#*csc

[hanniedream]

[nevernonline]

Duffy hi I loved your Hoshi texts so much I was wondering if you could do some bf! Scoups texts please ❣️

Hi!! thank you. :') ofc. I hope you enjoy.

[ducktracy]

Shin-chan posting never sleeps... but that's because these animators never stop utterly amazing me AHHHHHH WHATTTT!! really really really had to post some screenshots and gifs from Special 21d, entirely animated by Masaaki Yuasa and delivers on all fronts

i really like how observational the animation and art direction in this segment was, whether it be from the shadows of the door against the curtains and the way the light reflects onto the TV screen, or the actual animation itself with the unconventional head tilts and angles. he really captures the dynamism and "awkward realism" of certain angles--if you're looking up at someone from the floor, they're not gonna have a petite, aesthetically pleasing neck. incredibly cool and incredibly inspiring

[cliffsideclangen]

Design tweaks

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<whispers in your ear> Cheol x Reader where he’s her brother’s friend? 🙏

the one with seungcheol and the ruse

pairing: choi seungcheol x jeon!reader summary: your knight’s shining armor is actually of flannel, but he gets the job done. cw: reader’s gender/sexuality are left up to interpretation, annoying ex, alcohol mention, the setting is a bar, wonwoo doesn’t actually appear but my girl lee youngji does (lmao) au: older brother’s best friend, fake dating (sort of) type: drabble (fluff-adjacent) rating: pg15 wc: 1.4 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

The similarities between you and your brother start and stop with genetic material. While you’d rather die than spend a Saturday night at home alone, Wonwoo would sooner drop dead than divorce himself from his PC just to leave his apartment. 

All things considered, it’s not much of a surprise when you roll up to the bar with your friends and find your brother’s there without him. Just the same, you’re not shocked when the cursory wave you give goes unnoticed; they’re all too busy guzzling shots to care who walks by.

All but one, that is.

The oldest, Seungcheol, lifts his pint glass in acknowledgment when he sees you come in from the cold. That gesture comes with a bonus in the form of a lazy half-smile, which almost has you tripping over your own feet. Now effectively tattooed on your brain, you still picture that lopsided grin while you cross the room to claim a booth.

Of the boys taking up space at the bar, Seungcheol is the closest to your brother — and, as a natural consequence, the closest to you. So, you tell yourself, it’s only natural that your focus keeps drifting in his way. More than that, it’s polite, checking in to make sure he’s having fun. 

Wonwoo would want that for him, after all.

Right?

More often than not, Seungcheol is too engrossed in his friends’ shenanigans to feel your casual — polite — gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. Even though he’s not looking in your direction, you find it hard to stop glancing in his. It can’t be helped; it’s always been this way. There’s only one conclusion left to draw: 

Choi Seungcheol was tailor-made to distract you.

First, it’s the fact that his hair is quite a bit longer now than when you saw him at your parents’ anniversary party a few weeks ago. The more you stare at those dark waves, the more you try to justify it to yourself. As far as you’ll admit, it has nothing whatsoever to do with how soft those tresses look; nor any desire you may or may not have to touch them and test your theory. 

No, you’re simply trying to determine what vitamins or supplements he takes to achieve that perfect shine — because whatever he’s doing is working.

When you stop gawking at his head, it’s his hands that trip you up. The way they grip Soonyoung’s biceps when the younger of the two starts wobbling, threatening to topple over onto a soju-sticky floor. The urge you feel to throw yourself at the ground and see who catches you is purely scientific, you tell yourself. 

Research.

If it’s not his body, it’s the sound he makes, laughing like a mad man with his whole chest. You have to peel your velcro gaze off of him to see what he’s laughing at: Kim Mingyu, who attempted to catch a tossed peanut in his mouth but ended up getting hit between the eyebrows.

You’d let yourself be pelted with peanuts if it made him laugh like that again — and, quite frankly, you have no excuses left to give about why that is.

Nine times out of ten, your friends are smirking when you finally turn back around because they know exactly where your eyes keep wandering — and to whom. They point out the way your cheeks and ears flame up. Each time they do, you blame it on the alcohol, though none of you believe it.

When you turn around for the tenth time, however,  they’re not smirking. Instead, they’re pushing their empty glasses your way.

