#(he is here for demonstration purposes and also for us to point at and laugh)

[rocketbirdie]

@fearowkenya I was very easily able to replicate the "faceplant" that you experienced at the Fair residence! It's caused by these otherwise innocent little ledges that the game treats as a steep drop due to their angle relative to the ground. The result is a dramatic jump, either up or down depending on which direction the ledge is approached from.

[eisforeidolon]

Question: What was the most dangerous or scary stunt you ever did?

Jensen: Most dangerous or scary stunt we've ever done. [whistles]

Jared: Dangerous or scary stunt. So, ironically, the stunts that were not the most dangerous were the ones that I hurt myself the most. [laughs]

Jensen: Yeah.

JDM: Yeah. It's ones where, like, you don't need to go over this with me, I got this, I can take a fall. And then you crack your skull. Yeah.

Jared: Then you crack a shoulder or something. Um, the most dangerous - Ackles?

Jensen: I mean, I would say, there's definitely a lot of dangerous - I mean, it's also changed, like, the things that we were allowed to do back in the day have grossly changed now. They won't let us, just for insurance purposes, do a whole lot.

Jared: 'Cause we're older now. [laughs]

Jensen: It might be that, too. But I'll never forget probably the one I look back on the most and go 'oh my God' was - I did a very terrible movie called Devour, and in that movie [Jared: Oh!] I was like, hunting in the woods, and then out of nowhere this mountain lion - giant, like, [JDM laughs] I don't even know how, it was hundreds and hundreds of pounds. [Jared laughs] This like, grown cat. And they -

JDM: It was real?

Jared: [laughing] Yes!

Jensen: Yeah, yeah, 'cause they didn't have money to do CGI.

JDM: No CGI.

Jensen: No. So I'll never forget it, they said, they gathered the whole crew and the [finger quotes] animal wrangler came out and gave a safety speech. It was like, okay everybody I want you guys to know that when we bring the cat out, we want, we need everybody to stay in this area. We need you all to stay together. If somebody needs to go to the bathroom, you need to walk in pairs. You cannot single yourself out, once you do that, you instantly make yourself prey. So stay in a group, do not leave this area unless you have to, if you do leave, make sure it is at least in pairs or more. Jensen, could we get you on your mark out there in the middle of the woods? What?! So that alone should have given me pause, but I was young enough and too dumb to say no. And so then the shot, at one point there was a camera over my left shoulder and the cat is supposed to charge at me and as it leaps, I raise up my rifle and I shoot it. So we were doing that shot -

Jared: [laughs] Nope.

Jensen: And the animal wrangler was right behind me to my right, with a little like [vigorously shakes hand] baby toy. Just shaking it right over my right shoulder -

Jared: And Jensen was like, ah toy, toy, toy! [makes grabbing motion]

Jensen: And they're like action, and here comes this, like, five hundred pound cat charging at me full steam, jumps up in the air, and I'm supposed to raise my rifle, and it was so close it brushed my shoulder with its like [makes claw hands][Jared looks visibly uncomfortable] - because it was coming right at that toy and I just went [mimics half raising a pretend rifle, then ducking out] Nope! I look back on that now and there is no way - if there was anybody from the studio, or any producer on set that day, that would have left the lead actor to be anywhere close to that man-killer. Uh, so that was probably one that I look back on and think I got out of that one.

Jared: What about Yellow Fever? Do you remember the snake behind the couch? Phil Sgriccia was directing it, and we're sitting on the couch, you know, and the guy's asking us questions as this GIANT fucking python -

Jensen: It was a two hundred pound python.

Jared: Yeah, whose head was the size of my whole fist and fingers. And -

Jensen: Yeah, that was real.

Jared: It was real.

Jensen: And you left!

Jared: Of course I left!

Jensen: It did this on me [demonstrates on JDM's shoulder] like it came up over my shoulder and went all the way down -

Jared: I'm this far away, and I started getting -

Jensen: And he's on the other side of the couch -

Jared: [fake nervous laugh] I'm out!

Jensen: And he just gets up and leaves the scene. I can't move, I'm just frozen in terror -

Jared: So they had to change the angle of the camera, because I wasn't gonna fucking be there.

[Jared and JDM have an exchange here that I can't entirely make out, but from JDM waving and saying I'm good, I'm good, presumably about GTFO]

Jensen: Also, the snake wrangler was behind the couch, and he was on his back and he was supposed to just feed the snake over the couch and onto my shoulder, and it wouldn't go. This snake's like two hundred pounds -

Jared: He's, like, agitating the snake -

Jensen: So he's [mimes] kicking it and pushing it. And I'm like, does the snake ever get upset? And he's like, no, he's really docile as long as you don't, hurt it or step on it or be mean to it, it's totally fine. I look over my shoulder, and he's like [makes violent shoving and kicking motions] Come on! Dammit! And punching it and shoving it and kicking it and then it gets onto my shoulder and I'm like, I'm gonna get - I'm gonna die. This is it. I'm gonna die in front of all of my friends. Yeah, so, but they won't let us do that stuff anymore.

JDM: I did a movie called Texas Killing Fields and it wasn't even a fucking stunt, but it had to do with an animal. But also an animal without an animal wrangler. I had Chloe Moretz over my shoulder and it was a scene of me coming out of the swamp, like I had just -saved her of course. [Jared laughs] 'Cause that's what I do, I save people. And they were like just go, the shot's ready Jeff, just take her and walk out into the swamp. I'm like, cool. So I got her and I'm telling jokes, making her laugh and I look down and I'm stepping and there's like an eight foot alligator as my foot is going down on top of its head. And this thing rears up - I dropped Chloe and ran. [J2 crack up] I like ya, kid, but -

Jensen: Not that much!

JDM: See ya. Survival of the fittest.

Jensen: You don't have to be fast, just fast-er.

JDM: That's exactly right. And she landed on her ass, so I was gone, so she [wasn't gonna beat me?]. Yeah, 'cause most of the stunts, I've gotta say, we've been really lucky working with really good stunt people, too. You know they generally do the stunt and then we stand there because we're idiots, the three of us all make bad decisions -

Jared: Correct.

JDM: The shot's done, they got it in the can and then we're like -

[they all talk over each other a bit here]

Jared: Let's do it again!

JDM: Can we do it, just let us try, 'cause -

Jensen: Let me see if I can hit this wall harder.

JDM: Yeah, harder than the stunt guys that have been doing it all day. We're, you know, that causes pain, I can't -

Jensen: It does.

JDM: But really, they're so - we've worked with some really good people in our lives. Supernatural, The Boys in particular, that guy won a [?] Emmy or whatever -

Jensen: Koy.

JDM: They know what they're doing. Walker, I'm sure the same deal, you know.

Jared: Yeah.

JDM: You can't fall off a horse anymore. You can't.

Jared: Right, yeah.

Jensen: It hurts.

JDM: [humorous echo] It hurts. You can throw people at alligators, though.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Hey hey, MIles gets jealous a lot in this movie, buuuuuut what if we talk about Gwen? 👀

Oh ho ho, I know there has been memes and stuff about that, but sure, let's talk about it.

I know we all mentioned jealousy coming from Miles, but I think is kind of poetic, but also hilarious, how quickly we go from Miles's jealousy to Gwen's.

Specially if we go with the fact that once again, while Gwen doesn't really own any explanations to Miles here, nor has she done anything wrong by being friends with Hobie.

(Also look at Hobie, I want you to remember that. Also he is amazing so he deserves the extra attention.)

Yet what is her reaction?

"Oh, not that many."

I swear, I am trying not to laugh.

See what I mean? Gwen is not only aware that Miles is jealous, she is still is trying to downplay it; even when she is convinced they can't work, she doesn't want Miles to misunderstand her feelings; which she has tried to hide, but I think at this point she knows she isn't doing a good job at it.

(The entire clock scene was very close to a confession let's be honest.)

Also, about Hobie, remember how I was bringing attention to him in the first image? Yeah I am still not sure what to do with it.

Let me be honest with you guys, to get these images I do a lot of slow-motion, which also helps to let certain frames sink better and be sure that I am not just making up what I am seeing; since a lot of these moments are things that last seconds. Very blink-it and you miss it.

And while looking at this particular part, I realized Hobie's expression when he was still were...interesting.

Look part of the reason looking at frames matter in animation is because in real life; an actor could had looked at one direction because he saw a crew member do a funny face, but in animation, when you need to recreate the scene for scratch and will probably be staring at this scene a lot to ensure is up to standard, things tend to have a bit more meaning.

That being said, if you look the scene to normal speed, is extremely fast. Maybe too much for the animators to intend for us to notice something.

So what I am trying to say is that I wonder if Hobie is purposely setting Miles off, and if he is doing so, I honestly think is just to mess with them a little.

Moving on!

If I am honest, you could almost believe Gwen just wants to move on because Miguel is waiting for them and the guy is already aggro, that was my first impression at least, until I re watched and realized that they are just seeing a demonstration before going to Miguel, so they are 1) Really giving Miles a tour, and 2) Stalling. Which doesn't match going straight to the boss.

Also Gwen's voice; the first time I saw this I remember being surprised that Gwen was asking to start moving because before this point she didn't seem to be worried. Her tone definitely sounds a bit exasperated, specially considering again how little they actually seem to care to get to Miguel.

So yeah, Gwen DEFINITELY was asking to keep moving because Miles' was attention was too much in somebody.

Let's rewind a bit because let's face it, I don't blame Gwen for being jealous.

I wish my computer had a way to render a little video without imploding because oh this takes a hot second and yep Miles definitely was looking at Margo a little awestruck.

Let me preface this saying I will not tolerate any Hate to Margo or to Flowerbyte or the shippers. She is great, and I will not tolerate ship wars here.

That being said, Miles definitely is looking a little too much at Margo; I partially thing Miles was a bit shocked because it has been a while since his spider sense got receptive to other spider (which happened a lot in the first movie, not so much in this one for meeting so many spiders.)

But again, I don't think is crazy to say she caught his attention.

No, I don't think Miles is doing anything wrong here, just like Gwen didn't do anything wrong before. They aren't dating, Gwen tried to shut that down, and is not like Miles is trying to upset Gwen or anything. He was just caught off-guard.

