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[bengiyo]

Century of Love Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Yesterday, we got off to a fantastic start with this show. San is a 120+ year old man whose body hasn’t aged in a century because of a curse that will allow him to reunite with his reincarnated dead love. He has about two months left to find his love before he turns to dust in excruciating agony. He’s been cared for by multiple generations of a family for the last century, and finally found his love. Unfortunately for him, she reincarnated as one of the most beautiful boys ever created, and San has to sort through some of his own drama. San hasn’t known another’s touch in quite a long time, and all he’s felt for a century is excruciating pain at night when the curse forces him to feel every injury he’s ever healed from. We left at San having an erotic dream about Vee.

Not the curse behaving like a chastity belt for a 100 years until he found Vee!!!

I’m so glad Vee’s grandmother didn’t die. I was already getting sad.

I hope this show keeps up the meditation on death and grief since its protagonist is an undead.

Well well well. Our boy Vee is happily bisexual and not one to swoon at a pretty face. I love him. It’s so funny that we ended the last episode on San’s fantasy about Vee instinctively knowing him in comparison.

A pratfall kiss! Where is the Love Stage!! face bleeding scene?

I do like that the people around San tease him about being an old man.

Uh oh. Family problems.

Amazing. Vee is also possibly committing crimes.

Wait, why does he have to turn into a child to regenerate, and when will Offroad interact with this child?

WOW, IMMEDIATELY! THANK YOU, SHOW!

Incredible acting. He carefully sets the child actor down before they use an editing trick for him to kick this child in the chest.

I love the way this young actor is playing San. Good job, everyone.

I appreciate this show taking San’s shirt off in every episode.

Let me tell you a story, “Once upon a time, deep, deep in the jungle, there was the little engine that could…”

I love Vee so much. San is gonna get mad about this, but I’m totally with Vee about life being about the future and not the past. I hope that Vee never remembers anything of Vad’s life.

Who is this guy, and why did he want some of San’s blood? Is he connected to that Lord Trai guy from before? Who is this with the phone??

Listen, nephew, I do not trust you or your information.

They put hands on the family! It’s over for them!!!

Oh, nephew definitely involved in whoever is trying to take the stone.

Well, that confrontation with Vee didn’t go well for San, but he looked good in that outfit. I like that Vee feels like a full person who has had enough with being nice to a rude person.

Who is this old timer who knows about the stone?

This preview makes it feel like it’s going to be a month before San and Vee interact again.

This show has everything. Fantasy, action, comedy, drama, tragedy, child actors getting kicked in the chest, and people even get stabbed with their own knives! I like that Vee isn’t a pushover and is also willing to fight, and I really hope we get to see San and Vee fight together at some point. This was a really fun opening week for this show, and I will be seated for the rest of it. I hope the family continues to give San shit the entire time.

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More film/show quick reviews

I Am Not Okay With This (2020) - ok this is a series but shhhh! I LOVED this. The main girl is SOOO likeable and funny to me. Sad it was cancelled, now I want to read the comic to find out what happens next…

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975) - I did watch this once as a kid, but shh. Very quippy and quotable, I kept thinking of various KH crack videos with dubs from this LOL.

Polar (2019) - More camp than I expected LOL. The vibes between Montana and the rest of the film feel like two different movies. In terms of women roles, it feels uh.. pre-Gamer Gate… CW: long sex scene, fatphobia, torture, and the dog dies…

The Spider Man Trilogy (2002, 2004, 2007) - Okay I actually genuinely love how camp these movies are. Love the camera movement. Still really surprised how good the 2004 film is!

The Irishman (2019) - god this movie was so long and for what! LOL. Fantastic performances though. And I got used to the de-aging VFX, even if they caught me off guard at first. Still, perhaps I wasn't the audience this movie was for because I really felt it was so long...

Venom + Venom Carnage (2018, 2021) - Wow I really just… really do not fucking care for car chase scenes LOL. These movies were alright, but honestly I probably will never watch them again haha. Venom and Eddie were funny! I saw glimpses of the sexuality that all the fans were bonkers about (though it was weaker than I expected based on said fans reactions lmao).

Titan AE (2000) - Very very y2k movie LOL. The rock music is sooo funny and does not fit the sci fi at ALL imo lmao. I do prefer Treasure Planet for Jim and Silver’s relationship, so I wish the emotional relationships were stronger in this movie. But still a fun movie. Stith4Ever. Why was Akima’s skull so fucking long.

The Hunger Games films (2012, 2013, 2014, 2015)- I know that these movies ironically fulfill the very notion I've heard the books were against (making a entertaining spectacle of dark topics, among other things), I do really like them 🙈 My favorite will always be Mocking Jay pt 1 just because I love that underground-jumpsuit aesthetic LOL. Lock me away, boys 🚓🚨

The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) - Okay other than Illumination’s loathsome “Our movies cannot slow down at all even once” problem, this movie was great. They made Mario and Luigi. So. fucking. adorable. And Bowser was great ofc.

