone thing at last was just the cherry on the cake. Like be it OPQ or QSMP , Foolish has truly proved to Cellbit that no matter how much Cellbit tests / underestimates his antiques, Foolish would always rise above those doubts in the coolest manner possible. Just Foolish being an absolute absolute badass beloved <33333

[queenstarlight2]

What your (Female) elven crush says about you

(based on what I think)

Arwen

If your Elven crush is Arwen, you have ✨immaculate✨ taste in women. Be honest, you don't get any bitches. Mostly because your standards are so damn high but whose wouldn't after seeing this FINE FUCKING ELF. she is mommy and her ada, is fine as fuck too. WOULD SHE DOM YOU, yes she would. And would you deny her, no you wouldn't. She could spit in my mouth and I would say thank you.

Arwen as a girlfriend would be a surreal experience, this bitch has to be apart of the valar by how pretty she is. Like peg me mommy😩 DEGRADE MEEE. also she would write you poetry and send you flowers and yall would probably do each others face-care. Also Arwen would put the prettiest braids in your hair like omg. Also I think she would enjoy somebody with plushy thighs so she can rest  her head on them (also so her head can be crushed between your thighs)  also I think she would also be crazy for muscular woman/men

Traits Arwen would like in their lover: Honest, kind, hot, Aragorn, generous, smart

Galadriel

If your Elven crush is Galadriel

You have severe mommy issues, that is the first thing I am going to say to you. Also this bitch would peg you in a heartbeat, male or female. Galadriel could use me as her cum rag and I would orgasm from the sight of her cum on my body. she is holy thank you very much, I AM UNHINGED BECAUSE OF HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS (and she kinda a bitch ngl but I would still tap that)  I don't have much to say about her other then, you got servere mommy issues, like go see a therapist rn. (and ima join you)  ANd her type, she ain't got one. LIke fr, you got to be one special ass mofo to get this goddess as your bae and you will be her bitch, male, female it don't matter.

She would satisfy all of your needs, she out here reading minds and shit. and this is all I got for her.

Traits Galadriel would like in their lover: Honest, (gorgeous), smart, clever, a sub, all that good stuff

Tauriel

If your Elven crush is Tauriel 

you a hoe, that is all you is. confident women make your knees shake. Don't be mad i am saying the truth. She would fuck you in the woods in a quick second and you would enjoy that. She is the captain of the guard and ima call her captain in the sheets too. were you glad when Peter Jackson made this fine as fuck women apart of the Hobbit movies. You have a mistress/ mommy kink, I don't make the rules 🥱. Gay as fuck you is

Traits Tauriel would like in their lover: Passionate, wild, kind, badass, you know the drill

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 11 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we watched Kanghan’s dad death flag like a mofo when he went to his son’s game and asked Sailom to do some more emotional work with his son on his behalf. Later, he got shot in his house and almost bled out. Saifah took the blame for it, though it’s probably Name, who is getting punked by his boss. Kanghan broke up with Sailom because of it, and Sailom is refusing help from literally everyone to get his brother out (which makes no sense because he’s fucking broke and should know better). Sailom got roofied by the old guy from before and had to be saved by Kanghan. Guy and Nawa made progress, but that felt tonally off from everything else going on.

Now why the fuck does Sailom think he has to quit school? I’m so sick of this. Where is episode 1 and 2 Sailom?

Oh my fucking goodness he’s fucking quitting school because his scholarship comes from Kanghan’s dad. FFS.

I hate this so much. Why did we waste so much talent on this mess?

Saifah you told this man literally nothing useful. What the fuck did you expect him to do?

Name is definitely lying.

Now they are literally shooting at Sailom. WTF???

Now, Kanghan, if you cared about this boy why would you let him leave the school?

Why is so much effort being expending on killing Sailom that they needed to add in a useless interaction with the police?

“I thought I had no one left?” Sailom, please be fucking serious. Literally the entire supporting cast has been begging you to let them help you. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are we flashing back to Kanghan caring for him and not all the other times everyone else had his back? This is insulting the audience’s intelligence.

Oh lord we’re still trying to keep Name in play.

Hide? Where could he possibly hide in this room with glass wall bathrooms?

Where is Airmid to chide Nawa for punching a severely injured patient?

What in the New Siwaj is this flashing back to shit we didn’t see to justify character actions for the last 11 episodes?

There’s been quite a few instances this year of people pulling guns when they’ve been so resistant to shooting anyone and it’s just completely lacking in drama.

Now Sailom can fight? Didn’t he get his natural ass whooped like two episodes ago?

Wait, did Kanghan just not get shot at point blank range here, but Name shot ole boy past the two of them spinning around? What the fuck even is this show?

Preview: just fluff.