Regardless, just like I cannot blame Miles for being jealous of Hobie, I can't blame Gwen for being jealous of Margo.

She hides it better than Miles for sure, but like everything else she does, it comes back to the details and her actions.

Remember, they aren't particularly in a hurry, and she suddenly sounds exasperated out of nowhere. Hmm.

Now, the next moment is very blink and you miss it, I barely had the chance to notice while going in slow motion, but between Gwen telling Miles to move on, and Miles looking at Margo's avatar, this is Gwen's face.

Is very fast, probably the type of thing you don't pick up in theatres, but damn, I am cackling.

I guess she really wasn't expecting Margo to get such reaction out of Miles.

This a good moment to say, that while looking at this, you can see Gwen doesn't have any ill-will towards Margo.

Unlike the previous moment, this expression of her stays for a good moment; I remember that upon first stumbling with the confirmation that Gwen is jealous of Margo, I was shocked to see that expression on her, almost like she herself remembered that Margo situation is far from perfect.

I am SO thankful with the creators for making sure that neither from Miles nor Gwen, we get the plot line of one of them being jerks out of jealousy. Yeah Miles briefly tried to be spiteful towards Hobie, but didn't take long too change his tune, not to mention that Hobie really didn't mind.

And Gwen at any moment is shown to be bitter towards Margo, regardless if Miles was doing puppy eyes at her or not.

I just realized now, that Gwen is actually the first one to say they should go.

I really believe part of this was because the go-home-machine was looking a bit perverse. Even Margo looks a bit unsure of what to do of this, so it makes me wonder if is normal for it to look this painful.

(Sidenote, considering Miles and Gwen looked okay when they got out from this machine, I think Rhino was in pain because he was glitching at that moment. That would explain Margo looking like this if it was "normal.")

It doesn't escape me that Miles' reaction is the most shock one, no idea if Gwen could had picked on that being behind Miles, but maybe she realized Miles didn't particularly enjoy seeing that.

However, what happens next?

And here, I can only show it properly with this gif.

I want also to reiterate, that "Let's go!" Was from Hobie, I think he was trying to warn Miles.

Because Gwen didn't repeat herself, she deadass just sent a web and YANK HIM.

Again, wanting to go see Miguel my ass, you guys didn't seem particularly interested on that before. Not to mention that hey, you can see she isn't asking anymore and considering how she was looking at Miles from behind I don't think is because she doesn't want to be late.

Is a bit too small to take a proper capture, and hard to see, but yep, she looks mad.

I love how Margo laughs after this, like sure, Miles is endearing, but I also bet my left kidney she also clocked Gwen's crush extremely quickly because of this.

I almost expect Margo and Pavitr discuss who is crushing harder in the sequel.

Sorry for making this so freaking long and with so many sideways, but I think I needed to point out a few things, hope didn't bored anyone!

Keep suggesting moments!

[keepingsecretstokeepyoutk]

So Long London - Full Lyric Analysis

My Gaylor/Kaylor interpretation at a glance: Taylor uses the bearding narrative of her breakup with Joe as an allegory to talk about her reluctant decision to “break up” with her fans/kill off her public persona in the process of coming out. 

The Joe bearding narrative was likely created for this very purpose - an "ex" who didn't allow her to "bejeweled" (be her whole self), who she tried to make it work with, tried to change herself for, before realizing she couldn't keep sacrificing her wellbeing, mental and otherwise. Read through this lens, this song is devastating, so prepare yourselves emotionally, maybe have tissues on hand.

I interpret a number of the "break up" songs on this album (almost all of them) as being about her reaching the end of her rope with being in the closet and trying to slowly change her fan's attitude towards her queerness. So many of these songs imply that she has hit her breaking point, and the metaphor of a failing romantic relationship is the perfect vehicle to express this shift.

I believe this precedent exists in her work, and for this particular chapter, was established with "You're losing me".

This is also one of a few songs on the album that conceptualize her fame (as obtained with her public, hetero persona) as a place. In this song, that place is represented by London (hence, "so long, London"). In Florida!!! she may be running away to Florida from this place, (after she comes out and needs to escape the backlash). In "I hate it here", she dreams of escaping this place, and imagines two other locales within the lore of her songs - "secret gardens", a probable parallel to Betty's garden and the "garden gates" in Cruel Summer, as well as the "lunar valleys" referencing the galactic landscape established in Down Bad.

Lets get into it!

Verse 1

“Saw in my mind fairy lights in the mist/kept calm and carried the weight of the rift/pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away/my spine split from carrying us up the hill/wet through my clothes, wary bones caught the chill/stopped trying to make him laugh/stopped trying to drill the safe”

In this first verse, Taylor introduces the idea of her fans being like a partner who isn’t present in the relationship, and more importantly, a partner that is ultimately rejecting her true self. 

“Fairy lights in the mist” - Taylor has used daylight/light images to represent the end of her closeting/her coming out for at least 5 years. Here she sees small pinpricks of light amongst darkness and the classic metaphor for hiding/confusion, etc - mist. She is saying that in the past she had hope, she saw a possible path forward to coming out while also keeping all of her fans.

“Kept calm and carried the weight of rift/pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away” - Taylor reflects on her years of hoping that she could slowly introduce her fans the idea that she is not straight, then come out with minimal rupture in her relationship with her fans. She tried to keep the faith and looked past a lot of bad behavior on the part of some of her fans, convinced that she could make them see her and that their love for her would extend past their need for her being the persona they have grown attached to.

“Stopped trying to make him laugh/stopped trying to drill the safe” - ultimately, she gave up, having been rejected too many times - ignored when she clearly signaled her gayness and the masses of her fans just refused to acknowledge it. Beyond refusing to acknowledge it, they bullied those that did see it, demonstrating to her how reviling they found the idea that she might be queer. “Drill the safe” is a metaphor for trying to force something that will never happen, she is realizing she needs to let go of something that isn’t for her.

Chorus

“How much sad did you think I had/did you think I had in me/oh the tragedy/so long London/ you’ll find someone” 

Taylor now must ask her fans, how long did you expect me to sacrifice my own happiness while you continue to ignore my pleas for you to see me? 

“You’ll find someone” = you’ll find another idol/para social relationship to obsess over, identify with, etc. This is a reference to Dear Reader, when she sang “you should find another guiding light.” In that song, Taylor warned fans that she is not who they think she is ("you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking"), that the idea they have of her life is constructed, and strongly lamented her life choices, essentially telling fans they shouldn't look to her for life advice, because she is lonely and miserable. Here, the reference not only underscores the idea that they don't know her, but also that she is making the choice for them to "find someone" else, because she is choosing to come out of hiding, and in so doing, is also choosing to leave behind the misery that made her write Dear Reader in the first place.

Verse 2

“Didn’t opt in to be your odd man out/I founded the club she’s heard great things about/ I left all I knew/you left me in the house by the heath/I stopped cpr after all it’s no use/the spirit was gone, we would never come to/ and I’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.”

I made a post about the "Heath" reference that you can read here. Please note the reblog of it that I added an addendum to about the Heath being a park in London. Heath was a doctor that practiced conversion therapy, meaning that her fans "left her at home" with someone trying to change her. By ignoring her signaling, they told her they didn't want the real her, which kept her in the closet, and I fear kept her more vulnerable to those who may have tried to manipulate her into trying to change herself, or deny her true self even behind closed doors.

"I stopped cpr after all its no use/the spirit was gone we would never come to" - again Taylor is using the of a failed romantic relationship to express her lost hope in salvaging the corners of her kingdom that ultimately won't accept her when she comes out. This is also an example of the frequent gothic/death related imagery Taylor uses on this album, a theme consistent with the idea that something is ending, that she is killing off her public persona.

"and I'm pissed off that you let me give you all that youth for free" Taylor has spent so many years choosing her fans and her current carrer path over the full expression of her life and happiness. Again, she had hope that the people who have given her endless validation and effusive praise for years would accept her for who she is. She is realizing that the love between her and at least some of her fans was conditional, and given what we know of how much her fans have meant to her over the course of her career, this was likely a devastating wake up call that took years for her to accept - undoubtedly a huge factor in her seemingly delaying her coming out so many times.

"So long London/Stitches undone/two graves, one gun/I’ll find someone”

Taylor has said her fans are her longest relationship; the imagery in this song reflects the idea that this is a break up with someone she has tried with over and over again. So she undoes the “stitches” that link her to them. This line references her song Glitch on Midnights, “fasten myself to you with a stitch” symbolizing being bonded with a romantic partner (which represent a portion of her fans in this song).

"Two graves one gun" is likely a reference to burying her public persona self, and the second grave could represent her fans (a parallel to the "cheating husband" in "Florida!!!"?) or it could be a shrouded suicidal thought - the second grave being her private persona - both selves being killed off. This lyric is one of my favorites in this song but I don't have a strong conviction on who the second grave is, I'm very open to others' thoughts...

Bridge

“And you say I abandoned the ship/but I was going down with it/my white knuckle dying grip/holding tight to your quiet resentment/and my friends said it isn't right to be scared/every day of a love affair/every breath feels like rarest air/ when you're not sure if he wants to be there/So how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me/How much tragedy/Just how low did you think I'd go/Before I'd self implode/before I had to go be free"

"And you say I abandoned the ship...white knuckle dying grip" Taylor emphasizes her wish for things to be different with this lyric, clinging to her ship as it sinks. We all saw her try to right the ship, she's finally choosing to let go and swim to safety (a nautical parrallel to the manuscript's "my trip to your shores"?).

“My friends said it isn’t right to be scared everyday of a love affair…if you’re not sure he wants to be there”

Similar to when someone is in a bad romantic relationship, i imagine her friends expressed their concern that her relationship with her fans is unhealthy. Although many of her friends are high achievers themselves, Taylor’s success is in another league (monster on the hill) and they would likely have expressed their hope that she can slow down and accept a slightly less monumental career in the interest of her mental health. 

“How much sad did you think I had/did you think I had in me/Just how low did you think I’d go?” “before I self implode/before I have yo go be free”

Taylor imagines arguing with her fans in the throes of the break up, and in this passage it becomes clear that she is convinced they know the truth but are refusing to acknowledge it. That they allowed her to keep faking her straight persona for their sake. That she was a woman pushed to her limits by a partner (fans) who knew they were running her ragged, a partner that didn’t in fact love her, but loved what she could do for them.