American Psycho (2000) - I DO think this is a good film, but I also can’t BELIEVE this satirical doofus is the guy so many men project themselves onto LOL. I wasn’t expecting a theme on conformity, but to me its what makes the movie interesting.

The King's Man (2021) - This delivered what I expected: fun characters, action scenes that are unique and actually interesting, epic music that makes you feel like you’re with old friends. And it delivered what I did not expect: The WEIRDEST erotic scene I have EVER seen LMAO.

Agent Cody Banks (2003) - Saw this so young I don’t really remember it. This movie has a much higher budget than I remember LOL. Not really innovative but it was for kids, and I remember loving it.

Nope (2022) - okay okay I will admit at first I was like “okay how does the monkey connect” but my dumbass didn't realize Jupe had been purposely giving horses to the UFO, so realizing that Jupe tried taming the UFO in the way he thought he tamed the monkey really made me love this film even more. No wonder Jordan Peele's considered the next Steven Spielberg!

Rope (1948) - NGL I was hoping Rupert would go along :/ This would be so fun on see on stage, I enjoyed it!

Psycho (1960) - I enjoyed this too! One scene that will stick with me is the camera shift in Norman and Marion’s conversation when mothers are brought up. Very interesting cinematography there.

Hoodwinked (2005) - l watched this friends lmao; I was very hesitant, but I gotta admit it was funnier than I expected. The various POVs really makes it a unique animated comedy.

Fight Club (1999) - God first 12 minutes of this film I thought I was going fucking crazy! But hey you know I get it now. This is a fun movie. It feels like the opposite reaction to consumerism and conformity than American Psycho’s, an interesting pair of movies.

Three Pines (2022) - Once again, a show not a film, but I really enjoyed this series. Loved the setting, the atmosphere, the characters, the mysteries. Even though its a detective show with murder, I still found it oddly cozy enough to be a comfort show for the future LOL. Maybe it's because Armand is just that likeable!

[tacosandtouchtanks]

Booty and the Beast Prompt Idea

I recently got into Bob’s Burger’s because I sort of kin Tina and now I ship TinaxZeke because I don’t get enough INFPxESTP ships in fiction and I like their dynamic. Anyway basically, my prompt idea is that is takes places after the movie and Tina is finally has some form of relationship with Jimmy Jr. Her fears have come to fruition when Jimmy Jr in real life isn’t bringing as much to the table as she hoped for. Tina begins to notice how supportive Zeke has been to her over the time she’s known him after he helps her work through a less than stellar date with Jimmy Jr. Tina used to find Zeke gross (still somewhat does) and she is still up to her butt with JJu. Yet, the more she spent time with Zeke, the more she noticed that while a troublemaker, was actually a sweet guy.  So to work through her feelings she begins writing her spicy version of movie “Beauty and the Beast” which she retitled, “Booty and the Beast. It would be a mixture of the Disney movie and the original story is Disney movie was based on. Here’s the cast so far. Tina Belcher - Tinelle, the village weirdo that no gets because she writes erotic villager fiction of everyone in town. Gene and Louise Belcer- Tinelle’s greedy siblings, though they still are pretty great siblings even if they have expensive taste. Bob Belcher (or Mr. Fishoeder if you want that live action movie reference) - Bobrice (or Fishrice), the loving father that tries to get everything his kids ask for even though none of them are actually the easiest for him to get. Zeke - The Beast who originally wanted Tina to get rid of the curse but is actually a pretty decent guy and let Tinelle’s family live in his palace while he tries to court Tinelle. The beast gets along with everyone in Tinelle’s family. Linda Belcher - The Singing Rose (there’s a singing rose in the original story) Jimmy Jr - Jimston Jr., Tinelle’s fiancé whose the best dancer in town. Tinelle eagerly agreed to marry him because her family is dirt poor and needs a better place to live, Jimston Jr is hot, and Jimston Jr. is the only one that’s willing to marry her in the poor, provincial town because everyone else thinks she’s a pervy weirdo. The conflict in the story would be Tinelle trying super hard to not see the beast for who he truly is because her heart belongs to Jimston Jr. It doesn’t matter how everyone in her family loves the beast, how supportive/respectful the beast is of Tinelle, or even how she might even realized she might have a furry fetish. None of that matters because her heart belongs to Jimston Jr and the beast will always be the beast inside and out. Knowing that Tinelle wasn’t going to change her mind, the beast gave up his chance of being human again and more importantly, be with with a gal he thought was pretty cool to be where she truly wanted to be. Her family was okay with leaving too because they just wanted Tinelle to be happy just as much as the beast did. Tinelle got what she wanted in the end, but seeing the beast one last time before going to Jimston Jr. she felt melancholy and empty. In real life, Tina stops writing her fanfiction for a little while because it got too real for her and got writer’s block. She didn’t know how she wanted to end her story or what to do in real life anymore. She wishes she could go back to when it was easier and her feelings weren’t all messed up. That’s all I have for the prompt idea so far, so it’s up to you how you want to end it. Though I just recommend you end it how you feel a Bob’s Burgers episode would end it. Just don’t forget to be put some humor in it because I don’t want it all angsty. The show is a comedy after all.

