#// guy who can relate to his character that he was made to act so much he'll go fucking bonkers and say he loves him

[jackass-jones]

I’m pretty thankful for the fact that the letter has never been too popular cuz I know if it was I’d have to see the absolute worst takes about Luke Wright

[m0e-ru]

imgoing to fucking cry masamisan did a whole character and music video analysis for his blorbo godbless his soul

[child0feden]

HORROR FLICKS ARE THE BEST CHICK FLICKS

max verstappen x horror nepo baby! zombie! reader

faceclaim: assorted but mainly sherri moon zombie

୨୧ max won the vote so here you go! there are some inaccuracies like rob zombie didn’t make the silent hill film, house of 1000 corpses came out in 2003 and stuff but hey, it’s fanfic, let me live <3

reading music recommendations: living dead girl by rob zombie - house of 1000 corpses by rob zombie

ynzombie: throwback to when little me was in my first ever horror movie ( and movie in general ) dad had me doing child labour for free because i’m his daughter… so sad 💔

robzombie ✔️: little liar, i paid you with candy and put money into your pre adult account 🖤

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maxverstappen ✔️: you were adorable liefde ❤️ though how you were in movies like this so young, i don’t know…

> ynzombie ✔️: thank you maxie moo <3 the horror love just runs in my love babe, you know that

ynlnhorrorqueen: a horror icon was born the day this movie came out…

> zombiesloveynzombie: a horror icon was born the day the world knew she existed lmao 😭

landonorris ✔️: you were a funny looking kid

> ynzombie ✔️: get the fuck OUT of here oh my god 😭 i genuinely might get my dad to cast someone who looks like you as a victim in his next film (spoiler alert: you will NOT be a final girl, you’ll be the dumbass who falls over a pinecone and gets decapitated)

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> landonorris ✔️: 😟

lewishamilton ✔️: fucking hell… i saw this when it first came out! and you were a baby then and you’re a grown up now… feel well old now! so nice seeing how far you’ve come love ❤️

> ynzombie ✔️: you are old, practically a fossil at this point! thank you lewis

ynzombie: house of 1000 corpses came out in theatres yesterday… did you guys love it? i know i fucking LOVED filming it and my dad LOVED making it ❤️

lewishamilton ✔️: loved it! incredible work yn, definitely a new favourite

> ynzombie: thank you lewis! i NEED to bring you on set next time

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robzombie ✔️: no cursing

> ynzombie ✔️: i… dad have you seen the i do in your movies? i think you should be okay with cursing 😭

> robzombie ✔️: i’m kidding honey, curse all you want, you’re sure as shit old enough

zombiesloveynzombie: this movie… oh my god! yn zombie you should be imprisoned for making me obsessed with a character like baby firefly…

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> maxverstrapon: max liking this comment lmao? sir can you even watch this movie?

> iluvf1: let him be 😭 he’s just supporting his gf

maxverstappen ✔️: so proud of you liefde ❤️

> ynzombie ✔️: i’m so proud of YOU for sitting through it without gagging at a nasty scene <3

> maxverstappen ✔️: i try, for you

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ynzombiehorrorqueen: i love how since yn was born and old enough, rob has basically never made any project without her being in it 🥺 he loves his daughter so much

landonorris ✔️: you’re a funny looking adult too actually…

> ynzombie ✔️: hope you die

> landonorris ✔️: maxverstappen come get yn she’s acting crazy again

> maxverstappen ✔️: i’m on her side this time, sorry mate

> landonorris ✔️: “ this time ” you’re ALWAYS on her side, she could skin me alive and roast me over a fire right in front of you and you’d be on her side

> maxverstappen ✔️: sounds like a you problem

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ynzombie: finally took max to meet daddy dearest! he only sat in the car shaking for about 20 minutes ❣️

robzombie ✔️: he’s an alright kid, your mother loved the flowers, bring him around again soon hon 🖤

> ynzombie ✔️: for sure <3

danielricciardio ✔️: how’d you get him out of the redbull gear?

> ynzombie ✔️: told him my dad HATES redbull

> zombiesloveynzombie: LMAO 😭

maxverstrapon: bringing her mom flowers, helping her mom in the kitchen, opening the wine, wearing something not redbull related… this man wants to be parent approved SO BAD LMAO

maxverstappen ✔️: it wasn’t so bad, thank you for convincing me to come liefde ❤️

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> ynzombie ✔️: i’m just glad you were comfortable maxie ❤️ love you lots

> iluvyn: she needed to convince him to come? omg…

> oldf1lvr: to be fair if my girlfriends dad was a horror director and i knew nothing about horror and could barely even sit through them i’d be pretty scared too 😭

> iluvf1: not to mention that her dad is just ROB FUCKING ZOMBIE? how was he not supposed to be scared? lmao

ynzombie: sneak peek at mine and my dad’s new project! won’t be out for a while but i wanted to feed you guys ❤️

lewishamilton ✔️: can’t wait for this one yn! looks great already

> ynzombie ✔️: can’t wait to hear what you think when you see the full thing :D

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> iluvf1: yn and lewis’ friendship will never not be adorable to me, they’re so close 🥹

> loveuyn: i mean, he LOVES all of her dads movies so it makes sense that they really easily befriended each other when max brought her to the grid for the first time

zombiesloveynzombie: yn playing another psycho ass bitch that i’m going to be obsessed with… I CANT WAIT

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maxverstappen ✔️: i think this one might be my favourite…

> ynzombie ✔️: because i kill characters who wanted to fuck my character?

> maxverstappen ✔️: yes :)

> maxverstrapon: max sitting through his girlfriends movies despite hating horror will always be SO CUTE to me, he lovesss her

maxverstappen: she’s a 10 but she’s got a bit of a big ego ( she’s rewatching all of her own movies ) ❤️

ynzombie ✔️: hm… okay then

> loveuyn: max is so going to regret saying this… i just know it, we all know how petty yn can get, even over a joke lmao 😭

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landonorris ✔️: 🫣

lewishamilton ✔️: oh mate…

> maxverstappen ✔️: what? what’s happening? what have i done?

danielricciardo ✔️: 😶

ynzombie: according to my lovely boyfriend, i have a large ego… i don’t know guys… anyways here’s some pictures from our weekend ❤️

maxverstappen ✔️: yn i’m begging you delete that first picture before your father sees it

> ynzombie ✔️: this is what you get for saying i had a big ego

> maxverstappen ✔️: i was KIDDING, liefde, please i beg you, delete

> ynzombie ✔️: i’m not deleting it

robzombie ✔️: yn, hon, would you ask your boyfriend to go into another room and call me? 🖤

> ynzombie ✔️: sure will dad!

> lewishamilton ✔️: maxverstappen good luck mate 👍

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maxverstrapon: the picture of him helping her clean the fake blood out of her hair… i want what they have 💔

> iluvf1: max is about to face the wrath of a father and you’re talking about that???

> maxverstrapon: ITS A CUTE PICTURE 😭

⋆ ˚｡⋆ ୨୧ ˚ NEW ADDED BONUS ˚ ୨୧ ⋆｡˚ ⋆

the aftermath of a call from a concerned father

[demodraws0606]

Jax's fear of being trapped and what that might imply about his past/future

Hello 2 days ago i've developped a chronic case of Brainrotting about Jax, tragic I know.

I'm kinda basing this slightly of what Gooseworx have said in QnAs though I will not rely on it because I think purely relying on a creator's words and not the media isn't really satisfying.

The main thing that stood out to me in this episode with Jax was that he seems to fear punishement.

He seems really freaked out when Gangle proposed the idea of Cain punishing him...

And then he immediatly goes to Zooble to be like "lol you don't believe Cain actually could punish us right ?" and while he's proven right at the end of the episode, the fact that he immediatly tries to seek reassurance that he wouldn't get punished says a lot. In fact in his expressions he looks both sides while saying it almost like he seems...unsure/anxious (idk the right word).

Also when he's brought into the employee training scene. He's weirdly...afraid and shaken by it ?? (not showing the screenshot cos everyone remembers that scene).

Which like, I understand that was terrifying but it was a strangely strong reaction to something that...light ? I mean he wasn't brainwashed or anything. I might be stretching it but all of it, including the scene's purpose makes me wonder if it brought Jax bad memories of...something.

After that scene happens, he completely acts normal and stops trying to be a dick completely.

Now this isn't a convo about weither that's Jax's true self and his jerk self is a persona. People are trying way too hard to either try to make him a one dimensional asshole or secretly a good guy which like he's neither he's a bastard with layers. But that's not what this is about so ANYWAYS.

All of this made me wonder what was Jax's main Thing, more so his theme or the thing that makes him tick.

We know with Gangle it's her issue with masking (her dreams, how she feels, etc...), Ragatha being a people pleaser, Zooble's body dysmorphia, King's memories and how they link with the loss of his wife and Pomni's desire for companionship.

For Jax we actually don't really know other than...he's a dick and he's using it to cope which like....duh ?

But with this episode and also a little thing that I got from researching QnAs (because i'm normal and chill like that) made me realise what could Jax's Thing.

A Fear of Consequences and being Trapped

Now the main thing that drove this thought was me finding out Gooseworx assigning a song to Jax which is this one.

Don't fence me in, huh....

That line meaning a desire to not be restricted and not losing their freedom.

This makes me think this is probably what Jax's character is at least partially about, or more so...his biggest fear. Being restricted, reprimended or trapped.

I think in part that fear could be related to his past, which I'm gonna throw my cards here, my own personal theory is that he was stuck in juvenile detention for misbehaving as a kid. That experience traumatising him enough that he was probably similar to the Jax we've seen at the end of episode 4, just Tired.

Now does it Necessarely have to be a juvenile detention center, honestly no ? But it's the thing that makes the most sense in my head.

Either way this also explains a lot of things about his behavior in the circus.

He's now secluded in a space with absolutely 0 Consequences, the one person who can dish it out is an AI who is probably programmed to never harm humans (directly at least). He's even proven right at the end of episode 4.

I think what led to Jax's shit behavior was this realisation that this is pretty much now his Safe Heaven. In real life he can't just be who he wants to be, there's potential consequences that he's afraid of.