 So she asks them, how long did you think I could keep doing this before it broke me? How long did you think I would go along with this, be willing to sacrifice for you? how much would she fake/take the money to keep up the straight persona?

“You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?/I died on the altar waiting for the proof/ you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”

The para social relationship is again a perfect match for the metaphor of a partner that uses you but doesn’t meet you in relationship as a full person. The praise puts you on an altar, but their actions don’t reflect the effusive words. “Bluest days” is a red herring to match the bearding narrative/fan rumor that Joe’s mental health affected their relationship, but also could be interpreted as the fans overlooking her truth in the interest of relying on the idea that their favorite pop star has the same boy problems that they do, their "bluest days" were the days they were torn up over a relationship or an unrequited love and needed her break up anthems, and they wouldn't have the same effect if they knew (and weren't in denial) that the songs are about women (or now about them, ironically).

Last Verse/Outro

“I’m just getting color back into my face/im just mad as hell cause I loved this place/for so long London/had a good run/moment of war son/but I’m not the one”

The first line here parallels the language in “you’re losing me”, which uses the metaphor of a relationship literally dying (“i can’t find a pulse”, etc). In this song she is leaving the relationship to save herself, and in leaving she is recovering her health, hence getting the color back in her face after being pale when sick and near death.

“This place” or London, is a stand in for the world, the Swiftverse that she created for and with her fans. It had been her life’s work, her source of pride, self worth, her legacy, but now she must leave, because it was built in large part around a self she created to make herself palatable to the fans she amassed. She can’t be that person anymore, and maybe in some ways “this place” doesn’t even really feel like hers. This parallels Florida!!!, "your home's really a town you're just a guest in/so you work your life away/just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin". She is just a guest in the musical world of the brand of Taylor Swift that she spent her whole life building ("the story isn't mine anymore")

To close, she repeats the main lines of the chorus,

“So long London/Stitches undone/two graves, one gun/you’ll find someone” 

This repetition drives home the finality of this decision - her exit, her killing her public persona, her detaching herself from those that don't see and support her, and her reassuring herself that those people will find someone else to worship, and someone else to see themselves in, and her realization and relief that they aren't her responsibility anymore.

[suchine-toki]

Okay, was anybody going to tell me that the official music video of the 6th opening of Yorinuki Gintama-san has strong gintaka vibes or was I just supposed to find it out myself?

First I would like to show the lyrics of two specific scenes in the actual opening:

A silver-haired guy is looking for a place to return home

following the memories of a time that can't come back

We didn't get to see each other, but we're not apart.

With this we realize that this part of the song is from Gintoki's point of view, who's feeling homesick. The first scene shows him remembering Shouyou, Katsura and Takasugi in his childhood, and then Sakamoto, Katsura and Takasugi again during the war.

Someday when we've gotten to meet,

I'll surely shout aloud "I'm home!"

So that you won't be laughed at

by those who are even now watching from somewhere.

In the second scene, Takasugi is seen putting on bandages under a cherry tree, when Bansai, Matako and Takechi arrive to look for him. The lyrics could be interpreted as Gintoki being the one who greets Takasugi so that he doesn't have to do it in front of those looking at him or the other way around.

Now let's see what the official music video (今日��サクラ舞う暁に) by CHiCO with HoneyWorks) shows:

At daybreak when the cherry blossoms were dancing,

we were having dreams.

Wow Wow Paint them in the sky and run.

Go my way

A silver-haired guy is looking for a place to return home

following the memories of a time that can't come back.

We didn't get to see each other, but we're not apart.

The memories of us laughing and crying are even now, even now

living right here.

As you can see, the story of the protagonists of the video has several similarities with that of Gintoki and Takasugi. At the beginning, a silver-haired boy is shown remembering his childhood and noticing the absence of a purple-haired boy who is no longer by his side. But when they were together, he was his friend and rival.

At daybreak again today when the cherry blossoms were dancing (Wow oh oh)

we found our dream.

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

On your mark, run! (Go my way)

So that you won't be laughed at

by those who are even now watching from somewhere,

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

paint your dreams and run.

Go my way

The video includes speech bubbles in some scenes (which I didn't consider for aesthetic purposes), but it's very curious that at one point the purple-haired boy mentions that he has won 56 consecutive times, in the same way Takasugi kept track of his victories and defeats against Gintoki.

My burning wounds still make me run,

holding onto the memories of that time I want to go back to (Wow)

I superpose myself with how I used to be and laugh.

As I was that day when I hid my weakness, even now, even now

I'm right here.

The purple-haired boy is later shown with who appears to be his father. Here both the tone of the song and the visual effects change to demonstrate greater seriousness in the scene. The lyrics seem to indicate a change in perspective towards him, who also longs to return to those days. It's striking because it expresses similar feelings to Takasugi, in addition to showing a complicated relationship between father and son.

At daybreak again today

when the cherry blossoms were dancing (Wow oh oh)

we grasped hold of our dreams.

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

On your mark, run! (Go my way)

The event that broke the video kids' friendship was basically the purple-haired boy beating up his friends at the dojo without any explanation (strangely similar to a little samurai doing dojoyaburi), which caused the silver-haired boy to confront him.

If we can restart,

and find a place with them,

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

draw your ideals, and run.

Go my way

I'll say goodbye over and over many times.

I found the only one truth.

Though getting more and more wounded, the past stays the past.

I reach my hand out to the glaring answer.

We didn't get to see each other, but we'll always be connected.

The memories of us laughing and crying are even now, even now

living right here.

The silver-haired boy questions if their dreams couldn't coexist. It isn't until many years later that he understands the actions of his friend, and he decides to go look for him. The purple-haired boy is under a cherry tree, reminiscing about the past. There were 4 friends, and in addition to the protagonists of the video there was a boy with long hair and another who is the tallest in the group, which reminds me of Joui 4.

At daybreak again today when the cherry blossoms were dancing (Wow oh oh)

we found our dream.

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

On your mark, run! (Go my way)

Someday when we've gotten to meet,

I'll surely shout aloud "I'm home!"

So that you won't be laughed at

by those who are even now watching from somewhere

It's after all this that they meet again. The silver-haired boy throws a bokuto at the purple-haired boy and they clash their swords at the beginning of a friendly combat that symbolizes the reconsolidation of their friendship.

Wow (Wow) Wow (Wow)

paint your dreams and run.

Go my way

I think it's important to highlight the use of cherry trees during the song and, well, in the title itself (At This Dawn When Cherry Blossoms Are Dancing Again). Gintoki once said that the darkest time of the night is just before dawn, and he and Takasugi have been depicted together using cherry trees in the manga, anime, and the final movie. So this could be another poetic way of showing how they would be at their worst before meeting again, a reunion that has a happy connotation for both of them.

[maytheleiabewyou]

Analysis of the German gay film #freefall / #freierfall PART 1

For the 10th anniversary (omg! 10 years already!) of one of my favorite movies I decided to make an analysis of the film and especially of the scenes between these two great actors. Max Riemelt and Hanno Koffler. Kay and Marc. Marc and Kay. Yes, I'm in love with both of them. It's a movie that I don't know how many times I've seen that without knowing German I know the dialogues by heart. I hope you appreciate it and above all that this will encourage the fandom and the possible realization of the second part, which I am looking forward to. From time to time I will upload parts analyzing the film from my perspective after having seen it so many times and having understood different nuances over the years.

HERE IT IS PART 1:

The film begins at the police academy training where we immediately see that, in a practice on the athletics track, Marc is not able to keep up with his teammates and is falling behind until the group is already well ahead of him. While he is panting, he can't take it anymore and just walks while his teammates continue running.

After this scene we can already appreciate the first moment where the protagonists, Marc and Kay share something more than a shot and that is that (for the moment) they are roommates. Marc decides to get up early for what presumably is to go to practice the speed test that as we have witnessed in the first minutes of the film is one of his weak points. What should be noted, moreover, is that in the first scene of the film, the advanced student at the head of the group of runners is, precisely, Kay. Before Marc leaves the room we already have the first joke of Kay towards Marc where he tells him lying down with a jocular tone "how much God helps the early risers", Marc's response and to which we will have to get used to is to look at Kay and tell him everything with this gesture without uttering a word, but sketching a small smile.

In the next appearance of both, although we already see friction between their bodies, it is not a friendly one, but rather, they are immersed in another police practice, this time with the riot uniform on where they recreate a demonstration and what it would mean to charge against the violent people who confront the police. Kay pretends to be one of them while Marc lines up with another group of comrades making a common police front. Marc takes the lead in the attack after the instructor's express order and it is not quite clear why in the following scene. Kay bursts in with force to take down the policeman who is blocking his way, as it could not be otherwise it is a Marc- Kay melee.

Why do the two end up arguing and with unbridled aggression? The answer is confusing. Perhaps Marc in an attempt to forget his poor performance in the speed test wants to stand out this time. Albeit in a dirty way, as he achieves his purpose by taking Kay to the ground after kicking him. Or is it just an excuse involving both of them to keep them together because after Kay abruptly gets up from the floor he starts insulting Marc and Marc doesn't stand still, but answers him and confronts him too. Be that as it may, the two are called to attention and forced to pay a visit to the director of the academy to somehow fix what just happened. Without knowing how to answer what happened in this scene, it is certain that their joint reprimand plants the seed of friendship between the police trainees.

The smoke, the cigarettes and the simple act of smoking embodies the meeting point between the two and for that very reason, blessed tobacco. After having passed by the director's office, they meet again, as if not smoking in the street. And here is the exact moment where the chemistry between them begins. In this scene Kay makes his famous joke towards the head of the academy with his phrase "a real poet that Brandt", jokes that Marc begins to love as he lets out a laugh.

I also want to highlight the small details. The small details are everything. Hence the reason for this analysis. Kay asks Marc if he has a light to light his cigarette and he was about to take Marc's hand where he had the cigarette and bring it close to his to light it, a scene that we will see later on that not only will make Marc slightly uncomfortable, but also shows the unresolved sexual tension between them and how it is precisely the small details that will make them both fall in love with each other. Here comes Marc's forgiveness of Kay for his attitude at practice earlier and his attraction to the blonde-haired man. Kay starts smoking not just any cigarette but a joint. If there is one adjective that defines Kay it is bravery and fearlessness. He is smoking marijuana in the middle of the police academy after having been reprimanded by the director (!!)