[tipsydipsydo]

➳ his room in the crowded dorm

➳ "That’s right, choke on it."

➳ "I think, my roommate just got back!"

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut (Comedy/Crack)

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Swearing; Ass Cheek - Biting (yeah, I know xD); Oral; gentle Face-Fucking; Gagging; Choking; Deepthroating; Interrupting; fucking shameless and sassy Reader; Namjoon's soul dies 1000+ times out of embarrassment; Yoongi is badass; in general is the end a bit cringyyy 😂🙈

A/N: the title explain what I thought about myself after I finished the writing and re-read it... Why I'm just like this?

I'm sorry anon when it's not your taste 😓😭 Love you!!💖💖

Info: Because it fits better for the story, I changed the second Quote into "I think, the other Members just got back". I hope that's okay🙈

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“Good Morning, Baby! Did you slept well?", asks you Namjoon, who just came back into the room after he took a shower.

"Hey Joonie, yes I slept well but I had this really weird dream-...o-ohhhh."

Your voice stopped abruptly and changes into a soft, longing sigh when you look up from your book and see your boyfriend standing infront of the bed.

Namjoon's back is facing you and stands in front of his closet, he's trying to figure out, want he wants to wear for this day. His Body is covered in nothing more than just a loose towel, that hangs low on his hips and exposes the curve of his ass and the muscles in his shoulders just in the most delicate way possible.

After a few seconds a playful and dirty little smirk manifests on your lips. His sensual appearance only screams at you, to do something naughty with him.

Like a sneaky little tiger, you crawl forward to the end of Namjoon's bed and tug on the hem of the damp towel to reveal your prey.

You purr in satisfaction when you see his slightly muscular, perfect round ass with this flawless soft skin. This erotic sight seduce you to bite him playfully into the right butt cheek before you place right after it a soft kiss on the spot to soothe the pain.

This cheeky action makes him jump in surprise and light pain, let him turn around to you almost automatically. Now you're on the same eye level with his half erected cock, you can't hold back a small giggle when you see how worked up your boyfriend already is.

"Hm, Joonie? Seems like your dick loves my shameless looks and my little bite into your butt... fuck I love it how fast I can turn you on! Well, I think, I'm a loving and caring boyfriend, so I'll help you with your problem~", you wisper and wrap one hand around his cock. Kissing his precum leaking tip before you take his thick length inch for inch deep into your mouth.

A deep groan rises up in Namjoon's chest and is followed by fast, breathy gasps. God, Namjoon loves you're so eager to give him a blowjob. Especially when he knows that you like it a little more rough as well, that deepthroating and choking on this fat cock is one of your favourite activitiy. How you sometimes literally stuff his cock into your mouth until you have to choke on your thick crown. Fuck, you're so damn perfect for him!

"Hmm, fuck yes! That's right, Baby, choke on it. Choke on my fat cock until I mark that sweet mouth of yours with my thick creamy cum. You'll swallow every single drop of my cum, right?", grunts Namjoon, runs his fingers gently through your soft hair and slowly face fucking you.

You don't know why, but it turns you on beyond belief when you're able to bury your nose into his neatly trimmed pubic hair and to inhale his musky scent down here. Fuck you love it to hear his moans and grunts that shows you that he's really struggling not to cum too fast from your master-like work. Your incredible technique makes his head spin even more, he feels it coming-

...until he hears the familiar buzzing sound of the opening dorm door.

"Damnit! I think, the other Members just got back way too early from the Shooting! F-Fuck, Y/N stop! N-No, not more, I-I can't cum now!!", pleads Namjoon with a trembling voice and make a half-hearted attempt to push you away.

But you don't even think about it to stop right now. You didn't make such an amazing job here for nothing and you'll not stop your work until you taste Namjoon's cum in your tongue!

"It's still so dark in here, are Namjoon and Y/N still not up? It's 11 a.m. right now! I'll look after them!", you hear Hoseok's muffled voice in the hallway.

Then should Hobi come in, you couldn't care less. Your one and only goal right now is to get your favourite and well deserved milkshake, only then you'd let Namjoon go.