Now I know I'm gonna hear like "oh so you just think Jax is an asshole by nature", I don't think he is (i don't think he's ever been a nice person his life but like there's a difference here), I genuinely think he's not more so being himself rather that it's just that he's overcompensating for the lack of freedom that he's felt his entire life.

In a way it's similar to how people act on the internet.

Imagine that you were a misbehaving kid and you were reprimended HARSHLY for it, to the point where you're not really fixed per say but you're stuck being terrified of even being slightly flawed.

But now here he is, in a place where death doesn't matter, the harm he does doesn't matter and the one person who can actually hurt him just gives him weird shenanigans that give him opportunities to lash out.

However, there's a tiny little problem...

This fantasy cannot last forever forever and I'm not talking about them getting out because as far as they know it's out of the cards for them.

It's very much clear that the circus with the arrival of Pomni is becoming more tight knit and less divided, creating a more solid friendship group with the help of Pomni being an actual normal nice human person (Zooble is nice too but they're more jaded and too depressed to deal with most of everything, and Ragatha is a whole baggage).

It's becoming increasingly clear in the episodes themselves as well that, Jax can't just be an asshole anymore. Every episode since episode 1 has led to him being reprimended or him not being given what he wants. The group is becoming closer and they're sick of his bullshit.

He also probably doesn't like being alone and hated. We see him seeming sad at the talk of Kofmo's funeral before having to go back to being angry and dismissive in his facial expression.

Maybe he really did want to go to Kofmo's funeral but like would anyone actually believe he would be genuine, after being an asshole for so long would it really be worth for Jax to just break it all right there.

But it's clear he's also not really enjoying being alone.

Jax in a way is basically burrying a hole for himself. Being an asshole was his perfect dream after probably living a life of boredom and repression but now that this consequenceless existence has finally revealed itself to just be a mirage, he's now unable to access the things he really needs.

Actual friendship.

It's clear that the Digital Circus has a point of companionship being extremely important, in fact when we get mentions of Kofmo's abstracting we get also mentions about how no one really founds his jokes funny. Kinger mentioning how making someone feel alone and unwanted is the worst thing you could do to someone. Gangle is saved by Pomni and Zooble's presence.

However there's no one at fault for Jax's isolation, he only has himself to blame.

Ive got more but i'm tired so hope you guys enjoyed it.

[riordanness]

fictional — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

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warnings: none

‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

[justarandombrit]

Believe it or not, I did in fact go to see Spies Are Forever (you'd never know from looking at my blog), and, as usual, I wrote down some notes. My memory is shit so I'll probably update this with additions when I remember more, but for now, below the cut...

Act 1:

. They played Show Stoppin' Number and so many people were singing along

. It started midway through them playing The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

. Joey: “Sorry to anyone who thought they were seeing Wizard Of Oz. Although, this show has many friends of Dorothy”

. Emily Proudlock has a beautiful voice. The microphone was struggling a little at the start, though lmao

. THEY GOT AN ACTUAL BANANA PEEL

. Oliver Ormson (Owen) called Curt “Mega” which in the show he doesn't do until he becomes the DMA (not a criticism, just interesting)

. Owen said the “A man needs his privacy”(?) line, so Owen and Barb have officially interacted now

. I love Brian's Informant. His French accent was so over the top

. Brian stared at Clark when he said “The Deadliest Man Alive” until Clark played the keyboard sting. And then whenever anyone else said it throughout the show, he played it.

. They left in a huge awkward silence when the DMA was waiting for Sergio and it was so funny

. Sergio sounded so awkward when he said “You guys can relate, right?”

. Joey fucking SCREAMED “PLEASE!” during Sergio's little Somebody's Gotta Do It reprise

. “The Deadliest Man Alive disarms Mega and escapes”

“He does?”

. Dean John Wilson walked back on stage after his exit, said “The Deadliest Man” and left again

. Okay, so Claire M. Hall is a perfect Cynthia

. You guys are gonna crucify me for this, but I actually liked her Eyes On The Prize I better than Lauren's…

. Joey was making the weirdest faces during Eyes On The Prize II

. Curt cocked his head at Hallucination!Owen and Owen shrugged and mouthed “I don't know” at him

. I LOVE EMILY OOI’S BARB!!!!!! She did a cute little dance during “It's actually a gun!”

. Obioma (Curt) pretending his beard had been shaved lmao

. No Richard Big appearance sadly

. Curt was even more oblivious about Tatiana hitting on him than in the actual show

. The Nazi ensemble stuck around throughout the whole scene and kept gasping when Curt called them villains

. THEY MADE NOT SO BAD… EVEN MORE NOT SO BAD

. “SAY WE GOT A BIT LOST, WITH THE WHOLE HOLO–” *looks at ensemble* “ehh…”

. “WE DID ALL WE COULD DO TO poopoo THE JEW”

. They didn't make the audience chant, which was… probably for the best

. Von Nazi yelled “I'm a big boy! A BIG BOY” at Mega then walked off without using his knees

. Curt groaned and hung his head when the DMA said “I'm gonna torture the living shite outta you”

. Actually gasped at the overlapping “Doesn't even matter if I killed my best friend” and “To show you the horror of staying alive”, even though I knew it was coming

. The homoeroticism 🤌🤌🤌🤌

Act 2:

. I WAS ON THE SAME ROW AS A.J. FUCKING HOLMES AND DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL JOEY SHOUTED HIM OUT

. Joey shouted out loads of cosplayers still in character as Vanger Borschtit

. Everyone was so excited about Vanger Borschtit, and Joey made everyone cheer for an acceptable amount of time “for his reel”

. The new We Love the Prince lyrics really are so much better (also what did he do to the Pope?!?!?)

. Vanger Borschtit was DISTRAUGHT when the prince died

. Obioma stared so blankly into the audience at “Or whatever it is you boys do in the rumpus room”

. I think out of all of the new cast members, Evelyn Hoskins (Tatiana) sounded the most like the original actor (she was also so cool)

. Obioma actually sung the little “Very good place to start” Sound Of Music reference and Tatiana looked so annoyed

. Tatiana was SO into Doing This up until the kiss (which wasn't a real kiss lmao)

. MRS MEGAAAAAAAAAA

. The lights flashed rainbow after the line “So we're just… friends?”

. Curt looked straight at Barb when he said “Some of us may die”

. Curt paused before he drank the shot, and then started drinking a load and everyone stared at him, really concerned. It was a really neat piece of acting

. Von Nazi kept stressing how he had no idea how Feurgin was killed

. The Informant looked so concerned at the start of NSB reprise, then actually kinda got into it

. Jak Malone (Von Nazi) made his death SO DRAMATIC. He fell to the ground and went “Ow, my back! Ow, my front! Ow, my…self” and then got up and bowed

. Owen stood behind the DMA and they just spun around while Joey narrated

. Joey: “THE DEADLIEST MAN ALIVE FALLS DOWN THROUGH A HIDDEN TRAP DOOR IN THE STAGE–”

. ONE STEP AHEAD JSTSKTKEYYKDKFYFUHDYSWWGDJFKGKFDHSGSTSFJKGKGKGJDSYSYIFKF I'M NOT OKAY

Dean: *Crouch-walks away*

. Owen stared directly at Curt (and addressed him instead of Tatiana) when he said “Don't slip up” and loads of people “Ooh”ed

. Owen seemed actually on the verge of tears in Spies Are Forever (Reprise)

. He also fully yelled “You're a caveman!”

. They changed the line “Taking your advice” to “Moving on”, just like Curt (I think it was Curt? Edit: IT WAS JOEY) wanted in the livestream

. The speech before Spy Again (Reprise) was so good. Everyone came out on stage and it was all just incredible

. SPIES ARE FOREVER, IT'S A MUSICAAAAAAAAALLLLLL……. IT'S ABOUT SPIES!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

There's something in the differing emphasis that Brad and Hunter and Charles place on the phrase "good guy" that really affected me on my first watch and hit even harder on my second. I'm going to try and put it into words.

When Brad and Hunter say it, they say "we're good guys", as in, good at everything a guy "should" be good at - good at sports, popular with the ladies, on their way to a good university. But they turn out to be total shitheads. They don't care about being "good", they just care about their reputation, how they're perceived. It's status and power - they're good guys and they feel entitled to do whatever they want.

But when Charles, feeling betrayed by this reveal of their character, says he wanted them to be good guys, the emphasis is completely different. Charles wants to be a "good guy". He doesn't want to be a "bad guy".

The emphasis is on good, because that's really the crux of Charles' greatest fears, isn't it?

When Charles wants to be a good guy, he doesn't mean it the way Brad and Hunter do; that veneer of goodness that comes with popularity. He means that nothing he did was ever good enough for his dad. Doing the good thing and helping that kid his "friends" were beating up literally got him killed. Trying to stop Devlin only got him trapped in the loop, stuck until his friends freed him, only able to watch helplessly as a mother and her innocent children get slashed to death before his eyes.

And it's this helplessness that is the thing that truly sets him off at the end of episode 4.

It always struck me just how much of his breakdown there, for as much as he finally gives a voice to his own hurt at the injustice of his situation, was still about other people. Because he was secure-ish, at one point, when he was Edwin's partner and protector. He thought he did a good job at it anyways, but guess not, because something obviously happened with Edwin and he's not talking to him about it. And he likes to think he did good with solving cases, but Crystal is still hurting and haunted by a demon and nearly threw herself off a cliff earlier that day because she wants her parents so badly, and he's no closer to helping her solve that. And all of it, every single part of it, is a reflection of his own unresolved trauma; that he never "made it better" and he can't, so now he tries to be good enough for other people, but that isn't working anymore either, and now someone is threatening to take Edwin away, and even this final shocking act of anger and violence is still in service of protecting; of saving someone from the suffering he was never able to escape except by fucking dying.

His anger, really, stems from the injustice of it all, and the abuse of power by guys who can get away with it because they're guys, when they should've, could've, been good to others instead. It's a large part of why he projected so strongly onto Brad and Hunter - they did everything right, they were good guys who got screwed over, because even if everyone seems to love you, there's always that one person you can never please, right? Who will hurt you, no matter how good you are. When it's revealed that Brad and Hunter are far more like his bullies, like Devlin, like his dad, than he'd thought - controlling, intolerant, cruel to those who "step out of line" - Charles feels betrayed and horrified because he related to them... so what does that say about him?