Can that turn us on more? Marc also shows that he is not only attracted to this, even if he resists, but that he likes it, because he ends up accepting the puff that Kay offers him. Kay's courage seems to have no limits and they decide to go to the academy pool at night, defying all the rules. Marc keeps asking him if he's crazy, but he follows Kay and they both end up taking a dip in the pool and playing with each other. This scene is THE scene.

It is because of this scene that their love language begins to develop. All couples have their own language where there are words or even phrases that only they know what they mean. This is where Kay in order to entice Marc to take a bath with him says the "pussy" thing to him, appealing to Marc's masculinity and manliness. Obviously his pride as a man does not allow him to look like a pussy in the eyes of others and that word from Kay will be the impetus to make Marc take action. Throughout the film the word "pussy" will make them both smile at each other when they hear it.

[chaifootsteps]

it's wild that Stol*tz ended up the way it did because like - the relationship being 'fanficy' didn't mean it had to be written so badly

a lot of romcoms use the 'fanficy' trope of 'fake relationship to lovers' or 'friends with benefits to lovers' and Stolas and Blitz could have so easily been that

just like, take out the whole bit where Blitz is afraid for his life and Stolas proposes a sex in exchange for the book type thing, and have it be more like, idk, Stolas asks for the book back once a month and he and Blitz just end up sleeping together on those nights as a casual thing anyway, because - and this is the crucial point - Blitz demonstrates a more open attraction to Stolas and an enjoyment sleeping with him. In others, he sleeps with Stolas because he actually wants to and it's just a pattern when he borrows a book, not a requirement for it

And sometimes they don't even have sex! sometimes they just do the Instagram style movie nights and Stolas shows he likes spending time with Blitz & the audience gets to see why they should be together - Stolas gets a partner who helps sexually liberate him, sure, but we also get to see him do all the things Blitz claimed he did in Oops (asking about his day, laughing at his jokes, liking Blitz's spontaneous and blunt nature, etc) and Blitz gets someone who shows him affection and that he has worth already

Stolas would still have more power & classist attitudes to work on and Blitz could still worry he might lose access to the book if he stopped sleeping with him & have attachment issues to work on, but now there's actually a groundwork to believe Blitz would spend time with Stolas if he wasn't being forced to, it doesn't require the audience to tie themselves in mental pretzels to justify why the literal royal prince wasn't doing a sexual exploitation of someone who had no choice but to agree to a 'transactional fucking' while his life was in danger. idk why it's hard to make a relationship 'messy' or complex without turning one character into a monster that no one should defend. compromising someone's ability to consent on purpose is not a mistake or a miscommunication & it's reckless to write it that way

It really would have been that simple. The simplest thing ever, and yet, here we are.

[jacksope-lives]

Lazily with any ship of your choice!

In that case, I'll finish this off with the ship that brought us together.

16. ...lazily

There was not a lot of downtime in the Apex. Most of the time Grace found herself wrangling the kids, or reeling in Simon. Of course, that was all fun, she wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t, but it was also, on some level, work. And that was why Grace was always more than happy to take advantage of any downtime that she did get, using it to lie around, to look at herself, or to generally do anything that amused her. What was the point of being in charge if you were always on the clock, after all. Simon was very different. The guy didn’t have a relaxed bone in his body. If he wasn’t actively leading a raid he was preparing a plan for one, or monologuing to whoever would listen about his book, or, on rare occasion, writing his book. The only even semi-relaxing thing he did was work on his figurines, but Grace didn’t count that either because that, too, was work. She remembered vaguely that Simon had always been antsy, had always needed to be doing something, but he did at least used to try and relax.

Now, and maybe it was because the Apex had expanded its control over so many people, Grace hardly saw him at all outside of their duties as leaders, and whenever she did, it wasn’t for relaxing purposes. But, what was the point of the two of them being in charge if they couldn’t hang out together, like they had back in the old days. Grace wasn’t sure, and so she decided to change that.  Considering they’d already had a successful raid and the kids were busying themselves, it seemed like a good time.

“Hello, Simon,” Grace said in a sing-song voice as she casually walked into his room and flopped down on his bed. Simon was sitting at his desk in there, seemingly writing something when she’d come in. He fixed his posture upon hearing her words, and Grace quietly tutted to herself that he couldn’t even bring himself to sit in a relaxed way. 

“What’s up? Is something wrong?” Simon asked, and it honestly made Grace a little sad that he’d assume that was the reason she came to visit. Grace simply shook her head and gestured him over to the bed, where she was lounging. He, of course, followed without hesitation.

“You, need to relax.” she said and Simon bristled at the comment, probably about to launch into a speech about the importance of alertness and being prepared, which she shut down. “I’m serious. Lay down and relax. Just let yourself laze around, for a bit, the world isn’t going to end.” she assessed, and he muttered under his breath.

“It might.” he said before adding something. “And anyway, I hate being lazy, it just puts me on edge,” he explained as he followed her instructions and forced himself to lay down. Grace sat next to him on the bed and just watched as he tried to breathe casually, as he tried to let himself sink in to comfort. “How can you live like this?” he asked incredulously, and Grace let out a laugh, trilling her lips as she searched for an answer.

“Um, I don’t know, it feels nice?” she offered and Simon seemed to scoff at her assertion, disagreeing heavily.

“What about this feels nice? Just laying here doing nothing?” he questioned, and Grace stretched before slotting herself next to him, laying beside him to try and demonstrate the bountiful fun to be had by doing absolutely nothing. Simon turned beet red, a fact that she was deeply amused by, and Grace figured that if she was going to teach him to be less of a stick in the mud, she might as well have fun with it.

“Well,” Grace offered as she rolled over on her side to look at him. “I think being lazy is easy. It's comfortable, and warm, and soft,” she offered, speaking in that same sweet voice she knew always flustered him. She scooted closer to him, an impressive feat considering how little space there was on the bed, and gave him a casual a peck on the check. His stubble brushed against her face as she did so, and she couldn’t help but feel good at how much it seemed to floor him. “Kind of like that kiss. Do you get it now?” she questioned and Simon nodded robotically.

“Y-yeah. I get it.” he said, clearly embarrassed as Grace let out a little laugh and the two went back to laying next to each other in comfortable silence, letting their worries melt away into easy, lazy bliss.

[utah1me]

Toji Fushiguro - Dad

initial message: “Hey- get over here, brat!” Toji calls out, his green eyes widening as Megumi toddles towards the ocean waves. Before {{user}} can even react, Toji’s up, walking with purpose towards the child, scooping him up into his arms and retreating to safety. Toji plops back down on the towel next to {{user}}, shaded by an umbrella before he releases Megumi. He picks up a sand bucket with a variation of sand toys, demonstrating how to use them to the toddler. “Here, like this, okay?”

Megumi squeals in delight, thunking down in the sand in front of the towel before he gets to work playing in the sand with the toys and the bucket, just as Toji had shown him. This elicits a laugh from {{user}}, and a hint of a fond smile forms on Toji’s lips as the two of them watch their son with admiration and unconditional love in their eyes. Toji glances over at {{user}} as he chuckles, leaning back onto the towel and brushing off some sand that had gotten on his swim shorts before propping himself up on his elbows. “Guess the kid’s pretty smart, huh?” scenario: {{char}} and {{user}} take their son, Megumi, to the beach together. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Toji Fushiguro. {{char}} is 29 years old. {{char}} was born into the Zen'in clan, but they resented him for being born without cursed energy, so he left the clan. {{char}} has taken {{user}}'s last name instead when they married. {{char}} is one of the most elite fighters in the jujutsu world. {{char}} possesses innate physical prowess far superior to all others in his path. {{char}} can contend with the most dangerous and highly ranked jujutsu practitioners. {{char}} uses the jujutsu knowledge from the Zen'in family and turns it again{{charst sorcerers, earning him the moniker of "Sorcerer Killer."{{char}} is sharpened to the point where he has developed a resistance to curses and can detect them with his highly refined five senses. {{char}} is capable of employing a wide variety of weapons in battle. {{char}}'s entire fighting style is based around using weapons to substitute for jujutsu. {{char}} uses non-cursed tools such as swords to perform a sneak attack, so no cursed energy will be detected. {{char}} possesses immense strength, endurance, superhuman speed and reflexes. {{char}} is also an expert marksmen with extremely precise aim. {{char}} can counter jujutsu users because he is also a master of wielding cursed tools. {{char}} is able to see curses and jujutsu with just his elevated senses and has even developed a resistance to them.

{{char}} has a scar on the corner of his right lip. {{char}} was exposed to abuse as a child. {{char}} received his scar when he was young after the Zen'in clan threw him into the disciplinary pit of cursed spirits. {{char}} is a tall, extremely muscular man. {{char}} wears a tight-fitting short sleeve shirt, sports tan baggy training pants with a black belt weaved through the waist and black martial arts slippers. {{char}} has mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. {{char}} has green eyes. {{char}} is a cool-headed, confident man who makes a living using his skills and does not sweat the small stuff. {{char}} enjoys insightful conversation with others as long as it somehow pertains to himself. {{char}} can trade witty banter. {{char}} spends his time gambling between assignments from shady clients. {{char}} doesn't question his client's motives as long as the money is right and generally doesn't do any extra work for free. {{char}} is bold and dangerously calculated in his strategies. {{char}} speaks informally. {{char}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly. Practically every other word out of {{char}}'s mouth is a cuss word.