“You’re on refill duty, aren’t you?” Youngji asks with a single eyebrow raised. 

You’re not, but she’s not blind. She knows how much you want to hover, and how desperately you need an excuse to do so.

Seungkwan, quick on the uptake, chugs what’s left of his cocktail. His face is still twisted from the sour syrup when he waves his now-empty glass in front of you. He says nothing, but he doesn’t have to; his narrowed eyes are menacing, and they tell you everything he’s thinking.

You sigh, put-upon, even though everyone knows you aren’t. Lips pursed tight, you keep that giddy grin to yourself as you collect the glasses and skip off towards the bar.

After giving your orders to the bartender, you glance — for the millionth time — over to your brother’s friends. The one you’re looking for is nowhere to be seen. Bravely, you do your best not to pout.

“Hey,” comes a low voice from behind you.

It’s a miracle that your head doesn’t roll with how quickly you swivel around. 

As soon as you do, your face falls. The excited flip in your stomach is swiftly replaced by a wave of nausea. Your tone is clipped and drenched in disappointment when you respond: “Can I help you?”

Your ex never could take a hint. They breeze right past that deadly look on your face, sidle up next to you at the bar until their shoulder is damn near bumping into yours. Worse, they open their mouth to speak again.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately —”

Is that not the point of breaking up with someone?

Desperate, your eyes scan the room for anyone who might notice the giant, neon exclamation point flashing above your head. Nobody you stare pointedly at feels your gaze on them, so you switch targets — again, again, again. Your brother’s friends are equally as useless as your own, it seems.

What if you tap “SOS” in morse code?

“— I’ve missed you. Missed us.”

Shit. 

Why didn’t you learn morse code?

You’re ready to sprint headlong out of the bar entirely when an arm — thankfully not your ex’s — drapes around your shoulders. With a quick glance up, you confirm that there’s truth to the meme: not all heroes wear capes. 

As it turns out, some heroes wear flannels, and they accessorize them with jaws clenched tightly enough to crack teeth.

“Jagi, who’s this?” 

Seungcheol’s posture relaxes just a little when he looks down at you. You swallow and keep your swooning to a minimum. There’s sweetness dripping from his tone that you want to bathe in. 

“I thought I’d met all your friends by now.”

When you let him pull you closer to his side — so close that your head can rest against his goddamn pectoral — you tell yourself that it’s just part of the bit. The affectionate smile he sends your way is part of the ruse. He’s convincing, though; you’d fall for this con, too.

You and your moon-sized eyes begrudgingly shift focus from Seungcheol to your ex, who still hasn’t taken the hint. That lovesick smile of yours is gone in an instant, giving way to the flattest affect you can muster. The sugar-laced voice you speak with is a far cry from the unblinking and unapologetic expression on your face. “I’m so sorry, but I don’t recall your name! What was it?”

Suddenly, Seungcheol unwraps his arm from around you. He seems to sense that this change-up startles you, so he winks at you while he leaning forward into the space between you and your ex; hands reaching for the drinks you’ve been waiting on.

Oh, you realize. He’s making sure you get the last word.

You swallow thickly as you reach out to take your burden off his hands. He shakes his head and beckons you with a smile, eyes softening. “C’mon, sweetheart. I’ve got these.”

You do as he says, following close behind him like a puppy, and you only stop when he does. Seungcheol looks back over his shoulder, calling out first to the bartender: 

“Can you put these on my tab? The name’s Choi.”

Then, dropping all pretense of friendliness, to your ex:

“Get home safe, eh, chingu?”

When you both resume your path to your table, you squeeze his elbow and whisper, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he urges, shaking his head a second time. Although he’s smiling, there’s some unspoken conflict in his eyes that you can’t quite parse. You can’t ask after it, either, because he stops stalling and sighs, “That’s what pseudo-brothers are for, right?”

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[angelwoozi]

cherry kinkmas (csc)

pairing: boyfriend!cheol x afab!reader

summary: strawberries and cream, or cherries and cream — your boyfriend treats you in the sweetest way possible on christmas morning, also succeeding to sneak a taste himself.

genre: smut, est relationship, 18+

wordcount: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, kissing, non penetrative kitchen sex, food play, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, clit biting, pet names, cherries & cream ;)

note: merry christmas (kinkmas). this is my brainrot and lemme tell you not one of my best works!! but it's cheol so it works!!unedited as always!