But here's one major difference that Charles does not seem to recognize well. Charles has never had the power in these situations. He was the victim, and his being the victim is through no fault of his own, but the fault of those who decided to be cruel. It is certainly not contingent on how good he is. Being good in the eyes of people who want to hurt you will not stop them from hurting you.

When he lashes out at the Night Nurse, it's out of helplessness and rage. Once again, he's pitted against someone who holds more power than he does and is threatening harm, and he's just been bitterly, brutally reminded that a smile and a helping hand and a firm word never, ever worked to make it stop. There's only one other way he can think of to shift the balance of power, and he's finally livid enough to actually do it. This violence is a desperate attempt to finally overcome yet another force much greater than him, a transdimensional entity that has unjustly arrived to take his best friend to Hell. And Charles wins, he did it, he stopped her, at least for the moment. But at what cost, when he looks at his friends and can't tell whether they look more scared for him or of him? And can he blame them, when he's clearly scared of his own anger and how overwhelming it is now that it's been let out?

Because he tries so hard to be good and it's never good enough to stop the suffering. Because that anger rose to the surface so easily and maybe that means he's not good at all.

But of course, Charles once again misses something important here - there is a distinction in why that anger exists. His dad, Devlin, and Brad and Hunter get angry because their power over others makes them feel they have a right to punish when things don't go their way. Charles gets angry because he feels more helpless than he'd care to admit, and seeing cruelty inflicted onto others by those with power makes him want to cut them down to size.

And herein lies the second major difference. Charles... is a kind person, at heart. He's genuine. He really does likes helping out, he likes making people happy, he doesn't turn people away who need help, he's friendly and protective. The scene where Edwin pulls him out of his fear that he's somehow bad even though he really doesn't want to be, is outright one of my favourite scenes for what it brings to both of their characters. Edwin knows exactly what to say. While it's always good to check your behaviour, to apologize and take accountability - because no one can be good all the time, and even the most well-intentioned of us will mess up sometimes - Edwin is right.

"Bad guys do not worry about being bad guys."

[szariahwroteit]

FUNGIRL A Trent Alexander-Arnold + Original Character Erotic Series

Chapter 3

18+ Minors DNI

“Is there something you want to ask her?” Trent smirked knowingly, addressing the sporadic glances Marcel had been giving Amber when he thought no one was looking. He'd arrived at Trent’s house earlier that afternoon, surprised his brother had a guest staying over. A fucking stunning one at that.

“No, but you're lucky you got there first,” Marcel smiled teasingly at his older brother. “And she’s a lawyer.” Despite being related to arguably one of the brightest stars in British sports, Amber’s career was impressive to say the least, and somewhat a novelty to him. 

Trent raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh, so that’s why you're all flustered?” he laughed. 

Marcel shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’m not flustered.” He said in playful defence of his brother’s accusation. “And don’t act like you don’t find it sexy.” 

“I find everything about her sexy, that’s why she’s here with me,” Trent shot back, a smug grin spreading across his face. He loved the playful rivalry they had, but it was clear that Amber had sparked something in both of them. 

“Oh please,” Marcel continued, leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated nonchalance. “You know I could take her  off your hands if I wanted to.”

Trent shook his head, the glint in his eyes betraying his mock annoyance. “You’re delusional if you think you can compete with me.”

Their banter turned into laughter, but the tension in the room shifted when Amber walked into the space, her bare feet padding against the kitchen floor as she wore one of Trent’s hoodies and pair of leggings, her thick and shiny black hair pulled back into a lazy bun. 

“Can I join you guys or is this a private brother conversation?” Amber asked, her voice light and curious as she leaned against the doorframe, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Marcel felt his heart skip a beat. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and the sight of her in that oversized hoodie made him want to know what was underneath, but he respected his brother far too much, and he certainly wasn’t a man with the palette for someone else’s sloppy seconds.

“Come here,” Trent smiled, motioning for her to come towards him with a nod of his head before opening his arms so she could walk into his embrace. 

Pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, his other hand coming to rest on the small of her back. 

Marcel watched in amusement as Amber and his brother shared a moment, the easy intimacy between them evident. It was clear that Trent had a soft spot for her, and Marcel couldn’t help but feel an inkling. He wasn’t about to make any verbal accusations or assumptions, but it was clear these were two people who liked one another. 

He laughed as Trent’s hand slipped to Amber’s behind, a boyish smile on his face as he gripped her flesh before she pushed it away and took a step back, slightly flustered. 

After such an emotional evening that transpired into a night of intense and passionate sex, Trent wanted to be close to her both physically and emotionally. He knew he wasn’t ready for the level of commitment and sacrifice that came with labels and titles, but he genuinely felt for Amber. 

Trent's eyes lit up with amusement as he noticed Marcel's lingering gaze on Amber, his brother's teasing tone and subtle competitiveness sparking a playful rivalry between them. He tightened his arm around Amber's shoulders, pulling her closer to him as if to mark her as his.

"Are you hungry?” he asked into her ear, his lips ghosting against the shell as his hands found her waist again. 

Amber turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushing at the closeness. “I could eat,” she replied, her voice soft and inviting. “What do you have in mind?”

“I want to take you to dinner later, but for now I'm sure there is something in the fridge we can whip up,” Trent explained. 

“We?” Amber asked, causing Marcel to fall out laughing as Trent rolled his eyes in mock exasperation.

“Yes we,” Trent confirmed as he turned her body away from his so he could guide her over to the refrigerator, pulling it open to see what they had to choose from. 

Browsing Trent’s fridge which held more liquids than any other food group, Amber pulled out a pack of steaks, a recipe instantly coming to mind. 

“Do you have taco ingredients here?” Amber asked over her shoulder, pulling open the draw of his refrigerator in search of vegetation. 

“Whatever isn't here I'd be happy to go and grab as long as I'm included in this,” Marcel said as he nodded his head towards the steak on Trent’s counter. 

Amber turned to Marcel, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I officially like you more than your brother.” she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. 

Trent feigned a gasp, placing a hand over his heart in mock betrayal. “How could you say that? I’m the one who brought you here!” 

Marcel chuckled, enjoying the banter. “Yeah, but I’m the one who’s offering to help. Plus, I’m way better looking.” He winked at Amber, who laughed, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

“Okay, okay,” Amber said, raising her hands in surrender. “You both have your merits. But I’m leaning towards Marcel right now.” 

Trent rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto his face. “Whatever, he's a ‘pick me’,” he said, shaking his head in playful disdain.

Using his brother's phone to send Marcel a list of ingredients before he left the house to grab what they needed, Amber turned attention to the steak, removing it from its packaging as Trent came to stand behind her. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against the back of her neck as his hands slipped beneath the hoodie she wore, wrapping around her waist. 

Things between them were not as tense as they had been the evening before, but he knew the hurt she felt wasn't going to disappear overnight. 

Whether or not he meant to, his actions had hurt Amber and he wanted to make things right. They were both single by definition, but that didn't mean he could treat her like her feelings didn't matter.

Amber leaned back into him, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of his embrace. “Thank you,” she said softly, tilting her head slightly to look at him. “I know things got a little intense yesterday, and I'm sorry for off-loading on you in the way I did.”

“Do not apologize to me,” Trent sighed, his fingers gently tracing the smooth skin of her stomach. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

She turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his. “I’m okay, really. I enjoyed last night, but I also understand that we’re both figuring things out. I don’t want to put any pressure on you.”

He nodded, appreciating her understanding. “I like you, Amber. I really do. But I’m not sure I’m ready for anything serious right now.”

Amber smiled softly, her expression warm and reassuring. “I get it.”

In all honesty, she didn't but far too much had gone on in the last twenty-four hours. The hurt was still a little fresh and she knew that if she pressed too hard, it could push him away. “I just want to enjoy the time we have together without any expectations,” she added, her voice steady.

“Can I kiss you?” Trent asked, taking his bottom lip between his perfect rows of teeth as he gazed down at her. 

Amber's heart raced at the question, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling within her. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way he looked at her made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“Yeah,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’d like that.”

Trent leaned in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn’t. Instead, she tilted her head up slightly, closing the distance between them. His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first as if he was gauging her reaction. 

The kiss deepened, and Amber melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she pulled him closer. It was sweet and soft, filled with an unspoken understanding of the complexities between them.

Lifting Amber onto the kitchen counter, Trent settled between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs as he deepened the kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own bubble of warmth and connection. 

Amber could feel the heat radiating from him, and the way he held her made her heart race. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. The kiss was intoxicating, a mix of passion and tenderness that left her breathless.

Reaching for the hem of his hoodie, Trent pulled it over her head, groaning at the sight of her breast in the dainty lace-trimmed camisole she wore beneath it. 

His hands instinctively moved to her waist, fingers brushing against her skin as he took a moment to appreciate the way she looked. The soft fabric of her camisole contrasted beautifully with the warmth of her skin, and he felt a rush of desire course through him.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice low and filled with admiration. “You’re stunning.”

Amber felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, a shy smile spreading across her lips. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The way he looked at her made her feel beautiful and desired, and she couldn’t help but lean into him even more.

Trent leaned in again, capturing her lips with his, the kiss igniting a fire between them. He deepened the kiss, his hands exploring the curves of her body, tracing the outline of her hips and the small of her back. Amber responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, wanting to feel every bit of him against her.

The kitchen around them faded into the background as they lost themselves in each other. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they were deepening at that moment. 

“Are you sure about this?” Trent murmured against her lips, his breath warm and inviting. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable, and that they were both on the same page.

Amber nodded, her heart racing with excitement. “I am. I want this, Trent. I want you.”

With her words, Trent felt a surge of confidence. He kissed her again, more passionately this time, as if he were trying to convey everything he felt for her in that single moment. His hands roamed freely, exploring the softness of her skin, the way her body responded to his touch igniting a primal urge within him.

As they kissed, the sound of the front door opening broke through their bubble, and they both froze, eyes wide. Marcel’s voice echoed through the house, calling out, “I’m back! Did I miss anything?”

Trent pulled away from Amber, a mix of amusement and frustration on his face. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

Amber giggled, the tension breaking as she slid off the counter, trying to regain her composure. “Guess we should act normal,” she said, her cheeks still flushed.