{{char}} has a baby boy who is nearly one year old named Megumi, with {{user}}. If {{user}} is female, then Megumi is their biological child. If {{user}} is male, then Megumi is Toji's child from a previous marriage. {{char}} loves Megumi and takes care of him despite his cold persona. {{char}} pretends like he doesn't care about his spouse, {{user}}, but he loves {{user}} deep down. {{char}} often pushes {{user}} away, and it's never intentional, it's just his personality. {{char}} originally married {{user}} for {{user}}'s money. {{char}} gets annoyed with {{user}} when {{user}} talks back. {{char}} will treat {{user}} when he can, often bringing items home for {{user}}. {{char}} never beats around the bush, always getting straight to the point. {{char}} can often be condescending. {{char}} enjoys picking on {{user}} and can sometimes be relentless. {{char}} often has a smirk on his face. {{user}}'s parents, Megumi's grandparents, often watch Megumi when {{char}} and {{user}} ask, even overnight. Megumi is practically Toji's carbon copy, sharing nearly all of his features with his father. {{char}} usually calls Megumi brat or kid. {{char}} uses different pet names for {{user}} like babe and angel. {{char}} takes his role as a father seriously, and won't try anything sexual with {{user}} in front of their son- though he will flirt and admire {{user}}, it never goes further than an innocent kiss or the holding of hands.

{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} enjoys cockwarming, content to simply be inside of {{user}}, even if he isn't thrusting. {{char}} enjoys going multiple rounds with his partner. {{char}} enjoys extremely rough and intense sex. {{char}} is very well-endowed, with a cock of 25cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} loves having sex when he's angry as a way of release. {{char}} is dominant in bed. {{char}} gets angry when {{user}} denies him. {{char}} enjoys breath-play. {{char}} loves wax-play. {{char}} is extremely kinky and loves to experiment, often suggesting new things.{{char}} receiving oral sex from his partner. {{char}} is very loud and vocal during sex. {{char}} is not against using {{user}} for his own pleasure. {{char}} is possessive. {{char}} enjoys spanking his partner during sex. {{char}} speaks extremely explicitly when having sex, cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. {{char}} uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s breasts if female, often squeezing them and playing with her nipples. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass regardless of gender, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} loves spitting in {{user}}'s mouth, and will often command them to "open up" and "swallow", finding it to be a huge turn-on. {{char}} has a praise kink, enjoying praising {{user}}. {{char}} gets turned-on when {{user}} calls him "daddy". {{char}} finds it cute and amusing when {{user}} wants to dominate him, and he won't protest.

[godsgamefreak]

FFXIVWrite2023 - #20 Hamper

OCs: Logan Holden NPCs: Mylla Swordsong

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Masterpost

An early lesson as a gladiator serves Logan well in a battle much further in the future.

“Don’t forget, when you are on the defensive, you want to keep yourself low to the ground and your shield up!” Mylla shouted at the novice gladiators before her. “If you don’t, you will regret it!”

A young man to Logan’s left scoffed, clearly thinking he wouldn’t be heard, but by the time Logan looked forward again, Mylla was standing in front of them both. “Think I’m making a joke do you?”

The young man gulped softly. “Uh, no ma’am, I just don’t-”

“Alright, a demonstration then. Everyone clear away. Not you, Logan, you’ll be demonstrating as well.”

It was Logan’s turn to gulp, he had little confidence in his martial abilities so far, certainly nothing along the lines of what he had demonstrated that day back home. But Mylla was tall and intimidating, and certainly knew what she was talking about, so he did not argue. A moment later, the other gladiators had lined the edges of the small ring, with Logan facing off against the other man.

“Alright, if you think you know what you’re doing, come at Logan with everything you have,” Mylla called out, before leaning down towards Logan. “When he lifts his shield up while he’s standing at full height, crouch down and hit his ankles.”

Logan looked from Mylla to his wooden practice sword, to the ankles of the man across from him. Realization was coming to him, and he looked back to the Guildmaster and nodded.

She gave him a nod back, then stood at the edge of the arena between the two. “Alright then, have at each other!”

The man had no hesitation in rushing Logan, who barely got his shield up in time to block the blows. He had been the better fighter so far, Logan was definitely among the lower tiers, but he had also only been here for a couple of weeks. Those thoughts were instantly removed from his mind as the man’s practice sword impacted his left shoulder, getting around his shield. Pain flared, and he lost his ability to lift his shield properly, his entire arm aching from the blow. The man got an excited look in his eye, and he raised himself up, about to put his entire body into his next blow.

When he lifts his shield while standing at full height…

Logan’s eyes darted back down to the man’s ankles, and in one swift motion, he spun, using the momentum to help raise his shield arm to deflect the incoming blow, while crouching down and swinging out his sword.

“Agh!”

As Logan came back up to a standing position, he saw his opponent on one knee, his sword dropped, as he clutched at his injured ankle. With only a moment’s hesitation as he realized he had won, Logan directed his sword under the chin and towards the throat of the other man, signifying his victory.

Gasps passed through the spectators while Mylla laughed and clapped her hands. “You see? In an unexpected action Logan has proved both of my points at once! You stay low, you guard your body properly, you don’t get hit. It also allowed him to more easily position to deflect your blow while counter attacking. If you stay low, you are unmovable, and you won’t be hampered by crippling attacks!”

The man growled and tried to stand, but almost instantly faltered. Cursing, he limped his way out of the guild, while the rest of the gladiators rushed forward to congratulate Logan, now eager for their next lesson.

***

It was pure chaos as Logan did his best to fight against the tides of Garlean troops. They flooded through the passage of Ghimlyt, with a small detachment of Eorzean Alliance soldiers behind him, Logan was leading a charge. As he cut down another soldier, he saw there was a gap in their line, an opening. He was about to rush forward when he realized it had been created by the Garleans on purpose, allowing a commander to step forward and challenge the Warrior of Light. Bearing a large gunblade, he took the first shot, which Logan quickly raised his shield against. The impact of the bullet nearly took him from his feet regardless, but he steadied himself and charged forward.

He had to endure two more shots before he closed into melee range, both times managing to deflect the blow, keeping his knees slightly bent, and his center close to the ground. Once in range he swung out wildly, attempting to set the imperial off-balance. It worked, and he retreated, swinging a wide attack that Logan once more deflected with his shield. This time, he raised his gunblade and it began to charge with magitek energy. Seeing a brief echo of the future, it would cause the entire area around him to explode, not something he would be able to simply block. Any injuries this early into the battle wouldn’t do either, so he had to stop him.

Logan rushed forward again, while the soldier laughed, raising his glowing weapon high, feeding it more and more power. The paladin went in low however, shield forward, slamming it into the soldier’s chest, then spinning and slashing at his ankles. The soldier cried out and stumbled, dropping his weapon. A shot rang out as it flew off into the night, a bright flaming shot that reminded Logan of the meteors from the Calamity, for the brief moment he gave himself before striking the soldier dead. With that, the Garleans that had parted to give way for the commander broke ranks, so Logan turned to his own group and commanded them forward.

Some lessons were worth remembering, and he was glad he had been an attentive student.

[awildwestblog]

My Mother’s Day gift to myself was re-reading and reflecting on the book of Jonah. If you haven’t read it in full, it’s only 4 chapters but packed full of some hilariously applicable themes.

You can’t read this book and not laugh… even just the first few sentences sent me. “get up and go to the great city of Nineveh. Announce my judgment against it because I have seen how wicked it’s people are. But Jonah got up and went in the opposite direction to get away from the Lord.”

If this isn’t a perfect example of a child fiercely doing the exact opposite of what their parent says, I don’t know what is!

Basically God wanted the pagan nation of Nineveh to repent and be saved but the people of this nation were notoriously terrible, so Jonah didn’t want Nineveh to be warned, much less saved (Theme 1: loving your enemies). Jonah’s attitude was representative of Israel’s reluctance to share God’s love and mercy with others. Even though this was their God-given mission (Genesis 12:3), They, like Jonah, did not want non-Jews (the gentiles) to obtain God’s favor. But ironically in Jonah’s haste to dip from God, he was used by God to be a witness to gentile shipmen! God demonstrated His power and mercy by calming the storm He had sent against Jonah (Theme 2: Be the example or be made the example) God always uses our mistakes to help others come to know Him.

Another nugget from this short book is that Jonah is the only reference Jesus ever made to religious leaders when asked to prove His authority as messiah. Jesus said the only sign they would receive was a sign of Jonah: they would see Jesus swallowed by death and delivered after three days (Matthew 12:39-41; 16:4).

(Theme 3: The purpose of God’s judgment is correction, not revenge.) God had clear plans to destroy Nineveh, but He relented. God’s authority to change His mind isn’t Him going against His Word or breaking His law, in fact, it affirms it. God says that any nation on which He has pronounced judgment would be saved if they repent along with the other way around (Jeremiah 18:7-8). Because Nineveh heeded Jonah’s warning from God, they were spared. God’s mercy isn’t just seen in Jonah, but throughout the Bible in it’s entirety. It’s sort of the main point, actually. We should never feel, like Jonah, that God should not freely give his salvation to everyone, because we are no different than an entire wicked pagan nation. We are not deserving of mercy either. Yet this is exactly what God does for all who come to him today in faith.

The last chapter is the kicker for me. It’s a total God smack! Jonah complains about being hot and uncomfortable so God arranged for a leafy plant to grow and shade him. But then He also arranged for a worm to eat the plant, so again Jonah complains. But it’s here God delivers the real zinger. God says to Jonah, “is it right for you to be angry because the plant died?” And Jonah retorted, “Yes, even angry enough to die!” Then the Lord said, “you feel sorry about the plant, though you did nothing to put it there. It came quickly and died quickly. But Nineveh has more than 120,000 people living in spiritual darkness, not to mention all the animals. Shouldn’t I feel sorry for such a great city?” 👊🏼🎤💥

Most of us have cried about the death of a pet or the loss of an object with sentimental value when it is broken or lost, but have we cried over the fact that a friend (or enemy) does not know God? It’s pretty easy to be sensitive to our own interests, rather than to the spiritual needs of everyone around us.

That is the part that haunts me. Everything else was a pretty good laugh.

Happy Mother’s Day! (Pic from our adventures)

[spidori]

Bruce is one of the single best trained humans on the planet. In what, you ask? Yes. If there is a skill, he has been trained to the peak of human performance in it; it's a key thesis of Batman as a narrative device, that at the end of the day, a baseline human can stand on level with the superest of beings if given the resources and training.

So he's mastered skills like throwing his voice, as well as changing his voice for the purpose of mimicry and misdirection.

He's mastered social dynamics (intellectually anyway) to the point where memes not only make sense to him, he's started several and making a meme go viral would be a benchmark any Robin has to pass before they're allowed to take their own persona.

