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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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I Fear We’re Facing A Problem

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: sorry, laptop is still being a bitch so it’s another mobile

Summary: You convince Carol to join you on a night out and a good time is had by all!

Warnings: WLW, explicit language, explicit sexual content (spanking, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of using a dildo), violence (but nothing too gory, just standard canon stuff), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Another from my WIP folder and my second WLW fic! (Which I really need to write more of btw cus this was a real treat). I also may have accidentally stumbled on a little something that I had never thought of before but that is most likely going to be coming in the future, see if you can pick up those hints! 😉

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Carol dodged a beer bottle as she stepped into the bar, cursing to herself before scanning the room for additional threats.

And boy were there a lot of them.

When you had drunk dialed her 20 minutes ago, noting your intention to start a fight with some chauvinist assholes, she hadn’t really believed you. But there you were in the middle of a full on brawl, punching some idiot in an army uniform in the mouth before grabbing a pitcher and breaking it over his head.

Carol moved forward as one of your victim’s companions grabbed you around the middle and lifted you off the floor. She tossed aside some moron in a leather jacket easily as he came at her with a broken bottle before wrapping her arm around the neck of the jackass that had you in a hold.

He choked and released you, his hands scrabbling at Carol’s forearm. She ignored him as you launched yourself over the table and kicked another of the army boys in the face before turning and shooting her a grin.

“Hey Danvers!” You said, grabbing another assailant by the back of the neck and tossing him across the room with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Y/N, what have I told you about drinking by yourself?” She said, dropping the man she was holding with a thud as he had finally passed out. She ducked as someone across the bar threw a stool, catching it in midair and hefting it back at him.

“I wasn’t by myself.” You said as you ripped a leg off one of the tables and cracked it across some guys back. “Thor was here, and he brought some bomb-ass mead.”

“That asshole left you here by yourself after getting you drunk on Asgardian mead?” She was going to have to have a talk with that idiot next time she saw him.

“Unlike someone, Thor knows I can take care of myself.” You said with an eye roll before breaking a beer bottle and plunging it into the thigh of some new moron.

“You’re not the one I’m worried about, sweetheart.” She scolded as she caught the leg of one of the idiots and threw him across the room.

“Oh, it’s sweetheart now?” You said with a snort before head butting someone.

“I am so not having this discussion with you right now.” She said before punching some asshole in the ribs.

“We gotta have it sometime, though.” You laughed as you caught a fist in your palm and drove your other hand into the idiot’s elbow until you heard a snap.

“Well maybe if you tried asking me out when you were sober, we’d get somewhere.” She said sarcastically, dodging a punch and throwing the puncher one handed into the ceiling.

“What?!? Y/N, I leave to get you sustenance and you start a fight?” Thor thundered, absorbing a couple of blows before picking up one of the army brats with one hand and striding towards you, hefting the grease soaked bag above the fray.

“Thorsie baby, you got my burrito!!!” You said giddily, tossing the man who was trying to stab you aside as you hopped on a table and pounced on the Asgardian, making grabby hands at the food.

“I can’t believe you left her unsupervised after giving her mead.” Carol said as things finally started to calm down as the bar patrons eyed the god who had just strode in with wariness. She slapped down a giant wad of cash on the bar, hoping it would be enough to cover all the damages.

“She was hungry and getting insistent, I didn’t think she could start anything in half an hour.” He said with a bit of a pout as he ignored your eating, your legs still wrapped around him as you moaned around your burrito.

“You’re a fucking enabler, Odinson.” Carol said with a shake of her head. “Did you forget about Helsinki?”

“Ha, that was a good time!” You said around a mouth full of burrito.

“It was an international shitshow, Y/N.” She said as Thor guffawed. “Poor Nat had to do damage control for a month. What am I gonna do with you?”

“You could make me your housewife.” You said teasingly before taking another giant bite of your burrito, slowly unwrapping yourself from Thor as you arrived at Carol’s Jeep.

She rolled her eyes at you as you gave her the most ridiculous doe eyes she’d ever seen. “You’re so fucking manipulative.”

“Please, I’d be a damn amazing housewife.” You grumbled, waiting for Thor to crawl into the backseat. “Isn’t that right, Thorsie?”

“Her pancakes are delectable.” Thor said with an appreciative nod.

“See?! I’d make you pancakes everyday baby!” You whined as you buckled yourself in.

She just shook her head at you as she started the engine and pulled out.

You stuck out your tongue at her before turning to Thor over your shoulder. “Well, since Danvers here has a fear of commitment,” you said, ignoring her scoff. “ you want to make an honest woman out of me, Odinson?”

He threw his head back and laughed heartily before clapping a hand on your shoulder. “I would be honored to have you for my queen, Y/N.”

“Alright, that’s enough you two.” Carol growled. She was starting to get annoyed with your antics.

“Oh, are you jealous?” You said as you turned back to her, grinning like an idiot. “Cuz just say the word babe and I’d leave Mr. Asgard in a heartbeat, sorry Thor.”

He just chuckled at the two of you as Carol finally pulled into the compound, a scowl on her face.

“Let’s get you back to your room, Y/N.” She said resignedly, climbing down from the front seat and shaking her head at you.

“Are you gonna take advantage of me in my inebriated state, Danvers?” You teased as you stumbled out of the vehicle, Thor catching your arm and steadying you as he followed. “Cuz I’m down.”

“I’m gonna sober you up so you’re ready for the shitstorm that’s coming your way once your little bar brawl hits the news.”

“Ugh, lame!!!” You said with a roll of your eyes as you followed after her.

The three of you made your way to the living quarters, Thor holding you steady as you wobbled on still drunk legs, grinning and laughing with him as Carol marched in front of you. She shook her head at you two as you reached the door to your room. You leaned against the wall with a huff and a pout as she worked on unlocking your door.

“I’ve got her from here, Odinson.” She said as she got the door open, swinging it onwards and giving him his own look of reproach. “And don’t think your getting off easy, I already apprised Rogers of your role in this fiasco.”

“Ha, the Captain doesn’t scare me!” He said, doing a piss poor job of hiding the flash of worry that crossed his face. He turned to give you a grin and a kiss on the forehead before turning to leave. “Have a good night ladies.”

You turned to give Carol a knowing grin before she shoved you inside and followed after you, slamming the door behind her.

She finally let her face split into a massive grin now that the two of you were alone, a hearty laugh ripping from her chest that you reciprocated as she stepped into you.

“So, Thor knows then?” She said as she ripped off her leather jacket and tossed it aside, working on unbuttoning her flannel.

“Of course he knows, babe.” You said as you wrenched your tee over your head, moving to unbutton your jeans. “Pretty sure he figured it out as soon as it happened.”

“You didn’t tell him then?” She asked you with a cocked eyebrow as she stepped out of her boots and kicked them aside.

You rolled your eyes as you bent to untie your sneakers. “No, I don’t know why you want to keep it a secret though.”

“Mmm, I just like knowing that I get to do all these filthy things to you and no one has any idea about it.” She said as she watched you straighten back up, wearing nothing but your bralette and thong. “Now bend over the couch.”

“What?!?! Oh c’mon babe, we weren’t serious when we made that deal!”

“I was absolutely serious, sweetie. Now bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.”

You pouted and did as you were told, supporting yourself on your elbows as you presented your ass to her.

“Spread those legs further.” She ordered, tapping her toes against the inside of your ankle until you complied. “There she is. You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, we’re only gonna do 10 tonight, since you managed to keep your antics local.”

“Yes ma’am.” You said grudgingly, a shiver running up your spine as she ran her fingers up the back of your thigh.

The first smack jolted you forward suddenly, almost sending you tumbling over the couch as you dug your hands into the cushions. Carol ran her hand soothingly over the red handprint that she’d raised on your left ass cheek before bracing her other hand over your back and grinning down at you.

“That’s one.” She said, her fingers brushing over your clothed core and making you whine before she slapped your other cheek just has hard. “Two.”

She made the same soothing gesture over your right cheek before spanking you directly above your clenching pussy and making you scream.

“Ooh, three.” She said, biting her lip as she rubbed her hand in a big circle over your sex, feeling the dampening cloth of your panties with a satisfied smirk. “Fuck, baby.”

She gave two more slaps to each cheek in a quick succession that had you whimpering and sinking into the sofa, your knees starting to give out. Her next smack was over your core again, and you whined as a fresh rush of arousal flowed out of you and started to leak down your thighs, the fabric of your panties now soaked completely through.

“Love how wet my baby gets.” Carol cooed before shredding your panties with a quick twist of her wrist and flinging the ruins aside. She sucked in a breath as she got a look at the mess between your legs; plump swollen folds flushed with heat and pulsing with need as juices flowed out you. “Just two more. Think I can make you cum from just a spanking?”

Her ninth slap was right over your entrance and made you twitch as she kept her hand curled over your mound, just pressing against you as she felt the muscles of your core throbbing under her fingers. She took a layer of slick with her when she withdrew her hand, and you peeked over your shoulder to watch her suck your arousal from her fingers.

“Carol...” you whined, your breath coming in needy little pants as you waited for her to give you your last spank.

“Such a needy little baby. You better ask me real nice sweetie, otherwise I might just tie you up and leave you all frustrated. Maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck myself on that stormbreaker dildo you’ve been keeping secret. Would you like that?”

“Fuck, Carol! Please, please fucking spank me! I promise I’ll be your good girl!” You moaned, trying to press yourself back into her hand, desperate for release.

“Aww, but I don’t want you to be a good girl.” She said.

Her final spank was a direct hit to your clit, and you screamed as your entire body spasmed. Your fingers dug into the couch cushions as you squirted all over Carol’s hand, your knees finally giving out as you sobbed with pleasure.

“Oh, I knew you could do it baby.” She said as she started to press soft kisses down your back, her hand still in between your legs rubbing in big, slow circles over your pussy with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. “Love making my bad girl fall apart. Don’t you dare start behaving now.”

“Yes ma’am.” You sighed into the cushions as you came down.

Carol ran her lips and tongue over the swollen marks she’d left on you, her hand an your core starting to press into you harder. You gasped when she suddenly pulled you apart, her fingers spreading your folds and barely giving you a chance to adjust before her tongue ran over your slit in a heavy stripe.

“Shit!” You cried as you thumped your first against the sofa, your cunt clenching around nothing as Carol lapped at your sex like it was the first drink she’d had in weeks.

She grinned against you, slipping a finger inside you and making your keen as her lips wrapped around your clit. You had to fight to stay upright as she slipped in a second finger, scissoring them inside you and stretching you open as she suckled at your tiny button, making you clench around her.

You let out an inhuman shriek when she added the third finger, thrusting yourself backwards into her face and fucking yourself on her hand as her mouth still worked at taking you apart. She shook her head to bury her face even deeper and you lost it, sobbing as your body tried to curl in on itself as your orgasm crashed over you.

Carol brought both hands to keep you from collapsing at the same time she pressed the flat of her tongue over your pussy, moaning as you throbbed against her face and she caught your release as it squirted out of you, swallowing it greedily as her lips wrapped around your sex.

Your body finally stopped shaking and she stood up behind you, curling over your back and turning your head so she could press her lips against yours. She teased your lips with your tongue and you opened up to her, whining into her mouth as you tasted yourself.

“Mmm, how you feeling baby?” She asked with a grin as she pulled away from you, taking your breath with her.

“Pretty fucking fantastic.” You said, beaming back at her. You flipped yourself over until you landed on the couch with a huff, making her roll her eyes at you. “Really wanna make you feel good too, beautiful.” You said with a wink.

“Yeah? How you gonna do that?” She said as she watched you reach under the couch, searching for something.

“Oh, I’ve got a pretty good idea.” You said as you straightened back up, placing a long black box on your lap. “I don’t know how you found out about this, but it’s gonna blow your fucking mind. Say hello to the stormbreaker.”

You opened the box to reveal a massive, pretty realistic looking dildo and Carol let out a guffaw as you wiggled your eyebrows at her suggestively.

“I love you sweetheart, but I’m not letting you fuck me with a dildo based off one of our best friends!”

“Don’t be such a square, baby!” You said, standing up to chase after her as she headed into the bedroom. “He’d be flattered!!”

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willow-salix · 4 years ago

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This is going to be out of the blue and there's no need for a response to it, but I guess I feel like some of you deserve to get a peek behind my armour.

Facebook just gave me a memory from 7 years ago, showing me an album that I'd rather not see quite honestly, but you know when you're just drawn in even though you know it's against your better judgement? Yep, that was me just now.

The album is full of screenshots of the absolute shit ton of crap that I've had on the Internet over the years.

I was in the RP world for ten years, and in that time I was verbally and mentally attacked a lot, I was mentally abused, I was stalked, I was blamed for things I never did, I was used as a scapegoat for things I never did. I was the victim of unwarranted attacks that had my accounts deleted by fb so that I lost YEARS of writing.

I got my heart broken over and over again by people that claimed tk be my friends, people that claimed to love me but that were all too happy to dump me the second a better option came along. People that I sat up all night with, that I lost sleep over, that I went out of my way to help and support.

Some of them lied to me so throughly that they lied about who they were, where they lived, their job, their gender, their nationality, what other characters /accounts they had and everything else you could think of for over TWO years.

I've had one that claimed to be my best friend, sit on my couch, my actual couch, in my house and lie to my face. Lie to me and his long term partner and mother of his three kids that he wasnt cheating with a cheap bitch he met online (the third person he'd done it with I found out after) I only found out about her when she messaged me to tell me.

I stopped talking to him, after their friends started a smear campaign against me, and even then EVEN THEN, I talked it out and started talking to him again. But he turned it around and started blaming me and guilt tripping me again. So I cut him off. He stalked me. Like messaging my friend, posting things to me (actual letters through the mail) making new accounts to message me, buying new phone sims to call me. This was 6 years ago. He called me at the start of lockdown and left a message on my voicemail.

This man mentally abused me. He'd force me to talk to him when I had a problem and then he'd not like what I said, so he'd go silent and ignore me for up to three days, to the point that I'd worked myself up so much that I was apologising, that I was taking the blame for having feelings, only when he got that would he talk to me.

He was an alcoholic who worked in care if you can believe that, I supported him through him getting sober again, he still did all that to me.

I gave up on role play and let my character, my home, the one place I felt comfortable and safe, up. And I didn't go back for two years. I got talked around by someone, they made promises, I stupidly fell for it.

I then got used to bring their character back and to help them sort out storylines. I was then told they didn't want to work with me anymore because they had too much going on in their personal life, they blocked me and I then got screenshots that that had another writing partner already.

That broke me. That broke me and fandom and people and everything really.

I vowed never to go back.

Then I stumbled upon you lot. And I told myself not to get involved, not to start talking to anyone, not to start trusting again. Now look! Now bloody look!

I'm what... 500k + in a story that was never meant to be, I'm actually writing and collabing with people again and I have a character that I adore and feel just as comfortable with... And that is fucking scary.

It's sooooo scary. Like terrifying scary to me.

Because I'm having to trust again. Selene is like public property now, and I love how much everyone has accepted and adopted her and how they use her and write her too, that warms this cold, dead, suspicious heart of mine.

Because I can honestly say that Selene and John saved me and my sanity.

I am quite a sociable person, I love to chat to people and if I'm your friend I will go out of my way to do my best for you, to be there for you and to support you in every way I can. But I know I can be used and I dotn always see the bad in people. So I cut myself off and refused to allow myself to make friends again.

I was writing my novels and that was it. No interaction, no fun really. Then this loud mouthed witch blazed into my head, took one look at the spaceman and said "that one, he's mine, wrap him up I'll take him to go" and here she is.

They made writing fun again, they made it spontaneous and exciting, I suddenly had ideas again, people to talk to about the characters I love and it was hard. Because it was also good.

I had to trust the process, trust Selene.

But I'm also so wary. I'm wary that I'm gonna piss people off, that I'm going to annoy people with her and that people hate her. I know people don't like OCs' and I get major anxiety about that.

I've never had this amount of anxiety over stories before, never. Not my rp, not my novels, not the ones I did for class or competitions, nothing. This is singularly the most stressful writing I've ever done. Because these boys, they mean the world to me, they always have. They have always been my happy place since I was 5/6, they have always been my heart and home.

The problems I had in rp made me not like the books that I loved, the fandom I was in, because of peoples interpretations of the characters, the way they played them and the fact that they were so nasty to me. And I really really don't want that to happen here.

A few weeks ago I noticed that an account had bene set up that was clearly a piss take of me, of this account. And all the old fears and anxiety came rushing back. I instantly went running to Squiddy and Olliepig and basically tumbled around the group chat in a mess for a few minutes before I calmed down and realised what was going on and had a guess at who it could be.

But it's scary. Because I've been stalked, I've been badmouthed, I've had people make fake accounts of me to cause trouble, and it weighs on me.

Willow Salix is my author name, I had to choose that because my Pagan name (which I was writing under and still do on ff and a03) was too well known and my stalkers were reporting it every time I made a new account.

I had to come to love this name, come to see it as myself (willow is my actual real name btw) and feel comfortable with it. It's taken a long time, I've built my brand from it. I have five novels out under it. And to think of someone having an account with even a parody of that name gave me all sorts of chills.

I'm OK now, but yeah. Fun times.

So I guess... I just want people to talk to me. And I don't mean shine by ego lol, I mean that if I ever do anything to piss you off. If I ever say anything you don't like. If I ever annoy you with Selene or anything at all, PLEASE just come and talk to me.

I might put on a tough mask, and in general I am pretty hardy, but I'm a typical cancerian, hard outer shell, squishy inside.

Selene is my sanity in a home life that is far from easy, I won't go into major details but disabled husband, I'm a full time carer, he's majorly depressed and it's just... Yeah. Anyway, she's my refuge, she's my escape right now.

Actually making a side blog for her took so much guts, to allow her free rein to speak and act is scary as heck for me. Because I've been there and vowed to never go back.

The only good thing I took out of all my years of rp, apart from being able to make up a story pretty much on the spot, spontaneous replies, dialogue skills and character development, is my best friend in all the world @endellionaeternus who has seen it all and stuck by me through it all.

I have no real idea why I just typed all this, I guess I needed people to see where I'm coming from, and why Selene exists.

Yeah...

#oc roleplay #oc rp #selene tempest #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fandom #paranormalromance #john tracy

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misterbitches · 4 years ago

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I ship muren and li cheng bc i only saw it through gifs then i watched this episode cos i was like im only starting this show if they kiss im waiting and they did and it was nice and i got so anxious that i was about to fucking vomit. I really like them together. The top/bottom shit is dumb and i hope if they must mention it they all build a bridge and get over it so they can switch cos who gives a shit. I didnt realize how large they all are like most “tall” men on tv are lying. But bc that kid is so thin and tall and the other one (idk the stepbrother) is huge too. Li cheng is shorter than them both but more ~manly~ but still short so why doesnt he take a DICK UP HIS BUTT XD since that’s all that fucking matters and there’s only 2 genders and 2 eays to have sex lmao so nothing else otherwise ur screwed

Hd a terrible past couple of weeks personally and because i keep seeing my peopl eget murdered and things ripped from us ^_____^ anyway here’s Some libertatrian communist dumb bitch discoars so i’ll tag it:

keep in mind these are my opinions’”” when i engage in discourse. I am not the end all be all and I don’t need you to agree. There’s some shit I am non-negotiable on but thsi is just exchanging of information. Any authoratative tone I take on comes from my beliefs, my life, my experiences, and what I choose to cultivate as a person and an artist. I dont have control over your feelings, you do. If it hurts you then either tell me the issue and be PRECISE about it, understand that context matters which is why i type so much in engagement, and do not fucking lie or misconstrue my words. Do not call me western ever in your life either. I am a black-american. I have adhd and bc i am a black woman if ur automatically thinking im brolic i am accepting money in my paypal for ur wellbeing to get me to shut the fuck up.Thanks.

The stepbrothers storyline is stupid and lazy writing. I really want to counter people that say it’s written well and that it’s interesting because it isn’t. Even if it was illicit and fucked we can write a story out about this. Let’s rethink what they could have done shall we:

- become stepbrothers at about 16 and their parents mismanage the relationship and they fail in trying to get an integrated family together (this is what happened in the #iconic transit girls and that was fuckin’ weird but hey dude guess what we watched it and it was weird but not unethical and we know one is like 19 and the other is 21 and a girl so it’s like wow you avoided so much and handled their stepsister story very…….um lightly given the end lmao but it was there and people had AGENCY)

-OR you realize that freak is obsessed with him and then he realizes it and is like “bitch i swear to god” and in typical shtity trope BL fashion they can find a way from obsession, to loss and independence when you lose your obsession, to “love” if they choose

- have the fucked up shit but make it clear what the issues are and you literally cannot write your way out of it so do not try

But why can’t fucked up things be shown? Also this is realistic.