I’m so sick of Sailom. He is just not smart at all. What a waste of time this show has been for me. I’ll be so relieved when this is over. I think it’s time we as a fandom reckon with the fact that Saint hard-carried Perth through Love By Chance and admit he just isn’t that good. He was weak in Double Savage, Never Let Me Go, and now this. He’s pretty, but goddamn am I unimpressed.

[sneezemonster15]

Besides naruto and sasuke, who are some of your other favorite characters?

Gaara. I related with him the most in the entire manga. His backstory was the moment when I got truly hooked. Kishi had me by his claws. I was very invested in his story and it was quite apparent that he was one of the crucial characters that would affect the plot and the protagonist in the process of which, both will undergo change, and so there was a lot of anticipation there.

Neji. While I appreciate him more in retrospect, because this was a boy who stood in the middle of the stadium where all the kages and jounins and the civilians were gathered, and fearlessly talked of oppression supported by the system at the risk of being rendered paralysed or half dead by his slavemaker curse, at the time I liked how he carried himself. Intelligent and talented, a no nonsense dude. And he shut Hinata up who was deliberately egging him on. I loved their fight during chuunin exams, I would not have minded if he were allowed to keep going on... He is individualistic and strong, he is a non conformist and has solid reasons to be that way, I appreciate that.

Deidara. He is just so much fun. Kishi can write all sorts of villains, that's one of his many strengths. He doesn't have a tragic backstory like others, and he doesn't suffer from savior complex or mad acquisition of knowledge and secrets of the world, or retribution (except for Itachi, but that's just another art driven shenanigans of his). He does it for art, lol. He is just a crazy, artsy guy who loves arson. Lol. And that makes up for interesting, engaging action.

Orochimaru. Another wonderful villain. He creates a sense of dread, a certain squirmy quality that is also very thrilling and suspense building. He is so cunning, always one step ahead. He always has an Uno reverse card in his sleeve. Lol. And his wit. Lolol. He is so catty and incisively so. He is also the product of this system and he has a very real insight into this world himself but he has been desensitized. He uses the system itself for his own objective, that benefits his own self. He is certainly a very interesting character in his own right. And he is the only adult who takes a serious stand for Sasuke and that means something. Because it is done in front of all the dead kages, no matter how strong they were.

Madara. Crazy mofo. I happen to love characters that are hella strong, intelligent, stylish, have a sense of humor and are justifiably arrogant. I love how he keeps roasting the five kages, acting like the cat playing with the little mice just for fun before killing them off. I like bloody mayhem in a battle, and this man is so skilled and so powerful, it just makes for such good and humorous action. Not to mention his crazy obsession with Hashirama, he is strong but has his vulnerabilities and doesn't care to hide them, I mean the man just plants his ass on the ground like a stubborn child in a cereal aisle when Hashi sends his clone to fight him, like he just won't be mollycoddled. He is enjoying the battle so much. He exemplifies battle lust. Also, I liked how he was not so predictable. Hashirama sends Sasuke to somehow reason with Madara seeing he looked like Izuna. But Madara wasn't having it. He won't be manipulated. The way he was backstabbed by that piddly ass Black Zetsu, just like Hashirama did, was just cruel man. Kishi and his cruel parallels.

Kakuzu and Hidan. I say both of their names because their rapport is what brings out both their characters. They are snarky, stylish, well Hidan is, smart, strong and form a good team. Their fight with Naruto, Shikamaru and the rest of the team was pretty enjoyable.

I would say Temari, she is bold, sharp, strong, confident, displays strong leadership, with a level head on her shoulders. But of course, her character is not very explored, and I wish it was. I also like sand siblings' dynamic. Kankuro also has his good moments, funny dude. I would have also liked to see Tenten been given a chance. Oh Kish..

Gai. He is a kind man, always positive but not in a toxic way. Persevered despite his handicap and worked haaard. Strong, sensitive, vulnerable, has a close bond with his team, and is the perennial cheerleader. He cares for his friends, subordinates, and doesn't back away from a fight. He was already knocking on death's door when he decided to tackle Madara, and he did it with such aplomb. Impressive. His interaction with Kisame is also quite funny. I like Kisame as well. Such a gentleman. I also like his backstory, quite a complex one.

Yamato. The perennial nanny. The babysitter. He used to work for Root so he doesn't know how to deal with other peoples' individuality. But he tries. He takes his team out for a nice stay at an expensive inn, treats them to good food, all so that his team can bond and not be at each other's throat all the time. He does care about his team, and he is always trying to be the peacekeeper. I also like his dynamic with Naruto. At first, Naruto finds him scary/weird but then finds out he is just a pumpkin on the inside. So he teases him and plays pranks, and Yamato reacts just like how an exasperated older sister would to a naughty younger brother's pranks. Lol. And he is strong and smart. He has some good comedic moments, and he learns not to take himself so seriously. I would have liked to see him in action during the war arc but sadly, Kishi decided not to have him.