Just nobody expected to hear such an ear-piercing, high pitched scream from a damn rapper when Hobi opens the door and slams it shut again right after it. Out of reflex, let you slip Namjoon's cock out of your lips to shut your poor ears from the eardrum splitting scream and to turn angry to the door.

Behind the door you hear Jungkook asking Hoseok if he saw a ghost to start screaming like a tail amputated cat.

"I wish, I would be a fucking ghost! Because then I'd be invisible and I would have all goddamn freaking time of the world to deepthroat my boyfriend's cock properly! Oh my fucking God!", you scream in a pretty hoarse voice back before  Hoseok has even the chance to say something.

Namjoon didn't planned that his soul would die today and that the cause of death would be embarrassment.

Now it's Jin's turn to let a traumatized "Oh my Gooood! Too much Information, TMI, TMI!" out. 

Somewhere in there is Taehyung and Hoseok cringing for never wanting to know these kinds of facts while Jungkook and Jimin are laughing their asses off.

And then there is Yoongi, who came really pissed after Hoseok's opera-like performance out of his room, snorts by your sassy response audibliy and answers you chuckling: "I heard you two through the whole apartement and fuck, Namjoon, I've to say that I'm pretty jealous right now! Guys, come on, let's go to the studio. Let Joon getting at least a great blowjob and let Y/N having his needed load of cum. See you later, Joon."

The boys whined or laughed even louder, depends on how they're dealing with this fucked up cringe situation, when they leaved the dorm again.

With a satiesfied smile you return to Namjoon's cock, looking cheekily up to him.

"See, Yoongi understands me! And now, let me get my cum!"

Sometimes Namjoon asks himself what kind of a freaky boyfriend he has. You're just lucky that he loves you above everything else and just let you do your thing now, to pleasure him and satisfy yourself to the very end.

[thegayhimbo]

Jonathan Byers, Sansa Stark and Chandler Bing

Chandler Bing:

Favorite thing about them: His beautiful sarcasm! 😂 In all seriousness, I love how supportive and caring he is as both a friend and a boyfriend. He’s one of the most giving characters on the series!

Least favorite thing about them: When he lies to Joey about anything. Granted, it’s played for comedy, so I don’t dislike him for it, but I do roll my eyes because he has to keep re-learning that Joey gets upset by this.

Favorite Line: “I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!” One of the most relatable lines in the series! 😂

brOTP: Chandler and Joey. J-Man and Chandys as Joey puts it. 😃 This is not only one of my favorite relationships on the show, it’s one of my favorite bromances on TV. These guys have a great dynamic, and their friendship is a joy to watch! 

OTP: Chandler and Monica. These two were perfect for each other, and I loved watching their relationship develop over the course of the show. Mondler 4 Life!

nOTP: Can’t think of any.

Random Headcanon: In his spare time, Chandler’s a writer. Unlike his mother (who writes trashy erotic novels) Chandler writes action thrillers with high-speed car chases.

Unpopular Opinion: I always thought Chandler’s anger at his dad was less about being homophobic and embarrassed by him, and more about being angry that his dad cared more about his sexual escapades than he did about raising his son at the time.

Song I associate with them: “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton. It’s the song that plays when Chandler and Monica are dancing by themselves in the season 6 finale. 

Favorite picture of them:

Sansa Stark:

Favorite thing about them: Her learning how to play the game of thrones. Also, her ability to judge others and peg what kind of person they are.

Least favorite thing about them: Her behavior in both the first book and first season. I get she’s suppose to be young and naïve (she’s 11 in the books I think) but her snobbish and nasty attitude (and her initial fawning over Joffrey) really irritated the crap out of me. 

Favorite line: “I’m a slow learner, it’s true. But I learn.”

brOTP: Sansa and Arya. They make a good team, and I wish they’d been reunited sooner because of that.

OTP: No one from the books. Possibly Sansa and Theon from the show. Part of it has to do with both Sansa and Theon being similar in that they started out haughty and vain, made bad decisions, got a brutal wake-up call about how bad their situation had become, were tortured, used, and abused by psychopaths, had to adopt different identities to survive, and have both raked up a lot of regrets. In other words, they have a good understanding of where the other is coming from. The other part is I liked their scenes together. Two of my favorite moments on the show is when they hug after crossing a frozen river to escape Ramsay’s hounds, and later in season 8 when Theon comes to fight for the Starks and Sansa hugs him. 

nOTP: Joffery, Littlefinger, Sandor, Ramsay, Jon................Basically any guy where there’s either a huge age gap, they’re related by blood, or they’re a bunch of psychopaths who have hurt her in the past.

Random Headcanon: Sansa used to be a lot like Arya where she’d act like a wild child until her mother put an end to that.