0. Well according to you but no one said that they can’t. So that’s on your interpretation of critique (that is, again, not bullying or harassment.) They can, i just gave plenty of scenarios in which it is affective and not just annoying to witness, trope-y, and frankly ridiculous and offensive. Sorry! They don’t do it well. You can come up with alternatives too. See #2 btw.

1. No it isn’t doing a good job of reflecting life because life has consequences. The exaggeration in drama doesn’t mean the arc shouldn’t be there. Almost always things that aren’t heavy with the message or meant to be sobering in a deep way are COMPELLING. The realism is the basis for art because we are human. This is not the way real humans act.

Someone said Tharn Type was mature and I had to laugh because no, no one acts that way and is “in love” if they act that way that means they fucking hate each other and they’re immature and frankly it’s just not that interesting for many of us to watch because the dramatization of the “realism” is fucking bonkers. That was such poor writing it is unbelievable and someone has the audacityt o say it’s how real adults act. Fucking murder me if I’m with someone for 7 years and we break up over a miscommunication and for some reason I am not as horny as my always horny boyfriend. The fuck? What kind of lives do you lead? Either you are not an adult or you are an adult who needs therapy.

I also hear the “realistic” argument but then people try and temper it with “but also it’s fiction.” What do you think fiction is? Why do you think filmmaking exists? Number one, it’s propaganda in the sense that you want others to buy into your presentation and see what you see. That means that the creators are telling people and influencing them WITH ART BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT IS about their feelings around a situation. That’s why it is imperative to be responsible as a filmmaker and artist and underline the deepness of creepiness if that’s what they want. If they want to relay that rape sometimes ok and psychos are crazy so they get boy (??!?!?!? BITCH?) then they achieved it with no innovative information. We know people get raped bc we are human beings and many of us live with that fear. You know, being the target demo and all. And bc BL loves that trope it’s rape fantasy peddled to young people and women. Just like shitty wattpad fics or NYT best sellers. Hooray, what now? Or are you trying to purport that this isn’t glorified fanfiction? Which it literally is

2. This is the issue with these shows. No one is saying that fucked up shit cannot be shown. There’s a film about a woman who is raped and she falls in love with her rapist (because he was masked but i think we find out later that she knows. Binoche is in it.) I have no desire for that film—i think it’s by a man and i extra dont care—but I hear it’s sort of powerful for many. I heard it was a good film. But the act itself is always eschewed and the conflict comes from how fucking ridiculous it is especially finding out that she knows. The power imbalance adn the possibility. They may not have handled it in a way I would have cared for but it was there.

There’s simply no imagination because these people do not care that much and aren’t great writers and filmmakers because they simply do not have to be. Sorry.

The industry doesn’t rely on the best they rely on efficiency (this is everywhere.) You can tell by the camera angles, the editing, the camera itself (idk if it is multicam but the flatness is typical soap flatness without the glowboxes to soften their faces.) Simple constant lighting. Now the surroundings are mostly beautiful. But even to some of the costumes. And those edits are abysmal, some of that camera work.

So with all that said even with the couple I extremely enjoy I see its (H4) faults. Add into that a lazily thrown together “shocking” love and if they are trying to get us to feel a type of way about its sexiness they fail. This is why movies like 50sog, 365 days, etc aren’t enjoyable to people because it’s fucking strange situations that they dont want to entangle or make enjoyable to viewers across the board. They know what people will take. It’s just that bitch what are we here for if even the sexiness isn’t there for ur stupid story.

At least with that teenager and 30 yr old man in MODC (which i do not love but i like them in theory if it wasnt totally repulsive to me and also if it was developed in a way that was good TO ME) they had their, er, “sex appeal” i talk about this as well the main couple in MODC to me, visually, was a miss. Not bc whatshisface was small and stuff but bc he was so sickly and they needed that to propel the story but it was just not appealing given how the story progressed. A missed opportunity in tying the two together besides making him look waif-y and sickly only to have the “did ur mom die in a car crash? No, cancer” type of move in not another teen movie. But the opposite. And not funny. Wayne tho????? GORL. Eggs. Cracked.

fandoms have a very warped sense of harrassment and discourse.

Most fandoms have harassers who are “protecting” the cast and crew who don’t need their protection (or maybe the crew does since they probably dont get paid well but why the fuck would anyone care about that lol) but very few have the people who have concerns or massive critique about the show are not going to be “bullying.”

If people are saying “if you like xyz, u suck” then sure it may suck for you to see but who fucking cares. Either talk to the person or don’t be friends with them. That is not bullying or harrassment. Things that are shitty get criticized. Fuck, things that aren’t shitty don’t. Get away from this idea of cancel culture and people misunderstanding the story. We have the ability to.

Think beyond your noses of personal preference. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them.

And guess what? You won’t like everybody. Many people can’t stand me i’m sure. Oh well. I mean frankly I don’t like that and I feel very unsettled when I don’t feel understood. That’s ok! I have to temper it. Sometimes calm myself down. I won’t get anything and everything I want. And you won’t like every opinion and sometimes it’s like “man am i a dummy?” But the part of growing up is fucking maanging that and beng honest about “bashing and harrassment” and “bullying” and growing up. Yuo can like what you want the “let people like what they want thing” is so fucking juvenile and THAT is not the real world. Which is probably why so many people feel that way, they dont want to live in the real world. Unfortunately, you do.

Think beyond our noses of personal preference and what we feel emotionally in conjunction with others. You don’t have to convince people of what you believe. And you can say things that you believe to be true but it doesn’t make them so or maybe it isn’t received that way to people. And many times we learn new things in the discussions “oh shit i didn’t see it that way” right? Discussing it is good but critique is not bullying, harrassment, or hate. Neither is fucking roasting shit because even this shit I like (manner of death lets say) deserves it. Art is meant to be critiqued and if you dont fucking like the bullshit people make then say it. They know stupid stories like this are scandalous and they don’t give a shit in how to present them. Usually the “opposition” in these situations aren’t the popular beliefs that permeate through society. Trust me lmao

Antiblackness

Antiblackness is a thing. It permeates everywhere. It permeates in this genre and it permeates in fandom. Get it the fuck together. Also do not conflate cultural relativism with being repsectful. They are not barbarians, they are smart human beings either making work or deciding to. We all have diff cultures but we have fucking sense in what is respectful and not. And if we don’t we fucking learn. You cannot excuse things and say “oh culture” when you have 0 idea of that culture or actual people who are radical etc and are fighting against it. Additionally the word westerner is an ignorant term when referring to people in the US or UK who are black. Because we are not. We extend sympathy to other groups and empathy since we know so there is no inherent power imbalance between a black viewer and their subject. Don’t suggest that because it’s wrong and ahistorical and contextless.

FIRST the fallacy of representation as freedom makes people fucking complacent, individualistic, and doesn’t let them think critically. Consumption and discourse around consumption is not helping material conditions of the marginalized communities in your home, the black ones who are ignored, those intersectionalized in these communities. Groups talk about art and what it means for them outside of just what we see and because we also don’t have access to a bunch of Thai reviews or what movements or going on we are less likely to know if we don’t FUCKING SEARCH for it. Because art is constant...which leads me to....

Representation is difficult. It matters and it doesn’t.

Tthese shows are not meant to overturn the LGBTQ+ community.

There are queer filmmakers and artists in these countries. Deep illustrious film careers or even TV that is moving and deliberate. We can even see it with the dude from “your name engraved” in their short series he was in beforehand. BL is no wa pejorative because it is simply not “qu**r” storytelling whatever that means. But know it has always existed everywhere and there are also out artists or radical artists in all these countries who do no respect mediums that are cash-grabs and poorly made.

ex: As much as “Like in the Movies” sort of isnt for me and is a bit hamfisted you can tell how much love goes into that. Love of the characters, acting, and message. Yes it’s cringey to see some of the lines (like very tbh subtlety wasnt exactly their strong suit) and yea naming them after lenin and marx is just 0ihgoaudgijposkagjihou BUT GUESS WHAT? THEY FUCKING DID IT. THEY TRIED. And class was a large component as well bc u cant fuckin ignore it. The show is aware of the machinations in its world as a show but also in the philippines and for a fuckin reason. And duatarte? Loooooooool so like yea not so sure bl makes him love his ppl but the show isnt trying to do that

It’s not a transgressive genre and it has no reason to be. No ethical anything under the way we live it’s just trying your fucking best to be. That’s it. They serve societal ills and capital’s purposes. Which is fine but it is not revolutionary.

These countries in SEA or even SA do not have as big budget for even mainstream dramas—though things are changing and that’s bc REVENUE like revenue from kpop is fucking huge for SK and again so much about that is bc of what happened in their history from japanese imperialism to WWII to the US—so for “queer” stuff it is sort of now important to make that an export and it sure is one. Not only globally or to the west but a lot of these places make their money within asia (duh!) outside of their countries. OBVIOUSLY. so BL is a way to output and gain money. The thing is, it doesnt seem to be put back into the industry at all. For people in all these countries to make works that aren’t for mainstream or wont reach as many people there’s a difference between trying and just shoving shit in your face and going here it’s gay you like it right? But dont antagonize the inherent patriarchal nature of BL.

Another thing: did you guys know thailand was never colonized? You should look it up. There’s little hints of things in ITSAY to represent french influence still. Isnt that fascinating? Find out why. It’s certainly interesting that the representation, though damaging and dubious many times and also incorrect like any media, is huge in asia and this isnt a commodity here (the US) exactly. A lot of that has to do with colonial ideas of gender of which I am sure. But listen………lmao

Sometimes people dont give a shit. And it very much shows. Here is the thing once again. GOOD TRANSGRESSIVE WORK exists.

Een within the capitalist Bs paradigm or you can see people trying (I can sort of applaud parts of lovely writer) also queer media has always existed everywhere the reason you don’t know about it is because it gets takena nd commodified into a mainstream product. We hvae little incentive, particularly if we are not fans of cinema or art in gen, to search fror others when the output is right here. Being dictated by others and the state and who will give you money. No longer an effort of a cast and crew who want to convey things. But google [any country] independent cinema, radical cinema, queer radical cinema, or even retrospectives on the cinema and rethinking what is queer and radical in film. What if we took that, diluted it, got rid of the creators who put themselves through all the work, ignroe al the nuances and do……………….two actors who are conventionally attractive with no chemistry making out.

It’s the same here lets say daniel kaluuya winning the oscar for the film about the BPP. I heard it was okay and not too offensive but it still isnt’ enough. It still isn’t like hwood isn’t trash, nnati black, misogynistic towards BW and women, and all that other shit. It was pushy but it can’t be enough where we are. Black KKKlansmen i think won an oscar, by circumstance i fuckin hate these award shows they mean nothing, and i like the film a lot but he has his misogynoir still resting in his films even if it is poignant. And it was a film that honestly wasn’t really made for black people. And should all art be a response to direct trauma or trying to make ourselves palatable when we’re just human?

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ and it’s importance (capitalism) but also sorta individual responsibility

Considering a lot of these actors are rich and then just dip that’s another problem. Mainstream isn’t what sustains marginalized art ever. It doesn’t change in the vast ways we think it does. What changes is the people of these groups pushing, fighting, forcing and then capitalism trying to make it work under capitalism. It will not. It cannot.

This is why artists and labels often don’t mix or you see people like Sonic Youth doing whatever they want and pissing off their label but making them give them money. Same with Nirvana. Vince Staples. The thing is they can fight and make good shit but what capitalism helps people….not care? They don’t respect the audience? We’re getting those returns on poor executed product placement, lighting, editing, framing, fucking acting. And you surewon’t see mixed black asians in these shows. WHY R U is the oNLY one i have seen it in and he just disappears (but that was pretty cool.) so who the fuck is this representing? And before you start: asian countries are not homogenous the way we believe them to be. There are marginalized communities outside of even mixed people that are harmed. So you can skrrt cause on that one: you’re wrong buddy. But it gives us the IDEA of a paradise which is what they NEED.With representation and visibility comes consequence and responsibility as artists. What it allows them to do is coast and not think complexly because why should they; it’s mostly the fantasies of some older woman who probably has money and much less interaction with the world. It’s bonkers. And what that allows even further is for them to say YOU ARE THE THING THAT YOU CONSUME and the THING THAT YOU CONSUME IS YOURS. It is not, it is not your identity, form a close bond but figure it the fuck out. Especially for adults who are hellbent on twisting their minds into pretzels and can’t acknowledge what’s just laziness in art and not giving a fucking shit. Truly.

There’s damage that has been done from Parasite as he was supported by CJE&M and the bullshit obsession america had and eveyrone’s poor interpretation of it if they are rich. BJH is a socialist and he is a filmmaker. He has made films that are outstanding and cost a lot of money. But now a fear for indie filmmakers is just not being able to raise that much or have that much attention. Getting funding that helps them instead of expecting the Next Big Thing that is a fad because capitalism is trash. Yes this funneling of money is absolutely harmful to us artists. Even buying in is strategic. Additionally, that film is probs one of the most radical films to have that wide release and accolade (unlike “Sorry to Bother You” which i have a lot of thoughts about. One being that asian exports are acceptable but black ones are not. This is an overall art critique and global media critique. Blackness is removed, not respected.) However, filmmaking isn’t green, it can’t be socialist, and it’s a lot of work. They used tons and tons and TONS of water to do a huge beautiful feat but we still know there is a cost. We have to figure that out because it shouldn’t be. It doesn’t go back into the crew’s pockets the way it should and the work becomes that of the director’s and actors solely. It’s fucking hard. We have to do our part but it doesn’t mean we are doing it perfectly. We just have to try to do better. So does BJH cos he needs to not be a misogynist but anyways i digress.

additionally and this is something some users fail to understand: people in the media sphere generally have fucking money. I went to film school that was international with super fucking rich kids. Taiwanese kids, kids from south asia, china, thailand. They had money. No not upper middle class money, not “rich” money, not some paltry 1m that’s chump change. Fucking money. Fucking RICH-RICH. MILLIONAIRES. BILLIONAIRES. WHICH IS DISGUSTING MIGHT I ADD. The domestic people didn’t have the money for school (in the UK) and i am in a massive amount of debt like every other black student that went there. You do not understand how much money is needed to survive so people who turn to these crew positions even casting etc need this fucking money usually. OKAY. A lot of the people that do well in these dumb shows or even on a larger scale HAVE MONEY. The reason these industries are small and struggling is because of lack of people and lack of resources to independent shit because oh gee it takes money to make things.

Why should I try? Well you don’t have to really if you have money or a name. Yet...

We can tell when like those Tik Tok shows or DCOMs dont give a shit (anymore.) You know how frustrated we get when content for young people is garbage? Well, see, BL is literally that under that system. Occasionally we will get something good now but there is virtually no need in any sector in the world at this point to truly figure out how to make it better and what to do to enhance artistic literacy, outreach, teaching people new things, getting people from these communities there and having true realistic says. Art and culture is IMPERATIVE TO WORLD LIBERATION but not when it is so stiffly trying to bend to capital’s idea of progressiveness. No. Neoliberalism. No.

That’s why in a way ITSAY is a huge feat; it takes from films etc and they clearly had money (the actors rae rich too which….lmaooooo j’aime pas) but it was a respected fucking script, acting was important, blocking, framing. There’s very little to critique as a visual medium for that because I understand what they are trying to do, their market is going to be mostly young girls, but they RESPECT THE FUCKING AUDIENCE. And guess what guys? You can make money from it!!!! WOAH! Since that may be the only goal which is disgusting and repulsive.

HOWEVER AND THIS IS WHAT IS SAD: itsay is an ex of a great show however knowing the actors backgrounds and the pseudo trouble it stirred when they weren’t supporting people protesting against the coup in the summer it really put a damper on my enjoyment. And this is how we can see that:

a) it’s honestly just a show and a good one but b) now what?

These kids (actors, who are like idk 19? 20?) are rich and not saying anything while countless actors, who were filming, did. Even tul who has $$$$ and the thing is the protesting against the coup legitimately attacks the rich. As it should. The protests going on were cries for help, against a dictatorship and fucking coup, asking people to get fucking help for covid, having kids be able to live. There’s a mini on VICE about this and it probably doesnt go too in depth but there’s a kid in there who talks about his friends getting into drugs and how he just wants to make music, have fun, skateboard. And it’s harrowing to see. This is a direct example of what these things do and don’t do. Yea we know a good show is here, we know growing up and slice of life, we know this is a bit of escapism and idealism but the idealism is reflected in the way these actors also choose to live their lives. So what progress? To who? For who? How is this helping me? What purpose does it serve? I say ITSAY serves its purpose as a piece and a glimpse into possibility of growing up but i do not say it antagonizes a broader issue that needs to be relevant in some sense but simply is not. It’s very singleminded and, well, it’s sort of like “besides my sexuality, what do i have to worry about?” But for real humans like....a lot. I do not respect their decision at all.

Why can’t we do our jobs and make something decent and respect our audience? No time, gotta make that sweet sweet sweet cash baybee. Look how progressive we are! Don’t look at history and material conditions. Thanks in advance, management.

History 4 does not have that respect. Many of these shows do not. Sometimes we hit good, sometimes we don’t. But in the end we cannot settle. And I won’t. If I am critiquing something I will not be shy and if I am meant to enjoy something as escapism then these shows NEED to highlight that and it’s rare sometimes (the best twins is a good reminder like that show is bad but man do i Brain Empty when i turn it on and i like that and there’s not much in it that makes me want to kill myself from annoyance but there are transphobic jokes i dont love however the whole show is a comedy about this dude’s crazy homophobic sister and she is constantly positioned as wrong and they talk about the aforementioned trans women as the actor was in drag. Interesting that they can manage that, huh?)

Oh btw.....taiwan has a very complicated history but ignore all the bad stuff it’s good now you can kinda sorta get married and stuff. KMT? You know how i learned that? I care about human beings and read about it lmao. I am not Taiwanese and look at that. So now I have historical and DIALECTICAL~**~*~****~*~*~ context so i can judge it as an artist, a black woman from america, and from the knowledge i have to pick up on their history to see if this fits into a broader picture besides the micro-one of sexuality on an individualized level. And this is kinda where it comes full circle: these shows are not you, you are not them, they do not exist in a vacuum because nothing does. The failure to critique now means continuing on as it has and it will still do so. History and time are not linear in the sense we think it is. Someitmes things are better, sometimes things feel more austere. We are not living under liberation though and these shows are not going to do so. So they are not US nor are they for a nebulous “us” of which the groups are all fractured and have diff opinions anyway (my opinion as a black american is going to vary from an asian woman’s say and that could really clash and i do not feel solidarity with all those in every community i am for several reasons.)

Final thots that have taken up my time and the only thing i actually wanted to write but got distracted:

Anyway my dissertation is that I ilke Muren and LiCheng a lot a lot and i like how cute they are and how truly dumb li cheng is. This is an example of mostly good writing, decent actors, nice chemistry, and sort of a calmness to them. And I super enjoy how Muren is pretty forward with LC in the sense that being together is like very important to truly be together. When he was like “no i didnt forget!” Or when LC asked him something in the office I forget it was 6 am and again i almost threw up and muren nodded and then LC leaned on him. Very cute. I want more of them tho i may have to skip that othre couple (the cameo the ones from MODC) but omfg the younger one HIS HAIR GREW SO MUCH HE LOOKS SO MATURE AND CUTE OMFGIJ0HUG9SAOGIJPKOAGJSIOHUAGIJP hahhaha the one good thing i will say about THEM.idk how old the actor is i figure he was young idk it makes me happy to see him he’s very cute. I hope he’s in something i can watch and not gag at. Is he hot? Who knows but he is a cutie!!

