#ANYWAY I love yall thank you for indulging my ridiculousness

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House of Cheats/House of Rumors

HOA Rewatch episodes 8/9

I feel so bad for patricia here like damn that’s so scary

and even her mom doesn’t believe her :(((

poor mick, listening to a language is hard :( and jeromes lil smirk u bitch

mara I literally cannot believe someone so smart would do something so stupid and then not even change her handwriting or her answers a lil so it’s not obviously cheating

I already made a wholeass post about this so I’m not gonna get into it but like the thing with joy could’ve been so much better handled

jerome u manipulate lil shit (I love jerome just not until his redemption ark lmao) (it should also be noted he never apologized to alfie and for that he gets minus points but we aren’t there yet lol)

why do they all change clothes so much like that’s so much laundry you’d have to do and I know trudy does most of it but like I’d feel guilty having someone else do my laundry if I went to boarding school itd be uniform to pjs immediately

tell me more jerome must be a dangerous phrase

I stg these kids are like grasping at strings that happen to be the right thread by some crazy coincidence one moment and the next things so wya over their head like the stairs Obviously look like the eye of horus and you should get that bc you stare at both the stairs and your necklace all day

alfie and jerome are so dumb lmao love them 

i might just be a dumbass but I would’ve just taken the phonograph and hid it and then listened to it in their lil wood place away from the house. just put that thing in a duffle bag and say you hitting the gym

the scream of the cylinder is so well timed I would’ve been so freaked out if I was them

also why are they not behind the panel while they’re doing this???

fabian’s favorite insult is witch, patricia’s is weasel

ahhhh Now they’re behind the panel, good work lads

awwww he gives her his jacket how cute

am I the only one that thinks corbierre sounds really creepy

AMBER I LOVE YOU TOU DRAG THEIR ASSES

mick instantly climbing on top fabian wonderful

fabian’s lil nervous hair flip before

“I mean you and me? ridiculous” “yeah no totally” YALL ARE STUPID

winkler: “I love you” mick and fabian, who are standing extremely close: awkward look and step back

and then they can’t even say it to each other ugh it’s funny but it’s toxic masculinity so I won’t indulge

“I would tell you but I’m pretty sure you’ll make something up anyway” iconic, literally the foundation of sibuna’s operating

I feel so bad for patricia she just is really going through it

nina. babe. you really can’t. talk to yourself on the toilet while looking at secret treasure. it can wait.

“I never tell a secret” WHAT ABOUT THIS MORNING BITCH

to be fair tho the only person she ever clued in on was alfie and that was after nina and fabian halfway did it. she was even the most against telling joy, for the reason that other people shouldn’t be in danger, not even her own beef with her.

but we’re not there yet, back on track

lmaoooo I love amber with the garlic and shoes and thinking boy scouts is the bible she’s so iconic, she the favorite character of the week

on the above comes two iconic lines: “I can’t actually run away in them” and the most defeated looking fabian “amber that’s the boy scouts”

can amber teach me how to do hair bc I can’t do it

where’d he get motor oil is there like a general store on campus. idk how boarding schools work but I imagine it’s not accurate bc nina walks to a nursing home like three times a week

also amber babe you can’t be yelling and knocking stuff over. you are being sneaking. dw tho this skill will quickly improve with a lil too much practice

“unlike you ms. millington I was not born yesterday” iconic line, point one victor

“I’m on a fridge raid” another iconic line, instantly steals victors point and adds another giving amber two and victor nill

motherfucker what kinda school let’s a stalker in the house easy like my god even with victor being as paranoid as he is rufus still be creepin like wtf

also what was the point of him staring at her in bed like really rufus???

and we end the episode on yet another traumatic moment for patricia, that’s strike 3

and that is also the last episode on disc one!!! I love this show so much and season one is so iconic. thanks for letting me rant you y’all about the episodes :))