Unpopular Opinion: I wasn’t a fan of how the last 2 seasons handled Sansa’s arc. The Littlefinger plot in season 7 is a bone of contention for me because it was suppose to make Sansa and Arya look smart in entrapping Littlefinger, and instead it came off as contrived and incredibly stupid. The writing for that arc was bad.

Song i associate with them: Jenny of Oldstones.

Favorite picture of them:

Jonathan Byers:

Favorite thing about them: His caring/affectionate side with the people he loves. His relationship with his mom, his brotherly relationship with Will, and his romance with Nancy are all heartwarming.

Least favorite thing about them: He can be self-deprecating at times, which is sad.

Favorite line: “You shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re suppose to.” Very relatable, especially since I have to try and remember that advice sometimes!

brOTP: Steve and Jonathan. This is more wish fulfillment at this point because we’ve barely seen Steve and Jonathan interact since season 1, but I’m still holding out hope they can have a friendship/bromance.

OTP: Jonathan and Nancy. Jancy still remains one of my favorite relationships on the show! 🙂

nOTP: Jonathan and Billy. This isn’t as popular as Harringrove, but I do know some fans who ship Billy and Jonathan around the fact they both have abusive dads, and just.................NO! I have no interest in that ship, or anything having to do with Billy. 

Random Headcanon: Jonathan would take Will with him sometimes when he wanted to take pictures outdoors. 

Unpopular Opinion: As much as I like Steve, I don’t begrudge Jonathan for repeatedly punching him after what Steve said about Will. 

Song i associate with them: “Ask the Lonely” by Journey

Favorite picture of them:

[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Considerate (Woozi/Jihoon Lee)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, AU, Supernatural, Suggestive, Slice of Life, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,287 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Woozi ☁

World: Seventeen ☁

Prompt: “Can you move your coffin? It’s not very considerate of you just to leave it here! This is a high traffic area in the house!” from this prompt list.

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You had always been fascinated with the supernatural, always dreaming of vampires and fairies, witches and dragons. Fantasy was your genre – you read it, watched it, played it. Anything you could get your hands on, you collected it. Growing up, you even believed that such creatures truly existed, hidden from humanity. Your parents didn’t approve and shut you down the second you started talking about the supernatural. Because of this, it became your guilty pleasure, hidden from everyone you knew.

While your parents thought you were studying, you were reading fanfiction about vampires, your favorite supernatural creature. Being forced to hide your fascination, you soon became obsessed with the idea of proving to your parents that they did exist.

Rather than attending college, you chose to get a job and focus on researching the supernatural, looking for any clues that hinted at the realism of vampirism. Finally, you found a local bar simply called ‘Darkness’. According to the information about the bar, it was a hangout for vampire fanatics and some even claimed that they had met real vampires there.

Your hopes weren’t high, but you knew that you had to at least check it out. Saturday night, you dressed up in all black and headed out to the bar. It was packed with people dressed in black and red, some wearing contacts and fake vampire teeth. This was the dark side of the vampire community – those that believed they were actual vampires.

You scratched your cheek as you pushed through the crowd, heading for the bar.

The bartender looked up at you with piercing eyes and you felt goosebumps crawling up your skin. It was like he was looking into your soul. He shook his head to get his pink hair out of his eyes before addressing you. “What will you have?” His voice was suave, the words flowing like silk from his pink lips.

Without a second thought, you blurted out, “You.”

He smirked, “Not on the menu.”

You realized what you had said and felt your cheeks grow warm. You cleared your throat, looking away from his gaze. “Do you uh, have Pepsi max?”

“Coming right up,”

When he walked to the other end of the counter, you felt like you could breathe again. How did such a gorgeous person even exist? You didn’t understand. Plus you had made a complete fool out of yourself in front of him.

You felt a body next to you and glanced over, seeing a blonde boy sitting next to you. He was dressed like Dracula, complete with slicked-back hair and fake teeth. He grinned at you, proudly showing off the fake teeth. “Hello, darling~”

Your nose wrinkled – he sounded like a complete sleaze. Still, your parents had always taught you to be polite. “Hello,”

“Do you have a significant other, my darling~?” He tried to purr, but it just sounded like a car engine struggling to start.

“She does,” Came a sharp voice as a glass of soda was set down roughly in front of you. The bartender was glaring at the blonde with such intensity, you thought he might catch on fire. “Get lost, Davius.”

Davius hissed at him, “Mind your own business, Woozi. This has nothing to do with you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Considering she belongs to me, it has everything to do with me.”

Hearing those words fall from his lips made your heart start racing and he snapped his eyes to yours. Could he hear it? Was it really that loud? You swallowed hard, wanting desperately to look away, but his gaze had you trapped.

With a loud huff, the blonde stormed away from the bar.

“You should be careful who you talk to,” He scolded, breaking his gaze to wipe down the bar.

“I was just being nice…” You muttered, sipping the drink.