Anyway muren and lc have a good thing going it’s nice to watch ho\pe they dont fuck it up but im truly a sucker for some true finds 2 luvas i think some user on her\e was like i’m not a fan of friends ot lovers bc it doesn’t seem like they’re actually friends and maybe they were referring to this show idk. But it made me think and it was a very good observation. So i think they are friends and also luvrs <3

#history 4 #history 4: close to you #i told sunset about you #a thot #tharntype #lovely writer #bl fandom #idk #lol #long

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divinepassionflower · 5 years ago

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Night rider

So I need to write this down for posterity's sake, and so I can pull it up later to laugh my ass off at. Here goes:

We're playing an Aberrant game, (Vampire the Masquerade, but for Superheroes) and we're still learning what we can do with our powers. One of our group says he has a great idea and wants to take us outside to show us.

Al: I'm gonna try something and I want you guys to watch!

(Our biochem grad student who pays for school by slinging designer drugs): Do I wanna be high for this?

Al: oh yeah!

So he pops a tab, I'm still figuring out who I am as this character, so f it, I will too. They're the 4 hour variety. Oops. Ah well, outside we all go.

Q, our 4th guy takes a 1 hour tab. These are psychedelic, btw. We about to trip BALLS.

So we go outside and watch as our buddy Al tries to turn himself into a Ferrari.

The first attempt gives him a car shape, but still fleshy. We're not even tripping yet, but it feels like we could be. Why bother taking drugs when your friend melts into a car without them?

The second roll goes better. He's looking more like Thomas the Train, but shaped like a Ferrari. His face is still stretched awkwardly across the hood and we're laughing at the absolute horror of what is before our eyes, because if we don't laugh we might cry, or maybe those tears are from laughing to hard, idk at this point.

His face finally sinks into the hood like quicksand and he has successfully converted his physical form to mimic a Ferrari. So he pops open a door and asks us to jump in.

For science! I get in the car/my friend and let me tell you, as a female player getting inside a car that is actually a male player's male character there is innuendo aplenty. What part of him am I touching? What does it feel like to him? Am I really going to drive him...wild?

Hell no, I'm sitting in the passenger seat, I don't want to work the stick shift on this thing, if you get my drift. He insists on BUCKLING ME IN and I'm freaking out a bit (remember my character is starting to trip balls) because I don't know what part of him is touching me and Holy Shit what if I get in an accident what's going to happen what do I tell my therapist do I tell her I got inside somebody and it was all squishy WHAT IF I'M TRAUMATIZED FOR LIFE BY THIS WHAT USE ARE SUPER POWERS GOING TO BE TO ME THEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!

By the time I bring up 'what do if I have to have therapy for this? What will I say to my therapist?' My fellow players are in hysterics and my Storyteller has his head down on the table while he tries not to die laughing and maybe sober up enough to continue narrating for us.

Al, as a Ferrari with his voice coming across the dash as rainbow speaker bars, takes me for a ride (ha ha) and he's really getting into it, zipping through traffic running the occasional light... and attracting the attention of the cops and your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. So Al feels something land on the roof, but I'm already tripping balls, so I can't reliably tell him who or what it is and there's cops chasing us.

So he pulls into an alley, giggles as someone grabs at the door handle and opens it to see Spiderman as Miles Moralez who is surprised to find me getting out of the passenger side, doesn't realize what is going on, thinks I have a talking car in addition to bioluminescence (I GLOW bitches!) thinks Al must be some sort of Transformer, which I guess he kind of is...

And being the kind fellow he is, plays along with our charade as he attempts to wrestle control away from the 'driver' as the car speeds off. Leaving me there. And while most of the cops speed off after the two of them, one sticks around to ask me questions. I'm not sure if I was less than believable or they had some inkling that I was HIGH but instead of letting me call an Uber they take me down to the station to take a statement.

I weigh the pros and cons of using my powers, but decide that in my psychedelic brain that playing along is the best course of action. I give them a description that vaguely matches Al, tell them his name is Alex and he wears a 3 piece suit, and how the hell should I remember his last name, we just met! By the time I'm out of jail and in my Uber I am peaking and see Al, in his normal human form sitting next to me. For the record HE'S NOT REALLY THERE, BUT MY STORYTELLER LETS HIM PLAY HIS DELUSION.

Al: oh come on, it wasn't that bad.

Me: I'm not talking to you.

Al: what? Come on, don't be mad at me! Didn't I take you for a ride like I promised! It was awesome! And it wasn't even meaty and squishy!

The other player are adding their two cents as the voices of my delusions:

"It's like being born again when you stepped out of him!"

"Do you think the undercarriage is like the taint, just streeeetched?"

"Come on, now you get to say you've been inside him!"

It's awful. And hilarious. I'm giggling and groaning in horror in alternating waves. And there's two details I forgot to mention previously:

We've got comms, so my other two teammates have heard all of this

Al and Spiderman have been following behind this whole time after Al found a quiet place to shift from a Ferrari to a bird. I was unaware of this.

I get to the swank condo building that Q resides in and the door opens. It looks fleshy. The whole damn building looks fleshy. There are eyeballs instead of security cameras, and the doorman speaks with Al's voice. As I stand in the doorway debating to go inside what appears to be Al as a living building, a pigeon flaps down beside me and speaks with Al's voice.

"You gonna go in, bro, or what?"

"There's not allowed to be two of you, and I know this won't actually hurt you," and I kick the pigeon off of the stoop.

It's not a delusion.

That was actually Al.

Whoops.

The doorman is watching me act like a crazy woman and when I ask for Q he gives him a call and gets permission to let me up. The elevator opens like the stomach's sphincter.

"Into the belly of the whale!" I declare as I march on in. Going up feels liquid like, as though I'm bile rising and about to be puked up. The hallway is the inside of a mouth, with a tongue for a carpet and teeth in place of doors.

"I'll punch a bitch's teeth out, I don't care!" I come to a tooth where Q's door should be and use my powers to part the molecules of the door so I can step through.

Everything on the other side is completely normal, with the exception of Al perched on the balcony as a pigeon, still. I get new drugs to sober me up, but man! What a wild ride!

#aberrant #superheroes #shenanigans #acid trip

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darkfire1220 · 5 years ago

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Godzilla: King of the Monsters SPOILER Review!

WARNING! SPOILERS BELOW! IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN GODZILLA: KING OF THE MONSTERS YET, GO AWAY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I made a post just yesterday defending Godzilla: King of the Monsters from the harsh criticism the film has received since it’s release over the weekend. I stand by what I said: I think the critical reviews have really hurt the film’s reception in an extremely negative and undeserved way. Now, that’s not to say the film is a perfect one! It has its positives and negatives, and I’m going to go in-depth into them in this review. I’m also going to be making theater experience comparisons to other movies I’ve seen in the past to help you understand where this film falls under my spectrum. This is absolutely my sole opinion, but I just want to clear some of the air and really give everyone my thoughts on this film.

I’ve gotten to see the film twice now, the first on opening night, and the second about five hours ago. The first time I went in as a huge Kaiju nerd, excited and anticipating the film which I hoped would be the blockbuster of the summer. I’d even go so far as to say that I was more hyped for this than Avengers: Endgame. I watched Ghidorah: The Three-Headed Monster, Kong: Skull Island, and Godzilla 2014 prior to going to see this movie. I was prepared to witness glory incarnate.

And I did. Can confirm, my mind was blown. I walked out of that first showing with a stupidly huge grin, possibilities whirling in my mind, and a fierce excitement to see it again. We got a bunch of easter eggs in addition to seeing some of my favorite Kaiju on the American big screen for the first time. I got everything I wanted and I felt very positive about it all.

Godzilla and Ghidorah OWN this movie. Not only did I get way more Godzilla than in 2014, but I got to see Ghidorah shine. That dragon is such a savage, showing every bit of maliciousness he’s known for and even when Godzilla gets juiced up towards the end of the film, he takes every hit thrown at him and pays it back. This Ghidorah takes no bullshit from anybody. He deals it out, and he deals it out with extreme prejudice. Everything from his design, sound effects, the unique behavior and interaction between his three heads (I LOVED that, btw) is so goddamn good and I can’t express enough how much you should go see the movie if only to see the kaiju do their things.

Now Rodan, my boy Rodan! You were once one of the goofiest looking Kaiju I’d ever set eyes on, but my god you got a makeover in this movie. Legendary’s Rodan is a monster in the skies, and you can see that without any trouble. When the planes start to fire missiles at him, he shrugs it off and seems to be more annoyed than anything. Actually, he kind of just plays cat-and-mouse with the jets when he’s pursuing the Argo (The big jet, kind of like a stealth bomber. My dad would disown me for just calling it that because he works in aerospace XD) and only when they completely surround him does he eventually get fed up with the jets and executes a mean barrel roll to essentially bitch-slap all of them (yes, all of them- he kills the entire squad) out of the sky. That was an awesome shot.

Last but certainly not least, Mothra. This incarnation of Mothra is by far the most aggressive, but still retains a lot of the classic kaiju features. She’s beautiful to see and when they started playing her music theme I got so excited. This Mothra also has a few tricks up her sleeve! I was very, very surprised when she whipped out a stinger of all things! But she showed a lot of loyalty to Godzilla in protecting him from Ghidorah and eventually transferring her power to him after Ghidorah kills her (of course she dies, it’s Mothra :( BUT there’s another egg in the end-credits, so maybe we’ll get more Mothra in Godzilla vs Kong!). Another detail I didn’t actually notice the first time watching this was when Godzilla went Thermonuclear and blasted Ghidorah with atomic pulses, the pulses sounded like Mothra’s cries and gave off patterns similar to Mothra’s wings. I thought that was very cool!

Also, one thing I wasn’t expecting to enjoy were all the kaiju Legendary made up for the movie. As much as I would have loved to see more Toho kaiju, (I wanted Anguirus so bad lol) the designs for these kaiju, brief as they were, were awesome to see. We got a number of new minor kaiju with their own unique designs, ranging from the mammoth-ground sloth hybrid Behemoth, the mountain-backed Methuselah, and even a massive MUTO similar to the ones from the 2014 film, but with her own unique features. I’ve heard some people call this one MUTO Prime, but I think that might be a reference to a Godzilla comic that was released not too long ago. I think it was called Godzilla: Aftershock. Don’t take my word on that, I haven’t gotten to check it out yet. I could be totally wrong.

But anyways, I loved all of my kaiju, even the new ones! I’d love to see more of them, even if it’s just little bits and pieces!

Onto the human characters. Yes, your favorite part of this review. Yes, I am being absolutely sarcastic, but to be fair, I personally think the actors did a great job. Of course it’s a Godzilla movie and the plot line is a little wacky, but everyone from Millie Bobby Brown to Kyle Chandler (and especially Ken Watanabe) played their characters very well. The acting was spot-on. I couldn’t really bring myself to truly hate any of the characters. There were some questionable choices, yes, but the actors themselves played their characters very well, I think.

Now of course, I’ve had time to sober up a bit and the second showing let me think a bit more about the movie and its problems. I’ve boiled it down to three main issues: First, the humans take up too much time. Two, I wanted more kaiju (specifically Mothra). And three, the fights kept getting cut in the middle of the action.

King of the Monsters struggles with the same issue that Godzilla 2014 had in that it actually doesn’t have enough monsters. I’m not talking about monster battles- it has that in spades, (though I found myself wanting even more of that, as well) but I found it lacking when it came to some of the kaiju themselves. The first half of the movie rolls out exactly like I wanted. It starts with a bang and just immediately starts to move. It’s fast, catastrophic, and visually stunning.

That visual awe, by the way, is something that is maintained throughout the entirety of the film. If you want to see some of the most amazing shots you’ve ever seen in a movie, then this is the one.

The problem with King of the Monsters starts mostly in the second half of the film, just after King Ghidorah rises from the ocean victorious in his latest battle against Godzilla. At this point, the film slows down and focuses far, far too much on the people. We know that the Titans are rampaging around the world, but we don’t see much of them. Even Ghidorah and Rodan (the latter of whom submits to Ghidorah’s authority after getting his ass beat) aren’t given much screen time to show what they get up to, which apparently flying over to Washington D.C and turning it into Ghidorah’s personal crib.

I would have LOVED to see Ghidorah and Rodan fly up to the capital and basically lay waste to the place, if only to add to their danger factors. They both present an immense threat, but it feels a bit subverted given how little screen time they have together while Rodan is under Ghidorah’s authority.

But we slowed down and focused on the people, who were sent on a mission to heal Godzilla after the Oxygen Destroyer missile almost killed him. Granted, that is important, but it felt too stretched out for me to really enjoy it. I would have liked to see Mothra partaking more in helping Godzilla, especially since she gets so little screen time in the movie.

That’s one of my biggest nitpicks as I stated before- I didn’t get nearly enough Mothra. We actually got more Rodan than we did Mothra. Don’t get me wrong, Rodan is one of my favorite Kaiju and this movie scales his baddassery level up so much, but I NEEDED more Mothra to really make the movie work better. Her design is gorgeous and her brief participation in the final battle is fine, but I wanted MORE of her. More of Mothra interacting with the people, with Godzilla, and with Madison (Millie Bobbie Brown).

Just more of Mothra. For a kaiju that plays such a key role in rebelling against Ghidorah’s Alpha status and protecting Godzilla, she doesn’t get remotely enough screen time.

But let’s get back on track. The movie slowed down after the battle in Mexico concluded and Ghidorah became the Alpha kaiju. And in this, I felt in my second viewing, is really where the crux of the problem lies. Some of the human actions were very necessary and provided the meat of the plot, but a lot of the fat could have been cut out and replaced with kaiju instead.

The scene with Serizawa (Ken Watanabe) and Godzilla was masterfully done, though. For those of you who aren’t diehard kaiju fans, Serizawa was the scientist way back in the original 50′s Godzilla films that killed Godzilla with the oxygen destroyer. In this movie, Ken Watanabe’s character, who is also named Serizawa, sacrifices himself to save Godzilla by detonating a nuclear bomb beside the Titan, which helps him recover his radioactive life force.

“Goodbye, old friend.”

There’s something tragically sad about that quote and it was the most powerful moment in the film for me. Not just because it pays homage to the original Serizawa character, but because that really takes you back to the original Godzilla roots, when the kaiju was used as a metaphor for nuclear devastation. Serizawa is of Japanese origin and his father was killed by the bomb in Hiroshima (in the storyline). He sacrifices himself to save Godzilla and is killed by the nuclear bomb they use to jump-start the Titan. That echoes hard and reminded me where Godzilla came from in the first place.

Godzilla gets juiced by the nuclear bomb and goes on the hunt to track down and slaughter Ghidorah once and for all. Cue one of the most epic monster fights you’ll ever see on the big screen...or it would have been, if they didn’t cut away every few seconds to focus on the people. It’s this repetitive sequence in the film that hurts its score the most for me. I don’t care about the people scrambling on the ground, or at least I don’t care enough to want to focus on them when Godzilla, Ghidorah, Rodan, and Mothra are scrapping in the background.

Like hello??? Can I look at THAT please??? More, please!!!

What action sequences we do get are great, but god they would have been so much more satisfying and powerful if we just got to see the kaiju duking it out while the humans scrambled in the background, and not the other way around.

Walking out of the theater this time, I felt like I stated before- I didn’t get enough kaiju, or at least the kaiju I did get kept getting cut off by human nonsense. I still enjoyed it, absolutely, because for me, the pros of the film outweigh the cons. I got to see my favorite kaiju duke it out amidst tolerable human actors with CGI that Toho couldn’t have even dreamed of seeing back in the day. I got my Godzilla movie, and while it wasn’t perfect, I liked what I liked more than I hated what I didn’t.

To put this in comparison, I think this film falls into a healthy theater experience, but not an outstanding one. For example, I am a Jurassic Park nut, and when Jurassic World came out, I saw that movie more times than I can even count. Every opportunity I could have to go see it, I saw it. I think I saw that movie in the theater something like eight times? Not even a joke, I saw it that much. I loved it so much. That was probably my favorite theater experience ever. King of the Monsters makes me want to go see it again and again, (even now, after seeing it twice!) but maybe I’ll refrain from seeing it quite that much lol.

But it doesn’t deserve to be thrashed with criticism the way it is. Another example, my most negative theater experience, is when I went to go see The Last Jedi. Oh my god. Now THAT movie made me wish the new trilogy had never happened, and I love Star Wars. Even in my first viewing of The Last Jedi, I walked out of that theater with two of my friends (both of them hardcore Star Wars fans) and we all said out loud, “What the fuck was that garbage?”

Oh my god we hated that film, but we went to go see it twice regardless because that’s what we do to really determine how much we like or hate a film. The first time is for initial reactions as fans, the second time we go see a film to be more perceptive about it. And The Last Jedi sucked even more the second time, which is why I will never touch that movie ever again. I could go in-depth about it, but that’s not what this review is about. This was simply an example to compare King of the Monsters to.

If I had had the kind of reaction to the film that I did with The Last Jedi, I would absolutely understand the box office numbers it is currently being pounded with, but I didn’t have that reaction. I loved the movie both times I went to go see it and for the life of my I can’t fathom why it’s receiving so much heat. This film is pieced together BETTER than that horrifying Star Wars movie, for god’s sake, but it’s doing so much worse. Let that sink in for a second. A Godzilla movie’s plot is pieced better than a Star Wars movie. Will wonders never cease?

All in all, I think King of the Monsters is a sold 7.5/10. It’s not perfect and it has its problems, but I think it’s a solid entry into the kaiju franchise, and at this point I’m just praying that the negativity it’s receiving doesn’t hurt the Legendary Monsterverse later on down the line. I want to see more Godzilla movies after Kong vs Godzilla, thank you very much!

Whew, that was a lot to write. Anyways, my final advice to anyone thinking about going to see it is to just go take a crack at it in the theaters. I can understand why people didn’t like some parts of the film, but I found the positives outweighed the negatives. Long live the King!

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shiredwarf · 6 years ago

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okay, so here's the long ass rant that was promised. It's very much centered around Jaime and Brienne/Jaime because apart from Tyrion they're like the only reason I'm still invested (and this blog will stan book!Jaime to the bitter end) though don't expect any sort of Cersei bashing. Jaime/Cersei is complicated and boils down to more than "OMG SHE'S A TOXIC BITCH!!!" but more on that later. Obviously, there will be spoilers behind the cut and speculations regarding the rest of the show + a reference to a potential leak for ep 5 that's basically been going around since even before the show started so I don't know how big of a surprise that is to anyone.

Starting off with a couple of plot points:

The Funeral Scene Dany and Jorah were heartbreaking :( I loved those two together so much :( Jon's speech was fantastic but you know it would have been more moving if literally ANYONE apart from the people in the North + Cersei's gang had been aware of the danger heading their way. Like I bet you could talk to any peasant in King's Landing and they wouldn't even have a clue what White Walker means.

Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End & The Feast A++ scene, would watch again. Loved that Dany gave a shoutout to Arya and drunken Tyrion leaning on drunken Jaime warms my heart. Love my dysfunctional Lannisters. Also as much as I dislike certain aspects of the drinking game (see below) I appreciate Tyrion's match-making. He's a good bro. And seeing Brienne so relaxed with her friends is just... good stuff. Tormund is a cutie as always and Tyrion pouring him a drink after he realizes he has no chance with Brienne was the best. So was the Hound acting as Tormunds relationship counsellor. Poetic cinema. The token and conveniently available Northern women throwing themselves all over any male single character wasn't on the other hand. Loved that Sansa and Sandor finally got a scene together. Didn't love the 'glad I was raped so I could become the woman I am now' bullshit. Gendry is the fucking cutest! Smitten to the core. I am tentatively confident that he and Arya will work it out if they survive.

Tormund's & Sam's Goodbye Glad they got a goodbye with Jon, glad Tormund got Ghost cause Jon sure as hell doesn't deserve him. Like not even a pat. How the direwolves were treated pisses me off so much. At this point, I hope we'll never see them again just so they can be alive and happy wandering around with the best boi.

Missandei & Rhaegal No comment tbh. What's even the point anymore.