Suigetsu. That boy knows how to self preserve. He is bold, funny and a little devilish. He likes chaos and doesn't care for anything other than his own interests. He owns the way he is. He doesn't pretend to be anything different. He doesn't submit to Sasuke, he calls Karin out, he makes fun of Juugo, he takes everyone on. He is entertaining. But he also supports and helps Sasuke in his effort for revolution, he is adamant about it too. I also like his pointy teeth. Heh.

[skvatnavle]

Love is Love

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Warnings: pining idiots, yearning, Bob being clueless, Hangman being drunk, kissing, fluff, Hangman being a cocky mofo, SMUT! M/M. Oral (m receiving), anal sex, protected sex (be smart like HangBob).

Notes: Enemies to idiots to lovers, is the best way to describe this. A part of @writer-wednesday week 18, a few days late. Hope y'all had a great pride month 🌈

A huge thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading ❤️

Words: 4K

“Bob, you need to drive Hangman home. He’s wasted.” Rooster says, pointing towards a booth in the corner.

Groaning, Bob looks over at Jake babbling in the corner, laughing at one of his own jokes. Something had been off with him all night. Actually, things had been a little off with him ever since that day they played Dogfight football.

“Why do I have to?”

“Cause you’re the only one who’s sober.”

Bob curses under his breath. The last thing he needs is to get stuck in a car with a drunk Jake. True, he had often imagined what it would be like driving Jake home, but that was under different circumstances. And frankly something that would never happen.

Bob had seen firsthand for weeks how Jake flirted with the ladies, how confident he was around them and how they all practically fell to their knees for him. Even if by any chance he was bi, he would never go for a guy like Bob. Especially with the way he was always teasing him, there was no way in hell Jake harbored anything but friendly feelings for Bob. If even that much.

Walking over to Jake, Rooster offers to help drag him to the car. When Jake sees Bob approaching, he smiles wide, his eyes unfocused.

“Baby on Board! There you are!”

“If you say that one more time, I’m leaving you in the gutter somewhere.”

Jake shuts up, faking pout, before he breaks into a laugh and looks at Rooster with a mischievous grin.

“I think the Missus is mad at me.”

“Fuck, he’s drunk.” Rooster laughs, as he hoists Jake up from his seat. Bob moves to hold under the other arm, blushing slightly when he feels Jake this close. His hand resting on Jake’s back and chest, he can’t help but feeling the heat creep up his cheeks at the toned body underneath his fingertips. The same chiseled body he’s been thinking of ever since that day on the beach.

Jake leans his head on Bob’s shoulder, giving him a soft smile as they drag him past the others. Once they reach the car, Bob takes over and gently helps Jake into the car and fastens his seatbelt. Jake reaches up and softly cups Bob’s cheek, instantly making him blush a heavy red and he prays Rooster doesn’t notice.

“I’ve always liked you, Bob.”

“And here I thought drunk people told the truth. You’re an even worse liar when wasted.” Rooster says with a laugh before he pats Bob on the shoulder and walks away, leaving them to themselves. Even though he knows somewhere deep down that Jake can be good, he can't help but think Rooster's words are true.

Jake had his moments, sure, and they had increased the last week after the game. But he was still cocky and asserted himself whenever he could, often on the expense of others. And it was usually Bob. But something had shifted, caused Jake to act out tonight and Bob can’t shake the feeling that it is because of what happened that day.

When Mav had told them his plan for the day, they had all been skeptical. Dogfight football? How was that going to make them a better team? But within an hour, they had to admit his plan was working. Hell, even Bob felt like a part of the team, where before he sometimes felt a little on the outside of the group. Never been the most rumbustious person, he tended to fade into the background. But that had changed today and now he felt like one of them.

After Mav left, they all stayed and played for a while, but not as serious as before. People were joking around, having fun and all seemed relaxed for the first time since they came back to Top Gun. Tossing the ball around, the ball was passed to Bob and before he could throw it again, Hangman tackled him.

Laughing loudly, they tumbled to the ground, Hangman pinned Bob beneath him. As they laid still, Hangman’s thigh rested between Bob’s, pressed against his crotch. Bob whimpered softly at the contact, a heavy blush creept up his cheeks. Having Hangman this close was something he had thought of many nights, laying alone in his room with his cock in hand. His body instantly reacted, trembled under Hangman’s weight.

Hangman stopped laughing and looked into Bob’s eyes, his lips slowly turned into a smile.

“Are you blushing, Bob?”

“N-no.” he managed to stammer out, before gently pushing at Hangman’s chest. But Bob just looked to his hands as they trembled against Hangman’s warm skin. Fighting the urge to run his fingers down his perfect body, Bob felt himself harden.