“These people take ‘being nice’ as consent to get close to you. They’re freaks.”

“If you hate them so much, then why do you work here?”

He hummed, “Who knows.”

“You’re weird,” you blurted out again, tilting your head to the side.

He scoffed in amusement. “Says the person who wanted the bartender they just met.”

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. “Shut up,” was the only comeback you could manage.

He folded his arms on the bar, looking at you curiously. “Why are you in a place like this?”

“I’m looking for a vampire.” You stated, confidently. He didn’t look at you like you were crazy, as so many others had, he just looked curious.

“Do you have a vampire fetish?”

“Wh-What? No! It’s nothing like that!”

“Calm down, I was kidding.” His laughter made you feel dizzy. Why was this guy having such an impact on you?

You pouted, folding your arms over your chest. “I know vampires exist out there somewhere, and I’m going to prove it!”

“To whom?”

“My parents! They always treated me like I was mental just because I believed that the supernatural actually exists. Everyone fears what they don’t understand!”

“If vampires exist, they are dangerous to humans. Is it really so irrational that people fear the thought?”

You gently rubbed the condensation off the glass with your finger. “I feel like vampires would be a lot like humans. There will be some bad eggs that only want to bring chaos, but there will also be those that just want to live their life. If you made me choose between a human or a vampire, I’d choose a vampire hands down.”

His expression did not change, but you could see the surprise lingering in his dark eyes. “You’re quite the strange one, aren’t you?”

“I’m not strange, I’m awesome!” You grinned, making him laugh again. It was intoxicating. If you had to listen to it for the rest of your life, you’d be in heaven.

Over the next four months, you visited that bar every weekend to hang out with Woozi and chat with him while he tended the bar. Davius had tried a few more times to get your attention, but you made it clear that you had no interest in him. Woozi, however, was a completely different story. You wanted to get closer to him, to learn everything about him.

Still, no matter how much you talked, you could feel this wall around him preventing you from getting too close. It was frustrating as hell trying to climb over it only to fall. You felt as if he wasn’t opening up to you at all, meanwhile you were pouring your heart out to him every time you spoke. Were you chasing after someone you had no chance with?

After four months, you decided to make your feelings clear to him and find out if you actually were wasting your time.

You approached the bar, feeling nervous but determined. He smiled at you, “The usual?”

“Actually… can we talk?”

“We talk every day,”

You rolled your eyes. “Can we talk in private?”

His brow furrowed, wondering why your attitude had changed. He nodded his head and motioned for you to follow him into the back of the building. The sound of the booming music could still be heard, but it was stifled by the thick walls.

You fidgeted with your hands, wondering how you should word what you wanted to say.

Sensing your nervousness, he gently took your hands into his. His cold skin felt good against your clammy palms. “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, you looked him dead in the eye. “I like you, Woozi. A lot. But I feel like you don’t feel the same… I want to know how you feel.”

He frowned, gently running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Y/N… I’ll be honest with you because you deserve that much. I love you so much. Seeing you every weekend is the highlight of my week. You’re so beautiful and funny, and I want nothing more than to slam you against this wall and make you mine.”

The confession had you blushing like crazy.

He sighed, pulling you into a tight hug. His face nuzzled into your neck and he inhaled deeply, his voice low and husky. “I’m dangerous, Y/N.”

With your chest pressed against his own, you finally pieced it together, feeling like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. You took a shaky breath, “You’re a vampire.”

His body tensed as he pulled back to look you in the eye. “I am. How many times have I dreamed of throwing you against the bar and drinking from you? Your blood smells heavenly, and I can’t guarantee I can control myself forever.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed out, hands tightening around his shirt.

“What are you saying?” His brow furrowed.

“You can drink from me… if you want.”

“If I get a taste of you, you will be mine for life. Is that really a commitment you’re willing to make?”

You nodded, not even having to consider it. You wanted him, you wanted to spend every day of your life with him.

No longer able to control himself, he tilted your head to the side before sinking his fangs into your flesh. You felt a sharp pain, but it quickly subsided, leaving behind a dull sting. His arms wrapped tight around your body as he drank from you. It was erotic for both of you, making you both moan at the sensations you were experiencing.

Woozi pulled back before he drank too much, licking the blood from his pink lips. The action had you biting your own before he claimed them, kissing you deeply. You both poured out your emotions into the kiss – the love, the want, the longing. You could feel them all so clearly.

He pulled back, his lips ghosting over yours. “You should rest for the rest of the day. I don’t want you fainting.”

You pouted, running your hand through his soft hair. “I’d rather take the chance so I can spend more time with you.”

He chuckled, pecking your forehead. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be seeing me a lot more now.”

You protested, but Woozi wouldn’t budge and you eventually caved, allowing him to walk you home. He made sure that you went to bed before he returned to work. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, his scent still lingering on your clothes.