[thefudge]

scattered thoughts on sanditon so far 

this is a fun romp from andrew davies and there’s a lot to like and be invested in

but i do have some observations/ gripes

obviously davies is going for a modern/sexed up adaptation of austen and i have mixed thoughts on that, cuz there’s a lot of interesting stuff you can do with that, but you can also botch it up big time (i’m glad he didn’t do this to p&p back in 1995...i wonder what that adaptation would’ve looked like today. probably full monty darcy, lol). so i think some elements verge on the ridiculous, for instance having almost every dude in this show strip naked in front of a crowded beach several times in a row. ditto for theo james. i don’t mind the view (hehe) but i think it’s inserted awkwardly at times. like okay, we get it, it’s a beach resort and we’re trying to make austen edgy in 2019.... just maybe indulge a little less and literally keep it in your pants. 

this being a more modern adaptation i don’t mind hair and make-up anachronisms, but i DO mind the fact that rose williams sports this really weird shade of fuchsia lipstick in almost every single scene. stop iiiit

speaking of which, rose williams is a cutie and i loved her on reign, but i don’t understand what she’s doing with her face in this series. don’t get me wrong, she does a good job of making charlotte very likable, but the only way she can express...anything, really, is by making these confused faces, like a child practicing frowning in the mirror. it’s...really awkward. and she does this all the time, whether she’s happy or sulky or nervous, she just always looks like she’s trying to figure out the fibonacci sequence.  i mean it’s hilarious when u have theo james going all gruff to her about his feelings and rose williams is that gif of the blond lady doing math in her head. her acting is pretty good otherwise, but those faceeeees.

esther denham is my goddamn FAVE, gosh i love a Disappointed Queen and i’m glad she’s getting away from that boring skeevy brother. for once the incestuous siblings didn’t do it for me at all (which is pretty much the point lol). there’s nary a dude more uninteresting than edward whatshisface, my gaaaawd (also, davies trying to ramp up the sexiness with those scenes of edward brushing her hair or doing her stays...lol, sir, this rly isn’t your strength i’m sorry)

but i have to say that i thought esther and clara would be a thing. because my gosh, the chemistry during their scenes! the way they’d glide past each other with utmost contempt, while being disquieted by each other @___@. i mean it’s an austen adaptation, so i guess they’d never go there but!!! i need fic (would’ve made clara more bearable at least. i appreciate her character objectively cuz she’s an interesting pseudo-antagonist and you don’t get many of those, but blerghh. she was insufferable)

i was kinda (actually very) disappointed that the relationship between sidney and his ward, georgiana, wasn’t really developed. like there’s one more episode to go (as far as i know?) and they’ve barely scratched the surface with them. i mean he’s halfway decent to her now.... but ehh. i feel like this was a missed opportunity. after all, this was austen’s unfinished novel, so andrew davies & co could have added more material between these two. this, to me, should have been the real heart of the series. 

i like otis as a character, but georgiana/otis was zzzzzz. i suppose that they’ll end up together? zzzzzzzzzz (i frankly ship her way more with arthur! she finds him infuriating! he’s a sweetheart! the shenanigans!)

that German doctor is the real MVP, i feel like he should be sanditon’s no. 1 bachelor. i mean the shower rod??? providing pleasure to all the ladies in town, what a hero 

the soundtrack is rly rad! and the cinematography

i love how the show captures austen’s growing interest in the industrialized modern world which was emerging in the twilight years of the regency and i feel like maybe the show should’ve invested more time in that modern aesthetic (steampunk!) rather the awkward sexual shenanigans 

so....i can’t delay the inevitable anymore, can i? sigghh okay here i go

sidney/charlotte...annoys me. 