Onwards to relationships & characters:

The Starks & Dany I AM SO SICK OF THIS. SO SICK OF IT. Arya did not cut Littlefinger's scheming throat last season so that they can now scheme and bicker amongst themselves. Yes, Sansa has a right to worry about the North. Yes, Dany fucked up more than once since she came to Westeros. But those characters faced a tsunami of undead together and them still being too stubborn to even entertain working together without a hidden agenda to bring down Cersei is stupid and PLAIN BAD WRITING! Now Tyrion is being dragged into this shitshow as well and I just... ugh Varys why

Dany Listen, I'm not the biggest Dany fan, far from it. But they're treating her like shit! She lost so much during that battle and there she is at the table watching others bond while she's alone. Like jfc Jon I'm not saying I approve of this whole thing but go hug her or something, she's given her all in the battle. Again I don't approve of most of the things she's done since coming to Westeros but can you imagine how isolating this experience must be. Apart from a select few survivors, everyone close to her for the past years is now back in the company of people they've known for far longer. They belong, they have bonds, friendships, loves, family and she's not part of it, has no place in this. She must feel so lonely right now. And instead of highlighting that (or btw dealing with the PTSD that everyone surely suffers from after that battle) they make her go all MAD QUEEN! Because that's how you write female characters isn't it. As soon as they show strong emotions due to trauma you can label them as crazy! jfc Then she loses another dragon, large parts of her fleet and Missandei. I honestly can only feel bad for her. And all that by the hand of fucking Euron the most annoying and flat villain out there. Honestly, at this point, I support "MadQueen!Dany". Just burn everything to the ground, preferably the entire show with the exception of Brienne being knighted.

Jaime & Tyrion Not much to say here except: I love them. I just want to watch them sit around in front of a fire and drink and tease each other for the rest of my life. I just love their sibling dynamic.

Jaime & Tyrion & Bronn I don't know really... usually I love those together but that scene was just... off? I don't know. So Bronn just rode North for a 3-minute talk and then he just... fucks off? (I mean I assume he doesn't, he will be around in some form but it just irks me. Inconsistent writing and people teleporting in and out of the plot.)

Euron & Cersei Yeah, I love watching Euron creep on Cersei. Totally cool. Not like this is what she wanted to escape since the very start. Yeah, it's cool.

Jaime & Brienne Oh boy.... ok, let's start with the stuff I liked

the two of them just enjoying each other's company during the feast and just smiling at each other so free of their usual burdens. seriously Brienne has smiled so many times over the past episodes (and she melts my heart every time she does. Gwen is stunning!). In case it wasn't obvious until now: I really hate so much about season 8 but the absolute avalanche of good Brienne/Jaime content in ep 2 and 3 will be cherished forever.

Jaime's character arc is putting up a good fight at the beginning coming to Brienne's defence when Tyrion asks about her virginity

Jaime was so freaking nervous when he showed up at Brienne's door and I'm so here for that. I'm also here for Brienne doing most of the undressing. Get it, Brienne, you deserve this. No seriously though it matters to me that she pushed his hand away and then started to undress herself. It was her choice. She wasn't passively just taking what he was offering. I appreciate that in a show that has a less than stellar record with consent.

and listen I'm so bitter about so many things but I can't help but love it. I just love those two so much and I will cling to that one moment of happiness.

now the stuff I didn’t like...

right, so this is just a pet peeve of mine but I HATE the whole 'sex jumpstarted by a never-have-i-ever drinking game'-trope. I just hate it. I don't know what it is about that but I just don't like it and whenever I come across it in a fanfic it just throws me off. Now this scene itself was cute, not denying that but I just hate that THAT's the thing that sets it all off. especially since there was no need? and I should know I've read like every Brienne/Jaime fanfic published in the last two weeks. making two people hook up after a battle should be the easiest thing but no they go for this mediocre modern college AU plot? (and I'm not joking, I've read a fic like that a year or so ago...)

I really dislike the fact that they focused on Brienne's virginity because it's not in character for her to be worried about that. Apart from the fact that she is unmarried and highborn and therefore unlikely to have slept with anyone in the first place Brienne has never been ashamed of that. She is ashamed of her looks and her mannerisms and she thinks no one will ever love her or desire her. That's her insecurity. Not the fact that she's a virgin. If that were the case she could have fixed that with Tormund ages ago. Brienne yearns for acceptance (she got that now thanks to the knighting) and love (which can come with sex but is not exclusively tied to it) not some hookup. Now Tyrion doesn't know that so I can kind of understand his line of thought and her reaction I just don't like that this again is what triggers the development of Brienne's and Jaime's relationship. She's not flawed because she's a virgin and he doesn't need to "fix that". What they do need to do instead is face their feelings, share them and if that then leads to sex, all the better but it's not the point! Brienne being loved is the point and I'd have rather had an "I love you" than 10 sex scenes.

Speaking of circumstances... I would have prefered them not to be drunk but I guess I can kind of accept it. Both of them are damaged and insecure and would probably doubt the other's intentions in their sober state. Still... would have been nicer (and at least they weren't like REALLY drunk... to the point where consent would have been debatable)

I am still a bit upset that we didn't get a scene between them talking through what's going on in their heads (e.g. a discussion of what Jaime will do now and what he meant when he didn't finish "I came to Winterfell because....") but then again both Brienne and Jaime have always been more about actions than words so I'll accept it.

Did not get a scene with Brienne taking his hand off and showing him acceptance :/

Jaime

My first response to the episode was as you can guess very negative. Jaime's been my fave for a decade or so now and it's been beyond painful seeing his character development grind to a standstill for years on end. I was willing to forgive it though. I realize they needed someone to humanise Cersei and a screen partner for Lena that isn't a zombie or a creepy necromancer and when Jaime rode North at the end of S7 I thought: Ok here we go, we're finally back on track. Should have happened years ago during the siege of Riverun but at least it's happening at all. Then we get two episodes of Jaime distancing himself from Cersei and following Brienne around like a puppy. Quality material. Now though there are two options Either D&D decided to fuck him over and just obliterate 9 years of character growth for the sake of shock OR this is a very clumsy attempt at increasing the suspense and making people question whether Jaime is bad after all. Personally, I believe (and will always believe) option 2 BECAUSE THAT'S THE FUCKING BOOK CANON. Realistically though, I'm expecting option one.

Anyway, most of Jaime's scene can be interpreted one way or another and that's the only thing giving me hope here. For example

The sex scene with Brienne could just be him letting off steam, feeling alive after a battle etc and he doesn't truly desire and love her as much as he loves Cersei. BUT Jaime has never been about sex, Jaime has always been about love. Misguided and utterly toxic love from time to time but it's always been about love. He's had women throwing themselves at him left and right and yet he's always been faithful. Always true to Cersei. Why on Earth would he stop being faithful now? I believe sex and love are 100% intertwined for Jaime and he will not have sex with anyone he does not fully love. I always believed Jaime would have to put his relationship with Cersei behind him for anything to happen between him and Brienne (which is why I was so happy they didn't immediately kiss in ep 2). Whether that's the way the show sees it is another question...

When Jaime watched Brienne sleep afterwards that again can be read as regret or him thinking of Cersei and feeling guilty, wondering what he's done. I'd like to think instead that he's really wrestling with his own demons here (and that btw is why I would have rather had a scene with them having a heart to heart and fucking sorting this shit out once and for all). First of all: Jaime hates himself and I'm 100% sure he doesn't think he deserves Brienne. I think he feels guilty for not being able to keep his distance. I think he's aware that he's still on thin ice both with the Starks and Dany but also with Cersei. A lot of people would rather see him dead. What would that mean for Brienne's reputation? And what would happen if Cersei found out about this? So I'd like to think he's realized that he's involving her in something very dangerous that could leave her dead or emotionally damaged. (And btw why would he be planning and discussing their future with Tyrion later when he's already considering Cersei straight after sex? He would have put a stop to it because again love > sex for Jaime).

I don't know how Jaime staying in Winterfell would make any sense if he was still madly in love with Cersei. And I'm not saying this through my Brienne/Jaime googles. This is completely independent of Brienne. He knows they will go to war against Cersei. He's not part of the war council because obviously they don't trust him and maybe he also doesn't want to be directly involved in the killing of his own blood. No matter what she will do, no matter how much he will fall out of love with her she is still family, still his blood and there will always be a part of Jaime that loves his family and his blood no matter what they do (see Tywin, see Tyrion). Him jumping at the chance to kill Cersei would be out of character regardless of whether he now loves Brienne or not. In any case, Jaime knows what's coming, has no illusions there so if he's truly still bound to Cersei why not leave then. It's been days? I really can't explain this one if the writers go with option 1.

now about the scene with Sansa and Brienne. Could be that he is worried about Cersei and it's only now sinking in that she will die. Could be that Sansa's snide comment triggered something in him. Buuuuuut he does not look happy when he learns about Cersei's success. He looks worried, he looks like he didn't expect that. I'm not saying he's not shook by Sansa's comment. As I said I believe he will never truly not care about Cersei, she has made him who he was, she has been the focus of his life for so many years, you can't just forget that. But there is a difference between him losing it and doing a 180 because he still wants Cersei and him feeling conflicted because he knows what Cersei is and what needs to be done but that doesn't erase their history.

and then finally the goodbye scene. Again this could be in line with option 1, in fact it seems very much in line with it. I'm not saying it's not. But there are signs that it might not be. Like "Have you ever run away from a fight?" for example. Cause that's what he's been doing! He stayed behind in Winterfell because leaving would have meant fighting on one side or the other. He was trying to avoid that I think. And I also think he's now realised he can't. I think he didn't expect Cersei to kill a dragon or capture someone close to Dany. I think he thought it would be easier to take her down but apparently, it's not and I think he's worried now. Worried that Cersei will win and what that will mean for everyone he loves (Tyrion, Brienne). He probably decided that he's got the best chance of finishing this or at least contributing to the end. He might have realized that they do not have the luxury of keeping him out of it. Then Brienne brings her hands to his face and starts to beg and you know what he does? HE NODS TO HIMSELF. You know when Jaime usually nods to himself??? When he realizes how good, and pure, and honourable and true Brienne is. When he realizes he will have to stop her from giving too much because of that (e.g. when she tries to give Oathkeeper back. He does this little nod that says "of course she would do this" and then he has to tell her to keep it!). I honestly think this is him going "right, of course, she would do this. Of course, it's not going to be that easy. Time to bring out the big guns." He then goes on to confess all of his bad deeds and yeah again this could be option 1. Him driving home how much he loves her and not Brienne. But honestly, does it seem like that? He's not gloating, he's not admitting to this easily (the way he used to when Cat had him). To me, it looks like he has to force himself to do this because he hopes that will convince her to a) let him go and b) not follow him. I think he's trying to cut ties because he doesn't want her with him for what he's about to do. I think he's trying to make her hate him because he doesn't expect to come back and he thinks this way will be easier on her. This is Jaime's version of throwing stones at Nymeria. And as much as I try and read this any other way I just can't. Nevertheless, he made my girl cry and boy that's testing the limits of my love for him^^

What I think should (and could) now happen: I think it would make perfect sense for Jaime to go South on his own, infiltrate the capital, get to Cersei and play some part in her demise. I can even see them dying together as suggested by (unconfirmed) leaks but I doubt it will be in the spirit of “We came into this world together, we'll leave it together”. If they die together, I think it's more likely that he will stay with her because of the love he still feels for her even though that love is nothing compared to what it used to be. Looking at the episode I feel like this would make so much sense and most importantly it would not butcher his arc.

What I suspect will happen instead: I'm bitter and sad and based on the crap D&D have done to Jaime and others in past seasons, based on this constant need for cruelty and shocking twists I fully expect them to go with option 1. They've had this hard-on for Cersei/Jaime since forever and even though that relationship is way past its expiration date they keep shoving it into our faces. I hate this for many reasons, especially for nullifying Jaime's arc, for turning Brienne into I don't even know what, his rebound I guess. I'm willing to forgive them much but not this. I'm okay with my faves being killed off but not if everything they have become through trauma and hardship is erased within 5 minutes. And the thought that this could very well be the last scene between Brienne and Jaime and that Brienne is either right to believe that Jaime has left her or might never know his true intentions if he does switch but dies beside Cersei is too much. I want to believe guys but I'm so bitter and I don't trust them with Jaime and I do not want to get my hopes up just to be utterly disappointed. So yeah, this is what I'm preparing myself for.

So to summarize: It was not as bad as it could have been and I do think the hate is a bit much but that always happens when you get incomplete spoilers and have HOURS to freak out and hate it even before it starts but jfc they still fucked up. Character assassinations left and right, bad writing and plot holes (Euron anyone???), unnecessary drama and the usual mix of racism and misogyny. In any case, I want to end on a positive note here, so let me just point out the ONLY things I will take away from this episode:

Brienne being beyond precious!

Jaime is GONE, my friends. GONE! (seriously though through the entire thing they kept stealing glances and it's so obvious Jaime talked to her about his family. We missed so much of their relationship in season 4 :( )

Probably not what I'm supposed to be focusing on but that entire scene just screams domestic old married couple. I'm a big fan of Jaime showing weakness in front of her and Brienne accepting and helping without a second thought.

I can't get over how much THEY TOUCH each other. It's been years with nothing but his hand on hers when she was going for the knife and now they're all over each other. And the best thing about it: It's so natural. It's so new but they act as if they've been doing this for years! No hesitation, no doubt and Brienne accepting that she’s allowed to do this now, that he wants it :) (also look at thiiiiiis)

#text posts by thea #thea watches got #jaime lannister #braime #got spoilers #pairing: brienne x jaime #c: jaime lannister #tv: game of thrones.

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danorth · 5 years ago

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So, this is gonna be long and one hell of a ride. NSFW or for anyone, really. And I may not be alive much longer, because I’m probably going to be murdered.I’m at the bar the other night, watching the Hall of Fame Game. After it’s over, I go over to charge my phone, and get one last drink before I Uber home. This girl sitting next to me, very attractive. Out of my league. Like wayyy out. I’m just scrolling through memes on my phone. And she asks me“hey! Can I trust you to watch my things and not drug me?”“Uhh what?”“Can you watch my stuff while I go pee and not drug me”to which the bartender said “oh you can trust Greg, he’s really nice”. Annnd this is where the bartender fucked up.Girl comes back from the bathroom, sits back down and started to talk to me. Just random shit. Showed pictures of our dogs to each other. Talked about shows n stuff. Typical ‘meet a girl at a bar’ flirting shit. She asks if I’ve ever seen the show Years and Years. I say “no, but I’ve seen the band perform live”. So she goes on about how great the show is, and how I need to watch it. Asks if I have HBOGO. “Yes because I forgot to cancel my cable after GoT”. So she makes me download the APP, so I could start watching it when I get home. Thanks for the recommendation! I’ll probably check it out never. So a few minutes later, she said“hey do you live close by?”“Yea, like half a mile”“we should go watch the show right now, we can curl up on your couch and watch it together. I have a bottle of whiskey in my car”“Idk, my house is kind of a mess right now”“That’s okay, I have pets too” (or something like that. All I was thinking was that this girl wants to bang at this point)“I mean I guess, but I have to be at work early tomorrow”“That’s okay, I can only stay 30-40 minutes and then I’ll have to go home” “That’s fine” heh, cuz that’s all the time I’ll need! AM I RIGHT, FELLAS??No. Nononono, this was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life at this point.It’s about, 11pm at this point. I think? And mind you, I’ve only been talking this girl for maybe 20 minutes.So we tab out, get in her car. Which is a stick shift. And I say “oh no shit, I like you even more now! No one drives a stick anymore! I drive one every day!” Which I’m excited about, because at this point I’m thinking to myself “hmm this girl is hot, has tattoos, likes shows I like, and imma bout to get laid”We talked about driving a stick shift the whole time on the way to my house (this is important, because it wasn’t the first time that this subject came up). Which is just a half mile away. So was a short drive. She parks behind my car, blocking my car in.Go inside, I try to clean up a little bit as she meets and plays with my dog. While I try to get my Chromecast set up on my living room TV. Ya know, to “watch HBOGO”.She runs outside to her to grab the bottle of whiskey.It’s fucking Evan Williams.And this is the first time where an “oh no” thought crosses my mind.Kids, I’ve slept with some strange in my time. I don’t know how or why I get myself into these situations. I honestly feel that I’m a decent looking, charming, sometimes funny, nice person. Sure I troll the fuck out of people on the interwebs, but I do genuinely care about other people. Being nice does pay off, and karma is a real thing. But in this case, I was dead wrong.So after some talking about random shit. We get the show playing. I couldn’t even tell you what happened in the first few moments of that show, because she gets up grabs me by the hand, and leads me into my bedroom.Sex.So after, we’re just laying there. Pillow talk. Was a good night. I just got laid. She asked if she could stay the night. We’re gonna go to sleep. Everything is cool. I let her know that I have to be at work in a few hours, so I need to get some rest.Now, up to this point in the story, it all sounds like a great night. Pulled off another one night stand. high fives all around Right?Wrong.I say “that was great we should do this again sometime”“I don’t think so”“What why?”“I don’t think my husband would appreciate that”I am speechless. I don’t think I’ve ever felt my heart skip that many beats ever. Millions of thoughts crossed my mind all at once. Like, how the fuck did I not see this coming. Omg imma home wrecker. I’m probably gonna get shot of he finds out.Me: “Ummmmmmm WHAT? Is this an open relationship? Does he know where you’re at? Like, why didn’t you tell me that?”Her: “idk, does it matter?”“Uh yeah, I’d be pretty pissed if I was him”Now I’ve been cheated on before. And that feeling sucks. I’ve been in a similar situation like, 10 years ago. Where I didn’t know that I was sleeping with someone who had a bf at the time. I had found out a couple days later, and I found him on fb and let him know. He thanked me, and didn’t get mad at me at all. Cheating is the worse thing ever.So this is where shit starts to hit the fan. I don’t remember the exact conversation, but it went something like this:Her: “we’re getting separated soon”Me: “well you’re still fucking married to him”“Yea but that’s okay”“How is that okay?”“He’s been..... abusive”There’s a slight pause, then she starts crying. So this is where the sober me starts to kick in. This girl is struggling. She’s in a bad spot. And no one should ever lay a finger on a woman. And now I’m trying to empathize with this trashy Evan Williams drinking bitch. Like I legit felt bad from all the shit that she was telling me.Que the panic attack.She starts going nuts. Ripping posters off my wall, running around my house butt naked. Knocking shit over. Basically trashing my house.She asks me to get her medicine out of her purse. Which I do. She takes it. And calms down. (For the most part).Now this is like, 2 or 3 am now. I tell her that we need to go to sleep. Because I have to work in the morning. She tells me “(bartender) was right, you are a really great guy” Btw, Evan Williams isn’t that bad when you’re slightly inebriated and you just had sex with a crazy bitch.We finally get to sleep around 4? Maybe? I wake up late, she wants round 3. And who doesn’t like morning sex. I’m still kinda drunk at this point, and could give 0 fucks. So I gave her a fuck.Anyways, I need to leave for work. But her car is blocking mine. I tell her that she needs to move hers, but she can’t because she didn’t know where her clothes were. And told me I couldn’t move it because “I didn’t know how to drive it”“Uhh, this is the third time we’ve had this conversation. I drive a stick every day, I can move your car”I move her car. I leave for work. And I just let her stay at my house. I let her stay because one, the shit that she told me about her husband is pretty crazy. Two, I was already running late, and fuck it she’ll probably leave before I get home.A couple hours into my shift, she stops responding to my texts. I get concerned, because I’m starting to sober up, and piecing all this shit together. I came to the conclusion that I should find the husband on fb, and message him, letting him know what happened.... BUT, I see that she had already messaged him. FROM MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT! My computer was still logged into fb when I left, and I didn’t think to log out or shut it off or anything.I tell my boss about everything that has happened up until this point. He lets me go home. When I get home, I find her still naked in my bed. I get her friend to get her an Uber. And I leave. Oh also had the sex one more time because 🤷‍♂️.Go back to work. Thinking everything is over. That’s the end of that. Wrong again.I get home from work, to find her on my couch wearing one of my shirts. And only that shirt. Like vag all out and everything. This girl is afraid to go home. Which I’m worried about at this point. Because I want her to go somewhere safe. She’s refusing to reach out to any friends and what not.Oh yea, she had me find her phone. Which had 40 something messages and 28 missed calls from her husband. And several others from other people.She hands me $20 to order a pizza. And after we eat the pizza, she’d Uber home. Fuckin bet. I ordered the pizza, and she wanted one last round of the sex before the pizza got there.I kid you not. I’m sitting on one end of the couch, her on the other. And she just opens her legs and says “make it quick”This bitch has already hit and kicked me, trashed my house, and I’m just ready for her to leave.Sex.After, we’re just sitting there, and she starts crying again. Asking to go home. And I’m like“I’ll get you an Uber home, but you gotta put pants on” “No”“What do you mean ‘no’? You can’t get in an Uber with your pussy out”“No”So I gather up all of her belongings and clothes. And try to help her get dressed. To which she refused to allow me to do.Most guys will agree, one of the hottest things ever... That “arch” thing that women do when you’re pulling their panties off is a fucking amazing feeling.I had the same feeling when I got her panties ON.Pizza arrives. I go outside, sign for the pizza n stuff. Come back inside. Panties are off again. God dammit.We never even opened the pizza box. She’s saying that she wants to go home. But is refusing to get dressed. I’m starting to panic myself. Because I don’t know how I got myself into this situation. But, am me.She eventually hands me her phone, with the conversation that’s she having with her husband. And I read through the conversation, it’s her sending multiple texts saying “I’m so sorry babe” “idk where I’m at” “come get me”. And him saying “nope sorry” “this is on you” and “call 911”That last one though. That’s what I did.Before I called 911, I offered to drive her car back to the bar where we met, because I knew the husband would give her a ride back there. And not to my house. Because now I’m starting to worry about my safety. I don’t want homeboy to show up on my porch with a shotty. But then again she states that “you don’t know how to drive my car” with it being a stick and all. Even though this is 4th or 5th time this was brought up in conversation.I told them that I have an inebriated woman in my house that is refusing to leave, even though she wants to leave. Etc. I tried to call our one mutual friend, (the bartender from the previous night) but she didn’t answer.The ~20 minutes before the cops arrived were the most awkward 20 minutes of my life. This girl is drunk crying. Trying to get me to go for yet another round. Where at this point, my dick hurts. Also, “girl you need to get dressed, you’re gonna be going home”Finally got her panties back on, I didn’t tell her that I had called the cops. I told her that the Uber was coming. And was trying to get her to put her pants on.Cops show up, I go outside. Explain the situation, was kind of freaking out. But I kept my calm. I told them that I was concerned about her safety, because of all the shit that she told me about her husband. But they can’t force her to go anywhere she didn’t want to. She wanted to go home. Officers ask if she was presentable. I pop my head back in the door. She’s still wearing my shirt and her panties. So I’m like “I guess?”, and then I let them in.She yells “are you fucking serious? You called the cops?” “Uh yea, you didn’t wanna leave. Even though you said you did. Plus your husband said to call 911, so that’s what I did”The officer said to her “you’re on this man’s property, and he wants you to leave”Que crying and what not.Cops ask me to gather all of her stuff. Which I do. Her husband calls her phone, so I accept the call, and then put it up to her face. Tell her to tell him what’s happening. And that she is getting an Uber home. Apparently her card and PayPal was getting declined for the ride. So she couldn’t do it herself. They live like 5 miles away from me, so it was only $8 or something. I live pretty close to downtown, so ordering a Lyft/Uber usually takes 2-3 minutes after calling for one. Once cops tell her that her ride is on the way, and gonna be here within 2 minutes... Girl finally decides to get dressed.I had to help a 30 year old woman put pants on... I could see the officer’s partner struggling to keep a straight face during that ordeal. Lol.Anyways, I hand her hat, keys, bra, shirt (she’s still wearing mine) to the officer. Made sure she had all of her belongings. We get her to walk out of my house to the Uber. But she tried to grab the bottle of Evan Williams. To where I audibly laughed. “I don’t think they’ll let you take that”Cops didn’t let her take it. She got in the Uber and she was gone. Policeman handed me the bottle back. Where I say “usually this is the other way around, ha”Po-po leave, I call it a night, and it’s over.Flash forward to today. I get a message from our mutual friend (the bartender) and she’s asking if crazy girls keys are at my house. I was at work at the time. So I wasn’t able to check. But I’m 98% certain I handed those over to the cops. I look for them when I get home. Found nothing.Oh, and this girls car is still parked across the street from my house.So that brings us to now. I haven’t heard anything from her. Or the husband. And I’m not sure if it’s safe for me to go home. But ya. Know what? Fuck it. I’m glad I could share this story with y’all. There might be more to come, but you’ll probably have to read about it in my obituary.The moral of the story is, drug every girl that asks you not to drug them at a bar. 😂Jk don’t do that.And don’t stick your dick in crazy.TLDR: Took a girl home who I didn't know was married. She trashed my house.Edit: I’m not gonna change “que” to “cue” because fuck you, deal with my mistakes while I deal with mine. via /r/tifu