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Seungcheol's fingers trace your face as you stay with your ass perched on the kitchen counter.

Your boyfriend has plans to end the christmas breakfast by fucking you on the kitchen counter, and you'd be a fool to not comply with him.

So now, here you are. Perched on the counter with your legs spread and pussy dripping wet for him, only wearing your ugly sweater. Your boyfriend is pressed up against your form as his mouth finds solace on your lips and his hands on your face, cradling you oh so gently – as if he isn't going to destroy you the first chance he gets.

"Cheol." you sigh when his lips move to your neck, sucking and biting. He hums against your skin and places his hand on your thigh.

You know you are done for when you see his other hand inching towards the bottle of whipped cream on the counter.

Shit.

"What, what are you trying to do, baby?" a little breathless, you manage to ask.

"Shh. Don't you trust me?"

You could feel his smirk, rather than see it, with your eyes fixed on the way he takes the bottle in his hands and shakes it.

"I do, of course."

"Then just enjoy." he leaves a chaste kiss on your collarbone, "Cause I'm fucking hungry right now."

Fucking hell.

His mouth finds yours again and his tongue attacks yours, savoring every taste of you. You moan into the kiss and he grabs hold of the back of your head, pulling you closer. Meanwhile, his other hand travels to your thigh and you immediately gasp when you feel a cool sensation on your inner thigh.

He is spraying the cream on your inner thigh – way near to your center. God.

"Baby." a sudden whimper leaves you when he falls to his knees in front of you, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Mhm. This smells so sweet." His tongue darts out as he licks a bit of the cream off your thigh,"especially near your pussy." and your knees threaten to tremble.

You close your eyes and tip your head back, hands finding home in his soft locks as he holds you by your knees and dives deeper and licks a stripe up your thigh, all to your pussy. The whipped cream on your thigh has almost vanished, and the feel of his tongue on your skin sends chills down your spine, you tugging at his hair a little bit and staring at the way his tongue flicks.

Seungcheol licks his lips when he pulls away, after making an absolute mess between your legs, still not where you want him the most though.

"Please, cheol."

"Aww look at you. A mess and begging for me. Such a good girl." he coos at you and simultaneously brings his fingers to your center, slowly parting your folds with his index and middle – rubbing a pattern.

You whimper and inch closer to him, especially when his thumb finds your clit and rubs it in circles, taking his time. He inhales and hums against your mound, your knees trembling at that.

"So sweet." he sighs and finally enters you with his finger. You arch your back and bite your lip, seeing his pink pout and knitted eyebrows.

So fucking hot. And adorable.

He pushes into you until he is knuckle deep, and curls his fingers so they hit all the right spots deliciously. His name leaves your mouth unconsciously and he chuckles, the sound resonating against your bundle of nerves and sending a shiver up your body.

At the moans leaving your mouth, Seungcheol surprises you when you register a cold, soft feeling on the skin of your mound – looking down to find a glob of cream smeared over there.

You almost cry out when he dives forward and licks the cream off. Skillfully moving his tongue across the small expanse of your center and making a fresh wave of arousal gush to your entrance.

"Finally. I must say the cream is not as sweet as you." You'll rip his hair out if he makes you more flustered than this. Can't he shut up for your own sanity?

"Shh." you manage to say but immediately end it with a yelp when your boyfriend grazes his teeth at your clit and bites it playfully.

"You only have to relax, don't tell me what to do."

Fuck off.

You want to say, but you dont. Your clit is dear to you and so is your boyfriend – and so is your sanity. So you won't.

He enters you with another finger and your breath starts getting ragged. His tongue cleans up the mess he made – you added to it and moves lower to your entrance, circling the area around his fingers and your insides light up with bliss.

You wanna fly and fly at the feeling this brings to you. Only his fingers are enough to push you over the edge. But him being him, he removes them from your dripping hole.

You whine at the deprivation of pleasure but before you can utter a single word, his mouth attacks your pussy, and his tongue enters you immediately. He slurps at your juices like a man starved and all you can do is thrash in his hold as the sounds leaving your mouth are incohorent and loud. Very loud for a peaceful morning, but goddamn if you care.