HEAR ME OUT.

 u know that i love LOVE “enemies to lovers” and hate/love stories, i LIVE FOR THIS SHIT. 

and i was ready to gorge on this dynamic because it looked delish 

 but i felt like michael bluth finding the dead pigeon in the paper bag. 

from what i can gather, sidney is supposed to be a mixture of darcy and capt wentworth, “haughty” and proud, with a history of romantic disappointment, a brooding sexy hero with a heart of gold. but to me this dude just comes off as weird. 

there’s legit no reason for him to be THIS mean to this young girl he just met. he is not just an asshole, he is ridiculously over the top about it, to the point where he makes a fool of himself. i am FINE with a man telling a woman off, believe me, but it has to have some kind of motivation, some kind of reasoning behind it. here, it just feels like the plot needs him to be utterly shitty to charlotte so that “sparks will fly”. that first ep convo on the balcony??? wtf???? it was genuinely bizarre. i got weird incel vibes. and every time he lashes out at charlotte (at least in the first 4 episodes) it’s fucking silly, because it’s not like he lashes out because she’s scratching the surface of his innermost painful memories. no!!! many of their arguments revolve around basic things that he could easily clarify!!! which he does eventually, so like whyyyyyyyyyy. charlotte keeps telling him he’s being vague for no good reason and he still does it. it doesn’t make sense he’d be this guarded and outspoken at the same time. like, fine, keep that shit to yourself, don’t tell ppl, but don’t also get pissed at them when they don’t guess your mind. again, i love an antagonist dynamic when it’s done right, but here many times it’s just pointless bullying, it’s not sexy or fun or challenging. the writers keep making charlotte apologize to him about how “wrong” she got him and how he makes her doubt her judgement but it sounds fake to me. like a) this dude went out of his way to be a total assface to you from day one, b) none of that bullying was him trying to coax you into having a more complicated view of the world. when darcy rebukes elizabeth, he is hinting at her limited point of view. he’s not blatantly negging her or calling her stupid as this dude does. AND U KNO WHAT.

i’d be absolutely fine with him calling her stupid IF IT MADE SENSE WITHIN THE STORY 

like if charlotte had truly done smth stupid during the first episode, sure, fine, it’s somewhat warranted 

but for him to decide she’s an idiot for no other reason than her making some honestly super nice remarks about his brothers when he asked for her opinion is THE HEIGHT OF NONSENSE 

it’s even more nonsense when 2 episodes later he decides maybe she’s not that dumb after all FUCK U MR. EDGELORD

and it makes me pity charlotte cuz she’ll probably marry this dude and have to deal with him in his old age when he’ll be even more insufferable. 

and i totally get the appeal. i do! i mean their scenes are manufactured to make you want more of them, i see the chemistry, it’s there (and we’re already at a point in the series where he’s trying to make amends) but at the same time i’m put off by this dude’s intensity, cuz it’s not the hot kind of intensity...it’s more like he’s a giant dumb baby who breaks things. meh. theo james is very pretty tho, and he is doing the most with his character (that voice def helps!). but i wish this antagonistic relationship had been written better, because it could’ve been glorious

this is why i think sidney/georgiana should’ve been so much more present. just like darcy has his georgiana we need the humanizing element, we need to see more variety from this dude than just “guy who clearly needs anger management classes”. 

i’m pretty sure i’m in the minority or possibly one of two ppl not won over by this romance, and i can’t lie and say i don’t root for them. too much of this show is predicated on their clashes for them not to work it out and get together, but boyyyy do i wish they’d done it a bit better

i almost feel like a reylo anti lol, but at least kylo ren doesn’t neg rey every single time they talk 

also, i go back to rose williams’ faces because they just rly enhance how clumsy this dynamic is. theo james is doing byronic asshole 2.0 and charlotte looks at him like he’s developed a smell lmao. i mean the scene where she catches him naked? she turns around and FROWNS in this rly bizarre way, almost like she noticed a growth on his dick lmao it’s that bad 

anyway i totally get the appeal, but i also know what i want from this kind of dynamic and...this ain’t quite it 

honestly i think i prefer charlotte/cute architect guy whose name i don’t remember right now! 