Hangman’s smirk grows wider as he pushed his thigh closer to Bob’s hardening length, pulling yet another soft whimper from Bob. He hated how easily he reacted to Hangman’s touch but still, he didn’t want it to end. Wanted to stay here, pinned beneath him, feeling his breath on his. It would be so easy to just lean forward, to press his lips to his.

But before he knew it, Hangman pushed away from Bob with a smirk and took the ball, resuming the game. Phoenix came over to ask if Bob was okay and he did everything he could to hide his boner. Frantically, he looked around, afraid anyone saw them, but only Phoenix seemed to notice. No one was looking.

Except Hangman. Every now and then his eyes would find Bob’s, a soft smirk on his face. The rest of the day he looked at Bob with a knowing smile, like he was taunting him over the secret only they knew.

When Jake has stared out the window for 15 minutes without a word, Bob finally looks towards him, concerned at how different he's acting.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Drowning my sorrows.”

Bob huffs as he shakes his head. The fact that Jake could feel sorry about anything or have any problems, is a foreign thought to Bob. He seems like the kind of guy that has everything.

“What problems could you possibly have?”

Jake looks up, only to see Bob frowning in disbelief. Laying his head back against the window, looking out at the landscape drifting by.

“Why do you care? You hate me.”

If only he knew just how untrue that was and how much Bob cared. How much he actually liked Jake despite all his flaws. Sure, he was cocky and borderlining on asshole, but since the beach he had seemed… sweeter somehow. Whenever they were alone, he was kind. It was just small things like bringing him water, a snack or asking how his day had been, but it made Bob’s heart soar. It also made him fall for Jake, even though he knew it would end with him having a broken heart.

“I don’t hate you, Hangman.” At that Jake sits up and looks at Bob, disbelief painted on his face. The way the light falls on his face as they drive past a streetlamp, highlighting his beautiful features, makes Bob’s throat go dry and his heart skip a beat. Slowly the corners of his mouth turn up into a faint smile, but his eyes are still full of sorrow.

“There’s this person I like, but I can’t tell him-HER! I meant… Her.”

He laughs it off as a drunk mistake, but if he only knew what his little error did to Bob. For a second, he actually started hoping, but of course not. Putting on his best smile, Bob looks quickly at Jake before returning his gaze to the road.

“Why can’t you tell her? You’re the most confident guy I know.”

“Not this time. This… Is different.”

He is silent for a while, contemplating his words. But he doesn't get to speak, before they arrive at the base. With a little struggle, Hangman frees himself from the seatbelt and staggers towards their living quarters. Bob follows silently behind, a little amused over Jake's wobbly walk as they walk down the hall. As they reach the door to Jake’s room, Bob leaves him there with a soft pat on the shoulder.

"Good night, Hangman. Drink some water."

But as he walks away, Jake grabs his hand, causing Bob to stop dead in his tracks.

"Bob…"

Turning slowly, he looks into Jake's eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that easily takes his breath away every time he looks into them.

“She…” he looks deep into Bob’s eyes, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallows hard “She’s too good for me. So I can’t tell… her.” He runs his fingers through his hair before turning away, looking to the ground. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t?! I look at you every day and-” At that Jake looks up into Bob’s eyes and the look of surprise makes Bob backtrack. “I mean… guys like you… And you’re always so confident and get what you want.”

Jake turns towards Bob, his eyes wide as Bob rambles on like he's the one that's been drinking too much.

“I could never get someone like you. Get to be someone like you, I mean.”

“I thought I was the drunk one?” Jake smirks through half closed eyes. Oh God. Bob is silently praying that Jake wouldn’t remember anything of this in the morning.

"You, ehm… you should get some sleep. See you in the morning"

And with that Bob turns away and walks to his own room quickly without looking back.

The next day he barely sees Jake. Another day full of training, spending all their time up in the air. And what little they have on ground, it seems Jake avoids him. So maybe he did remember what happened last night. Hopefully he would just let it go at some point.

After dinner and a much-needed shower, Bob retires to his room. Some of the others wanted another night at The Hard Deck, but Bob had had his fill of drunk people this weekend, deciding to just relax with a book and head to bed early.

But at midnight he is startled awake by a loud banging at his door. Scared what it could be, he jumps out of bed and open the door quickly, only to find Hangman standing there, gulping down a beer.

"Hangman? What are you doing here?"

When he doesn't answer, Bob lifts Jake’s head to inspect his face, only to find his eyes unfocused and glassy, a sadness etched into his features. He knows Jake can handle himself, but he still can’t help but feel worried.

"Are you drunk?"

"Maybe a little."

Sighing, Bob takes a step back and gets ready to close the door. "I think you have a drinking problem."

"No, I have a ‘you’ problem."

He slams his hand against the door, holding it open. His words hurt, more than Bob thought they would, and he tries his best to remain calm and seem unfaced.