He can't speak no more, and for that you are glad. Cause one single word in that sultry, deep voice of his and you'd tumble over the edge. Still, his tongue does the work when he fucks you with it like a god, savoring each and every inch of your cunt.

The knot tightens in your core when his fingers mindlessly toy with your clit and mind soars through the sky.

"Im close." a squeak of a warning cause the next second you let it go, your orgasms washing over you in waves as your mind whirs to place itself in reality. You know you can do this all day, but your body can't and you struggle to take in a breath when the high settles down.

A feeling pokes between your legs and you belatedly realise that Seungcheol is still lapping at your folds, licking you clean of your orgasm. But the pain is killing you now.

"Baby, no." he immediately pulls away and leaves a tender kiss on your knee.

He stands up and his face holds the most fucked out expression ever – with his lips glistening due to your slick and eyes darkened, a lazy smirk tugging at his pink full lips. You immediately pull him to you and smash your lips onto his.

The kiss is slow, passionate and everything needed for you to get worked up again. A cold thing taps at your cheek and you move your head to see him holding a cherry in his hand?

Uh oh.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says as he slots the cherry between your lips, while looking like the mortal equivalent of a fucking greek god.

You almost purr but obediently keep the cherry between your lips, your eyes wide and inviting. Not holding himself back, he kisses you again, this time crushing the fruit in the process, as rich juice trickles down your chin and makes a mess on your face, as well as his.

Oh what a sweet start to this day.

Your pussy aches once again, and you drape your hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, when you faintly register a hardness poking you.

Oh you were done for.

He licks the last of the cherry pulp from your lips, ridding you if the seed and the waste and wishes you – not hesitating to lift you in his arms and head to the bedroom.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

Oh what a christmas.

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[irlvernon-moved]

S.COUPS for ALLURE

[froghwon]

what’s after like?

+ his failed first attempt

[emiliosandozsequence]

chained (2012) dir. jennifer lynch

[cherrystar12]

[hanniedream]

[polariod240]

I discovered something horrible today and I won't let it die due to language barrier issues.

"Deputy Marco Grimaldi of Alleanza Verdi e Sinistra has submitted a parliamentary question to the minister of culture, Gennaro Sangiuliano, denouncing an arson that occurred on 6 June at the National Cinema Library of the Experimental Centre for Cinematography (CSC) in Rome. The arson was particularly significant and caught deputy Grimaldi's attention, because it hit cell B4, destroying a significant amount of nitrate films from the 1930s and 1940s, part of the Italian cultural heritage. But, above all, Grimaldi accused the CSC of «trying to keep it a secret».

An official statement on CSC's website (published on June 12th), which reported details about the arson, would have been removed shortly after, creating additional concerns about how the event has been managed. «After the intervention of both the fire department and police, so far the only concerns have been: sending an email to employees so they could prohibit them from revealing the event to outsiders and signing a contract with a private security company in order to supervise the deposits», Grimaldi denounced.

CSC informed Domani that the fire would have damaged only a small portion of the entire film archive, so the reels should already have a copy each. Right now, the complete census of the works that have been destroyed has not yet been completed». Meanwhile, the causes of the fire remain uncertain and are currently under investigation. The president of the foundation, actor and director Sergio Castellitto, said that CSC had already raised concerns about the safety of the archive's conservation status, a matter which the CSC had promised to address with the help of the Ministry of Culture, like exploring the possibility of more suitable structures for the preservation and restoration of italian's film heritage. A source close to the Cineteca revealed instead to Domani that the investigation is trying to determine whether the causes of the fire were intentional or not and if the damaged films are the original reels, and not «copies of copies»."

I tried to translate it as good as I could, still, have the original source and some more:

Editoriale Domani:

Repubblica's online articles are always behind a paywall, but it's a major italian newspaper, so I have to include it.

Quotidiano Nazionale (video):

[ducktracy]

Crayon Shin-chan: Great Adventure in Henderland (1996)

Directed by Mitsuru Hongo Written by Mitsuru Hongo and Keiichi Hara Storyboards by Mitsuru Hongo, Keiichi Hara and Masaaki Yuasa

[cliffsideclangen]

[himbocoups]

what a nice day to be DELUSIONAL