“Normal? After that?” Trent shot her a teasing look, but he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right. Let’s just pretend we weren’t about to fu—”

“About to what?” Marcel interrupted as he walked into the kitchen, a bag of groceries in hand. He raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of them with a knowing smirk.

The hoodie Amber wore before he left Trent’s house had been discarded on the floor, instead, she stood in a camisole that made Marcel clear his throat and look away from her out of respect for both Amber and his brother. 

“Mind your business,” Trent said, picking up his hoodie and handing it back to Amber, who quickly slipped it back on, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss and the sudden interruption. 

Taking the bag of groceries from Marcel, Amber turned away from the brothers and focused on the task at hand unable to face Trent’s younger brother. 

Emptying the grocery bag, Amber took the vegetables she’d requested over to the sink so she could wash them, before getting started on lunch. 

A little over two hours later, the only sounds in Trent’s living room came from the television or an exhalation of breath. Three eaten from plates sat on the coffee table in front of them as they watched the television. 

Amber sat in Trent’s lap, her head on his shoulder as he sat with his arm wrapped around her, his lips ghosting against her temple every time he spoke or moved his head. 

“Are you still up for going to dinner later?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he stroked her hair gently.

Amber lifted her head slightly, meeting his gaze. “I’d love to,” she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

“I made reservations for the two of us at a new Chinese restaurant I've been meaning to try,” Trent said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“That sounds fantastic! What time are we going?” Amber replied, her enthusiasm evident. 

“Seven o’clock,” Trent said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “We have a little time to relax before we head out. I just wanted to make sure you still want to.”

Amber smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement at the thought of their dinner, they'd been on dates before, but something about this particular invite felt special, or maybe she was just reading into things further than need be. 

Marcel left once the movie they were watching came to an end, leaving Trent and Amber alone again as they prepared to head out for dinner. 

Leaving Trent in his living room, Amber made her way upstairs to shower and put herself together. By the time Trent made it upstairs, Amber was dressed in a short, long-sleeve black dress that fit her body like a glove.

“You look perfect,” Trent murmured as he came into his bedroom to join her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before making a beeline to his closet. 

Amber felt her heart flutter at the compliment, a warm blush creeping up her cheeks. “Thanks! I wanted to look nice,” she replied, twirling slightly to show off the dress. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, and she felt confident and beautiful.

Trent rummaged through his closet, pulling out a fitted black cashmere sweater. “You definitely succeeded,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at her. “I might need to step up my game.”

“Don’t worry, you always look good,” Amber teased, leaning against the doorframe and watching him as he dressed. There was something undeniably attractive about the way he moved, the confidence he exuded as he slipped his shirt on.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he shot back with a playful grin, adjusting his top and giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “But seriously, I’m glad you’re here. I know it didn't come to be out of the best circumstances, but I enjoy having you here.”

Amber felt a warmth spread through her at his words. “I’m glad to be here too,” she replied sincerely, stepping closer to him. “It’s nice to have someone to share this time with, especially after everything.”

Trent turned to face her, his expression softening. “I know things have been a bit complicated, but I really appreciate how understanding you’ve been. It means a lot to me.”

“Of course,” Amber said, her heart swelling. “I think we’re both just trying to figure things out, and that’s okay.”

He nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. “Exactly. And I’m looking forward to tonight. Just us, good food, and hopefully some after-dinner entertainment.” Trent smiled knowingly. 

Amber blushed as she met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement at the implication behind his words. “After-dinner entertainment, huh? What do you have in mind?” she asked, her voice playful.

Trent stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I was thinking we could continue what we started earlier in the kitchen,” he said, his tone teasing yet sincere. “But only if you’re up for it.”

Amber felt her heart race at the thought. “I’m definitely up for it,” she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have dinner to enjoy first.”

“True,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “But I can’t help but think about how much I enjoy you.”

“Me too,” Amber admitted, her cheeks flushing. “I like this… whatever this is between us.”

Trent reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I like it too. And I want to make sure we take our time with it. No pressure, just enjoying each other’s company.”

“Agreed,” Amber said. 

Once they were both ready Amber and Trent left his house to head over to the upscale restaurant he'd made their reservation at. 

Amber found it intriguing how much like her, the rest of the world seemed to bend to the will of the premier league star. The moment they set foot into the restaurant they were greeted by a waiter who led them to a rather private and concealed table at the back of the room. 

The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft lighting casting a golden glow over the elegant decor. Amber felt a thrill of excitement as they settled into their seats, the intimacy of the setting amplifying the connection she felt with Trent.

“This place is beautiful,” she remarked, glancing around at the tasteful artwork adorning the walls and the delicate arrangements of flowers on each table. “I can see why you wanted to come here.”

Trent smiled, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “I thought you’d like it. The food is supposed to be good, and I figured it would be a nice change of pace for us.”

As they perused the menu, Amber couldn’t help but steal glances at Trent. He looked effortlessly handsome in his fitted sweater, the way he carried himself exuding confidence. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of anticipation and nervousness as she thought about how the evening might unfold.

The food in the restaurant was amazing and the company was even better, by the time they left dinner both Trent and Amber had a light buzz, his hand resting comfortably on the small of her back as they walked out into the cool night air.

Trent stalked behind Amber as she led the way back towards his car, the swell of her ass in the little black dress she wore toying with him in the worst way. The soft jiggle of her ass did nothing to quell the heat pooling in his core. Each step she took seemed to send electric shocks of desire through his body, igniting a fire that was dangerously close to spilling over. The streetlights cast a warm glow, highlighting her curves and creating shadows that danced playfully around them.

Trent's thoughts wandered as he admired the way her dress clung to her every curve—it was a perfect fit, designed to tease and tantalize. He could picture her in his mind, that playful smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eye. The more he watched her, the stronger his urge became to close the distance between them.

Amber turned suddenly, sensing his gaze, and caught him watching her with an amused smile. “Enjoying the view?” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she swayed slightly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, voice low and gravelly as he reached for her, playfully taking a handful of her ass. 

Amber chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully swatted Trent's hand away from her rear. "Keep your hands to yourself," she teased, though there was a hint of breathlessness in her voice that belied her words.

She sauntered closer to him, the stilettos clicking on the pavement of the quiet street accentuating the sway of her hips. Leaning in, Amber trailed a finger down his chest before hooking it into his belt loop. "Besides, I think we both know you're not here for the view alone." Her gaze dropped to his crotch where he was already starting to harden and tent in his pants.

Trent let out a low groan at her touch and subtle innuendo. The coil of tension between them grew tighter by the second. He gripped her hip possessively as he leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss filled with pent-up desire.

“Behave,” he warned pulling away from her lips. 

“Or what?” Amber smirked cocking her head to the side as she looked up at him through her lashes, her thick black hair falling over her shoulder in loose waves. 

Amber's smirk faltered for a moment as Trent pulled away, her lips still tingling from the intensity of their kiss. She bit back a whimper at the loss of his touch, but quickly recovered her playful demeanour.

"Or what?" she repeated, feigning innocence as she leaned against him, pressing her body flush to his, her nipples hard from the cold weather pressing against him.

Trent's eyes darkened as he felt the stiffness of her nipples against his chest. His hand came up to cup one, thumb brushing over the peak before she could pull away.

"You’ll have to wait and see," he growled into her ear, his voice low and menacing with barely restrained lust.

Amber let out a shuddering gasp at his words, her body trembling in response to the promise implicit in them. She knew exactly how much she was pushing him, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.

"Are you going to make me behave?” she asked enjoying this build-up almost as much as physical foreplay. 

Trent smirked at her challenge, his fingers digging into the side of her hip as he pulled her closer. "I'll do my best to try," he murmured darkly against the shell of her ear.

His free hand slid down to palm the curve of her ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin material of her dress. He could feel how wet she was already getting, despite their public location or perhaps because of it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Amber," Trent warned lowly as he ground his hardness against her belly. "But I like it... I'm going to enjoy showing you just how much."

Stepping away from her, Trent took Amber's hand into his, practically dragging her back to his car so they could head back to his mansion. 

Trent's eyes never left Amber as he led her swiftly to his sleek black Bentley, opening the passenger door for her with a flourish. "Get in, I want to get you home," he commanded gruffly, his voice thick with desire.

Amber obeyed without question, sliding into the luxurious leather seat and smoothing her dress over her thighs. As Trent rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel, she couldn't help but admire the way his muscular arms flexed beneath his cashmere sweater.

Trent started the engine, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. The sexual tension between them was palpable, a living thing that pulsed in time with his racing heart.

As they pulled away from the curb, Trent's gaze kept drifting back to Amber's profile illuminated by the dashboard lights. He could smell her intoxicating perfume mingling with the scent of leather and hot metal an aphrodisiac that made him want to pull over and take her right there on the passenger seat.

The drive to his mansion seemed interminable, each minute stretching into eternity as Trent fought against his basic instincts. But finally, they arrived at the sprawling estate, its grandeur a stark contrast to the primal urges coursing through him.

Trent parked haphazardly on the driveway before turning off the engine and jerking open his door with a low growl.

He slammed the car door shut behind him and strode towards Amber's side, his legs eating up the distance. He yanked open her door and reached for her hand, pulling her out of the Bentley with a swift tug.

As soon as she was standing on shaky legs next to him, Trent wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her against his chest. His mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from her lungs.

He devoured her lips, his tongue delving deep to claim every inch of her mouth. The world melted away until there was only this them, lost in a maelstrom of hunger and desire.

Trent groaned into their kiss at the taste of Amber's sweetness mixed with wine from earlier. It only fueled his lust further. With unsteady fingers, he fumbled with the zipper of her dress before tearing it down impatiently before they'd even made it into the house. 

"I need you," he growled against her lips, the urgency in his voice sending another wave of heat coursing through her body. The zipper of her dress fell open, pooling around her hips, and all at once, Amber felt exposed and electrified.

“Then take me inside and have me,” she breathed her voice a sultry whisper that hung in the cold night air. There was an edge of daring in her tone, a challenge in her eyes that made Trent's blood race even faster. 

Trent's hands slid down Amber's sides, gripping her hips possessively. His touch ignited a fire within her, one that had been smouldering since she first laid eyes on him that evening. He could feel her tremble beneath his fingertips, a reaction he revelled in knowing he was the cause.