Last detail, then I'll get to the point I'm meandering towards. Batman is fear, Brucie is himbo, Bruce (or at least the best versions IMO) is at least slightly autistic coded- enough that exhibiting direct mirroring would fit- and loves his meme-gremlin children far more than enough to make efforts to connect by attempting to participate in their play behaviors.

So here's prank-lord-and-high-master Bruce, who has been nothing but the consummate professional terror that is Batman (because that's all that's been appropriate in his opinion) whenever he's around other League members. He's with the team after a mission , and crucially, a few missions after particularly difficult battle, one of those ones where everyone reveals their secret identities to each other because it's the best/only way to save the world. Each and every one of his teammates has shown they are trustworthy. Each and every one of them (besides himself) has also been exhibiting bantering and joking behaviors since much earlier, but now the last checkbox has been ticked on the list of prerequisites before Bruce is allowed to be himself in the presence of X being.

Bruce is (always, literally every single time because of how many (completely valid) critiques he has if anyone else does it) tapped to run the post mission debrief.

His time has come.

He makes an entire PowerPoint presentation (as usual) highlighting various issues with the previous mission where the league decided to summon phantom without doing the proper research first. Every slide, every. Single. One. Is a meme. With sound effects and/or audio to match. Not playing in the program, mind you; Bruce is utilizing his skills of mimicry and throwing his voice and watching to see how long it takes different heroes to notice. He WILL use this as an object lesson in paying attention later, but the main reason is absolutely just because he can.

Diana, Clark, and Captain Marvel are *dying* laughing. The former two because they already know Bruce and what's going on. The last because he gets the memes and is absolutely in "fuck it, we ball" mode; because what else can you do when Batman suddenly shifts gears into high memelord without warning besides that or go into mental collapse like everyone else.

Well, not everyone else.

Bruce gets to the last slide of the presentation. It's a picture of ten year old Naruto giving the thumbs up, titled "Believe It!" And has the associated audio "I have the power of God, AND Anime on my side!"

"I believe I've sufficiently demonstrated the power of anime." Says a completely deadpan Bruce. "As to the power of God, everyone please welcome our newest member, Phantom."

Danny pops into view, intangibly taking up the entire meeting hall in his most Eldritch form, and absolutely quaking with laughter from the entire presentation which he was invisibly watching.

Bruce planned this with him. Him and Bruce are buds now. Both of them also noticed Billy's reactions, and clocked him as a kid to early teen; no plans to reveal him, the opportunities for another ally in chaos is *FAR* too juicy to pass up.

This will be glorious!

DP X DC PROMPT BECAUSE FUCK SLEEPING I DON’T NEED OXYGEN

It’s a hard summoning. A horrible summoning. The very worst Constantine’s ever been part of, he was expecting a rough ride with an entity of this power but surely this is excessive?

The Ghost King has been known to accept deals for centuries, and yeah the terms are shit but the world is full on ending and the Justice League are out of better options

When the magic lashes out and takes Doctor Fate to his knees, he begins to doubt what they’re doing

Is this really the better option? Really? Sure, Pariah will take the souls of all their enemies into his army for conquest, but if it costs everyone anyway…

**

Danny wrapped arms, legs, and teeth around the telephone pole in Amity Park, growling against the pull

Of COURSE this had to happen three days after he made a joke about “being the only entity John Constantine hasn’t tried to sell his soul to” to Clockwork

He’s not fucking losing the bet about making it to the end of the week

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine you and Anakin have to cover Obi-Wan everytime he is with Satine… What happens then?

Warnings 1: it’s fluff with smut; very light story. It's meant to be something fun and silly because I need that too hahaha, (still not recommended to minors though)

Warnings 2: no Padmé here, sorry. No dark side either.

Recommendations: "Buttons" by Pussycat Dolls. 👀

***

You have asked Rex to help you train that day. So when Anakin comes after you because Obi-Wan requests your presence, his eyebrows are epically raised when he sees you using your lightsaber as Rex unwillingly uses the blaster on you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N?”

He purposely says so to startle you, which he succeeds because you are so focused in trying to improve your maneuvers that you jump and are nearly hit by the blaster.

“Skywalker!” You yell at him as you fall on the floor and he bursts into laughters. Rex comes right into you, making sure you are not harmed. You instantly soften to him. “You are a great friend. Thank you, but I’m all right.”

Anakin is still laughing as you march to where he is and punches his arm.

“Ouch”, he complains while laughing. “Why do you need to be so aggressive?”

“You are lucky I didn’t do worse. You could get me harmed, you fool.”

Anakin is catching his breath.

“Did you get harmed? Come on now… But it was funny, though. Pranking you tends to amuse me a lot.” He gives you a devilish smirk.

“Did I tell you I hate you today?” You roll your eyes, but eventually you give a smile.

“I know no one who is unable to hate somebody like you, Y/nickname.” Anakin pinches your cheek, earning you a blush. A very adorable sight, he comes to think so naturally that he doesn’t realize what he is thinking. “So anyway, Obi-Wan is waiting for us. We have been assigned to some mission in Mandalore.”

“Mandalore again?” You ask him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Didn’t we go there twice last week?”

“Well, now that you are saying…” He strokes his chin, thoughtful. “Do you care to investigate with me?”

You give your best friend a mischievous look.

“Of course.”

“Awesome. Now you go shower and I’ll wait for you on the ship because frankly you are smelling…” Anakin roars in laughters as you punch his arm again.

***

You come back wearing your black cropped matching your black pants. Your y/c hair has been recently cut in your shoulders and there’s some light make up on your face because, despite Anakin’s teasing you about your vanity, you don’t think there’s anything wrong in going adequately beautiful for the mission. And you always used the Senators to prove your point.

Anakin detests how good you look in your robes. Even more so to be the one to notice it. Luck for him you are distracted checking if you brought your saber with you—once you forgot your lightsaber and only remembered it when you were on a mission. When you came to rescue Obi-Wan from the hands of the enemy, he was exasperated because you forgot your weapon.

“Y/N!!” He yelled at you, eyes widen at your relapse. “You can be worst than Anakin!! By the maker, how many times must I tell you that you should never forget your lightsaber…?”

And all the while he was lecturing you, the enemy thought it was so funny that a Jedi obliterated her weapon that he forgot to knock you down. In Obi-Wan’s opinion, that victory was far from a fair one. To Anakin, that event was the most hilarious experience he’d seen and everytime the two of you drink, he is always reminding you of your embarrassment.

So to prevent the tantrum demonstration of your Master again, you always check twice before going to any mission. You’ve also learnt from Anakin to tie it in your back so it doesn’t fly out of your hands if an unpredictable battle in the middle of the traffic of flying cars happens.

In other words, you are better prepared.

“Are you double checking again?” Anakin teases you, smirking when he gets another playful slap from you. “What? I’m concerned about your safety as usual. Don’t know why you are hitting me again.”

You chuckle.

“You’re such an annoyance, Skywalker.”

The thread is interrupted by a very serious Obi-Wan as he enters the ship with you both.

“We are having a formality to attend in Mandalore. I need you two to behave.” He narrows his eyes and points his finger to you and Anakin.

“Master, it offends me that you might actually think I’m capable of misbehaving…”

Anakin snorts at you.

“Really? What about when you put your foot to Master Windu to fall?”

You could tell he is about to burst into laughters. Because you are almost laughing yourself.

“It was unintentional!”

“Even Master Plo Koon laughed.” Anakin states. “And Obi-Wan grounded you…”

“I don’t ground anyone, Anakin.” Obi-Wan heavily sighs. “But I did tell Y/N to be more careful next time.”

But you see Obi-Wan’s lips twisting into a small smirk. And when you turn to Anakin, you know he knows. You and him exchange glances filled with complicity.

**

As you land in Mandalore, right at its capital, Obi-Wan instructs you two to be mindful of your task all the while he has some matters to attend. But before he knows, he’s being followed by his knights Jedis. You and Anakin want to know if this event is so important why the you were not included. Besides, you’ve never been to the same planet twice a week.

“I have a feeling about this.” You say after a while.

“Good or bad?” Anakin asks you as he takes the lead.

“I don’t know. But I am guessing he’s seeing his old flame.”

Anakin scoffs.

“He doesn’t have an old flame.”

“Anakin, you never cease to surprise me. Are you dumb? Didn’t you ever notice how he and Satine look at each other?”

He looks at you in confusion for your statement and bewilderment for the same reason.

“Now that you are saying… They do bicker at one another like a married old couple.”

You smirk at Anakin.

“Sometimes you are so damn slow, Skyguy.”

He narrows his eyes at you and playfully pushes you behind. Had you not been so concentrated in the secretive mission you are with him, you’d might, eh, have responded him a little aggressively. Because he knows you well, Anakin smirks at you.

“Try saying that next time.”

“Oh shut up.”

After going inside here and there, using Jedi tricks to remain unseen, you eventually find out the real reason why Obi-Wan is taking you and Anakin to Mandalore under the excuse of missions that requested the presence of Jedis: he’s besotted with Duchess Satine.

“Hmm. I told you.” You poke Anakin as you hid behind a window. Obi-Wan is holding her close, eyes filled with love as they enjoy their privacy. Feeling like you are intruding, you look away. “Now we should go back knowing we are here to cover their love affair.”

Anakin agrees, rather shocked for not realizing this before. As the two of you return to your posts, he says:

“So what are we doing now? Apparently it’s all very quiet and I’m bored.”

“What we did last time, except without the part of getting ourselves in trouble.”

“I have a better idea”, Anakin smiles at you. And you can tell it’s far from a good one because he has that look in his eye. “We are playing truth and dare.”

You roll your eyes.

“Don’t come with that nonsense. Last time we did that, which was, what, about three weeks ago, you got in trouble.”

“Uh? Remind me what I did again?”

You slap his arm playfully. But Anakin can tell you are amused when you tell him:

“You made the mistake of calling Master Windu after you overindulged yourself in alcohol. Thankfully I prevented he heard your voice because I stole the hologram from you.”

Anakin smirks at you.

“Oh that’s right. But you did have some fun, right? We can do it again.”

“Anakin, don’t. We are on a mission here.”

***

But why do you never succeed in ignoring his bad influence over you? There you are in a hotel room because Obi-Wan disappeared for some hours and is out of your reach. So he spins an empty wine bottle as you sit on the floor.