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aliciameade · 7 years ago

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“Worth It”

Because why not see what happens the morning after "Earned It"?

Rated M

When Beca’s alarm goes off, it’s so loud she falls out of bed from the shock of it.

She manages to smack her elbow on the nightstand in the process and hisses as her arm goes numb. “Shit,” she whispers to herself as she sits up to feel for her phone above her head to silence the chorus of Rita Ora’s “Poison” blasting in her hotel room.

She’s disoriented with the sudden rude awakening and she can’t find her phone to silence the ear-splittingly loud music. So she hauls herself up and spots it sitting on the dresser next to the TV. She rushes over and stops it with a sigh of relief as she leans back against the dresser and closes her eyes.

“Good morning.”

She jumps hard enough to smack her other elbow against the dresser and instinctively slaps her hands and arms over her naked body to hide from the intruder and crouches, not knowing how else to hide in her panic.

There’s a giggle and she hears, “Hey, it’s me.”

Her pounding heart stops for a second, then takes off again as she tracks the source of the voice to her bed.

A sleepy Chloe is sitting up in it, hair a total mess and, with the bedding bunched at her waist, naked.

She blinks, still crouching at the foot of the bed peering over it at her friend and roommate who...yeah, she definitely had sex with last night.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Chloe says with a smile, one that has her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Come back to bed.” She retrieves the covers from where Beca had taken them with her when she fell out in utter fear and pats the sheet as she lays back down.

It takes her a few seconds to process what’s happening (happened) but she eventually gets moving. She crawls up onto the bed and tries not to be embarrassed about her state of undress because she knows that’s moot now, but she must fail at masking it in her rush to get under the covers and hover at the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.

There’s a teasing hum in her ear and she’s jumping again, ready to flee on impulse when an arm wraps around her waist to pull her backward.

Much of her brain is still asleep, and the part that is awake is still coming down from hyperdrive panic mode as it stutters to fuller conscious and she feels it spinning, replaying the more specific details as to why her phone was across the room, why it was still connected to the Bluetooth speakers, why she woke up naked…

...why Chloe has her naked body held against her own naked body.

And then her brain wakes up al the way, lucid and clear, and the night rushes back to her.

Amy’s cocktails and Legacy being goaded into daring her to give Chloe a fucking lap dance.

Standing at Cynthia-Rose’s computer trying to decide if she should be dumb and pick “Who Let the Dogs Out?” or indulge her fantasy a little and pull up a sexy song and see how Chloe reacts to Beca getting a little sexy with her.

She’d definitely been curious about it, about the possibilities, for a while. A long while. A several years kind of while.

The cocktails helped grease the wheel of decision, but tapping that play button on penultimate lady jam crooner The Weeknd it wasn’t as difficult as she thought it should be.

Just like it wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be giving Chloe a lap dance and tuning out everyone else in the room. Just like it felt pretty natural to tease Chloe with her body and watch her react with a type of hunger Beca had never seen from her before but had definitely fantasized about.

She forgot they weren’t alone and in her haze of self-inflicted arousal almost ending up in her lap kissing her. The moment was interrupted and she rushed off, ashamed of her actions and loss of control once reality snapped back into focus.

The reality was that she’d given one of her best friends a lap dance with every intention of fully seducing her. She got so turned on doing it that she escaped to the bathroom to lock herself in it while the girls hooted and hollered over Legacy making out with the room service waiter while Beca shoved her hand down the front of her pants and touched herself until she was clutching the counter, trying not to collapse or make a sound as she made herself come in Chloe’s bathroom, staring at a tube of her lipstick left by the sink and thinking about how that color would look smeared on her own neck.

She bails on the party after that. It was enough of a battle to say goodnight to the girls, all of them demanding a hug goodnight like they were little kids, after letting them watch her behavior toward Chloe.

Chloe is the only one who doesn’t demand a hug goodnight; instead, she stares at her from the couch and doesn’t bother to say goodnight.

And Chloe never failed to say goodnight to her.

In her own hotel room and alone, she falls face-first onto her bed with a groan. Instinctively, her hips roll into it, the relief in the bathroom doing little to ease the arousal pounding through her system.

She has to distract herself, or at least make an attempt, so she hooks up her phone to the room’s Bluetooth surround sound system (which is awesome to have in a hotel room), pulls up one of her “Chill Vibes” playlists full of instrumental-only tracks, and forces herself into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She strips out of her clothes, kills the lights, and cuddles up with herself in bed.

She stares at the ceiling for a solid 45 minutes thinking about the way Chloe looked at her before grabbing her phone to pop open her texts.

“You’re probably busy w/ Bella, but if you happen to be free, hit me back.”

She taps her fingernails on the hard plastic of her iPhone’s case and is relieved when the three little dots show up to indicate Stacie is replying.

“Hey, B. Isn’t it the middle of the night there? You’re in France, right?”

“Like…2:30 am. Hotel party. You know how it is. And yes.”

“Ooh, I miss a good Bellas party. Never know what’s gonna happen!”

“You can say that again. :\”

“That feels like a loaded response. DID something happen? Is that why you’re texting me at 2:30 am?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“No, we PLAYED truth or dare.”

“I know. ;) Well? What happened? Don’t keep me in suspense.”

She rubs a hand over her face and sighs.

“Legacy dared me to give a lap dance…”

“To Chloe.”

“To Chloe. Good guess.”

“Literally nothing could have been more predictable than that. You bust out the sexy moves? I bet you were all over that. Literally speaking. Not figuratively.”

“…I don’t really know what happened?

It’s like I blacked out or something? And the way she was looking at me…”

“Whoa, girl. Don’t get me revved up. I gotta give The Hunter a break for a few weeks.”

“Stacie!”

“What? It’s true. Keep going. What happened?”

“NOTHING happened. But I just…I seriously almost lost it. I just wanted…I wanted her SO fucking badly.”

Her entire body flushes with heat and embarrassment at the confession.

“Only took you seven years to admit to that soberly. Or you aren’t sober right now, are you? You’re not, because of the party.”

“Shut up. I’m not NOT sober. But I’m not that drunk.”

“Okay, so you gave her a sexy lap dance (what I wouldn’t give to see that btw – one of those bitches better have recorded it) and you wanted to jump her bones. And you know she wants to jump YOUR bones. Why aren’t you jumping each other’s bones right now?”

“She doesn’t want to jump my bones.”

“OMG, you are so dense. Chloe has wanted into your skinny jeans for as long as she’s known you. If you want her, go get her.”

“You’re nuts.”

“At least I’m not dumb like some of us.”

A knock at her door makes her look up sharply.

There’s literally no way...

She considers waiting it out, pretending to be asleep, but she looks at Stacie’s last couple messages again and it’s enough motivation to get her out of bed to pull her pants back on. She zips up her hoodie while she walks to the door and stretches up on her tiptoes to check the peephole, even though she knows who it is.

She sees a flash of red hair, as though she’s turned to leave so Beca’s quick to unchain her door and open it and she sees Chloe jump and turn back in surprise.

She doesn’t open the door all the way; something about that feels disarming for whatever this moment is going to be. She kind of hugs the door and tries to look like she’s been asleep. “Everything okay?”

The moments after that come back to her in a blur of stops and starts.

Chloe sitting on her bed.

Chloe telling her she was, “so, so sexy.”

Chloe telling her that she turned her on.

Chloe telling her she came to Beca because she’s turned on.

Chloe suggesting Beca could do something about it if she wanted to.

Her serious consideration of the matter while watching Chloe lean back on her bed with an anxious kind of confidence; she’d never seen Chloe that kind of anxious before.

Her decision to act on whatever was sparked back in Chloe’s room and pressing play on a sex playlist she’d made a year ago for no real reason other just to have one should the need for one arise.

Chloe staring at her from her bed in shorts and a very braless tank top asking to be satiated seemed like a pretty sound reason for it.

So she pressed play on a song about riding a woman all night that ironically declared that it “ain’t truth or dare” after the way the night had begun and watched the heat roll over Chloe’s face and right into her own body, Chloe giving her the tiniest nod telling her it was what she wanted.

That’s all it had taken. One nod and one really sexy song and Beca slid into Chloe’s lap to like she’d done it a dozen times with a level of confidence that came out of nowhere.

The memory makes her shiver and she feels the warmth of lips against her shoulder. Then higher, and higher still until they’re on her neck and she shivers again and they’re on her ear.

“I’m still thinking about it,” Chloe whispers before tugging on the edge of her ear with her teeth. “Are you?”

She can’t stop the whimper that escapes her lips at the pull and she feels Chloe’s arm tighten around her. The way Chloe made her feel last night keeps clawing its way to the surface and roars to life when Chloe’s hand wanders over her hip to her thigh to give it a tug.

A request for her to turn over.

To part her legs for her.

Her body moves willingly and she’s on her back with Chloe grinning down at her before she’s even thought to move.

“Let’s skip breakfast with the girls.” Chloe’s hand moves up to pet Beca’s bare stomach.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re about to make an inappropriate comment?” Beca’s surprised at how easy the words flow considering her overall mental state, but she’s starting to think she shouldn’t be surprised by her actions around Chloe anymore.

Chloe’s smile widens briefly then turns into a suggestive one. “What, you think I’m going to say something about how I have plenty to eat right here?”

The way Chloe says it makes Beca’s stomach hiccup. All of this is so, so new and as natural as it feels to flirt with Chloe, it certainly doesn’t feel normal. She shrugs in response because she’s feeling rather tongue-tied after thinking about the implications of Chloe’s teasing statement.

Her lack of verbal response seems to please Chloe, who cocks an eyebrow at her like she’s surprised Beca has nothing to say as she lets her slowly wandering hand move up Beca’s ribs until fingertips are tracing the soft curve of Beca’s left breast.

She can’t stop the shiver it pulls from her.

“Or did you think I was going to say you can have breakfast in bed?”

Beca’s jaw loosens at the statement because Chloe’s hit her with a one-two punch of mental images and she has to run her tongue across her lower lip before she gets caught drooling over the thought of it.

But Chloe notices, her eyes drawn to every move Beca’s mouth makes and as though making some kind of point - Beca’s not sure what point it could be, but it definitely seems like some kind of point is being made - Chloe starts to lean closer and all Beca can do is watch and wait to be kissed.

She’s ready for it and her eyes fall closed but it doesn’t come. She feels the warmth of Chloe’s proximity hovering above and her stomach clenches in anticipation because she knows Chloe has something up her nonexistent sleeve.

“You’d be right. I’ve been craving something since the party.”

Beca feels the air rush out of her lungs and barely has a chance to fill them again before Chloe’s lips are on hers.

She knows she groans or moans or makes some kind of sound because Chloe echoes it before she’s coaxing Beca’s mouth open to accommodate her tongue, which isn’t really a difficult task at all, especially when she feels Chloe ease herself down to fit into the space Beca allowed her to make between her legs. It’s another instant reminder that they’re both naked and Chloe rolls her hips against Beca.

She’s not sure at what point it happened, but she realizes her hands are above her head, pinned there gently by Chloe and she huffs at the feeling that rushes through her at the concept of Chloe being in control of her.

It’s only fair, she realizes as she lets her tongue twist with Chloe’s.

Beca had been the one soundly in control last night, from the lap dances to slipping her fingertips down the front of Chloe’s shorts in a move she didn’t even think about making - she just...did it. She’d let Chloe work her way into her own pants, because honestly, after half a second of trying to deny her, the feeling of Chloe’s fingers on her pretty much erased every hesitation about that.

But she’d remained in control, laying over Chloe as they touched one another and kissed and shared oxygen until they came together, and then again after she managed a wisecrack about thanking Emily for putting them on their path as she guided one of Chloe’s breasts to her lips and reached for her because she needed to make Chloe come again.

It had been transcendent watching it the first time, so much so she’d almost forgotten to pay attention to her own orgasm.

But it seems now, as Chloe’s hips work in slow circles to grind into Beca, she is going to get her own turn at getting to lay back and let herself be taken.

She sighs as Chloe’s lips travel from her mouth to her jaw to her neck where they suck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark, though. Just enough to feel good.

And it feels good.

She can’t stop the chill that runs up her spine and she hears Chloe hum in response and the hand that’s been holding her wrists releases her to drag down her forearm as Chloe shifts backward.

It makes Beca swallow hard and she chooses to keep her arms up because there’s something really fucking sexy about feeling like Chloe has her tied up while she kisses down her chest.

Her lips travel lower until they’re covering Beca’s right nipple and it makes her back arch for more. It’s a new sensation Chloe’s offering her; last night, Chloe’s breasts were the only ones graced by the presence of a mouth because Beca had been the one doling out the majority of the pleasure.

But not now.

She squirms beneath Chloe who’s moved far enough back that the short-lasting friction she’d been offering Beca is gone. She’s left with nothing but the warmth of Chloe’s mouth on her skin - which isn’t a complaint - and the fingernails that are scratching down her ribs to make her break out in goosebumps.

She doesn’t complain because she knows where Chloe’s going.

She’s going where neither ventured last night; last night had been about hesitant desire, the kind of sex that happens when you both want to be doing it, but it’s so new that neither of you wants to get too wild or go too far and risk crossing some invisible boundary.

Beca knows that boundary line is gone now, erased the moment Chloe pulled her onto her back so she could grind her hips between Beca’s legs while she teased Beca’s tongue with her own in the very quiet, very sober, very mentally clear morning hours.

Because Chloe was still thinking about the night before.

Because Chloe wanted to do it again.

She feels that tongue trace her navel and she sucks in her stomach from the tickle. She’s about to threaten violence if Chloe doesn’t stop because Beca does not do ticklish when, while looking Beca squarely in the eye, Chloe backs up the last few inches necessary and lets her tongue slide right from her navel down to her clit.

“Oh my…” she doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out, opting instead for a hiss because it’s easier.

A smile curves around the tongue Chloe’s rather brazenly using on display and then she’s lowering herself to lay down to get utilitarian about things, and Beca watches in near disbelief that Chloe’s really lifting her knees to rest them over her shoulders right now. But she is, and her tongue is tracing slow, gentle trails everywhere and Beca twitches when it rolls over her clit just right. It makes her drop her head back to the pillow and close her eyes, arms still above her head.

There’s a sound from Chloe that’s reminiscent of a scientist declaring, “Eureka!” and Beca’s still thinking about that when she realizes she maybe should prepare for the results of Chloe’s big discovery, but she’s not quick enough.

She’s not quick enough and she’s gasping to catch the breath that gets stolen when Chloe repeats the pattern that made her twitch, but she doesn’t just repeat it. She repeats it so quickly, over and over again, that Beca feels the earth fall out from beneath her.

“Fuck,” she says with a groan as her hands fly down to latch into tousled red hair to ground herself. “Oh my God.”

Chloe hums in response and the vibration makes Beca’s hips grind down into her, suddenly desperate for more, now, faster, harder.

Whatever it is Chloe’s doing, hitting the exact right spot over and over again, has her on the verge of tears because it’s so intense but she’s not staying on it long enough to get Beca there.

She’s just torturing her, making her cling to the edge waiting for that necessary shift to push her over it, and she doesn’t seem interested in doing that quickly.

“Chlo,” she tries whining, as undignified as it may be, but all she gets is a version of a chuckle in return and hands that snake between her own to slide up from her waist to her ribs to cover her breasts.

It makes her forget to breathe for a second and then she’s panting and really starting to not care that it’s possible that whoever is in the rooms next to hers - Amy? Jessica? - could overhear this.

Because fuck. She lifts her head again for a second and the view, the way Chloe’s hands are on her and how her eyes are closed to focus on what she’s doing with her tongue...it makes Beca press her heels into Chloe’s back and try to pull her closer.

“Just...fuck...to the left...right there, oh my God, shit, don’t stop.” It’s a rush of words that trail off into a string of moans because Chloe’s about to push her over the edge. Her fingers twist in messy red hair and she knows she’s pulling a little too hard because she hears Chloe gasp, but Chloe also doesn’t stop so it must not be too bad because fuck she started sucking and -

“Oh my Jesus,” Beca says with a groan when she can think again and her whole body jumps when Chloe, still firmly in her spot, rolls her tongue over her again in the way she figured out makes Beca jump. “Stop, stop,” she laughs and feels Chloe place a chaste (if that can be such a thing) kiss on her and then feels the bed and warmth shift as Chloe makes her way back up until she flops down next to Beca.