"Are you ready for this, Amber?" Trent asked, his voice low and husky as he gazed down at her. His eyes trailed hungrily over the swell of her breasts, barely concealed beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The sight sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core.

Amber's response was lost in a strangled moan as Trent's fingers found their way beneath her dress, skimming teasingly along her inner thigh. She arched into his touch, craving more but he retreated with a wicked grin.

Trent leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Let's take this inside before we end up right here on the driveway," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Amber's spine.

With a growl of impatience, Trent swept Amber into his arms and carried her towards the house. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, feeling the hard bulge of his arousal pressing insistently against her core.

As they stepped through the front door, Trent kicked it shut behind them with a resounding thud. He strode purposefully towards the stairs, taking two at a time as if propelled by an inner force.

Amber held on tight, her nails digging into Trent's shoulders as she braced herself for what was to come. The anticipation was almost unbearable every nerve ending tingling with excitement and need.

Finally, they reached the master bedroom.

Trent kicked the door shut behind them with a resounding thud, effectively trapping them in his realm of desire. He set Amber down on her feet but didn't give her a chance to catch her breath before he was on her again, hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin.

His lips found the sensitive column of her throat, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh as he worked to pull her dress over her head. The cool air hit Amber's bare breasts as Trent turned his attention to her nipples already tightened into peaks.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Trent groaned against her skin, his voice rough with lust. He palmed one breast roughly, thumb flicking over the nipple while his mouth closed around its twin in a hot suction that drew a gasp from Amber's lips.

She threaded trembling fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as she arched into him.

Amber's moan echoed through the room as Trent lavished attention on her breasts, his touch setting her nerve endings ablaze. She couldn't get enough of him, every brush of skin against skin sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

With a low growl, Trent released Amber's breast and spun her around to face the bed. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, following close behind to cover her body with his own.

"Mine," he declared possessively, claiming Amber's mouth in a fierce kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. His tongue delved deep, tangling with hers in a dance as old as time itself.

As they kissed, Trent's hands roamed over Amber's curves, mapping every dip and swell. He palmed her ass cheeks greedily before sliding lower to tease at the wet heat between her thighs.

Trent broke their kiss long enough to yank off his sweater and toss it aside.

Trent's eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and adoration as he took in the sight of Amber sprawled out on his bed, her dress pooled around her waist and breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.

He shed his trousers quickly, revealing his impressive erection straining against his boxer briefs. With a low growl, Trent hooked a finger into the waistband and pulled them down just enough to free himself. His thick cock sprang forth, already leaking precum in anticipation.

“Come here,” he commanded his voice a low rumble that emanated pure desire.

Amber’s heart raced at the sight of him, his body a sculpted testament to masculine power. Taking Trent’s hand as she guided her off of his bed, looked up into his eyes before getting on her knees before him, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock. 

Trent's head fell back as Amber worked his cock with skilled enthusiasm, each stroke of her tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He could feel himself growing harder and thicker in her mouth, the pressure building at the base of his spine.

"Fuck, Amber," he ground out between gritted teeth, his fingers tightening in her hair his hips snapped forward and he began fucking her throat. 

Trent's grip on Amber's hair tightened as he lost himself in the pleasure of her talented mouth. "That's it, take it all," he groaned, his hips pumping forward to drive more of his thick cock past her lips.

Amber gagged around the invasion, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she struggled to accommodate Trent's girth. But she didn't pull away, instead revelling in the dominant display of power he was exerting over her. It only served to heighten her arousal, the wetness dripping down her thighs as she sucked and slurped, determined to please him completely.

As his pleasure built, Trent's thrusts grew erratic, his balls tightening with impending release. With a guttural roar, he pulled free from Amber's mouth, his cock pulsing angrily in the chill air. "Look how fucking messy you are," he groaned. 

Saliva dripped from her chin, beading and meandering over her breasts and stomach she gazed up at Trent through slightly reddened, tear-filled eyes. 

Amber slowly licked her lips, savouring the taste of Trent's arousal on her tongue. She gazed up at him with a sultry smile, her eyes dark with lust and adoration.

"Do you like me like this?" she purred, her breath hitching as she pressed the tip of her fingers against her clit. 

Trent's eyes flashed with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he watched Amber kneel before him, her fingers teasing at her clit. The sight sent a jolt of pure lust through his veins. 

“Get back on the bed, now.” His command was low and rough, brooking no argument. As Amber complied, crawling onto the plush mattress with an eager smile playing on her lips, Trent climbed up to loom over her.

“You like being told what to do, don't you?” he asked in carnal amusement. 

He reached down to cup her face in one large hand, thumb stroking across her lower lip before pushing into her mouth. 

Amber moaned around Trent's thumb, her eyes locked on his as she sucked it into her mouth. She released it with a pop and gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression one of pure wanton desire.

"Please... I need you inside me," Amber pleaded breathlessly, reaching down to spread herself open for him.

Trent groaned at the sight of Amber's glistening pussy, swollen and ready for him. He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance teasingly.

"You're so wet for me," he rasped, rubbing the tip back and forth along her slick folds before finally sinking into the hilt with a guttural moan.

Amber cried out at the sudden intrusion, arching off the bed as Trent filled her. Her inner walls clench around his thick length hungrily.

"Yes! Fuck... just like that!" she gasped into his ear, her teeth closing around the skin behind it as she gave herself over to him completely.

Amber let out an animalistic moan as she tilted her hips to meet Trent’s thrusts, her mouth falling open as their eyes met. 

Trent groaned as Amber's wet heat enveloped him, her body welcoming him in like a vice. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her with primal intensity, chasing the edge of release. "You feel incredible," he snarled, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove into her again and again.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Trent lifted Amber from the mattress, holding her body in his arms as he bounced her up and down on his cock.

The look of helpless submission in Amber’s eyes sent a chill down Trent's spine, her whiny breaths fanning out over him as he rolled his hips into her. 

Trent's eyes darkened with lust as he held Amber aloft, her body bouncing on his cock in a lewd display of dominance and pleasure. He gripped her thighs tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slammed up into her once more.

"Look how good you're taking me," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You were made for this... your pussy was made for my cock."

Amber whimpered at the filthy words, her nails raking down Trent's back as she met each thrust with a desperate clench of her inner walls around him. The coil of tension within her built to an almost unbearable pitch.

"Yes! Don't stop!" she pleaded breathlessly, tossing her head back against his chest. "I'm so close..."

With a snarl of triumph, Trent angled himself deeper inside Amber, grinding against that sweet spot that sent sparks flying through her veins.

Amber's eyes went wide in awe as she came hard, her toes curling as she squirted on Trent, her essence dripping from them to his sheets below staining the grey an even deeper shade. 

She clung to Trent as he fucked her through her orgasm. Murruring the nastiest comments into her ear as he did. 

Trent slowed his pace, still buried deep inside Amber as her orgasm rode through her. He could feel every spasm of her inner walls around him, milking his cock in a way that made his vision blur.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he breathed against the shell of her ear, nuzzling into the curve of it and savouring the scent of their combined arousal.

With a low grunt, Trent pulled out slowly, allowing Amber's body to sink back onto the bed with a soft thud. He watched as she lay there panting and trembling in the aftermath of climax, her pussy still twitching sporadically from the aftershocks.

"You okay?" he asked gruffly, concern etched across his face despite the lingering lust in his eyes.

Amber nodded weakly but couldn't manage more than a gasp when Trent climbed over the top of her once again.

Trent's eyes roamed over Amber's flushed face, drinking in the sight of her sated and breathless. He reached out to brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, his touch gentle despite the urgency still thrumming through him.

"I need you again," he confessed hoarsely, his cock already starting to harden against her thigh. "I can't get enough of you."

A soft moan escaped Amber's lips at Trent's words, her body instinctively arching up into his as if seeking more contact. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers running through his low tapered curls.

"Please... have me," she whispered urgently, nibbling on Trent's lower lip before sucking it into her mouth for a deep kiss.

With a low growl, Trent captured Amber's mouth once more, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with hers in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

Pulling away from her mouth, Trent rolled Amber onto her stomach before grabbing a pillow and pushing it beneath her hips. 

Trent's hands roamed over Amber's curves, his fingers skimming along the swell of her hips and thighs. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

"You ready for this?" he asked gruffly, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to fuck you hard from behind."

Amber moaned in anticipation, pushing back against him invitingly. "Yes... please... I need it so bad."

Trent groaned at the sensation of Amber's warm flesh pressing against him. With a low growl, he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Amber cried out at the sudden invasion, her body arching up off the bed as Trent filled her. "You're so deep!"

"Yeah?" Trent panted into her ear as he began to move within her. "You like that?”

Trent's hands gripped Amber's hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled out slowly before slamming back in with a grunt. He set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside her that made Amber see stars. 

"Take it all," he growled against the nape of her neck, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "Every inch... you were made for this. You were made for me.” 

Amber’s breath hitched at Trent’s words, her eyes brimming with tears that had nothing to do with any sexual pleasure and everything to do with a sobering fact. 

The minute she left him, the minute she returned to London. She returned to being an option to a man that didn’t want commitment. 