“Okay, I know you don’t like me, but to come here and say-”

“Don’t like you? Bob…” he moves closer, his hand coming up to cup Bobs cheek softly, his thumbs caressing the soft skin, that’s slowly turning pink under his touch. “You’re all I can think about.”

Shocked, Bob is afraid he's dreaming. Did… did he just say…?

"But you… How? I thought you didn't like me."

"Why would you think that?”

“All the teasing? Name calling. Never letting me finish one game of pool without taking the cue from-”

Cutting him off with a kiss, Bob freezes as he feels Jakes insistent lips against his. But soon he melts into the softness of his lips, feeling his knees go weak as Jake’s tongue beg for entrance. Jake pulls Bob closer as he deepens the kiss, causing Bob to moan. Afraid someone might hear them, Jake guides Bob inside, his mouth still on his as he closes the door, pushing Bob against the wall. Putting his hand on Jake's chest, Bob gently pushes him away, breaking the kiss.

“I’m still confused. How am I even your type?”

Bob rubs the back of his neck, barely able to look Jake in the eyes as he’s blushing. Jake just moves in closer, his hand resting on Bob’s hips.

“Maybe I like scrawny nerdy dudes with glasses.”

“I’m not scrawny!”

Bob pushes at his chest, making Jake laugh. He doesn’t even budge an inch, just looks Bob deep in the eyes with a huge smile. Jake could really be an ass, but maybe teasing was just one of his ways to show affection.

“Well, I’ve never seen you without clothes, so how would I know?” Jake adds, the tone of his voice unmistakable.

“You… You wanna see me without my clothes…?” Bob asks softly, barely above a whisper. Jake leans in closer and looks into Bob’s eyes with an intensity that makes him shiver.

“There’s nothing I want more.”

Unable to hold back anymore, Bob crashes his lips to Jake’s, pouring weeks of want into it. Bob’s hands claw into Jake’s shirt, his fingers tangled in the thin fabric at his back, his waist, pulling him closer, drawing him in until even their little pocket of space fell away, and it was just them, biting desperate kisses to the other’s lips.

“Fuck, Bob. Your lips are so fucking soft.”

Jake pushes his thigh between Bob’s legs, and the kiss breaks as Bob throws his head back against the wall with a dull thud. The need came on like an explosion, sudden and inevitable, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins only heightened that unbearable heat. Jake nips at the tender flesh on Bob’s neck, pulling sweet whimpers and moans from him.

He hates how whiney he sounds under Jake’s touch, but he can’t hold back the whimpers, when finally, he gets what he wanted for weeks. He can feel Jake smile against his skin, as he places needy kisses along the column of his neck.

“Damn, Bob. Keep making those sweet little noises for me.”

Bob bucks his hips and rubs himself against Jake’s leg with a breathy whine–Jake responds with a guttural growl and sucks kisses to the line of his throat, swipes his tongue along the most sensitive spots.

“Jake, I- please.” he moans, low and quiet, making Jake still and pull away. His eyes are dark with desire and something else, something deeper, more vulnerable.

“Do you want this?” he asks, eyes fixed on Bob and the intensity of his gaze makes Bob’s throat grow tight with tears. He swallows and nods until he trusts his voice enough to answer out loud.

“Yes. God, Jake, I-I want this so bad.”

That was enough. Jake was on him once again, his tongue hot and wet and insistent against his own, unsteady hands fidgeting at the hem of Bob’s t-shirt, only breaking the kiss briefly to pull it over his head, before his trembling hands find their way to the waistband on Bob’s pajama pants, and a desperate moan broke from Bob's throat, immediately swallowed by another kiss from Jake.

Jake suddenly stops, stepping away to look at Bob. Feeling unsure of himself, Bob moves his hands up to cover himself, but Jake stops him. Taking Bob’s hands in his, he kisses his knuckles softly, before looking into his eyes.

“You’re gorgeous, Bob. It’s a good thing you kept your shirt on during the game or I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.”

Giggling softly, Bob blushes to a heavy red. Jake moves closer again, kissing Bob with an unknown hunger. Jake’s hands roam over Bob’s exposed skin, feeling every ridge of his toned chest, a soft ‘fuck’ leaves Jake’s lips as he explores more of Bob’s body.

As Jake runs his hand over Bob’s clothed length, Bob whines desperately, bucking against his hand.

Bob is lost in the wet heat of their mouths against each other, lost in Jake’s greedy hands exploring his body as though their goal was to leave not a single inch of skin untouched, lost in the too much and yet not enough friction of Jakes’s jeans against his hardness.

Jake is still fully clothed. He won’t change that right now. It feels right on some level, to have Bob pinned against the wall, half naked and so vulnerable, with Jake shielding him, put together on the outside as he fell apart and lost control on the inside.