“I’ve wanted to know what you taste like for so long.” Chloe’s breathing hard and that combined with the statement makes Beca shiver.

“I, uh...hope I didn’t disappoint?” She frowns at the ceiling and keeps her eyes closed hoping that didn’t sound as terrible as she thinks it did.

She feels Chloe moving but doesn’t realize to where until lips are on hers, tongue slipping past them to slide over her own.

“You didn’t,” Chloe says with a final peck to her lips and then she’s getting cozy next to Beca.

“That’s...good,” Beca replies trying not to sound awkward but Chloe doesn’t seem to mind.

She drapes her arm over Beca’s waist and hugs herself close and Beca sighs. She’d never admit to anyone else that she really likes to snuggle up after sex, but Chloe could barely get through a day without hugging her, so she figured there was nothing to lose in being herself.

It’s not like she needs to hide anything from Chloe anymore.

“You going to let me return the favor?” she asks with a wiggle of her shoulder meant to disturb Chloe’s resting head.

“Tonight,” Chloe answers with a yawn. “I wanna go back to sleep. How long ‘til soundcheck?”

She laughs. “Like, seven hours? But we’re supposed to go sightseeing with the Army brats after the breakfast that we just skipped.”

Chloe squeezes her and then relaxes with a sigh and makes it clear she’s not going anywhere anytime soon. “We can visit France again. I just want to sleep here with you right now.”

Beca’s surprised by the sting in her eyes and the lump in her throat at the casual comment. She swallows and nods. “Okay. We can go back to sleep.”

They eventually make it out of bed after sleeping in to a sinfully late hour, have lunch in the hotel’s restaurant, and take a taxi to catch up with the rest of the girls at the Promenade des Anglais.

She’s feeling well-rested and punchy and she decides to make good on her comment to Chloe last night and finds Emily in the souvenir shop they’ve all stepped into.

“Hey, Legacy. You really did me a solid with that dare last night. Thanks.”

Emily looks at her in confusion, hands frozen in the air with the dolman tee she’d been looking at with I speak French [fries] printed across it. “I did? What?”

Beca just winks and tilts her head toward Chloe who’s an aisle over looking at shot glasses.

It takes her a second but then Emily gasps and drops the T-shirt. “Oh my stars! Did you and -”

“Shh!” She slaps her hand over Emily’s mouth and looks around. “Chill, dude. I don’t need everybody to hear.”

“We already did.”

It’s Amy’s voice from coming from behind her and she turns her head to find the blonde casually reading over a spinning tower of magnets. “You did not.” She thinks back to how she was aware of the fact that she wasn't doing a very good job at censoring herself that morning.

Amy just tilts her head and hums so Beca spins back to Emily. “Be quiet.”

Emily nods behind Beca’s hand still silencing her.

“You’re going to go tell everyone as soon as I leave, aren’t you.” She states it as a matter of fact.

Emily nods again.

And Beca sighs.

She’s about to complain when she realizes that Emily gave her a pretty awesome gift and she’ll be back in bed with Chloe tonight - and the girls can gossip and whisper and comment all they want.

Because tonight she’s finding out what Chloe tastes like - and that makes it all worth it.

#bechloe #earned it #bechloe fanfic #fanfic #long post

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julia-highstorms · 6 years ago

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The Third Park (Damien x OC (Ellie)) - Part 5

Summary: Ellie and Damien can't deny the atraction they feel towards each other... so they go out on another date. But will Ellie leave him all hot and bothered again? ;)

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Damien is 100% human in here and it's a Male!MC (Allen). Link to previous parts

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13 (language)

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Word count: 2956

After taking Dipper to her evening walk, Eleanor plopped down on her cousin's couch, her phone in her hands.

Eleanor Zhou: "Hey! How's everything going? Sorry I didn't text earlier. Is Freddie giving too much trouble?"

Lucy James: "hey! not at all, Freddie is a total sweetheart, he's a good boy. and how are things going there in NYC? did you go out with your cousins' hot friend in the end?"

Eleanor Zhou: "Actually, this is why I didn't text earlier. I was completely hangover yesterday. We went to a pub on Tuesday night and I might have drank a little too much. I hadn't drank like this since college!"

Lucy James: "yeah, I remember you used to drink until you passed out"

Eleanor Zhou: "Ugh, don't remind me of those dark times. I had zero dignity back then"

Lucy James: “and do you have it now?"

Eleanor Zhou: "LOL BITCH!! If you weren’t taking care of Freddie while I’m out of town, I could have murdered you for this."

Lucy James: “we both know you couldn’t. Because you loooooove me! ;) but enough about college. how was the date?? I want to know all the juicy details!!!"

Eleanor Zhou: "Then I'm sorry to tell you that we just kissed. Yeah, I felt my knees weak, but thankfully he was holding me tight ;) but that was it."

Lucy James: "what?! I can't believe you JUST kissed him. what happened?"

Eleanor Zhou: "It happened that he still is in love with my cousin. And I want no trouble."

Lucy James: "but hasn't your cousin JUST married? and if you want no trouble, then why did you go out with him in the first place??"

Eleanor Zhou: "Yeah, Allen is happily married, but it doesn't erase the fact that Damien still loves him. And I went on a date with him because the flesh is weak, okay? Besides, I was completely drunk and my last hookup was like five months ago. And you didn't see him in a suit. Or just saw him."

Lucy James: "oh my god. is he that hot?! send me a picture of him. now."

Eleanor Zhou: "I don't have one."

Lucy James: "please. go on his facebook profile. you know what, I'll look for him myself. what's his name again? Damien..."

Eleanor Zhou: "Damien Nazario. And he's that kind of guy that probably is not on facebook."

Lucy James: "what?! then he's not my type. you can't trust a person who doesn't have a profile in a social media these days. even my grandma is on facebook like wtf"

Eleanor Zhou: "Good to know that you're not interested in him, because you're with Rob. How are things between you two, btw?"

Lucy James: "we're good now."

"Now" - Ellie noticed, letting out a sigh.

Eleanor Zhou: "Lucy… you know that you can tell me everything, right? If something's happening between you and Rob..."

Lucy James: "omg Ellie! everything's fine! we just happen to fight sometimes. it's normal. all couples do it."

Yep, but Eleanor was sure that their fights were anything but "normal". She never trusted that guy. "Rob". She knew he was bad news. But every time she tried to talk about him to Lucy, her best friend would get all defensive and then they ended up fighting.

Ellie was tired of fighting with Lucy because of a stupid man. So she decided to change the subject. This time.

Eleanor Zhou: "Alright, sorry. Anyway, yes, I just kissed him last night. We were both too drunk and I've had enough drunk hookups to regret for. And I don't want to regret anything with him because he actually is interesting." - ...And I might need his help. This was an idea that grew up on her the last couple of days. Damien Nazario was an investigator. She might needed his detective skills for help. But of course she wouldn't say that to Lucy. - "If he still wants to do it with me, sober, then I won't say no, obviously"

Lucy James: "I KNEW IT! you little hoe!! so, are you planning on going out with him again? or what?"

Eleanor Zhou: "Shut up! Maybe. I don't know. What do you think I should do?"

Lucy James: "oh, I gotta go, Ellie. talk to you later. bye!"

Eleanor Zhou: "What? Why? Lucy?"

Ellie sent a few more texts, but Lucy stopped replying completely. She felt a cold chill. Something was off, she knew it.

And she might knew why.

"Oh Dipper, what do I do?" - she asked the dog, which barked back at her, her tail wiggling.

The woman looked through her phone, making up her mind, stopping by a contact. Should she talk to him?

It was Thursday evening, which meant that it had been a little more than a day and a half since she went out with Damien to grab some drinks on that pub he (apparently) regularly frequented, Archer and Hopps.

She wouldn't confess it out loud, but Ellie simply couldn’t stop thinking about him. And his damned lips. She just didn't think about him the day before because she had this horrible headache (the hangover, of course) what wouldn't let her think. And she tried to busy herself today. And it kind of worked. She went to the Broadway. But as soon as she was coming back to Allen’s apartment, her mind drifted back to two nights ago... His warm body enveloping hers as he kissed her so passionately, so hungrily… and that cute jealousy side of him. She knew she was a little evil teasing him by flirting with… what was the name of that guy again? Oh whatever.

Ellie firmly believed that there was no such thing as “love at first sight” and all that bullshit. But she believed there was “sympathy at first sight”. When you feel a natural affinity with someone even though you don’t even know them.

And that was something that she felt with Damien. It was simply being impossible for her to stop wanting to get to know him more.

Damien Nazario intrigued her since the very first time she laid her eyes on him. He was a little moody, very cynical and a drunkard, yes, but he was a great friend too. Loyal and caring towards those he loved. It was visible that he was feeling a little out of place in the wedding. Yet, even though he had been in love with Allen for years, he accepted to be his Best Man.

...She knew she was pushing him, being too nosy, too rude. She knew she should stop it. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew he didn’t want anything with her. He still loved her cousin.

But… what she felt for Damien wasn’t love. She just liked his company and was horny for him. And she knew he kind of had the hots for her too, based on the way he kissed her and wanted to further things between them that night (although it happened almost two days ago and he hadn’t called her since - but she didn’t either - and he was drunk).

Things didn’t have to be complicated. They could be simpler, much simpler.

Besides, she didn't want to start a romantic relationship too. She didn’t want anymore headaches. Of all the times she actually dated someone, she never had her heart really broken - because she felt like she never had been deeply in love with anyone, actually -, but it was being tiresome. Be with someone for them to break your trust so easily.

...Yep, that was it, things could be simple between them. All they needed to do was be frankly towards each other.

With that thought in her mind, Ellie sent him a casual text.

Eleanor Zhou:“Hey there. Are you busy?”

He texted her back after a couple of minutes:

Damien Nazario: “Hello, Eleanor. I’d just came back home from an investigation. Why? Do you need anything?”

Yes. You.

Oh my god, calm down, you little hoe!

Eleanor Zhou: “I was just wondering if you’d like to go out tonight. You know, grab some dinner again. I’d like to discuss some things with you too.”

Damien Nazario: “U-oh, this sounds serious. Am I in trouble? I promise you that we’ll never play the Nazario Chug again.” - she laughed, feeling that he was slowly opening up to her, which was good. And he remembered about the other night, meaning that he wasn’t that drunk. Another good sign. - “This was a joke, by the way.”

Eleanor Zhou: “I know”

Damien Nazario: “Good, because Nadia sometimes doesn’t appreciate my kind of humor. Anyway, I would like to go out tonight, yeah. Meet me in an hour?” - that was enough time for her to prepare herself.

Eleanor Zhou: “Sure. Where? Oh, and I’d like to keep things clean tonight, if you get what I mean. And by 'clean' I mean 'sober'.”

Damien Nazario: “Okay, message received, I won’t drink tonight. There’s this diner two blocks away from Allen’s place that we could go. They have this killer grilled cheese sandwich. I’ll send you the address.”

Eleanor Zhou: “You won me when you said ‘grilled cheese’. Alright, see you soon! Xx”

Damien arrived on the diner a little earlier. Although he tried to look cool and relaxed though the texts, he actually was feeling a little anxious with Eleanor's invitation. He wasn’t as nervous as before he had that first date with her, but he couldn’t hold back a little excitement either. He liked going out with Ellie a lot, but he had some work to do, so he had been busy during those two days.

He thought that he might should have called her, but he didn’t know when was the right or ideal time, exactly. Was it too desperate call her the day after their date? Should he had contacted her sooner or later? Thankfully, Eleanor made things easier by calling him before.

The truth was that Damien Nazario sucked on calling people on dates (and just going out), in general. It was a miracle that he actually had dated someone in his entire life. But things with Alana were different; they had to spend months with just the company of one another. And the Parks always made everything easier; going out with them was fun and he always felt on ease around them.

...And he knew that he shouldn’t be meeting with Ellie again.

Don’t get involved with another Park.

He knew he should be thinking with the right head, the one above his neck. He should just listen to the voice of reason inside his head. He couldn’t let the emotions get the best of him. He had to go back to play it smart.

But, somehow, here he was, about to start another date with Eleanor Zhou.

He low-key blamed on his Latin blood. They were all too passionate about everything.

But he knew that the reason why he was there was simply because he wanted to know Ellie better. She was clever, beautiful, funny and a little weird, just like her cousins. Damien always felt this strange affinity towards them and it seemed impossible for him to resist the Park’s charm.

...Fuck.

He was so screwed.

"Am I late?" - he heard someone saying behind him. Eleanor smiled at him when he turned, her long and dark hair down framing her beautiful face.

"No, I've just arrived a little earlier." - he opened the door, gesturing for her to go first. Her grin widened, approvingly.

Damien was greeted by the cook as they entered the small and family-friendly diner.

"Does everyone in New York know you?" - Ellie asked as they sat on an empty booth. He let out a low and husky laugh.

"No. I just happened to help Hector over there a few years ago. One of his former waiters was stealing from the cashier." - he shrugged, sitting in front of her. - "And since then I have a special discount for every meal I want."

"Oooh, nice! Do I get a discount too?" - he chuckled with her boldness.

"I don't see why not. You're my date after all." - he saw a sheepish smile spreading on her lips. Those lips… - "Anyway, you told me you wanted to talk about something?"

"Yeah, about it..." - but they were interrupted by the waitress.

"'Night, Nazario. What can I get for both of ya?" - she asked, putting two mugs with fresh and black coffee in front of them.

"Hey Selma. I'll have my usual." - the woman nodded, not taking notes.

"What 'bout ya, lady?"

"Ah! I'll have the same as him, please."

"Is everything okay?" - he asked as soon as Selma left them. - "You seem a little… out of place tonight."

Ellie hesitated for a single second. Lucy hadn't texted her back since that evening. Not that it was an unusual thing to happen; Lucy could go days without texting her back. She had her own life. But… there was this alarm inside her mind screaming "danger! Danger" whenever she thought about her best friend.

"Hey, you okay? Do you want to go home?" - Damien's chocolate eyes were on hers and he looked both serious and a little worried. She noticed that his big and rough hand was above hers, which held the mug tightly.

"Yes. Yes, I'm okay." - she released the grip immediately and smiled at him. Maybe she was being just too paranoid. Lucy had never dated someone for so long before and Eleanor had been single for a while, so maybe she was feeling a little lonely. Maybe she had this unknown jealous side in her when it was about her best friend. Lucy would tell her if something was wrong. Right? - "I was just thinking about work." - and then she took a sip of her coffee.

Damien knew that she was lying. He was a detective; he knew when people lied on his face. And that was something that Eleanor was doing. The way she soon looked away and pulled out of his touch. Her fake smile.

"Ellie…" - her eyes were back on his. - "I know we just met a few days ago and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to... but if you feel in need of something, know that I'll try to help you. With whatever it is."

She looked at him for a few seconds, before a small but genuine smile appeared, her expression relaxing.

"Thank you, D. You really are a great guy."

"Did you still have doubts about it?" - Ellie chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"Cocky." - and she took another sip of her drink. - "I guess I'm just being too paranoid." - was she talking about Allen and Nadia being married to androids again? - "Anyway, I don't want to think about it now. Let's focus on tonight. On us, right?"

He liked the way she said "us". Damien smiled, nodding at her.

"This is a good plan." - he said back as Selma approached their booth with their food.

Damien was right, that was the best grilled cheese she had ever eaten in her life, no kidding. After they paid for their dinner, they decided to take a stroll through the Brooklyn Bridge park, alongside the river, arm in arm.

"I'll never get tired of this view." - she muttered, admiring the Manhattan skyline illuminated by all those city lights.

"Yeah, it never stops to amaze me." - Damien agreed.

He had lost count of how many times he walked there with Allen and Nadia after a night out drinking until none of them could barely walk straight. It felt like a forever ago. Their lives changed so much. The Park cousins had met their Perfect Matches, who turned out to be robots, they had to flee New York, he met Alana again after years, they brought Eros down… And now his best friends' were both married to their Matches. And he was coming back from a date with their other cousin, even though he had promised himself that he would stop getting involved with a Park.

...And Ellie was buying ice cream from a loner vendor.

Damien chuckled as she walked back to his side.

"I'm sorry I didn't get one for you. But we can share this one." - she said, eating her dessert happily.

"You are your cousin's cousin. Nadia has a sweet tooth too."

"Please. Nadia is too cute. I guess it's practically impossible to be there someone as cute as her. She's a walking cinnamon roll."

"You are cute too." - he whispered, watching her reaction cautiously.

But instead of punching him and claiming that she "wasn't cute" like Nadia would certainly do, Eleanor simply grinned at him.

"Hey, do you want a bite?" - she asked, offering him her ice cream. Damien agreed and leaned down to taste it, but instead of the ice cream, he found something warm and soft against his lips. His heart immediately leaped as he pulled Ellie closer to him, until her body was pressed against his. Her lips tasted like...

"...Strawberry." - he said when they pulled out, one of his arms still around her waist.

"Yes." - she giggled, her head resting on his shoulder. - "Do you want some more?"

"Of what?" - he asked, his eyes shining mischievously to her ambiguous question.

"I don't know." - she shrugged playfully, before kissing him again. Damien groaned against her mouth. - “Hey… what do you think we pick up where we left off the other night?” - she whispered, with that smirk he knew too well by now.

“I’d like that.” - he said, his voice low and husky because of the kiss and the excitement that was growing in him.

"Okay, just let me finish my ice cream and then we can go."

#the third park #damien nazario #damien x oc #perfect match #playchoices #perfect match au #perfect match fanfic #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #fanfic

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creaturebehavior · 3 years ago

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what’s up God how the hell are ya

what the hell do you want from me btw? to endure this all i guess

showing me my stupid strength or whatever. god dammit

i guess this is what i asked for isn’t it? i wanted to grow more, i felt so stagnant and so here i am

you handed me all this fucking stuff i have to do. and you’re like “here you go, try and handle this while sober. it’s going to be a ridiculous and annoying as fuck challenge but hey, you can fucking do it. cuz i’m here or whatever. got your back and all that shit. all that good stuff. fucking grow some more you big beautiful baby”

god dammit God okay. thanks or whatever for all this bullshit. god dammit. next time i have to deal with some bullshit i’ll get to look back and be like “yeah i remember last time, that stupid shit show. got through it before so here we go again”

this fucking sucks btw God. and i hate being sober rn god. i’m in pain rn God! physical and psychological and maybe even spiritual pain.

i have a fucking disease God, you son of a bitch. fucking cursed my ass with addiction. this is bullshit btw. yeah i know, fucking pity party over here. let me be mad God! thank you for loving me anyway

carry the message right? you fucking dragged me through hell and then out of hell and here i am. sometimes it still feels like i am in a sort of hell on earth.

i can relax, God and I can’t find the energy to proceed with anything either.

i need help. what am i to do? the footwork is endless. who can i lean on? i get home at the end of my day and i’m seeking someone or something to come back to, to help regulate my emotions like a baby crying and then mom comes and picks them up and they calm down. but here we are, God! once again it is you and me, and maybe i am neglecting our relationship. You did come down and touch my heart that first time i met you. and you did cradle me in the piercing sunlight of the morning while i was coming down in the psyche ward. do i need to call you in? is it my fault that i have cut you off recently? i didn’t mean to turn away from you God. i mean not really. i’m begging you now to cradle me again. sometimes i feel like it’s still just me in the spare bedroom and in the shower at my dad’s house that very first time when i was my grown up self but and 6 years old at the same time, cradling myself in my own arms and telling myself “i love you, we will get through this, i am going to protect you. i am here now, i will protect you” I know you gave me that strength, and i know you had to have been there. but what now God? what now? i need you here louder, clearer, helping me, holding me. cast your grace around me in this confusing and frustrating and exhausting time in my life. i feel so alone all the time. i get the sense that it doesn’t have to be this way but i am confused because maybe this is just how life always was and always will be. me by myself. sitting crouched rocking against the door singing to myself at 2 years old. sitting crouched rocking in the shower singing to myself at 15. holding myself upright, hugging myself so tight rocking myself in the shower in my early 20’s. sitting in bed, holding myself rocking myself at age 26. am i supposed to learn how to lean on others or am i supposed to continue like this forever? me and you and all the versions of myself inside me?

is it my own fault i can’t find a sponsor who is available to me? is this your doing God?

what’s next? what’s even happening right now?

help me God. cuz i am insane. and i am hanging by a thread. i am unwell. i am in such a stressed stage in my life. God please help me figure this out

how do i get my shit together? how do i fucking do everything i have to do? help me God i am screaming for you to help me. what the fuck is happening? what is going on? what am i supposed to do? why is this so hard?