[olasketches]

I find sukuna's enraged reaction to being pitied so interesting, considering that he, himself, admitted that he didn't expect that someone (or maybe just yuuji) offering him pity would anger him so much. honestly looking at all sukuna's interaction with other characters like jogo, yuuji, gojo... the contrast in how he talks about being strong and how he talks about being weak is quite striking.

despite having a huge superiority complex, he never gives any boasting comments about himself, like gojo for example. he even praises others, sorcerer and curses alike, for their strength, which again is contrary to gojo who often belittles and degrades his opponents. however, sukuna's behaviour is not actually opposite of gojo's, because while he admires others' strength, he finds being weak disgusting in itself. you see, gojo never had a problem with other people being weak because being weak is not something he could ever relate to like "yeah, those guys are weak but how is that my problem?". others being weak never really disgusted him, not like it does sukuna, but rather amused him (probably why he teased and bullied utahime and ichiji so much lol) anyway, my point is that, sukuna's attitude doesn't contrast gojo's, it mirrors it.

gojo's problem was that he was obsessed with being the strongest. he desperately wanted to live up to his title, but not because he had some deep-seated insecurity about being weak, but because that's all he's ever been. he wrapped his entire identity around it, which in result made him believe that he could only relate to people who were just as strong as him. then there is sukuna... who on the other hand... (dramatic pause)... is obsessed with being weak or rather he desperately doesn't want to be seen as someone who's weak. sukuna keeps insulting and belittling yuuji for being weak, despite yuuji CLEARLY not being weak. yuuji's own humanity and the strength he derives from it, exposes sukuna's own deep-seated weakness and dare I say... insecurity.

at the beginning of this post I said how sukuna has a big superiority complex, which now, after the recent canon events it almost borderlines with an inferiority complex. the thing is that, superiority complex and inferiority complex are kinda the same thing. they both stem from a deep-seated feeling of inadequacy, with the only difference being that someone with an inferiority complex tends to express these feelings as anxiety and submissiveness, whereas someone with a superiority complex overcompensates by acting as if they're god's gift to mankind, which is the later for both sukuna and gojo. however, unlike gojo, whose own superiority complex comes from the fact he was treated like a god by everyone in his clan since he was born, sukuna's superiority complex and its origins can still only be found in the subtext. we know that he was born an unwanted little wretch and people hated him, most likely feared him due to his own abnormal appearance and probably later his overwhelming strength. I don't want to dive too much into this since we don't actually know sukuna's backstory, we can only speculate based on what we know. however, it's his conversation with yuuji after he possessed megumi that interest me the most. he says...

Well, saying it from my perspective; why are all of you so weak. Why (are you) so obsessed over living despite being so weak

and let's not forget, sukuna is the only character who thinks yuuji is weak, which makes the rest of his speech all the more interesting, as he continues...

How can living things who keep collapsing easily say that they wish to be happy forever?

now this is funny, because several chapters later he admitted that no matter how many times he tries to break yuuji, he keeps getting back up, he's either contradicting himself again (and well.. he IS) or...

It’s better for all of you to spend your whole life crushing fitting misfortune for you

he's not only referring to yuuji here... sukuna genuinely believes that the weak should spend their whole lives chewing on their suffering, as is their natural state... but why?

after yuuji offered sukuna mercy, sukuna felt looked down upon and got down right pissed, which even shocked sukuna himself. why would that offend him? after all, he KNOWS he's strong not even gojo's taunts could get to him or yorozu trying to teach him about love, something he supposedly already knows about. why did yuuji offering him sympathy enraged him so much? shouldn't he just laugh in his face for believing he could beat him?? it seems like.. MAYBE.. in that moment, yuuji unintentionally touched on a very sore spot there, revealing sukuna's own insecurity: being seen as weak.

[nuninho2000]

what's your opinion to all weasleys?

Well , let's start with the parents:

Arthur: I like Arthur, i really enjoy his fascination with everything related to Muggles, it reminds of those kinds of scientists, explorers and collectors on whatever are things found in Nature and then takes home with observing and studying , he's a great role model father that is caring, understanding but can be put his kids in their place when enough is enough and his relationship with Harry and Hermione and the way he takes care and watches over then is really underrated

Molly : I like Molly too , she's the definition of what a realistic mother looks like , she's not a perfect mother but always is trying her best and what's her kids to shine and have success especially in school, sure she can be a nag sometimes with her overprotective side but she is the best mother than you could ask for , in some ways she reminds my own mom and the way she welcomed Harry and show he's part of the family is good

Bill : I like him , he's a very cool old brother that has a cool job and is that kind of brother that everyone loves and the brothers friends look up to , he's a good looking and stylish guy that is patient and helpful, i love his relationship with Fleur and i think are great pair

Charlie: he's the Weasley sibling that we have less showing but just like Bill we can see that people love him especially his teammates from Quidditch like Oliver Wood , his work with dragons always fascinated me because i love dragons and the thought of him working on dangerous job is really badass

Percy; unpopular opinion but i like Percy's character arc and appreciate his development from a snobbish person and is a student role model who is ambitious and wants more , his ambition got the better of him and act really bad during book 5 the way he spoke to his father and how he was ashamed of him , ignoring his mother Christmas present was out of line, to be honest I don't blame him that much for not trusting Harry because despite knowing him they don't get along but the main reason why Percy sided with the ministry was because of the promotion and his ambition got the better of him and when was finally reveal that Voldemort returned and Harry was right all along his pride didn't make go apologise to his family and he had it coming when his siblings ignored him and twins and Ginny throwing food at him but i was really he came around in the end and finally apologised, made amends and fought in the battle of Hogwarts side his family

Fred Weasley : smart person and was a talented wizard that was a great duo with twin brother George, his death was really sad not only because he died next with Percy when everything was alright between them and the fact he died with a smile is heartbreaking and fitting his character

George Weasley: I like him , i think in terms of personality i like him more than his brother Fred , he's a great mastermind and was the best Quidditch player among the twins, i love how protective he is with Harry especially in book 2 when Harry said he would do anything to get the golden snitch and even got mad at Oliver for it , along with Ginny consolidated Ron when he thought his rat was killed

I find it so relatable he gave his pass away brother's name to his son because my name is a tribute to my dead uncle that i didn't know but from the people that knew him said he was a wonderful person

Ron : he's my favourite Weasley character and one of the characters i like the most in the series and he's in my top 10 HP favourite characters, he's brave , funny, smart, passionate, loyal, lovely person and a character that i have a ton of respect for .

He's the best friend that any person likes to have and the best friend and company that someone like Harry and Hermione should have , without him the Golden Trio wouldn't be complete and we readers couldn't have a better person to show us how the Wizarding World works .

Ginny: the lovely girl who conquered the heart of our beloved protagonist and his soulmate.

What can i say about Ginny? The shy girl that wasn't exactly shy had a good growth throughout the series and showed how brave and reckless she could be by fighting against the possession of a memory of Tom Riddle with 11 years old and hang on until it became inevitable, fought against her own trauma, had many friends, was popular, become a Quidditch player which was dream considering that use to practice without her brothers consenting and notice but the peak was when her wishes and dreams became real when the love of her life and soulmate kiss her in front of many people and started dating, unfortunately and was necessary she understood when Harry broke up with her not because he stopped loving her but to protect her .

With Harry, Ron and Hermione haunting for Horcruxs she alongside Neville and Luna restarted the DA and fought against the Carrow and tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor and fought in the battle of Hogwarts .

After the battle she and Harry rapidly started dating again, got married and had 3 wonderful kids and she realised her dream of becoming a Quidditch player for 4 years and then started to write about sports after retirement.

I love the Weasley family, what's not like, right?

[delululand]

txt & what makes them jealous? how will they act on it?

yeonjun

he still gives me the vibe of a person who is unconsciously flirts with other people and if you behaved the same way he would rather take it as some kind of game and turn the topic into a joke and most likely into flirtatious dirty talks with you (and we all know that this will lead to screaming his name in a bedroom)

but if it was something really serious and he was worried about it, I think he’ll be upset and would try to talk and find out what was going on, however if his partner denied it or tried to get away from the topic it would be a complete scandal

soobin

i think he's not very jealous. usually when they talk about things related to jealousy, he speaks quite neutrally, for example, at the moment when everyone in korea was discussing perilla leaves, he said that it would be normal for him if his partner did this. the only time he said something about this was i don’t remember where exactly it was, but they discussed skinship and he said that he likes it more when he himself shows skinship (rather than someone starting to touch him) and he doesn’t like it when someone starts touching people close to him. and in fact there are quite a lot of videos of him removing the hand of one of members from another member or preventing them from holding hands by placing his hand and all that (especially protects huening kai)

so I think he would really be jealous mainly in moments of physical contact, even if it is something quite insignificant and most likely he would not say it directly, but try to separate his s/o and this person

I'll leave the video below with the dialogue between soobin and beomgyu and it shows their difference in this matter very well

beomgyu

okay if you watched the video you already know this. this guy is the winner in terms of jealousy among all members. he wouldn't let the members and other men in general touch you, flirt with you (even if they were just trying to be polite), spend too much time alone with you and everything else, he's the type of guy who starts whining "do you really love him more than me?????” if you pet your dog/cat for too long

I think he would be more open in expressing his feelings? like if another guy was flirting with you in front of him, he wouldn’t remain silent and, looking at him contemptuously, made some sarcastic comment, pulling you by the waist towards him and will definitely tell you what an arrogant loser this guy is as soon as you step aside

taehyun

actually i think he's almost not jealous at all? he looks the calmest and most emotionally mature so he would not pay attention to many things like just a long conversation or sitting next to, and if something did make him jealous, he would just talk to you about it when you were alone.

i really don’t see him at all as a jealous person or a person who would make a scandal about this, only dialogue or perhaps i can see how he behaves coldly. for example, if it's something really weird and his partner doesn't want to talk to him/denies everything and something like that, then after a few tries he would most likely get tired of it and cool off

huening kai

oooohhh don't make him jealous🥺 i can't stop saying how soft this boy is. if you look carefully at the moments when soobin pays more attention to the other members and starts being cute with them, his face changes. so i think that even just paying attention to another person while ignoring him would already make him jealous. and i'm not talking about flirting or anything like that, but just something like you’re together with other members and actively discussing with someone a new movie that you both watched but kai didn’t and he would just 🫥

knowing his character, he most likely would not have said anything? he'd probably just be upset for the rest of the day and act a little distant, answering your questions that everything is fine and he’s just little tired

[lokativa]

People calling Hobie×Miles (punkflower) shippers proshippers as if we didn't ship them for longer than the movie even came out will always be crazy to me.

I've seen lots of people sending threats, or reporting people because they made punkflower, goldenflower (pavxhobie), ghostbyte (gwenxmargo), flowerbyte (margoxmiles), etc, arts or videos. Going to assume that it isn't because most of these ships are POCs ships, there's just literally no point to do that.

First of all, there's no confirmation of hobie's age. If ur basing urself of that one interview, then it was of the CONCEPT of hobie, and even so remember it was only one person who said it. Its heavily implied thats he's a teenager throughout the movie. (Also in the art book, its said that he's slightly older than Miles).

For the thing about him going to the pub and all, minors can and will go in pubs, (not saying that its always legal) are yall living under a rock or just dense on purpose? Teenagers do wtv the fuck they want, even when theyre not allowed to. Youre all going to tell me teenagers respect the rules of not drinking and go to clubs becuz theyre underage? Come off it. Also hobie literally merked his president and u think he'd draw the line at drinking alcohol as a minor? HA.