that being said, my fave moments of this show are the most austen-esque, where ppl don’t take themselves so seriously. i mean the adventures of the perennially-ailing parker siblings (arthur & diana)? deeeelightful. the pineapple scene? glorious

also it makes me sad that sanditon was left unfinished because to see austen tackling georgiana’s character in depth would have been so, so interesting 

in conclusion, the show’s a lot of fun but also frustrating in many ways

i hope davies doesn’t set his eyes on re-adapting p&p or other austen classics because ermmm i know i’m trash but i am kind of tired of these sexed-up “look how scandalous we are behind closed doors” adaptations. you can make the regency era feel modern and relatable without “shocking hand job in the estate park” pls and thank u. sure, the regency era was the inheritor of the sexually relaxed 18th-century, but it wasn’t that relaxed yall. ppl still kept their wits and bonnets about them.

still, i’m glad this show exists and that it tries to take risks, i just wish it took different kinds of risks, if that makes sense. like i am SO bummed i didn’t get into sidney/charlotte, u have no idea 

[50shadesof-kpop]

BANG BANG BANG - PART 3

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: Angst. Smoking.

[A/N] This is the last part I had planned for this mini-series. I hope you guys enjoyed it!! Thank you for all you messages asking for it and all, that’s what motivated me to write it. Please drop by and let me know what you think!! If yall have any suggestions as well… Anyways. You can get to it <3

I shifted and turned, slowly waking up from a profound sleep. Taking a deep breath, I noticed to lingering smell in the room and realized that it was probably the reason I woke up. Smoke filled the room and caused me to cough softly. My eyes felt heavy as they opened, everything blurred around me as I adjusted to the gentle light in my room. I usually turned off all the lights before going to bed and it felt weird having some on. I reached for my phone on the bedside table only to see it display a couple of sns notifications and texts from my sister. Not bothering opening them, I checked the time before setting the phone back on the table. 2:36 AM.

The bed moved slightly under me, and I hesitated to turn around. I did not know what to do, let alone what to say to the man next to me. I didn’t expect him to still be here when I woke up. Not after what had happened last night.

Bobby didn’t say anything when I got out of the shower and neither did I. He just looked up at me intently and watched me move around the room. I slowly paced to my drawer to get a large t-shirt and threw it on. The room was dead silent. I could hear him breathing softly, trying to find the right words I guess. But he said nothing. I walked up to my vanity desk to complete my daily skincare routine, ignoring him completely. I would have usually taken it upon me to break the awkward silence, but right now I didn’t know what to say to Jiwon. And to be honest, I couldn’t care less. I was hurt and tired and frustrated. I was angry at him, but I was also so confused about my own feelings. What was it? Love? It couldn’t be. I couldn’t let myself fall for Bobby. That was exactly why we decided on this no strings attached thing in the first place – so that we wouldn’t get hurt. I knew I needed more than he could give. Exclusivity made me crave attention. I needed time, lots of it, and he could never give me the attention I needed. I knew that before starting this fuck buddy thing with him. Why was I feeling like this, then? I felt crazy for even thinking about him this way.

Despite that, taking good care of my skin made me feel slightly better about myself. I walked to the bedroom door where I had dropped my purse and fished through it to find my phone. A few notifications showed on the lock screen but I discarded them, not wanting to talk to anyone. Still ignoring Bobby, I walked up to my bed and laid down on my back.

He was right there, sitting next to me, and all I wanted was for him to comfort me and hold me tight. I wished he would say he was sorry and that everything was going to be okay. That we were going to be okay. But truth was, there was no ‘we’. It was just me and him, fucking every now and then. I couldn’t have feelings for him and he definitely didn’t have any for me. Still, I wanted to lay on his chest and have him rub my neck and tell me we would be okay.

I scoffed to myself, feeling ridiculous for having those thoughts. I turned my back to him, placed my phone on the bedside table and stared at the window. A few tears rolled onto my pillow as I fell asleep.