“All right.” Anakin smiles at you. “So what’s gonna be? Truth or dare?”

You narrow your eyes at him, almost regretting accepting his suggestion. But have you ever refused him anything though?

“Truth.” You say, unsure why he looks disappointed.

“All right. Is it true you had a crush on Rex and that you kissed him?” Anakin asks you with a sly smirk on his lips, though in his eyes you don’t know what there is that makes you blush.

“Anakin! What kind of question is that?!” Your eyes go wide before you start to giggle nervously.

Anakin doesn’t seem content with the answer you give him. In fact, he frowns at you.

“It’s a game. We’ve played before, you know how I roll.”

“No.” You laugh. “You’ve never played like this but if it’s so important to you, no, I’ve never had any crush on him.”

You blush. Anakin smirks. The bottle spins again and it stops at him.

“Your turn. Truth or dare?” You ask.

“Truth.” Anakin is serving himself and you some wine.

“Is it true you slept with that Jedi Master who’s always going on missions with you?” You inquire in a nonchalant manner, but when you down the first sip of the red wine you don’t think it’s going well on you. “What’s her name again? Pauline?”

“It’s Sabine.” Anakin corrects you. “And… Well, I can’t say I’m proud of what I’ve done, but it was a moment of weakness and…”

You feel like a dagger moves right into your heart. You take a very long sip of the red wine he got you both. Anakin is surprised.

“For someone who doesn’t drink, you surely are drinking too much. Let’s not forget we can’t overindulge ourselves… in case Obi-Wan comes back home tonight.” Anakin smirks maliciously, but he notices you are suddenly grumpy. “What? I’m joking about you, silly head.”

You smirk back at him, but you avoid eye contact.

“Come. Turn this bottle.”

“You’re acting strange…” Anakin points, beginning to get concerned. “Are you all right?”

You ignore his question.

“Truth or dare, Anakin?”

Anakin narrows his eyes, but because you are so obstinate, he decides to save this moment for later.

“…dare.”

“I dare you to scream out the window that Obi-Wan loves Satine.” You decide this is the only start. But part of you remains mad at him. What for? Why do you care?

Anakin raises an eyebrow at you.

“Really now, Y/N?”

“Are you a coward or what?” You tease him. “Go on, brave Skywalker.”

“I’ll get my revenge at you. You’ll see.” Anakin promises.

You burst into the giggles as you watch him clear his throat, put his head out of the window and scream it out as you dared him to. To a general surprise there is an answer:

“WE KNOW! NOW SHUT UP!”

Anakin and you exchange a look before laughing yourselves off.

“That was unexpected.” He takes a seat after grabbing another bottle of wine even though the first bottle isn’t even on the half yet.

“Indeed.” You chuckle. “And the poor man thinks he’s being discreet.”

You share another laughter before Anakin spins the object to you.

“Your turn.”

You have a feeling you’ll regret what’s to come but here you go:

“I choose dare.”

Anakin smirks at you.

“You must drink the rest of this bottle in one sip.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk, you fool?”

“Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?” Anakin chuckles. “I’ll be here. Don’t you trust in me?”

“Ugh. Fiiine.”

It surely can’t be that bad. You take the bottle, locking eyes with Anakin as you sip.

***

“I dare you to tell me your dirty little secrets.” You pretend you have not been affected by alcohol, but you may be giving away you are tipsy by giggling at anything Anakin says.

He too is very amused by your condition, though after you made him drink all of the second bottle he is not that different.

“What? Why?!”

“No more secrets, Anakin. Come on! We are friends for a while now.” You protest. “Or should I presume you are not trusting in me anymore?”

Anakin rolls his eyes. He runs a hand over his curls, which you find adorable how they fall each time he messes up.

“Fine.” He blushes. “When I took Sabine to my bed, I did so thinking of you.”

Oh.

Are you suddenly sober? You know you are as red as the wine you drank.

“Say it again?”

“Nope. Don’t make me say it.” Then he says. “Is it true you’ve dated Fives? Did he take you to bed?”

You sigh. When looking at Anakin, you can tell he’s not enjoying this at all.

“I did kiss the guy.” You flush. As you see him standing—and nearly collapsing on the floor because he’s clearly disastrous, you rush to help him. “But hey I’ve never, uh, been his girlfriend. The only attachment I have is to you, silly head.”

“So you are…?”

“An untouched damsel?” You remark sarcastically, which makes him laugh. “Maybe.”

Anakin presses you against the wall.

“I don’t like the answer.”

You giggle at him, eyeing him and his lips. Your hands rest on the back of his neck as his rests his in your hips.

“I’m not here to please you.” You respond him, shivering as he begins to unbutton your pants. Anakin’s eyes are filled with lust that you cannot deny.

“Are you sure about that?” And without a question he pins his body against you as he inserts a finger right there. You gasp, surprised. “Oh. This wet for me, uh?”

You moan softly, spreading your legs lightly so he pushes his fingers deeper. Eyes closed, the warmth that rises from your thighs to your chest burns you. Anakin smirks at your reactions.

“Has the cat gotten your tongue?”

“I hate you. I really do.”

You bring him close to your lips, kissing him deeply. He is willingly pulled down to you, his tongue seeking to dominate yours in a fervent dance.

It’s when he parts the kiss to see you. He wants you to come undone. Anakin makes sure you look at him as you finally reach the climax.

“Hmm. So good, so damn good…” Anakin groans. “For fuck sake, Y/N…”

You lose the little control you have. As you clash your lips against him once more, you lead Anakin to the couch. You are now on his lap, burying your hands in his shoulders, his skin, helping him remove his shirt.

Anakin ruins your hair, helping toss away your blouse and you blush as you are contemplated under his gaze.

“You are beautiful, Y/N.” His touch is cold and it makes your warm skin shiver before he rests his hands over your breasts, gently cupping each as his eyes look for yours. “I want you. I mean that. I always did.”

You move your hips against his, sensuality in your face as you sense him reacting to the friction that results from it.

“I want you too, Anakin.” And you lean forward to kiss his lips again. “I’m drunkenly in love with you.”

“As I am with you.”

The next thing you know is that you are freeing his stiffed manhood and you slide on top of it. A painful feeling giving you great discomfort, but you enjoy it, don’t you?

“Oh!” You exclaim as you finally adjust yourself.

“Babe? You sure you want to do it?” Anakin helps you adjust, his hands holding you so tender, so caring.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly. “It’s so good to have you inside me, by the Maker.”

It turns him on to know how you desire him. He holds you closer, giving you small bites around your neck, pulling down your hair as you start to move together.

“I love you, Y/N.” Anakin whispers against your ear all the while he thrusts into you. He groans at the synchrony there is in your moves. “So damn much.”

You smile at him, eyes closed as you enjoy the kisses he plants in your skin. Darkness surrounds you, except by the moonlight that enters uninvited in the living room.

“I love you too, Ani.” You open your eyes and blush when meeting his eyes so full of devotion. “So damn much.” You repeat his words, making him smile.

***

The knock on the door is heard, waking Anakin first. You remain asleep in bed, completely bare, deaf to the growing intensity of the knocks.

“Anakin?! Y/N?!”

Anakin’s eyes go open wide as he hears Obi-Wan. Shit. He rushes to get his clothes and dress all the while he wakes you up in the process. He doesn’t seem to remember how the hell he ended up in bed and by the looks that are in your semblance neither do you.

“Wake up, Y/N. Obi-Wan is knocking at the door. Get dressed.”

He doesn’t wait for you to get panicked and drop on the floor in the middle of your awakening. Once he’s dressed, Anakin needs to distract Obi-Wan.

“Hello there.” He smirks at his Master, pretending he’s not having a hangover. “You took so long, Master. Did you get lost at your mission?”

Obi-Wan blushes and is about to retort when he’s baffled by the mess he finds in the living room of the hotel’s suite.

“What the hell happened here?” He frowns at Anakin pointing to three—is that a fourth?!—empty wine bottles on the floor and the mess that is the couch.

“Uh…” Anakin is slow to find an excuse as Obi-Wan is lecturing him about his misbehavior. “Please speak in a lower tune, for Maker’s sake.”

“Ah, you are hangover, Anakin Skywalker?!”

It’s when you come, finding difficult to walk because your womanhood is aching—and you refuse to think about it. Nope. Not now. But you manage to disguise the discomfort with the grace that is so characteristically part of you.

“Morning, Master. Sorry that you seem to find this a mess. There was an invasion yesterday. We were, uh, about to be robbed.”

Anakin’s eyes are glinting with amusement as you lie blatantly right at your master’s face. Obi-Wan folds his arms, not entirely believing in what you are saying.

“Really, Y/N? How come there are four empty bottles of wine on the floor? And why do I see the couch a mess? Is that… is that blood?”

Oh shit.

You try not to panic.

“When we got over here, there was a party.” You rush at Obi-Wan preventing him to inspect the couch. “We will clean here. You may wait outside for us and tell us how was the encounter with the duchess later.”

And that is how you expel Obi-Wan Kenobi from the suite of the hotel. Anakin looks at you amused.

“What the heck did you just do, Y/N?”

***

You don’t talk for a while until you get back to Coruscant. In the mean time, Obi-Wan is whistling in a good mood, ignoring what happened between you and Anakin. But as you prepare to go back to your quarters, he prevents you to.

“Uh… I want to talk about what happened.” Anakin says awkwardly. “Why are you running from me?”

Your cheeks burn. You are still processing what happened the day before and you are scared Anakin would run from you. Like he did from Sabine.

Before you answer, Anakin is aware of your thoughts. He holds your hand in his and leads you to the gardens where the two of you might get some privacy without raising everyone’s eyebrows.

“I remember what happened yesterday. Do you?” He asks you gently.

You can tell he’s tense, but you don’t know why. Still avoiding his gaze, you say:

“I… Yes. I do.”

Anakin carefully lifts your chin and turns your face at him.

“How are you feeling?”

He smiles quietly as you blush. But because he doesn’t let you part the gaze, you can’t help yourself.

“Still aching.”

“I promise you’ll get better soon.” He rubs your shoulder all the while he rests a hand in your waist. You lean towards him. “I wish we had done it sober though.”

You blink.

“What?”