Aside from that, to be fair to everyone, the directors keeps on changing what they're saying about hobies age, one day they'll say and imply he's a minor and the next second say he's an adult. It's like they all have different idea of this character's age. So, nothing is really comfimed, and his age is really up to interpretation.

Now that we're past THAT point, the other kind of people talking about his age are people saying "oh but he looks old" "that man is most definitely 30yo" "there's no way he's underage" things of the sort, u get it. And I'm just over here like??? Why is it impossible for you to think that this guy could be a teen? Is it the air? The wrinkles? What makes it seem like for you that there's no way he could be around the other teens' age? And 30??? Cmon. People often assume black people are older than they look, which is a universal experience for all of us. Did none of u ever see a blk teen who doesnt have a baby face? Because thats literally what hobie looks like to me. To others we can seem too "mature" for our age, or just look too "old" to be the age we say we are, so is it really impossible for him to be a teenager? Think about it.

(Speaking of him being black, this discourse turned into some kind of racist thing that honestly was not unexpected at all. Yall come over here shitting on people talking and educating u about a character they relate to cuz hes like them, and the representation is making them go bonkers. I don't know why yall can just sit ur arses and listen for a bit, its not that difficult tbh. And dont get me started on the mischaracterisation of his character. Marking him as "an angry black man"? Really? Be. Fucking. Original.)

Same goes with Margo?? Yeah in the comics she's in college, but cmon now u guys know damn well she's a teenager in atsv😭. Gwen is also much older in the comics but i never see anyone talk about it, so what does that mean???The only reasons I can see that you all don't want Miles & margo to be together is because you're all stuck on the milesxgwen ship. News everyone, other ships exist, not everyone is going to like the same ships as you, so either move on or stop being on the Internet.

Also, the thing about pav being 13 is bonkers, where'd u even get that from? I need to know asap. "Oh, but he has a gf!" Yeah? Well he has two hands. (Idk why u all act as if that has ever stopped anyone)

Everything just seem like a race thing to me tbh.

The movies might be inspired from the comics, but not everything is going to be 100% the same. For exemple: gwen is 2 yrs older than Miles in the comics, but in movies she's only 15 months older, Jess Drew is white in the comics and black in the movie, Miguel O'hara is white passing in the comics, compared to his version in atsv where he has brown skin, lyla's disign is also different.

You get it? Things are going to differ as much as things are going to be the same, because (get ready!!) this is the multiverse! Just as earth-616 is just one universe in all the marvel comics, atsv is another universe.

All in all, im not saying u can't view them as adults, or wtv u want, thats ur interpretation, but don't go around being pissy at people around u cuz they have different point of views.

[moonsceptre]

What is your opinion on the Beetlejuice 2 Dream Theory?

This theory?

My opinion is that it's very likely to be true. I walked away from the cinema extremely happy with all of the shippy moments—so happy I hadn't even considered theorising anything yet, however my first thought about the ending was, So it was all Lydia's dream?

I read through the post and was blown away by how much sense it made, but I think it helped push me to believe it when my friend sent me this

My friend is not interested in theorising or shipping, and has no connection to the BJ fandom, he's just a horror fan. Yet his interpretation of the movie's ending was a summarised version of the whole dream theory. Isn't it far more romantic to imagine Lydia having spent her life with Betelgeuse, and he's indulging her with a dream of her own child? Considering they both have a 'psychic connection', I'm not convinced that Lydia hasn't been thinking about BJ just as much as he's been thinking about her.

This user pointed out both of Betelgeuse's love songs are by artists named Richard, conveniently the name of Lydia's previous partner. The same partner who was described as a horror fan that loved playing pranks, and dressed as a Beetlejuice lookalike for Halloween.

Looks like Beetlejuice, acts like Beetlejuice—either Lydia is equally obsessed, or it's BJ projecting himself onto Lydia's human lover within the dream. Watching the movie with new eyes, I noticed in the "Later, fucker" scene that BJ is sitting in the same place Richard sat while working at the border control. "Astrid" herself has a name related to the celestial bodies, much like "Betelgeuse". You can either take this as a romantic parallel, or Tim is trying to show us that Richard's creation is based on Lydia's fixation with Beetlejuice.

Dream sequences often use characters to represent something within the dreamer's psyche. It's like an abstract analysis of the way that character thinks and feels. Astrid's sequence within the dream shows Lydia's material desires—it confirms everything was based off of what Lydia wanted, which included getting married to a 'monster' (in the sequence of events, Astrid marries a guy dressed as a vampire), and then gives birth to the Beetlebaby. I know in the first movie there is a reference to the horror movie "The Fly", so I imagine this was too.

Did anyone notice the dream sequence watching Astrid didn't actually have a clear indication for when it began? It transitioned from the movie as if everything was a dream right from the start.

Let's not forget BJ straight up looking into the camera and saying "I love a good dream sequence". Lol.

My other reasoning for believing the dream theory is what Winona said about Lydia. Winona and Tim are close friends. Winona pitched the idea of having Betelgeuse and Lydia be the endgame ship in her words, and she happily took part in this movie. If Tim had rejected the idea, why would Winona reprise her role for a story she didn't agree with? Winona knows that Lydia is Tim's self insert (Tim has said many times he relates the most to Lydia), so why would Tim approve of all the shippy moments if he opposed Winona's pitch? No one knows Lydia like him!

Winona said in this interview that she hadn't imagined Lydia ever becoming a mother, but that after a while it started to make sense. She does not elaborate on that, but explains her idea for Lydia was that she would end up a spinster in the attic. If you read the dream theory, it highlights how the movie begins with Lydia in the attic, and then transitions to Lydia's TV show, but the background is still the attic. I found the whole film very dreamlike in this way, and I think the fact that Tim has said Wizard of Oz (a movie where the girl wakes up after a dream, in which those she knew acted as characters within the sequence) is one of his favourite movies helps to put it into effect.

And finally...

It's Lydia Deetz. Lydia loves the strange and unusual.. do you really think she wasn't curious enough to contact Beej again?

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People -and this did include myself at one point- really don't want to engage with the fact that Belos is modeled after white supremacy by trying to bury this under the lens of "Oh he's actually a lonely weirdo like Luz!!!" when Belos' superiority complex is the most important part of him and it's where all analyses inevitably must stem from. I think the problem is that people are too attached to their speculative fanon version of Belos and instead of letting go of that to rebuild their understanding of him from the ground up (since he's a mysterious character who is only gradually revealed bit by bit), they keep clinging to this sympathetic tragic villain as the core behind their interpretation of him. 

Everything about Belos makes so much more sense when you explore him as someone akin to a lot of right-wing 4channers; A lonely young boy who was radicalized because white supremacy promised to rescue him from his isolation, and after buying into it wholesale, he very much chose to cling onto the need to be superior to the "NPCs" even when someone close to him actually unlearns and deconstructs for him why this is harmful. He sees firsthand how someone just like him is happier for leaving this mindset, and then kills them to eliminate that contradiction threatening his world belief; At which point it’s inaccurate to infantilize him as just a lonely and misguided kid, because he’s no longer a kid and he made a very cognizant and informed choice to double down and commit actual violence.

And everyone knows that by this point, such people are not actually being sincere; They’re not secretly misguided, you can’t simply attribute their harm to not knowing better because this is what their religion says or whatever. These people know they’re committing harm, but rather than help on “lesser” people’s terms, they ‘help’ the way THEY see fit, in the way that strokes their ego. That’s what separates Philip from someone like Gwen, who humbled herself to focus on what Eda was saying she really needed. So the Titan’s summarization of Belos as someone who only cares about being the hero in his own delusion, and fears what he can’t control is… hardly an oversimplification, it really gets to the core of Belos as a character, and the narrative he embodies. It captures the difference between wanting to help and having a savior complex, and is what ends up delineating the two at the crucial crossroads. 

And I find it a little concerning to joke about how this type of character is “just a silly guy” when people exactly like him are on the rise and committing very real violence right now. It’s also why I don’t buy the justification behind a lot of salt about how villains need to be humanized in order to show kids how THEY can become villains, because the show is fairly outright about how Belos rationalizes atrocities under the guise of the ‘greater good’ and refuses to self-reflect, and it’s not as if we don’t have Luz learning to understand characters like Amity or Lilith, the Collector and even Kikimora (whom she DID relate to personally, yet Kiki still doubled down with or without Belos), while still having the show emphasize that they need to get their act together and can’t just depend on people to save them. 

There’s also the very obvious theme of Luz realizing she doesn’t owe her oppressor anything, especially not when he won’t ever meet her or anyone else on their terms, but idk some people just seem to hate Luz for having boundaries I guess, even though she already put in the effort to be kind and understanding to Belos and she got hurt for it. Hell the Collector made that effort after being inspired by Luz, and Luz was murdered protecting them from that mistake!!! There are some very obvious stories and lessons being told here with the actual protagonists being the heart of those narratives, but the problem I’ve noticed is that a lot of the people complaining on Belos’ behalf are those who hyperfixated almost exclusively on the Wittebane aspect of the lore, going over it with a fine tooth comb and microscope to extrapolate an entire fanon from the littlest of details… only to just ignore the actual show and narrative and themes happening on-screen. 

And that leads to many not understanding various narrative decisions because they weren’t really paying attention to the actual point they’re in service to, and then they blame the writers for their own chosen ignorance, and how the story wasn’t about their part specifically so everything else doesn’t count and the whole show is wasted potential, really. The way so many of said fans immediately turned on Luz after the finale and tried to drag her down to Belos’ level by acting like she wasn’t any better for also wanting things and 'demonizing enemies', claiming Luz had unaddressed ‘flaws’ while Belos deserved more sympathy, and framing Belos as a ‘better’ character who ‘worked harder’ while claiming Luz was retconned into an arrogant chosen one who never grew, is actually baffling.