When I turned, he was sitting up next to me, still naked, the bedsheets resting on his lap. For some reason, the soft light in the room reflected on every curve of his muscles and it frustrated me. His body looked so strong and defined and, for a split second, I contemplated resting my hand on his toned chest. I wanted to let my fingertips linger on his skin, but stroking his ego was probably not a good idea. Looking up to meet his eyes, I found his head thrown back, eyes closed. Smoked escaped his lips as he exhaled and I wished I could kiss them right then and there. He didn’t seem to notice I was awake, so I indulged in the small pleasure of staring at him. He looked so poised, so calm, but the fact that he was smoking told me otherwise. It was a bad habit of his. In times of stress or frustration, he’d pull out a cigarette or two. Clearly, he was affected by the situation too but I couldn’t tell how much. I felt like I was overreacting over this, so it was probably not that deep for him. How embarrassing was that? I felt so weak for feeling like this while his expressions gave nothing away.

As he took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes slowly opened and he turned to face me. His eyes watched me searchingly, burning through mine, and a cold shiver ran through my body. Every single thought I had at the moment disappeared and I was left trembling under his intense gaze. Fatigue was written across his features, and my heart softened at the sight of his tender look. We stayed like this for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Bobby let the white smoke spill from his lips before licking them, making my stare drift to them. They were plump, wet and inviting, and I unconsciously licked my own.

With one hand, he reached to stroke my cheek carefully. His fingers tickled down to my jaw where he stopped. He held my face as he brought his fingers to his lips once more to inhale, before scooting closer to me and leaning over me. The small pressure he applied on my jaw signaled me to open up slightly and as I did, he sunk over me, our faces inches apart. I reached up to hold his face as well, and he exhaled the smoke against my lips before crashing his mouth against mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, kissing him deeper. I forgot about everything, about pain and confusion, and got lost in his embrace. Bobby moved on top of me and broke the kiss briefly to put the cigarette on the ashtray. He kissed me with all his might and the weight of his body on mine felt so comforting. That was all I had needed – He was all I had craved all night long. He bit and sucked on my bottom lip and pushed against my tongue as I pulled him on me further. The way he kissed me made me feel like we were alone in the world, like he was all I had and I was all he had. Every stroke of my tongue on his lips made me want more of him and he must have felt the same. Reaching for it around his neck, he pinned my right arm on the mattress before sliding his other hand down my body. He squeezed my waist, pressing me into the bed.

I gasped for air when Bobby pulled away from my lips only to attach his teeth to my neck. He left soft, rushed bites along my neck, knowing how much I loved it. When he found my sweet spot, he gently blew warm air on the skin, and I let out a shy moan at the feeling. He licked and sucked on my skin, nuzzling against me. I moved my free hand to his hair, pulling roughly on it but pushing him down on me simultaneously. I wanted him so bad, I craved more than he was giving, more than he could give. I’m sure he felt how desperate I was to have him because his hand slipped between our bodies and between my legs.

He ran his hand firmly up my inner thigh, pushing further apart. Without wasting a moment, his fingers grazed up my slit, spreading my lips and coating his fingers in my juices. My whole body was burning, I could feel heart beating in anticipation as my breathing got heavier by the second. I could tell by the weight of his erection resting on my hip that Jiwon was just as affected as I was. He drove his fingers up and down my core, rubbing against my clit with each stroke as his ministrations got sloppy against my neck.

I let out a strained sigh when he pushed one finger inside me. He thrust it in and out slowly, testing the waters. I grabbed his face with both hands, tilting my head slightly to kiss him. I let my tongue clash against his, sucking and biting at his lips in a frenzied motion. He kissed me back with just as much fervor before pulling out to whisper against my lips.