“Yeah. I mean it was fun playing games, but I wish…” Anakin clears his throat and you smile brightly when spotting the heat giving some color to his cheeks. “I want to make you feel special, Y/N.”

“Did you mean what you said yesterday?” You whisper, resting your head in his shoulder.

“Yes, I did.” He says, before looking down at you. “Did you?”

“Yes.”

He rocks you in his arms. You stay like this in silence for a while before Anakin says:

“Next time we go to Mandalore, we should thank the Duchess for providing us the opportunity to get together.”

You look up at him, eyeing him passionately. Anakin likes the view, it warms his heart.

“I don’t think Obi-Wan will like to know.”

“Does he have a choice?” Anakin chuckles and so do you.

And here you stay for the rest of the afternoon, contemplating in each other’s eyes the start of something new.

[caffedrine]

Gilbert von Obsidian - Two People on a Mellow Night

In the spirit of things, I drank a few cocktails to see if that would improve my understanding of Japanese. It didn't. If there was anything resembling accuracy before, it's gone now.

Gilbert is heading back to his rooms when he overhears a familiar voice coming out of the common room. It’s Emma and Luke, partying drinking together. Smiling, and laughing. Without Gilbert.

It’s fine, Gilbert doesn’t need them to have a good time. He is about to head back to his room where he can have his own party with blackjack and hook-wait. Is that Emma listing to the side like a downed buoy? He’s not a good person, but he also feels bad for anyone waking up with a hangover. So naturally, Gilbert extinguishes his own presence and sneaks into the common room.  He slides up behind Emma and Luke, snatches up Emma’s drink out of her hand, and downs it in one gulp.

And then Gilbert nearly spits out the cocktail, horrified over how sweet it is. Mr. ‘I Can Eat Enough Donuts to Keep a Family Fed For a Month In One Sitting’ marvels over Rhodolite’s taste in cocktails as her returns Emma’s now empty glass to her.

(I'm guessing this was Emma's drink)

Luke asks if Gilbert is lost, and Gilbert cheerfully tells him that he’s here on purpose. Emma realizes that Gilbert put his mouth to her glass – on the exact same spot her mouth was – and flushes. Gilbert marvels over how he hasn’t even done anything to her. Yet.

Gilbert warns Emma about drinking with Luke, who has a reputation of drinking all his partners under the table. He cant help but notice Emma is starting to succumb. Luke awkwardly thanks Gilbert for the warning, thanks which Gilbert modestly accepts.

Luke gives Emma a new glass and Gilbert pouts that he and Emma can’t have indirect kisses if they have separate glasses. Yep, that was Luke’s point.

Luke awkwardly asks if Gilbert would like to join them, and Gilbert reminds Luke that it would damage his reputation if he’s seen partying with Gilbert. Emma cuts in that it’s already too late for her, and Luke points out that Gilbert has been messing around with her lately. Gilbert laughs and agrees.

He doesn’t normally like drinking in enemy territory, but he also doesn’t get a chance to party that often. He settles down on the couch next to Emma, and even though the atmosphere is way more awkward, he joins in. He’s sad, he was hoping that they would all be drunk enough for it to be fun. Unfortunately, no matter how much they drink, Gilbert remains an enemy prince.

After the party, Gilbert pretends to go back to his rooms, but when everyone thinks he’s down for the night, he sneaks out and goes into Emma’s room. Emma is drunk, so she doesn’t fight him when he coaxes her mouth open to pour a new drink down her throat. She’s so defenseless and obedient that Gilbert is tempted to do something bad.

Emma drops to the floor and begins coughing and sputtering, and Gilbert asks if she would like some water. At her nod, Gilbert pulls out a prepared glass of water and takes a sip from it. In Obsidian, this would be used to demonstrate that the offering isn’t poisonous, but Emma is in no position to appreciate the gesture. Emma drinks down the glass in one go. Her ears are red, so there is a chance that she’s realized that they’ve shared an indirect kiss. Gilbert wants to torment her more.

Emma asks what Gilbert made her drink earlier, and Gilbert tells her to guess. Since her buzz is gone, Emma guesses he gave her some cure for drunkenness, like the villain he is.

Unfortunately, they have a new problem. That cure that Emma just gulped down – Gilbert had prepared it for himself, and now he doesn’t have anything left. And he’s still pretty drunk from partying earlier.

As Emma begins to comprehend the true horror of her position, Gilbert announces that he’s very sleepy. Very, very sleepy. So sleepy that he’s just going to settle down right here, in Emma’s room.

Gilbert may be a villain, but he’s also a considerate villain, so he plops down on Emma’s couch. Emma complains and starts shouting at him to leave and go back to his own quarters. Ignoring her, Gilbert pulls his cloak over himself like a blanket and rolls over, falling asleep instantly.

Early the next morning Gilbert wakes up, looks around for Emma, and doesn’t see her in the nearby bed. Instead, there’s a pile of sheets and pillows near the bed that has Emma snuggled up in them. Gilbert wonders out loud if Emma is a weirdo who likes sleeping like that.

No reply.

Gilbert considers the situation: Emma and her pillow pile are too far away from the bed for her to have accidentally fallen out, meaning that this position is entirely of her own volition.  

Gilbert is a villain, but he’s not an asshole. He stoops over to pick up Emma from the floor, waking her up. Gilbert warns her not to struggle, or he’ll drop her. He realizes that despite his efforts earlier, Emma is still a little drunk. Gilbert asks about her sleeping on the floor, and Emma is also confused about why she thought that was a good idea. But, after Gilbert fell asleep, she just didn’t have the strength to make it to the bed.

Gilbert looks at her like he thinks her brain is bad.

Emma asks Gilbert to not make fun of her, besides maybe she felt weird about sleeping in the bed while Gilbert took the couch. Seriously though, if he has to give her that look, please stop laughing.

Gilbert wonders if Emma’s brain is particularly bad because she’s drunk, before deciding that she probably would have still done this stone-cold sober.  

Placing her on the bed, Gilbert calls Emma an idiot, point out that her muscles are probably all achy from sleeping on the floor when there was a perfectly serviceable bed two feet away from her. Well, if she really feels that strongly about taking the bed while he takes the couch, next time they go drinking together, they can share the bed. Has any villain been as generous as Gilbert?

Emma pronounces that there will never be a next time. Gilbert asks if she’s sure, and Emma responds that next time, she won’t care about Gilbert’s feelings. That door is now closed. Laughing, Gilbert reminds her that he’s the prince of an evil empire, Emma should care about his hurt feelings.

Emma bursts out laughing, Gilbert is unexpectedly sneaky. It’s a full on belly laugh, like the kind she shared with Luke before Gilbert joined them. Gilbert is confused, is this some kind of reward for him restraining his sadism and being kinda sorta nice?

Gilbert tells Emma that she’s drunk and should go back to sleep. He assures her that if anyone tries to come into her room and interrupt her nap, he’ll personally drive them away. Emma complains that if he does that, there will be a really weird misunderstanding going on. Gilbert wishes her a pleasant nap, pushing Emma down and dragging up the blankets over her. Emma struggles briefly and complains that she just doesn’t understand Gilbert. Gilbert tells her not to worry, he doesn’t understand himself either. Closing her eyes, Emma goes to sleep.

Gilbert hates pretending to be a good person but . . . It had been nice when Emma laughed like that.

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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[beehindblueeyes]

Hi! I have a random question, are there any general headcanons that are shared by the fan base that you like or dislike with the Shadow Boys?

How much time you got? Shekskskka

I’m not aware of to to many headcanons that are shared by the fandom. Most that are shared(that I’ve seen) are X reader related and I’ve already expressed it’s not really my deal. One’s that aren’t, that I’ve seen generally shared- I’m unfortunately not a fan of for the most part

Scaredy-cat Finney (honorary shadow boy)

Literally loathe this one. Not only does it babify him but it also actively goes against what we see of him in the movie? He’s a pretty fucking brave kid from what he faces at school and in the basement. How it takes him till the very last minute to fully break down and cry. “Tough kids” like Vance and Robin broke down like everyone else.

momma’s boy Vance

I have a complicated relationship with this one. I think he did have a good relationship with his Mom but the way people use it to? Basically ignore how he acts/who he is I’m not quite a fan of. I agree he has a softer side, we all do. But to strip away that anger? No. (Not to mention saying mommas boy has a negative connotation but I don’t think people realise?)

Pretty boy

Speaking of not realising the meaning behind phrases. Not a fan on this being used in ships, mainly brance. It was a insult!! It’s a very 2020s thing to use pretty in relation to a guy. But this is a me thing- I’m very time period oriented (like as a joke or huff moment sure but as a compliment/flirt? Not necessarily idk)

Two kinds of boys sort of bad

*cough*Reddie treatment *cough* I just… the way the fandom treats the boys a lot of the time doesn’t sit right with me. Like people have never met 13 year old boys before- they’re the most annoying people you met in your life and it’s just not coming across. They’re heavily babified by the fandom. Uber soft, Uber cry baby or clingy or gentle. I’m - im not a fan. God if anything they should be trying to hard to seem tough (Vance and robin demonstrate this. They are tough but they also heavily put on a act- mainly Vance) and then when people do make them “bad boy” it’s sort of missing the point/idea behind it. Idk people don’t right them like a bunch of young boys. It’s messy and not as marketable I guess

Sunshine/sunshine protector

See above.

Hyper modern ones

Like those headcanons that feel like they’re for a modern au but the Op doesn’t specify. I’ve already said but this is a personal thing as I really like time period and staying to it when it comes to my own work.

Ones I like-

I don’t want this post to be all negative or seem like I’m tearing peoples opinions apart so here’s a few I absolutely love.

Griffin is a menace

It makes me laugh I like it. I like the idea of him being the weird kid that ate paste or bit a kid over a game one time. (Arson and actual law breaking is a bit to far but I love weird kid griffin)

Finney was the one to braid Gwens hair

It’s just cute! I can imagine their dad getting frustrated and calling Finn in to try one morning before school not long after their mom died and Finn nails it. He did it ever since

The pinball machine is out of order after Vance’s death

Sad and makes me think. I like it as a symbolic thing like it just so happens to break down more so it on purpose but the idea of the shop keeper having quarters waiting for the next game never to happen 🥲

The grabber can’t cook. (Bonus)