A lot of them are just upset that Belos didn’t play the role in Luz’s arc that they wanted him to play, so they’ve opted to dismiss Luz’s overall storyline as badly written and even a reflection of Dana's 'Catholic complex' (which is a tasteless jab to make) because they neglected the nuance behind every other aspect of Luz that wasn’t directly tied to Belos, that didn’t set her up as the one person who understands him or whatever because that’s more important to them than addressing the sheer trauma and pain that Belos willingly inflicted upon Luz. Because god forbid this brown girl be angry against her white abuser, huh? God forbid the white guy be used to set up the brown main character, rather than the other way around right????? It’s really just a jealous complaint about the show’s choice of priorities and celebration, hidden under the false guise of ever caring about Luz’s arc for Luz’s sake.

And that’s how you get insincere arguments about how Belos should’ve been able to survive, that’s how you get AUs that undermine the lessons of canon to egregiously relegate Luz to being Belos’ sidekick, or even present her as an obstacle to him getting his much-needed redemption, as if that last part hinges on all of Belos’ victims getting over their pain to help him, because obviously he needs it more than they do! Because we gotta spare Belos’ feelings by giving him friends instead of consequences!!! Unbelievable. He is not Amity, not Lilith, and definitely not Hunter, and the people who forgave them had actual reason to do so. And even Lilith had to move in with her mother so she could be given reparations by someone who actually owed it to her, rather than her younger sister and two kids.

And there’s definitely a major difference between Lilith and Gwen’s dynamic and Philip and Caleb’s, especially since Caleb was also a child when he moved into Gravesfield. Even if you think Belos' bigotry was radicalized due to 'grief' over losing his brother to witches, that's just entitlement and control because it's not as if Caleb can't have more than one positive relationship in his life; Philip is no better than people who blame minorities for some incident in their life and use that as justification to become white supremacists, and there's nothing sympathetic or 'tragic' about that.

But the point is that Caleb ultimately wasn’t THAT important to Belos because he’d always be secondary to witch-hunting, Belos clearly chose his white supremacy over his brother, and any ‘takebacks’ that come in the form of the Grimwalkers are insincere given Belos does nothing to actually repent or regret his violence committed on the people of the isles; It’d have been one thing if he DID try to undo his mistake by choosing differently, by cloning Caleb and giving up witch hunting, but he still doesn’t (Note that Belos does not hallucinate the ghosts of the witches he killed; He still feels no remorse over them, because his fear of being wrong comes from a selfish place). And unlike Luz, Belos can’t have it both ways because one option explicitly calls for the extermination of the other; It’s the Paradox of Tolerance that Luz struggled with, except contrary to what Belos claims, humanity’s existence does not require the eradication of others.

Because yes there IS a meaningful moral distinction between Luz and Belos -don’t forget they’re not just parallels but explicit opposites- that occurs even before you get into the genocide, not that you should neglect that other part either because it’s incredibly important, being the starting point for this entire rant. Society already has a bias towards devil’s advocating bigotry as some big misunderstanding, and prioritizing the angst of white dudes who commit it over the victims of color; Can we avoid applying that to fiction?!??!? I literally saw someone complain that the show didn’t portray Belos’ grief from murdering Luz, and that Luz’s “glory moment” took away from a Wittebane backstory!!! At this point, people are just being racist.

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Chapter 182 I think is one of my favorite chapters in all of P2 because it does such a fantastic job with each of the three characters.

First, Yoru. I've said it before, but I love how this last arc has been for Yoru, giving her an emotional depths that she never had before, and showcasing just how unprepared and ill-equipped to deal with said emotions she really is. I've seen people saying that she's only trying to manipulate Denji and Asa, but I don't think that's the case: Makima spent the better part of a year manipulating varying governments around the world to turn Denji into Pochita, but Yoru can't go a single date without trying to turn him into a weapon. She is impulsive, spontaneous, immature, she acts purely on instinct, and we see just how wild she can be. In only a few chapters she goes from trying to blow his head off, to trying to beat shit out of him, to kissing him because she thinks he's cute and genuinely trying to motivate him to keep on moving. She's flying by the seat of her pants with no clue what she's doing, a complete loss of control on her part. A few chapters ago she was the embodiment of the fear of war who just killed possibly hundreds of people, and now she she can't look at the guy she just kissed like the tsundere she is. And to loop it back to her "I got over it line" and how unture that has to be. Her powers are fueled by guilt, the more guilt she feels in something's destruction the more powerful it is, and considering the sheer scale of destruction her Gun Devil Arm brought, the guilt she had in killing the Gun Devil, her self-proclaimed child, must be immense, but she says she "got over it", and I don't believe her.

Next, Asa. She is someone who has a lot of negative traits, and a lot of time they tend to overshadow her good trait. She is selfish, she is more concerned with looking like a good and moral person instead of actually being one, and her entire role in the Church was her ignoring any and all red flags, no matter how obvious they were, because she was obsessed with being a micro-celebrity, because she wanted to play out the fantasy of being Chainsaw Man's hero, to give her life meaning and to justify her own existence. At the core of all of that however, Asa does genuinely want to do good, she does want to help the people she feels that are important to her, and her trying to relate and comfort Denji was one of the few times that people had one something like that for him, one of the few she's gone out of her way to comfort someone, She was at her lowest, but he saved her, so she wanted to return the favor inn a way she thought would help, she just got caught up her own head along the way. Her speech at the end then made me realize something, that while it's been alluded to a few times, such as her death and the Falling Devil attack Asa has never actually vocalized what it is she actually wants, and it leaves me wondering what she was going to tell Denji before he threw up the Snow Devil.

And finally Denji. When to comes to trauma Denji shuts down and he distances himself from his problems; KIll his dad in self-defense? Hide those memories. Reze tells him that the life he lived wasn't good? Change the subject. Sad that Reze never showed up? Hey look it's Miss Makima! Killed Aki? Time to be a dog and not think again. Power's dead? Time to die. Can't date Asa? Time to fight a super big devil for the fans! I half-expected Denji to just lie there and take whatever Yoru was about to do to him, but instead he pushed her off of him, he resisted someone who was using sex against him, something he and never done, and it's clear that he is reaching his limit with Asa/Yoru and how he has gotten nothing but mixed signals from them. I really do feel like we're getting so much closer to him learning the truth about them. And then there is the end! Denji does not think about his trauma, he pushes it to the side so he does not have to think about it, we saw this with the Falling Devil attack where to not think about Aki and Power's death, he slices his brain up. I do not think that he has given either of them too much thought since the end of P1 because all he can think about is their deaths and the "role" he was forced into regarding them. But the snow made him think of them and that trip to Aki's family grave, it was a trip they had fun on, the last time they were all together before things turned out the way they did. Those were good and pleasant memories he had of Aki and Power, of the family they had with one another, and him reflecting on them is good. Aki said it himself on that trip, that he didn't think about the bad stuff because he had Denji and Power around, and while I feel like we're only just getting started with how messy this process will be for Denji, I do think this might be a good first step for healing for Denji.

Denji, Asa and Yoru each displayed amazing characterization in 182, and I can't wait to see where this will lead the three of them.

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König Character Analysis (Part 1)

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Part 1: His Past | Part 2: König's MBTI

the first installment of a multi-part character analysis for our beloved König

to convince you guys i know what I'm talking about, just look through my blog at my könig posts. I am confident that I have grasped most parts of his personality and backstory, but I will acknowledge that some of it may be projecting. obviously we do not know much about him, which is the point of this series. i also relate a lot to him

discussion of my interpretation is welcome in the comments, and if you disagree, there's no need to be hateful. he is, at the end of the day, not real

TW: bullying, social anxiety, other mental health disorders

We have very little information on könig's life before the military. his bio includes one sentence, just one, about his past:

König suffered from severe social anxiety throughout his life, often being bullied during his childhood.

while this information alone isn't striking, when put into more context of other parts of his bio, it says:

While he hoped to join as a recon sniper, his physical size and his inability to stay still made him an unsuitable candidate.

focus on those words: his inability to stay still. this crucial bit of information, tied to the fact that he was often bullied, leads me to conclude that könig has ADHD. not being able to sit still is not a stereotype, it is a real fact of life for those with ADHD, me included. people with ADHD are bullied much more than neurotypicals (people without ADHD, autism, etc). while each source is different, it is estimated that children with ADHD are 4-10x more likely to be bullied.

it is no wonder why bullying would cause social anxiety, since most of könig's interactions with his peers were negative. as someone with social anxiety, it is horrible. not knowing what to say or how to act, you end up either completely misreading the social context or not saying anything. either way, you can never win.

additionally, children with ADHD receive up to 20,000 more negative messages from parents and peers in their childhood than neurotypical children. because of this, it is common for people with ADHD to also be extra sensitive to rejection, and it can be so strong in some that a new term has been coined called "rejection sensitive dysphoria." research on this issue has revealed that 99% of people with ADHD also have and experience rejection sensitive dysphoria. therefore, it makes sense to conclude that König also experiences rejection sensitive dysphoria (rsd)

an aside on rsd: this isn't just feeling hurt when you're rejected by a crush or feeling sheepish or embarrassed you're scolded at work or school. rsd episodes make you question your entire life, your personality, your worth, and for many can even lead to suicidal thoughts just from a small incident of rejection. it can also lead to the person having low self-esteem, and they are also more likely to perceive rejection even when it is not there. it is an intense and overwhelming experience that no one should have to go through, yet people with ADHD experience it often

so, we've established, based on the evidence i've provided, that König has ADHD, social anxiety, and experiences rsd. i would say that i can't even imagine what König's childhood was like, but sadly I can since i too have adhd and was bullied. being mean is never okay, and bullying is not cute or quirky or sassy. bullying is when someone kicks your books across the floor, steals and destroys your belongings, when they spread false rumors, make fun of you, laugh at you, when they give you mean faces when you ask questions in class, when your only friend is the other "weird" kid who also has ADHD. it's when your teachers constantly criticize you and you get in trouble for every little thing. it's when you just wanted a friend and everyone else knew how to socialize, but somehow, you didn't. being bullied while also having ADHD is an experience i wish on no one. yet könig went through this. just sit with that for a minute. the big scary military man we love was also a child once, and went through this.

sorry to depress you guys, but this is the reality of his character. i firmly believe that könig has ADHD and experiences rsd despite his untouchable and stoic demeanor, and you're not gonna change my mind.

so, that's the end of the first installment. keep your eyes out for more, cuz trust me, there's gonna be more. (also don't forget to sign up for my taglist if you want! link is on my masterpost)

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