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The sun streamed through the crack in the curtains and you stirred, yawning loudly as you forced yourself out of the bed, having the strong urge to pee. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you stepped out the bedroom. The bathroom was directly in front of your room so it was easy to get there in your half-asleep state.

At least, it always had been before.

With a squeak, your foot tripped over something hard and you went tumbling forward onto the bathroom tile, groaning in pain as your chin took the brunt of the fall.

You heard shuffling behind you and you looked over your shoulder through watery eyes. You blinked several times, rubbing at your eyes. Were you dreaming?“

Woozi frowned at you, stifling a yawn. “Why are you on the floor, baby?”

“Is that a coffin?!” You cried out, pointing at him accusingly.

“It is,” he looked at you like you were the crazy one. “After all of the vampire legends and lore you’ve studied, you didn’t know that vampires sleep in coffins?”

“Of course I knew that!” You scowled, holding your chin. “But why the hell is it in the hallway in front of the bathroom door?!”

“It’s the only place in your apartment that doesn’t see sunlight.” He answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s not very considerate of you to just leave it here! This is a high traffic area in the apartment!”

He rolled his eyes, “And where do you propose I move it to?”

“I’ll buy some blackout curtains for the bedroom, okay?”

He hummed as he stepped out of the wooden coffin, kneeling down in front of you. While he was examining your red chin, your eyes were straying across his toned body. Why, oh why, did he have to be in a tight t-shirt and boxers?

“Woozi?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Why do your boxers have cartoon bats on them?”

He quickly looked away, covering half his face. If he could blush, he would definitely be as red as a cherry at that moment. He mumbled something, but you couldn’t hear him under his hand so you asked him to repeat himself. “It was a gift from my mother, okay!”

You giggled, “That’s so cute!”

“Vampires are not cute.”

You went to pinch his cheek and he scowled, grabbing your wrist in a strong, yet gentle grasp. As swift as the wind, he had you pinned to the bathroom floor, his eyes clouded as he leaned down.

You breathed in deep when his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I’ll make sure that when you think of me, cute is not the word that comes to mind.” You groaned when his knee found itself between your legs.

“Woozi~” You whined, ruffling his hair. “As hot as this is, I really gotta pee.”

His body started to shake with silent laughter as he rolled off of you. “What a mood killer.”

“I’m sorry, humans can’t control their bladders, sir.” You stood up, shooing him out of the bathroom. “You better move that coffin before I come out!”

He pecked your lips, tugging gently on your bottom lip. “Yes, baby~”

You closed the door, resting your back against it as your hand rested over your racing heart. You had definitely done something right in your life to be this lucky.

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Hey twinnie🌝❤ What shows do you think the KoP guys would watch?

Wassup, Moon Twin?

Ooh, that took me a while to think of, for sure. But, here you go:

1. Taki Kozaki

Of course, Taki would definitely watch shows centered around renovations and complete make-overs of properties, but I’ll be honest, I’m not very knowledgable about those. Also, my guess is that these are some shows he would watch apart from his usual renovation-based shows.

- Blue Bloods

For some reason, I definitely see Taki as the kind of guy who would watch a lot of crime-based series. It seems like something he would be up for. Blue Bloods is a drama about a family in which almost every person is into some field related to crime, like a lawyer, a detective, a police officer, a police commissioner, et cetera. My deduction is that Taki would enjoy this one, because not only does it have a lot of serious plots, logical deductions, and thrilling cases, but it also has it’s fair share of family moments and sweet scenes. I think he would enjoy the blend of the two, for sure.

- Elementary

As I said, I see Taki as the kind of guy who would watch a lot of crime-based series. This one’s a kind of a crime-based thriller. Elementary is its own form of a spinoff of Sherlock Holmes and Watson. It does have a lot of dry humor and a couple of sweet moments of platonic relationships, but overall it’s largely analytical than humorous. Dry comedy and sarcasm is something I feel Taki would enjoy, and this one would give him just that, combined with really good plots, some amazing deductive reasoning, and a great thrill.

- River Monsters

Taki loves animals, for sure. I mean, he has a pet crocodile, so to speak. I wouldn’t put it past him to sit down and enjoy some animal/wildlife documentaries on channels like National Geographic, Discovery, Animal Planet, BBC, et cetera. Although, he would prefer the reptile-based, or crocodile-based, documentaries more since he has always loved reptiles since he was a kid. River monsters would not only look at crocodiles or reptiles, but also at a variety of other animals who are predators at their core, and I feel like Taki would watch some of that stuff.