#prayer #processing

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thekidultlife · 7 years ago

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MANSAE AU Part 1 | Choi Seungcheol

A/N: This scenario came from a request. THANK YOU, ANON, FOR REQUESTING THIS! As of the moment, we are also trying to work on the other scenarios, so watch out for it, please! <3

Btw, I put in a backstory for Mansae, and this is just the first half of the story. PLEASE LOOK OUT FOR THE NEXT ONE! Thank you for loving us!

Words: 4391

Genre: Fluff, angst

The guys were all splayed around, watching action movie reruns. The smell of chicken and beer permeated the room, and you could tell from the wasted looks of everyone that they had eaten and drank a little too much. That is, everyone except for Chan, who was still forbidden to drink with the others. And Jisoo, who was at that moment asking God why He put him in such a trying predicament.

“Unfair, if you ask me,” Chan grumbled as he continued attacking a chicken leg. “Hansol’s a few months older and he gets to eat chicken and drink beer along with it.”

“Just wait one more year, will you?” Hansol muttered, glaring at Chan, before turning back to the screen.

“Oh, dear God, forgive me for I have sinned,” Jisoo said aloud, his eyes looking above as he tossed Seungcheol another can of beer. Then he looked at the screen and his eyes widened as he watched the zombie on the movie. “Shit. The zombie just got crushed.”

“Did you just say ‘shit’? Hey, boys, JISOO JUST SAID SHIT,” Soonyoung bellowed, laughing with the boys as Jisoo sulked and leaned back on a couch, praying again.

It was considerably quiet for a time. Everyone was busy watching and gnawing at bones and sipping beer and spewing out nonsense at each other. Meanwhile, the zombies in the movie were growing in number, and the train was getting torn in half now.

Everything was as normal as any Friday night could get until Mingyu stood up.

“I’m asking her out,” he announced. “I’m asking her out!”

Yep, he said it like that. No edits here.

And it was kinda silent for a few seconds.

A few seconds only, mind you.

Because everybody started talking to everybody at once the moment Kim Mingyu’s words sank into their drunken minds.

“What the heck is this guy talking about.” “Hey, dude, go f*ck yourself.” “Shut up.” “Who’s ‘her’?” “Thought he was friggin’ gay with all his cooking and washing clothes.”

“Language, please,” Jisoo shouted as he turned the volume of the TV louder. “And this is the good part of the movie! The zombie is about to bite his hand!”

“Please let me have just one drink,” Chan pleaded as he quickly got himself one can.

“Probably some schoolteacher he seduced, since finals are coming up.” Laughter at Wonwoo’s words made Jisoo turn the volume at a hundred, just in time for Gong Yoo to scream as the zombie bit his hand.

”Listen, you mongrels!” Mingyu’s long limbs swayed as he tried to shut everyone up by pulling out his phone and showing everyone his wallpaper. “This, my friends, is the girl I’m asking out.” He was standing up on the couch near the television screen now, completely blocking everyone’s view.

And when everyone saw who he was talking about, oh well.

Chicken be damned if the pic didn’t sober them up.

“The hell you are, Mingyu,” Jeonghan said, his deadpan eyes menacing. “She’s mine.”

Mingyu laughed and dumped his phone in front of Jeonghan on the carpeted floor. “Not a chance. I ALREADY DID IT! Ha.” Giggling with profound glee, Mingyu watched as everyone scrambled to look at his phone. And sure enough, there it was. At least a hundred messages and calls, asking the girl out. Taking another swig of beer, Mingyu fell on his knees and finally turned his back on his roommates. “The zombie bit his hand! Arrrgghh. That must have hurt. Oh, shit. Is he going to bite his daughter now? Aissshh.”

But nobody was paying attention to the zombie anymore.

Jisoo pulled the plug on the TV and crossed his arms.

“This isn’t happening,” Seokmin said, rubbing his face. “What did he mean, that he was gonna ask her out?”

“Probably means nothing. You know how Mingyu sometimes is,” Soonyoung said a little too brightly.

But it was Choi Seungcheol who was deeply affected by what Mingyu just announced. Eyes wide and face pale, he stood up shakily and took Mingyu’s phone. Then he threw it outside the nearest window he could find.

“No one’s asking no one out,” he said, his hands swinging on his sides, unaware that everyone had stood up and were out of their drunken stupor. They were all surprised because of what he did.

“Whoa, hyung, you didn’t have to go that far,” Seungkwan said.

“What the hell…?!” Without any warning, Mingyu pinned Cheol to a wall and used all his might to keep Cheol there. “That was my phone there, hyung,” he said, seething.

“And that was my girl right there on your phone screen, buddy,” Seungcheol said calmly, but his eyes were flashing. Not drunken at all. Controlled rage was his specialty, and he had held his liquor well enough to process what was happening. “You can’t ask her out.”

“What if I want to?” Mingyu countered, his dark eyes boring into Seungcheol’s. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Oh, believe me, that’s not gonna be a cakewalk,” Seungcheol promised. “Let me repeat: she’s mine. No breaking the bro code, dude.” He pushed Mingyu away. “The minute she walked in, I staked my claim. I said that she’s mine.”

“If you liked her that much then you should have showed it instead of keeping it a secret,” Mingyu replied in a harsh tone, a tone not usually associated with him.

“And we weren’t aware of the “I staked my claim” part,” Minghao said, scowling.

Seungcheol was about to lash out when Seungkwan stepped in between them, scratching his head.

“Okay, guys, I know that everyone here’s crazy about her,” Seungkwan began, “but we’re not supposed to fight about her, am I right? We’re like family here. We can talk this out. Jeez.” He started picking up cans and other litter. “Anyone interested in what I’m thinking about will come to the mess hall in thirty minutes, as sober as possible. Would that be okay?”

Everyone glumly agreed and shuffled off to different parts of the dorm.

. . .

When thirty minutes finally came around, everyone had washed up somehow and were seated in a circle on the floor. The remains of Mingyu’s phone was in the middle of the circle, and Mingyu looked like he was about to cry because the screen was completely shattered. Seungcheol was muttering that he was gonna pay for the damage, but Mingyu was doing a good job at ignoring him.

“Okay. It’s good to see that we’re complete!” Seungkwan clapped his hands and did his best to look as cheerful as possible to somehow dispel the uneasiness in the room. “I called for a meeting because we almost killed each other over a girl.”

No one said anything, just stared at the broken phone.

“Do they sell iPhone Xs on discount stores?” Seokmin wondered.

“Since we all like her so much,” Seungkwan continued, ignoring Seokmin, “I came up with a plan. Are you ready to hear what I’m about to propose, gentlemen?” Seungkwan asked, his eyes gleaming, his hands clasped together, with all the flair of being an MC. Not waiting for a reply, he went on. “Let’s all ask her out,” Seungkwan said, his voice merry. “Let’s all try to win her heart. Let’s all give it our best. And when someone wins in thirty days, then the game’s over and we go back to being friends.” He looked around at his dormmates. “Would that be fair?”

Surprisingly, no one disagreed.

Within the space of an hour, a deal was made.

A competition for the girl’s heart would be commenced.

“Boy, am I so ready for this,” Jeonghan said, before standing up and walking out

All of them got up to their feet and called it a night, except for Seungcheol, who was unable to shake off the feeling that he might lose this competition.

But to lose would mean blowing his one chance to be with the girl on Mingyu’s phone screen.

And that would be too painful. Because for eighteen beautiful years, he’d known her. Talked to her. Been with her through thick and thin. He’d been with her since they were kids. He knew her like the back of his hand, like a book he’d read for a hundred times. He knew her story well enough that he could write it down without a single mistake. He knew her well enough to feel her love for him over the years.

And he knew her well enough to take note that she hated him so much now. Chances are, she’d choose someone else.

And when she does, he knew that it would be over.

He’d lose her.

He’d lose you.

But giving up just because chances were slim doesn’t mean that he’d simply let other guys win her heart. And so he promised to himself, as he stared at Mingyu’s broken phone that was abandoned in the middle of the room, that he would give everything he has to make you his.

The other guys like you. No doubt about that.

But he loves you. He always has, and he always will.

That would never change, even if you will.

Eight Weeks Until the Competition

The moment you stepped into that godforsaken hallway, your ears have been ringing with countless whispers.

“Why is she going to be their classmate? I asked someone from the faculty and they said that she wasn’t anything special. She’s not the rich type.”

“Not pretty.”

“Yes, she’s smart, but aren’t we all?”

“I bet she begged her way in.”

“They keep saying that she’s a beauty and all that but she’s really not who I’d thought she would be when I first heard of her transferring here.”

“Why is she going to be classmates with them, then?

You almost wanted to turn around and tell them to go fuck themselves but then, what good would that do? You were just a transferee and you’re still trying to get your bearings right in this campus.

And who the heck is the “their” and “they” these people keep ratting on about?

“She’s that bitch from Daegu, I heard.”

“The Queen will have a good time playing with her, don’t you think?”

You’d promised yourself that you would be nice and all that, especially today, but you couldn’t resist snapping back because 1) PMS got you badly; 2) this was your first day in this school, and 3) “that bitch” is not how you would want people to call you in the morning.

“Do you have a problem with me?” you asked coldly, your arms tightening on the books you held as you whirled around to face the girls who were whispering. The girls immediately stopped whispering and looked at you with embarrassed faces. One of them made a weak attempt at an answer.

“N-nothing,” she stammered, her eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the lockers scattered about. “W-we were just—”

“—Do me a favor,” you cut in, your voice sharper than you intended it to be, “and shut your trap. I’m not having a very good morning.” You stalked off, but you could still hear the words people continued to whisper as you passed.

“She really is a bitch.”

Oh, yes, you thought to yourself in a devilish way. I am.

You stood outside the door of your new class, and took a deep breath. This is it. You pushed open the door and found yourself in a bright, sunny room with some of your new classmates still settling in as well, slinging backpacks over chairs and placing books on desks. Heads turned as you entered.

Yes, here I am, folks, you mumbled to yourself.

The homeroom teacher smiled and beckoned you to come close.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to see you here with us.” The teacher turned to the class. “Everyone, this is your new classmate, Y/N. She will be joining us for the rest of the semester. Y/N, why don’t you introduce yourself briefly?”

. . .

First of all, Y/N, why did it have to be you?

Seungcheol thought to himself as he looked up from his desk in complete and utter bewilderment.

Fuck.

There you were, in front of the class, with the homeroom teacher, being introduced.

“Hi, everyone,” you said flatly, your eyes wary of the new faces before you. “My name is Y/N. I came from Daegu, and I hope I can have good times with you all despite the fact that I enrolled late. Thank you.”

Then his eyes caught yours.

Fuck. It is you. I know that look. God, I missed the way you would look at me, Seungcheol thought to himself, as for a few seconds he claimed your eyes. But you quickly turned away and strode off to your designated seat.

For the rest of the period, all Seungcheol could do was stare at your back, at the way the sunlight streaming from the windows glinted on your hair and how your fingers would tap incessantly on the wooden desk.

I’ve missed you, Y/N, he moaned to himself as he leaned back and looked on as you impressed the teacher with your brilliant mind.

How did you end up here? With me, again?

For months now, there has been talk of a new transferee from Daegu. Of course, transfer students weren’t a new thing, but this one was supposed to be a genius. Seungcheol had thought about you then, and deep in his heart, he’d wished for it to happen, but he never thought his wish would actually materialize.

And now here you were.

And here he was, dazed with happiness and this bittersweet feeling that you were there.

A tap on his back broke Seungcheol’s reverie, and he turned around.

“She looks amazing,” Seokmin gushed, his face breaking into a sunny smile.

Seungcheol grinned. “Oh, yeah.” Then he turned back to continue staring at you, his eyes mesmerized. “And that girl is mine,” he said in a low voice, a slow smile forming on his lips.

. . .

Why did it have to be you, Seungcheol?

The moment your eyes met, you felt your insides melt again. And there was that familiar ache in your throat. You almost cried when you saw him.

What the heck?! I went away from Daegu to get away from memories of him; but here he is. He’s still with me.

How worse could this get?

You have to be cold. You glared at the boys who were scattered around him. One look was all it took for you to note that they were his friends.

And all of them were staring at you like bewitched sheep. So you just turned away from Seungcheol and walked to your desk, did great on recitation time and escaped that classroom.

Six Weeks Until the Competition

You hadn’t wanted to run into him again; your existence in this campus was already an issue at the very least. And you knew how popular Seungcheol could get. How many girls were after him all the time. You, of all people, knew about it. And with that bitter thought in your mind, you did your best to avoid him and his gang of too-good-looking friends. You busied yourself and ignored everyone and their judging comments about you.

But then, you had a run-in that Jeon-something guy.

You should’ve gotten up and left when he went to sit with you in the library during lunch break. But nooooo, you had to be all studious and grade-conscious, so you just sat there. And look where it got you now.

Oh, how did that incident start again?

You were given tons of projects and reading materials to be able to catch up with the rest of the class. Finals was coming in a few weeks, and the teachers weren’t particularly pleased when you came in at a very late time. But your credentials as a student were very impressive, and the reason for your late enrollment was quite a sympathetic one, so the administration gave you leeway.

A very narrow leeway.

Doubled—no, tripled—schoolwork. And other activities recommended by teachers. Ugh.

And so you were working your ass off, reading, writing, submitting and doing the same cycle all over again. This time, you were in the library, scribbling notes on history when all of a sudden, someone sat next to you.

“Hi.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the voice, because it was so deep and the drawl it took to enunciate the word it just spoke sent shivers up and down your spine. You looked over at the person who just sat…

…and your heart sank.

Oh.

It was one of “them”. Seungcheol’s too-good-looking friends.

You were about to get up but then, he pushed the book he was reading your way.

“The book you’re taking notes from is out of date,” he said matter-of-factly, his dark eyes boring into you. You squinted your eyes and thought that he looked somewhat like an actor (Lee Joon Gi, yes! Like Lee Joon Gi) from a drama series you just watched. “Take mine. You’ll be needing it.” Then he took another from the pile that he had brought and started reading.

It took you a few moments to take away the surprise from your face. You looked down at the book, and saw that, yep, yours was out of date.

“Thank you for this.” You pretended to look at your watch and stood up. “There’s something I need to finish, so I have to go now.”

“Don’t.” He didn’t look up from the book he was reading, but his voice was casual and yet…commanding.

His words caught you off-guard again. But this time, you recovered quickly enough to brush the hair from your fa00ce and say coldly, “I have to. Please don’t be like the others and leave me alone.”

“Why? Others? Is anyone giving you a hard time in this school?” his voice rose a tad sharper, and suddenly he was looking around the library. “Who are they? Show me. I’ll tell them to quit it.”

“No, thank you,” you snapped, before snatching up your books and leaving him alone.

Why did he have to say ridiculous things like that? As if all the things people were saying about me would just disappear when he steps in to intervene.

And there it was again: the voices of the students who were silently observing the little scene you had with that guy.

“Oh my god. She just had a conversation with Jeon Wonwoo.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Wonwoo never sits with anyone else. What makes her so special?”

“The Queen will hear about this.”

“I’d like to watch that scene. The Queen feels like she owns those boys.”

Heat rose up your neck and you tried not to feel angry.

Who the heck is this “Queen” of theirs?

“Hey. Shut up, will you?”

You knew that voice so well.

You thought you had been imagining it, but you couldn’t help but look back.

Seungcheol.

“S-seungcheol-sunbae,” one of the students said in a horrified whisper.

You looked back and you saw his deep black hair, his huge, dark eyes staring at you intently, as if he’d known you’d look back and look at him the way you are now. You took note of how tall he’d grown and of how the uniform suits him and how—

—and how you wished you’d never see him again. You walked away quickly and left the library.

Why did it have to be you, Seungcheol?

Why?

. . .

“Wonwoo, what did you say?”

Wonwoo leaned back on the couch and smiled, his nose scrunched up like the way it is when he looked genuinely happy.

“I talked to the new girl today,” he said softly.

It was nighttime, and the boys were playing cards in the dormitory. But Wonwoo suddenly told them about his encounter with you. And Seungcheol, of course, couldn’t help but ask what happened.

“And then…so? What happened? Tell us,” Seungcheol coaxed. He got up from where he was sitting. Accidentally, his feet kicked the stack of cards, which then flew in all directions.

Minghao scowled at Seungcheol. “Look at what you did. You ruined it. I was about to beat your asses to a pulp.”

“Quit bluffing, Minghao. Just restart the game,” Seungcheol snapped and then he looked back at Wonwoo. “Hey. Spill the beans, will you?”

“What’s gotten into him?” Minghao muttered.

“Oh, goddammit.” Jisoo was trying to put the cards back to their original place, but some had flown underneath chairs and couches.

Soonyoung clapped his hands. “He said it. Finally. How does it feel to learn a new curse word, Holy Jisoo?”

“I feel blessed beyond measure. Happy?” Jisoo glared at Soonyoung.

“Shut your mouths, I’m talking,” Seungcheol growled, and they looked up at him. “Now, Wonwoo,” he said, breathing deeply, “tell us.”

“It was nothing. I simply lent her the book I was reading because I thought it might help her.” Wonwoo casually shrugged. “I saw that the books she had borrowed were outdated so I lent a hand.”

“That’s all?” When Wonwoo nodded, a huge weight was lifted off Seungcheol’s chest.

It’s been a long time, but I still get jealous when someone gets close to you, Y/N.

“Wonwoo-ya, you shouldn’t approach her like that. Alone,” Jeonghan warned. “You know how crazy our school is. She might become a target of bullying, you know.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her,” Seungcheol said confidently.

“During the brief time that we talked, she did imply that a lot of people were bothering her,” Wonwoo said thoughtfully.

“Who wouldn’t be? She came here at such a very late time,” Junhui remarked. “And Jeonghan’s right, Wonwoo. Don’t do that next time.”

“I can’t help it. Before I knew it I was actually sitting down next to her.” Wonwoo smiled briefly again. “There are so many girls in this place, but I only see her.”

Four Weeks Until the Competition

After you ripped Six’s head off and gotten the respect of the campus body, a note was tacked onto your desk.

Hey. It’s been a long time. Can we talk?

You knew the handwriting even though you didn’t see who put it there. After contemplating on whether to keep it or to throw it away, you decided on simply leaving it there and letting him take it back.

I’ve learned my lesson, Seungcheol, you said as you walked out of the classroom.

An unconscious boy blocked your way, though.

Panic rose up through your body as you looked at him. You knew him because he was one of Seungcheol’s friends.

“Chwe Hansol,” you whispered as you shook him, trying to wake him up. “Chwe Hansol!”

. . .

“It’s a good thing that you found him there, Y/N,” the guy named Seungkwan said with tears in his eyes as you waited with him at the school clinic. “He’s my best friend, and I wouldn’t have known what to do with him if he’d gotten hurt and no one was there.”

You just rolled your eyes and nodded. “Okay, okay. You’re welcome. Can I go now? I still have a lot of work to do.”

“You can’t.” Your heart did somersaults when you heard his voice.

“You can’t make me stay, Seungcheol,” you said with distaste in your voice.

“Did you get my note?” Seungcheol said casually. “I said I wanted to talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pretended to look at your watch again. “I have to go. I have to pick up the groceries for my mom, so—”

“—you know that doesn’t work on me, right?” Seungcheol cut in, his huge, droopy eyes staring at you intently. Then he laughed. “I can’t believe you still do that ‘looking at the watch’ stunt. You really think it works, don’t you?” He waggled a finger at you. “Don’t do that anymore; it’s gotten pretty old on me.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, before turning back to Seungkwan, who was looking kinda confused.

“Do you guys…know each other?”

A few seconds passed before you finally had the chance to speak.

You looked at Seungcheol squarely in the eye. “No,” you said flatly, before turning away from him.

“Ouch,” Seungcheol muttered. “That hurt.”

“If you guys are done hating each other,” Jeonghan suddenly cut in, materializing from nowhere, “then, Y/N, please date me.”

The whole planet must have been suspended into space for a time, because you just froze there, staring a hole at this purple-haired man’s face.