Bob forces his hands to release the fistfuls of fabric he has clung to like a lifeline and brings them up to Jake’s face instead, cupping his cheeks with care, and breaks the kiss. They only separate far enough to look each other in the eyes. Jake panting like he has run a marathon, hot breath puffing against Bob’s kiss-raw lips. Jake smiles as he takes Bob in, flustered with kiss swollen lips.

“Fuck, Bob. You’re so beautiful.”

Bob swallows, and the motion hurts his throat. He rolls his hips against Jake even though the drag of the fabric against his delicate skin borderline hurts, but he just needs him. He needs Jake to feel how much he needs him, and he needs to feel the hard line of Jake's cock pressed against his hip to know he needs him in turn.

Jake’s beautiful eyes grow darker still, green irises almost entirely eclipsed by the black holes of his pupils, and he grinds back into him.

“Take me,” Bob breathes out, and Jake’s tongue darts out to taste his desperate plea. Turning them both around, Jake makes his way over to the bed, their clothes quickly finding its way to the floor. He pushes Bob down onto the soft mattress, before he crawls on top of him, his lips once again claiming Bob’s.

Jake makes his way down Bob’s body, worshipping every inch of him. When he reaches his cock, Bob is painfully hard with a small pearl of precum at the head. Jake looks into his eyes one final time for confirmation. Bob nods and with that, Jake lick the head of his cock, moaning at the taste of him.

“Fuck” he chokes out, eyes closed in pleasure.

Jake licks up the length of him before taking him into his mouth. Jake looks up into Bob’s eyes as he begins moving up and down his shaft. Bob gently places a hand on Jake’s head.

“Oh God!” he groans as Jake suck at his head, his fingers curling in Jake’s hair.

Jake releases him with a soft pop, looking at his blissful face, before flashing him the signature Hangman smirk. “Ready for more?”

Bob nods eagerly, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a tube of lube. Jake runs his hands up Bob’s thigh, past his cock and slip it beneath his balls, seeking the entrance. The action makes Bob whimper out desperately. Jake lubes up his fingers and as he returns it to his entrance, Bob lets out a single deep breath, as Jake presses a slick index finger against it.

Bob arched into the touch and keened, both his hands gripping at the sheet and just holds on when the first finger slips past resisting muscle and enters him.

It burns. More than usual, more than it should, but the rest of his body burns for Jake, so he welcomes that ache, that intimate, gentle ache.

Jake waits until his body relaxed around his thick digit, before he pushes the next finger in, and it took a while–almost too long. God, Bob was tight. But in no time the fingers stretching him open meet little enough resistance for Jake to decide Bob is ready and he pulls away.

“No… More, please!” Bob whines, causing Jake to groan. The sight of Bob laying there, face torn in need and pleasure, pleading was almost enough for him to come right then and there.

“You need to tell me what you want.” Jake says softly, already knowing what Bob wants. But he wants to hear it.

“Fuck me… Please…”

Quickly, Jake roams through the pockets of his jeans, pulling out a condom and puts it on. He adds a generous amount of lube. When his eyes meet Bob’s, he has a look of shock on his face, eyeing Jake’s cock.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow. I’ll make you feel good.” Jake laughs softly, reassuring him. Bob nods, licking his lips. Jake shifts slowly, sliding his cock against Bob’s entrance. Jake pushes the head in slowly, but Bob yelps and grabs Jake’s arm. He chokes out his name.

“I know. Fuck, Just- let me…”

Jake slowly pushes all the way in until he is buried to the hilt. Bob is shaking beneath him, and he clings to Jake. Jake keeps still, allowing him to get used to his size. Bob’s eyes are closed in pleasure, the feeling better than anything he’s ever felt before.

Jake exhales against Bob’s ear and kisses his lobe, nosing into Bob’s soft hair and breathed him in like he was a delicate flower, and Bob’s eyes burns like the rest of him did, tears threatening to spill.

“Please. Please, Jake, fuck me-” the rest of his sentence is lost to a sharp thrust of Jake’s hips, and Bob wants to scream but only manages a whine, high and throaty.

It hurts, but fuck, does he want it to. The burn, the stretch, it all meshed with the punishing pace Jake immediately settles into, caught up in his own need, and it is perfect.

Bob head falls back against the mattress with a strangled moan, the vice-grip he had around Jake’s back dragging him along. The angle changes by a fraction, and from one second to the other, Jake was nailing Bob’s prostate dead on with every single thrust; even the vaguest sense of discomfort disappears as stars exploded behind Bob’s tightly screwed shut lids.

The pleasure coursing through his whole form was almost unbearable. His body pulses with pleasure, his desperation only growing, and he yanks Jake in even closer, pulling him to his body until every single one of his senses is overwhelmed with him.

“Talk to me, Bob. Are you good?” he breathes out through ragged breath, lifting his head to look at Bob’s blissed out face. A smile spreads on his face, as his eyes open, blue eyes finding Jake’s green ones.