“Do you want another finger?” He breathed out in a low voice, and I realized he hadn’t said a word to me since yesterday. His silence had made me so frustrated all along and the simple question turned me on on more levels than words could describe. Still holding him close to me, I shook my head to answer to this offer which I would have gladly accepted under any other circumstances. But right now, I couldn’t wait.

“I want you,” I moaned, my voice weak and desperate. “Fuck me.”

As soon as the words got out, I realized my mistake. I expected him to spank me for omitting to say ‘please’, but this wasn’t just any other fuck session we had had. He obliged to my desire without even hesitating. He pulled his hand away and took a second to line himself with me, then he slowly entered me.

He rested his forehead on mine, panting as he pushed further and further inside of me. He stood still when his hips joined mine and I clenched my walls around him, relishing the feeling of having him in me. He groaned as he pulled out only to dive in again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Unlike his careless movements earlier, his thrusts were controlled and directed. As always, he angled his hips, making sure to stroke that sweet, sweet spot inside me.  

When I wrapped my legs around his waist, Bobby let out a deep moan against my lips. The way his nose tickled mine, the sweat trickling between us, the sounds of our bodies connecting… it felt so intimate, like so much more than anything we had shared so far. He did not order me around, he didn’t curse either. He was just moaning and growling in enjoyment as he kept pumping in and out of me. I got lost in the moment and all I could think about was him, how disarming his moans were, and how good he made me feel.

The harder his thrusts got, the closer I got to my release. He moved his head to the crook of my neck and pinned my waist to the mattress with a strong hand, using the other one for leverage, when his hips started pushing against mine in a more erratic fashion. That’s how I knew he was close too. I let go of his shoulders to slide a hand between us in an attempt to rub my clit and bring me over the edge. As soon as he felt me reaching down, he let go of my waist and gently pushed my arm to the side and replaced it with his own. I soon felt his fingers fiddling to find the perfect spot and angle to rub. He drew harsh circles with his fingers as his dick slammed in and out of me unsteadily.

It took only a few more strokes of his length against my g-spot to make me come undone. I dug my fingers in the skin of his back for support as pleasure coursed through my body. With high pitched moans of his name, my legs trembled around Bobby for what felt like an eternity and I savored the high he had denied me earlier that night.  

He kept thrusting shallowly through my clenching walls until his movements came to an abrupt halt, getting him to his own release inside of me. A strangled, barely coherent string of words slipped through his lips.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I thought he mumbled in the crook of my neck but with my orgasm washing over me with every slight move of his body, I couldn’t trust that I had heard that correctly.

Bobby placed a soft kiss on my jaw before collapsing on me in exhaustion. We stayed like this for a while, me holding onto him like I was afraid he might disappear, him hiding in my neck, leaving butterfly kisses every other moment. No one said a word and I felt so peaceful, so comfortable in his embrace. If only this could last…

After some time, I lightly pushed Bobby off of me. Avoiding to look in my eyes, he laid on his side next to me and reached for my hand, motioning me to do the same. I shifted and turned my back to him; he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face in my hair, humming faintly.

I got lost in my thoughts for about an hour. Bobby seemed to have fallen asleep, he hadn’t moved a bit aside from an occasional rub of his nose in my hair. It felt so perfect having him hold me to sleep. I had craved this kind of contact with him for so long, and finally having it only made me crave more. That’s what scared me. That Bobby wouldn’t want that with me, or that he simply wouldn’t give it to me.

“We can’t see each other anymore” I whispered to myself, holding back a sob.

“Why?” My body froze when Jiwon spoke behind me. I thought he would be asleep. I was grateful that our spooning kept him from seeing the tears that rolled into my pillow.

“I’ve fallen for you,” was all I could manage to say, my voice barely audible, and I hoped he hadn’t heard it.

He said nothing, but I was sure he had heard me loud and clear when he pulled me closer to his chest, holding on to me tighter.

When I woke up that next morning, I was alone in my apartment. A note was left by the mirror in my bathroom. It read: I’m sorry.