He was beautiful, like an angel.

It took you a minute to shake off his words.

“There you guys go again, making fun of me,” you spat out, before turning away. But a hand caught your arm, and you couldn’t go.

“Stay.”

. . .

You walked with Seungcheol in silence. The sunset was already pouring into the vast quad, and you guys were going towards the main gates, heading for home.

“This feels just like the old times,” Seungcheol said, smiling as he gazed at you. “You. Me. School.”

“Yeah. I feel like I’m reliving a nightmare already,” you said venomously, and Seungcheol stopped talking for a while.

But he found his voice after a time.

“I know that you still hate me, and I know that you’re still hurting, Y/N. But I just want you to know that—”

“—Don’t say it,” you whispered. “For the love of God, Cheol, please don’t say you’re sorry.”

Seungcheol looked taken aback. “I wasn’t going to apologize. Jeez, look at how mysterious your eyes are right now. Don’t look at me like that,” Seungcheol said, his face flustered, and he was laughing as he talked. “It’s so hard to say even one word to you,” he said in a rush. Then he recovered from the surprise he felt and said softly, “But all I was gonna say, Y/N, is that…

…I missed you.”

You hadn’t expected that.

“Thanks for coming with me today. Want to shoot a few hoops with me?” He was beckoning, just as he would when you were still together in Daegu. He was still reaching out for you.

“No,” you said, before slowly looking at him. “But I’ll watch you.”

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ellanainthetardis · 7 years ago

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Could you do a prompt where haymitch learns what Effie is short for?? (I love your blog btw)

Here it is! [X]

Eleven’s Escort Is A Tramp

“This is a tragedy.” Chaff sighed in his glassof whiskey with entirely too much drama and gloom.

Haymitch exchanged an amused look with Finnick.The boy wisely took a sip of his own drink, letting his twinkling eyes roamover the gardens. The party was taking place at a sponsor’s manor, up in thehills, and Haymitch had to admit it wasn’t the best one he had ever attended.Everyone had more or less deserted the ballroom and its depressing stringquartet to mingle in the gardens but half the guests had already left in searchof funnier places to spend the night in. Victors and escorts, on the other hand,were stuck there at the risk of vexing their host and possibly lose asponsoring offer. He didn’t know what was keeping the Capitols who had chosento say but he was ready to bet on business deals or social arrangements.

“The one with the green wig isn’t bad.” heshrugged, tilting his own glass in the direction of the woman who had caught hiseyes. Well… She hadn’t really caughthis eyes. Not much in the way of legs. But she had a generous cleavage and thatwas right down his best friend’s alley. “Try her.”

Chaff studied the woman from afar, made a faceand swallowed a big mouthful. “From behind maybe. With my eyes closed.”

Finnick chuckled a little. “Didn’t you hook upwith that sponsor just yesterday?”

“That was business.” Chaff dismissed, wavinghis stump in the air. “Well… Pleasure too, Jalys’s never boring, but that wasan easy one. I want the thrill of the hunt.”

Haymitch choked on his whiskey and half-coughedhalf-laughed, a little relieved his escort wasn’t around to hear that kind ofdiscourse. Somehow, he was sure he would end up being blamed for Eleven’svictor’s casualness and less than stellar approach when it came to women.

“What about you, Haymitch?” Finnick asked. “Noone interests you?”

There was a touch of teasing in the boy’s voicebut it was mostly hesitant. The kid was a little shit and he liked hanging out with them but Mags didn’t always lethim because they were apparently a bad influence – oh, it was said with loveand fondness but she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the fact they tended to bringher a drunk seventeen year old every time Finnick stuck around them. The kidwas still trying to get his footing around the other victors.

“Chaff’s not wrong.” he conceded. “Not manywomen here worth the trouble.”

“Plus, he knows he can get some tonight if hewants to so that helps.” his best friend mocked. “Must be nice having an escortready to fill your every need.”

Chaff had drunk too much and Haymitch had beenlagging behind on that account. Eleven’s victor sounded a bit bitter, as if itwas particularly unfair that Twelve not only had the acknowledged best escortof the lot but also one that was willing to sleep with him. Not that it wasofficial. Or that simple.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” hemuttered.

Finnick’s good mood seemed to have taken aturn. Haymitch rolled his eyes, annoyed with his friends. Between the one whowanted to screw Trinket because he didn’t think he would find anyone better towarm his bed that night and the one who had been sporting a silly crush for heras much as long as he had known her… Well.

“Sure, you don’t.” Chaff snickered. “Fine. Keepyour secret. We’re gonna pretend we believe you. Right, kid?”

“You really need to stop with that.” hecountered before Finnick could open his mouth and make it worse. “I told youI’m not fucking her.”

“And I told you I believe you.” his friendretorted, snatching another glass from a passing tray. “I’m sure she wouldn’tbe happy to go down on her knees for you tonight if you asked.” Chaff wrinkledhis nose at the thought. “Does she do that?‘Cause, you know… She’s got that huge pole in her ass… Though, I guess it’salways the quietest ones, yeah? Maybe she likes actually having poles in herass… You ever…”

“Don’tfinish this sentence.” Haymitch warned in a snarl.

He downed the rest of his glass and handed itto Finnick before storming away from his friends and their stupidity. When theywere both equally drunk, he tended to find Chaff hilarious. When he was toosober for his own good, a drunk Chaff talking about Effie in that casual waymade his blood boil.

Not that he cared about her but…

She had been his escort for six years now andhis lover for four and he figured that meant she had earned some respect,Capitol drone or not. There was a line in the sand when it came to her and mostpeople knew to stay on the right side of it. She was an escort and she couldhandle herself and for those reasons he never got involved when other victorsmocked her a little but sometimes… Sometimes it went too far. And he felt theneed to punch someone.

His mood brightened a bit when he spotted her abit on the edge of the crowd, studying the groups of people wandering around,clearly assessing which one should be her next target. She was wearing a navyblue long dress with a puffy tulle skirt with a bustier that came up in themiddle to weave around her neck in a sort of silver collar, the fabric then randown her spine to reattach at the back of the skirt, leaving the rest of herback bare. Not the worst one. The navy wig with its puffy hairdo almost lookedblack in the dimmed lights and didn’t bother him all that much.

Her lips quirked up when she spotted hisapproach, her spider-like faked eyelashes batting in obvious amusement. Shedidn’t say anything and she didn’t let him get close enough to talk, shestarted retreating in the shadows, leading him in a merry chase toward thedeserted side of the house, far enough from the party that they wouldn’t bebothered.

When he could barely hear the sound of voicesanymore, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to a nearby pillar. Her laughechoed in the night, bright and full of joy. It eased something in him, like always. She didn’t laugh often, not really, her fake one didn’t count, andhe relished in it.

“Well, that was a waste of an evening.” shesighed, placing a hand on his chest. “And so boring…”

“It’s about to become more interesting.” heteased.

She giggled and he took that as a tacitpermission to start something risqué.It wouldn’t have been their first time having a quickie in a public place afterall. He leaned in, his fingers curling over her hipbone, propping his other armon the stone pillar over her head.

“And I forgot my camera at home… What a shame.” someone snorted to his left. “Iam certain Caesar would have loved afew pictures for his morning show.”

Effie pushed him but he was already steppingback, scanning the darkness for… He spotted the red glow of a cigarette just asViola Summercket stepped out of the porch’s shadow, a cruel smirk on her orangepainted lips. What was it with Eleven that night?

“Lurking in the dark…” Effie hissed, crossingher arms in front of her chest. “Whyam I not surprised?”

“I could say the same about you.” Violaretorted, amused when Effie was angry. Her dark eyes passed over Haymitch withopen loathing. “I must say your tastein men always baffled me but, really,Euphemia… Of all the scandalous affairs you could choose from, couldn’t you dobetter than the famous drunk?”

Haymitch lifted his eyebrows, more interestedby the name than by whatever bullshit Eleven’s escort was sprouting. That was the norm. She and Effie hatedeach other.

“He is handsy when he is drunk.” she dismissed.“You saw nothing more than me pushing him away.”

“Save it for Caesar.” Viola laughed, mocking.She took a slow drag of her cigarette and blew it out without an apparent carein the world. “I wonder how your family will take it… Letting that oaf screwyou in plain sight… Why, your mother might justdisown you… But, then again… If rumors are true, she is simply looking for anexcuse, isn’t she?”

“Forgot how youtried to get into my pants, already?” he sneered, not liking at all the wayEffie stiffened next to him. “Forgot how I turned you down?”

Sleeping with people to get jobs was in Viola’shandbook. She had tried to seduce him into giving her the position of hisescort and, when he had refused, she had gone over his head to the HeadGamemaker and had screwed him instead.She had only lasted a year in Twelve. He had actually threatened to kill her ifshe wasn’t removed – and he had been half serious too.

“I am not responsible for your drunkendeliriums, Haymitch.” Eleven’s escort dismissed with disdain. “I would nottouch you if you were the last man on Earth. I have much more taste than dearEuphemia.”

“You are a tramp and there is not a soul inthis town who does not know that.” Effie huffed.

Viola flicked ashes off her cigarette andlooked her up and down before wandering back in the direction of the party. “Goodluck dealing with those nasty rumors in the morning.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, Effiestomped her foot. “I hate her. Whata… What a…”

“Bitch?”he supplied.

“Yes.”she hissed. “Oh, she will pay for this. Just you wait. I will findsomething that will tarnish her reputation and destroy her.”

He gently pushed her back against the pillar.She was too busy glaring at her archenemy’s retreating back to notice. He wasmostly unconcerned. Viola and Effie’s feud had been going on for as long as hecould remember and rumors about Effie and him rose and fell regularly. Theywere used to dealing with it.

“I’m sure you will.” he humored her, his lipsstretching into a smirk. “Euphemia.”

She groaned, her irritation switching targets fast. He had wondered what Effie wasshort for but the rare times he had asked she had eluded the question. He hadnever really insisted because he didn’t really care. But he should have knownit would be something awful like that.

“She calls me that to irk me.” she pouted. “Do not irk me.”

“You love it when I irk you.” he snorted,lowering his head to nuzzle the tender skin under her jaw. “Makes you wet.”

She tilted her head to the side to give himbetter access to her throat but she also sighed regretfully. “There is no pointgiving those rumors more fuel. We should wait until we are in the car.”

She pushed him away firmly.

It was his turn to pout. “I want you.”

“And you can have me.” she promised. “In thecar. When we leave.”

She ducked under his arm and sauntered away,cheeky and confident like only she could be.

“You just wait. Euphemia.” he called after her.

She glared at him over her shoulder.

Yeah, he decided, that was never getting old.

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bbyboyluke · 7 years ago

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Glowed Up

A/N// I don't think Calum would actually do this, just an idea I had! Btw I picture her as Selena Gomez, since she has come a long way:) Warning// swearing Glowed Up 4 years ago---- "Why would you cheat on me, Calum? I guess 3 years means nothing to you, huh?" I said, tears streaming down my face. My heart was beating the fastest it ever has. "Look, it was a mistake, I love you and only you. You're my world." Calum pleaded. I couldn't look him into the eyes, I know they would pull me back into his arms. "You were sober! You knew what was happening!" I yelled, gathering some of my stuff. "You aren't even that pretty, you wanted me so you can kick start your own singing career!" He fired back. Ouch, that hurt. "Calum, you know that isn't true! I can't believe you said that. I've known you before the fame. We're fucking done" I said, my voice calmer. I had gather a night bag, I would get my stuff later. I couldn't be stuck with him right now. Saying I used him for fame for my own career is low. Calum knows I' ve always wanted to be a singer. I'll show him that I can do this on my own, I don't need a man. Present---- I currently fixing my hair, getting ready for my next performance. I had changed a lot from the girl I was 4 years ago. I haven't had a boyfriend, but I was happy with myself. I could actually say I was happy with who I am. I did some last touches until I was satisfied with my look. I smiled into the mirror and walked to where I was going to rise to the stage. I was preforming for an award show, everyone was going to be there. I held my microphone tightly as the platform started to elevate. I let out a big smile, knowing that I made it. I'm successful. I reached the stage and started to sing, looking at the crowd of celebrities, some of them being my friends, cheering me on. The dress I was wearing flowed with my every moved, my feet going all around the stage. My world stopped. Calum's eyes were staring at my every move. Those brown eyes I used to love with all my heart. I couldn't breath, but I knew I couldn't stop the performance. I pretend like I didn't see him and started to sing as good as I could. I had to show him that I didn't need him, or his fame. My song came to an end with people clapping from left to right. I gave a little bow and ran off stage back into my seat. I changed out of my performance outfit into a nude body-con dress, my hair was left the same. I was about 3 rows in front of where Calum and the rest of his band mates were sitting. I could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of my head, I still ignored him, and went on watching the rest of the show. The show finished and I was walking the back way out, not wanting to get flashed by paparazzi. I was walked down the alley were my car was parked. I heard foot steps behind me which made me walk faster. I felt a large hand go on my shoulder, making scream bloody murder. "Shh, calm down, it's just me, Calum!" He said, while I turned around to face him. He looked good, his hair recently cut, and his outfit was black skinny jeans and a flannel. I crossed my arms at him, "What do you want?" "You." "Um, no. You fucked up your chance 4 years ago, Calum. Now I have to go." I said, bitterly. "I know you still love me. I can see it in your eyes." Calum said, his hand now on my cheek. I scoffed, "Of course I love you, we were together for years, but I'm not in love with you. I felt out of love with you years ago." "I'm sorry I did that to you, I never meant to hurt you. Maybe we could rekindle a friendship?" He said, his eyes full of hope. "I'm sorry you did that too. Sorry Cal, it's a no from me." I said, taking his hand off of me. Calum looked down at the ground. "What happened to you?" "I glowed up, bitch." ----- Have any feed back? Please message or comment! Instagram// Wtfoma Twitter// Wtfoma Tumblr// bbyboyluke Snapchat// OmaPatterson

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Why I LOVE being a single pregnant mom

So as most women start out pregnant; there's a significant other, maybe one night stand or someone you were just having some fun with. However it happened....it all happened the same way for all of us. Except there comes a time when we all don't really expect things to happen how they do, and you become a single mom. Some choose to be; and in my case I had no choice once the father stopped coming around, and let me tell you...that really fucking sucks. BUT!! Now that I'm almost done with my pregnancy (7 more weeks!) I realized....I absolutely love being single while pregnant and about to be a first time mom. Don't get me wrong; it's not rainbows and butterflies all the time, but the pros totally out way the cons. I started this blog to help other moms out there see it's okay to be a single mom and you're doing a kick ass job already. So here's my list of some pros that out way the cons of being pregnant and single! Number 1: So when I first came to the realization my sorry loser of an ex wasn't coming back around to help out with our son; I was sad...like really fucking sad. Kim Kardashian ugly cry all the time and completely down in the dumps. (P.S. No one said this was easy) however as a few months went by I grew stronger. I realized who I was and that I didn't need a man in my life to make me happy. At this point is when motherhood hit me like a bus....it wasn't about me anymore! And I fell in love with that. As long as I was doing my best to prepare for a baby and keep myself healthy for the baby...then in my mind I grew more confident and happy. I found myself again. So all in all...ya my ex sucks, but I could sincerely look him in the eyes and say THANK YOU! He helped me see I was fucking amazing without him around. Number 2: This one kind of ties in with not having a man around to cuddle with and share how your day was and blah blah blah. Let me tell you....I sleep in my king size bed without having to worry about waking someone up every hour to go pee (yes, that's a real thing), I can spread out and toss and turn and try to get as comfortable as possible (it's pretty annoying once you're in your third trimester), and my favorite part...I can eat whatever the hell I want without any judgement and cry at whatever I'm watching on Netflix; all in the comfort of my bed ALONE (okay; that's kinda a lie...my dog Sofia witnesses the crazy cravings). So yeah, it sucks not having someone to cuddle with and vent to at times...and a foot massage; id kill to have one every time I got off work; but nothing's going to compare to the endless cuddles my baby boy is going to bring and pedicures can fix any aches wayyy better then some mediocre foot rub by your man. Number 3: This one is kind of a happy medium: where you do what you have to do; but at the end of the day..you're like damn I'm a bad ass bitch. As for most single moms who aren't just gifted with millions of dollars, we work. Unless there is a problem with pregnancy and you have to take it easy (high five to you mamas for taking care of yourself and that baby!) As y'all have mostly figured out the father of our son sucks; so of course he doesn't contribute any money. REMINDER: Not all dads suck! Some people and can coparent and that is AMAZING!! I commend you both and pray everyday I can convince the father of my son to hopefully get to that point. (It's all about the child remember:)) So I work as a server/bartender at Hooters...yes I still wear the cute little outfit; just a different shirt; and yes some of y'all are like why wouldn't you get another job, no one goes to hooters to see pregnant women...blah blah blah. I have a great work environment, amazing coworkers who love my son and I so much, and supportive customers who would do anything to help out. So yeah I work at hooters. I'm still working 35-40 hours a week; running around, making drinks and in between having to pee all the freaking time, making sure my customers are happy. I won't lie; I cry sometimes getting ready for work, shit I don't want to leave my comfy bed and awkward but loving stares from dog while I eat a whole pizza....but I get up and go to work. Wanna know why? Because that's life and I want my son to have a kick ass life and be able to provide for him without any worries. Do I stress about money? Uhhh all the time. Am I completely prepared financially to have a child? Mmmm no. No one is unless you're a celebrity. However I'm ready. I'll be okay, and so will my son, and that's all the matters at the end of the day. So yes being a single mom financially is fucking terrifying, but once you get home from that 8-10 hour shift...you sit down and you realize how amazing you are for getting through the day and being your best for your child. That will always be one of my favorite feelings. Number 4 and Number 5: This one has been a huge impact on my life. You realize who is truly there for you. Family, friends, and like I mentioned work wise in number 3. I have lost at least 80% of my friends since becoming pregnant, and when I say friends..I mean "friends". Which sucked at first; and was hard to get use to. I always had plans with people, and I won't lie; I use to party pretty hard at times. So everyone knew I was down to have a good time. However I realize now that I'm sober and have a good head on my shoulders; I was going down the wrong path...and really quickly. So I found out I was pregnant after that pesky little aunt flow didn't make her way into town for her monthly stay; and cleaned up my act real quick. Not only was I sober and removing toxic behavior out of my life; I was doing a clean sweep of my friends around me too without even knowing it. My best friend....yes my best friend ever; like I was her maid of honor, first person she told she was pregnant too, taking care of her child when she finally got to have that girls night out after baby, and call me anytime in the middle of the night best friend....even she isn't apart of my life anymore. The last person I ever expected to go, but if she ever somehow ends up reading this...thank you so much for showing your true colors before I invited you into my sons wonderful life. Some "friends" aren't there to bring the best out in you, and that's when you just have to accept that loosing some people....it's not always a bad thing. In my case, I realized who I want in my life and around my son. My family and I have a stronger bond (BTW, they've been beyond amazing). My parents divorced when I was pretty young and my dad got remarried, so it was a messy divorce and at times I was thrown in the middle...shit happens, they didn't mean it now that I've grown up and can see both sides. However, I recently had my baby shower and of course I invited my mom, dad, and step mom. Duhh it's my family...my dad and step mom don't live in town so I wasn't expecting them to be able to make it, but when they came down to surprise me....it was one of the happiest times I've experienced in a while. Until the thought of my mom, dad and step mom all being in the same room hit me...I like thought "oh shit...what the fuck did I just do." Long story short because we're all adults; it was a major success. I never thought I'd have a family picture again in my life, and my son is the reason it was possible. How cool is that? I will cherish that moment for forever. So throwing away the party life and certain friendships...it sucks at first, but I'm so happy to where I've ended up and can't wait for everyone that has stuck around to see how much my son is going to grow. (Little man is so loved, that I don't even worry about not having the father around...who needs someone who doesn't want to be around when you have ten times more people who do!) All in all...I love being independent and being a pregnant single mom. As I said over and over...things do suck at times, but remembering the pros will always out way the cons when it comes to motherhood. I'm stoked to be a mom. A little terrified, but extremely excited. My little man and I will now be able to share the king size bed together (with Sofia of course), my friends and family will be able to see the highs and lows baby is going to encounter, and best of all....I'm the happiest and strongest mama there could be for my son. That's what keeps me going; and probably ever other single mom out there.

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