“I’m very good. Al-almost too good to be true.” Bob says with a grin, shaking his head. Jake laughs softly, before crashing his lips to Bob’s as he thrusts into him harder, pulling a new series of sweet whimpers from Bob.

Jake’s hips snap against Bob’s, making him moan loudly every time Jake thrusts home. Jake feels himself getting closer, his rhythm starts to get uneven. He reaches between the two of them, wrapping his fingers around Bob’s cock.

“Fuck, Jake!”

He throws his head back, tears forming in his eyes. It’s too much, yet he can’t get enough, as Jake works his length in the same rhythm of his thrusts. He shifts, changing the angle just a little, but it’s enough. When Jake thrust into him again, Bob almost stops breathing, his cock twitching in Jake’s hand.

“Oh God… D-do t-that again!” he demands, the words almost incoherent. Jake smiles to himself, as he continues to slam into him. They are both close, so close. Jake can feel it and all it takes is one good push. He presses against his prostate and finally, Bob is coming with a huge moan. His face contorts in pleasure and his whole body stiffens with the intensity of it.

Jake follows shortly after, growling into his neck. He thrust a few more times, riding out his high. When Jake breaks away from his neck, he finds Bob looking at him, a happy and blissful look on his face. Jake can’t help but feel a little cocky and gives Bob another smirk, before kissing him softly.

“Told you I’d make you feel good, baby.”

Bob looks into Jake’s eyes, before pulling him into a soft kiss. The kiss is soft, the intimacy of it almost making Bob cry. Jake is so soft with him, his hands caressing every inch they can reach, and they lay in each other’s arms.

Bob is still afraid of what will happen tomorrow, what will happen with them. But for now, he has placed his heart in Jake’s hands and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[prismartist]

4 and 8 for the assassins ask game :O

favorite song (bonus: favorite ballad)

i do think these have the same answer actually: ballad of czolgosz :D i just loooove the way it's structured and how "head of the line" gets recontextualized each time it's said, plus it's boppy and the choreo tends to be so fun. it's fun to sing too. it's also interesting to me how the balladeer uses nicknames for the other two ballads which i always took to be condescending, but he just uses leon's surname implying a modicum of respect? that's neat if so. plus czolgosz and the balladeer are my faves ^^ i really wanna do an animatic of it

a concept or direction you'd like to see

oh no i'm not smart enough for this why did i write this JDKEJDEK

hmmmm ok you know what i'm stealing @.pealeii's answer LMAO having sets really leaning into the Creepy Hell Carnival would be very cool. it's like one of the main reasons why a hypothetical movie adaptation, for me, would be best animated

and also...... i dunno, balladeer being more of a bitch? esp in the context of him turning himself into lee harvey oswald like in 2021. just this absolute menacing, righteous mofo underneath the whole paragon country singer persona. because to me the american dream is always prone to corruption; it's a flawed concept in general, and i'd like to see more productions lean into that. where it was always inevitable he'd turn, whether he does so to prove a Point (like he tries to prevent the assassination through some wibbly wobbly ghost quartet shit), or he's just fully swayed to the assassins' side. also i'd really enjoy a judgy balladeer that's sort of full of himself. i don't know if any of that made sense @.@

this is long already but i just wanna leave this ballad of guiteau that basically does what i'm talking about and i love a lot (esp before the last verse where the balladeer grips guiteau and points at the scaffold stone-faced oughguhgo)

[rinbowaman]

Reina I am so curious on what you look like lol. I think it’s because your work is brilliant and it make me wonder what the mastermind behind these legendary works look like.

😏 😼

Are you the anon that asked for the face reveal? Lol. I’ve been asked a handful of times for a face reveal, and maybe one of these days I might. I’d feel more inclined if this was a trend other writers were doing. But i am stumped as to how you guys are interested bc I am nowhere near as special as my creativity. This is to give you an idea….

Starting back in middle school, going all the way up to graduating from high school, my mom used me to display her level of strictness. This woman was not going to let me be a part of the cool girls club y’all, really. Winter time, it was either jeans (not skinny ones. She would buy me men’s jeans in the smallest size she could find) or long skirts that barely showed any ankle (I hated those long jeans skirts with a thousand buttons on the front but for some reason she’d always buy those ones. I didn’t mind the long flowy ones for summer though.) they were paired with long collars button up shirts with a sweater vest. My hair was always in a bun, sometimes a low poneytail.

Summer was either those flowy skirts that went down to my ankles or grandpa cargo shorts….needless to say I wore the flowy skirts often bc them grandpa cargo shorts were just brutal. I’m convinced she purposely did that for her own amusement. Those would be paired with an oversized t shirt that was tucked in, but I had to wear a sports bra if I wore the t shirt bc she prohibited any form or curve silhouette to be seen. If you guys read the fics I relied like Cherry by @moon7jay or the church one by @hoonieshoney the way they described the reader as far as attire, it was pretty much like that (which is kind of why I could relate to the y/n in those fics lol)

Since enrolling in college, she’s alotted me some freedom to wear what I want but still has some say. I usually opt for straight baggy, or mom jeans and hoodies/t shirts. I keep the hair in the bun just out of natural habit and convenience. But on special events she will dress me up and let me wear my hair down. At this point I continue to dress conservative and casual for convenience lol but some might say my mom trained me for that. She’s a church goer so ofc I go along and I dress for the occasion so I tend to look a little Amish. Sneakers and boots, no heels. And the biggest one, absolutely NO MAKEUP bc she will not allow it EVER. She gave in and let me get all my ear piercings but anything else is a big no-no. She says when I graduate from college, I’ll be old (and smart) enough to dress on my own and wear whatever I want. Lol. She’s a strict and protective mom, and I respect that. (Love my mama ♥️).

Hair is uncolored and I recently cut a bit off for the summer season. I am pale than a mofo. At school they called me Casper (like the ghost) bc they said I was so white, I was nearly transparent. Tall and skinny and built like a teenage boy (I got nothing up in the ta-ta area. ) and I got large bug eyes, thick eyebrows, a small mouth, oval/heart shaped face, loads of baby hair on my forehead, and a small nose lol. The least glamorous individual you’ll ever meet (or one of). My secret weapon are my eyes and I use them against my parents at times to try and get what I want (within reason, like a box of pastries or something) your girl loves the guava-cream cheese croissants. 🥐

[sirenascales]

Himeno is NOT A GROOMER. WORDS HAVE MEANINGS. Aki is NOT 19. He is 3 years Denji's senior by means of working at Public Safety. He smokes and drinks, and you have to be in your 20s to do that in jpn! The math maths! And besides, we dont even have concrete, canonical set ages for Aki and Himeno! Relax!

What she did with Denji was gross and I won't ever defend that, but seeing as how she was drunk off her fucking ass, so much so that she didn't even remember the night before, it's safe to say that neither of them were capable of consent. Seeing Denji is clearly underage and Himeno was black out drunk and not of sound mind. Those are two situations where both parties CANNOT consent. It was a shitty fucking situation overall to be in, Denji because he was so easily to manipulate at the time and for Himeno who's coping mechanism being alcohol and sex left her in situations she probably wouldn't be in if she wasn't so messed up. She clearly only liked Aki anyways.

You don't have to like her, cause I get it. I'm a csa victim and have been preyed on by adults as a teen. But god am i fucking tired of seeing yall throw the word pedophile around willy nilly. Just stop!

Stop putting her in the same likes as fucking Makima lmfao

ALSO: stop being fucking hypocrites judging mofos who like Makima when I know yall be stanning other villains and murderers lmfao

like get a grip, actually learn how to read and analyze shit, and stop throwing words around to make yourself seem smart. Its silly

[shmreduplication]

Three types of baseball hats on kickstarter:

plain black "smart" "high tech" hat that is just ultralight sportswear fabric in the shape of a hat. They talk about how "hats these days are awful for putting in your bag because they always get crumpled, not that you'd want a baseball hat anyway because they're covered in bRaNdInG" so their hat can crumple smaller than a mosquito but doesn't hold creases, and the video is b-roll of some Kendall Roy looking mofo in a suit and a plain black baseball hat*

these are rarer but kickstarters that are trying to fix another problem with the technological aspect of baseball hats, usually the customizability. That's right, there are a surprising amount of modular baseball hat kickstarters. Instead of having one brand permanently affixed to your forehead, why not attach different logos with velcro or magnets or a whiteboard (ok that one was a gag gift that i saw on poshmark but it's playing on the same concept) or have a literal screen with an associated app! or fi you don't care about branding, why not a fully modular baseball hat? take apart each of the panels and brim and closure and make htem all reversible with really ugly zipper seams connecting all of them. Or don't have it be modular but attach lights to it, or bone conduction headphones

artists who are trying to sell hats that for the most part I like, but if I love the hat then it's no longer for sale on their website, assuming they have a separate one from the instagram that they set up just to advertise for the kickstarter (adrianus kundert please I am begging you do another run of the woven baseball hats, i had a dream about it i yearn for it)

*I have one of these foldable sports hats (did not buy on kickstarter tho) and it fits worse than any of my other hats because it has a stretchy band to grip onto my head/hair except I have v nice bleached+dyed curly hair so the elastic is constantly threatening to slip off. If I was bald or had a corporate man's haircut like the idiots who designed it then it would work perfectly but like ultimately I want a hat to sit on my head rather than use a giant rubber band around my forehead to hold it on