2. Yosuke Sagara

- Shark Tank

Yosuke is literally an investor. Like, literally. I don’t see a reason why he wouldn’t watch this one. In this show, basically, aspiring entrepreneurs from around the world pitch their business models to a panel of investors and persuade them to invest money in their idea, which I think is something Yosuke would be interested to watch. He’d get new ideas for what kind of projects he’d like to invest his money into, and he’d be able to keep up with the trends; mainly what kind of products would really work well in the market. It’s kind of a win-win for him.

- The Purge

He would, okay? He just would. This one is like, right up his alley. Yosuke seems like the type of guy who might have a little bit of a sadistic streak and would like watching horror/sort-of-gory shows. The Purge is a mix of horror and psychological thriller, and Yosuke’s personality makes me believe he would like those genres, specifically psychological thriller. I can definitely see him smirking to himself as he starts watching another episode of this one, thinking of all the destruction that the people would cause when the sirens go off. I think he would maybe even watch it for the thrill of it if you know what I mean. The adrenaline he gets out of this would definitely be his thing.

- Succession

Again, all for the thrill of it. And, the satire, too. Yosuke has a wicked sense of humor, and I would like to believe that he would enjoy this one. The show is said to by cynical, dark, greedy, but is also a little funny and whimsical at the same time. I honestly think Yosuke would enjoy such a show where practically all characters seem “evil” and rotten to the core, and where the plot is also a slow burn. There seems to be a metaphorical battle occurring in the show, one without any weapons or blood or gore; basically, purely strategized mind games. Succession is also a largely psychological thriller, or “psychologically abusive,” as some might say. Honestly, it does seem like a show that’d be right up Yosuke’s list of “Must Watches”.

3. Kiyohito Shirakami

I do believe Kiyohito wouldn’t watch shows about modeling, in particular. I’m pretty sure Kiyohito would watch shows about health and fitness, and even fashion, but not modeling. As with Taki, I’m not very knowledgable about health and fitness and fashion-based shows, so this list is basically about what I think he would watch apart from them.

- Dexter

The main protagonist of the series is described as someone who is unemotional. Hmm, that reminds me of someone: Kiyohito. I think Kiyohito would have his thrill of watching Dexter, considering this show is called creepy, yet fascinating. Dexter is again a psychological thriller, and something makes me believe that all of the Pandora guys, particularly Yosuke and Kiyohito, would be into psychological thrillers. So, yeah. Dexter would be one series that Kiyohito would start watching just for the heck of it, but then would be gripped in by the drama, the plot and the plot twists. It seems like his kind of show. Welp.

- The Big Bang Theory

This might come out as surprising, but I do believe Kiyohito would watch The Big Bang Theory. Kiyohito is honestly one of the best KoP guys when it comes to being sarcastic and having a dry sense of humor, and that is basically what this show is; dry humor. Kiyohito would watch this to maybe pass the time and have some fun while doing it, but he would definitely crack at least a smile at the most random punchlines of the show. It seems kinda out of character for him, but if you look at Kiyohito’s sense of humor and his personality, I do believe he would have a good time watching this.

- The Exorcist

I wonder why I think Kiyohito would actually be chill with horror stuff? Maybe because he is anyway so indifferent to a lot of things, haha. Kiyohito would be pretty okay with watching horror stuff, and most of his time would be spent on criticizing the actors’ makeup, I believe. I think Kiyohito would start watching this show with nothing really in mind and would end up having a neutral attitude towards it. Though yes, he may or may not use this show to scare Yosuke off when the latter gets too annoying. It’s a win-win.

4. Shun Randoh

Now, Shun being a director himself makes me think he would be pretty choosy about his shows. He would watch shows which have good direction and cinematography, mainly. Although he would watch a few comedies here or there, mostly it would be well-directed shows. Only the best for the brilliant director.

- Game of Thrones

Game of Thrones is known for its cinematography and writing, it’s plots and plot twists, and this is a show that Shun would definitely go for. Apart from the great storyline, I also think of Shun as a guy who would watch fantasy/action-based shows. Shun is also a highly seductive person, and he isn’t afraid to hide his sensuality, which is why I think he would also appreciate the rather erotic scenes of the show too. This show, for him, would be entertainment and professionalism combined in one, in a sense. While he would enjoy the scenes, particularly the erotic or sexual ones, he would also be looking at the show’s script and direction with a keen eye.

- Chernobyl

Again, a show known for its cinematography and storyline. I don’t think Shun would mind watching something on the darker side of the spectrum, and considering how well this show has been taken by the audience and people in general, he would be keen on trying it. The dramatization of the horrors and the domino effect of the incident unfolding one by one would have him on the edge of his seat, waiting for more. He wouldn’t mind watching something which is a historical-drama in my opinion and would actually, genuinely appreciate the level of detail put into this show.

- The Witcher

The Witcher is another show known for its writing and direction. Shun, in my opinion, wouldn’t mind watching some gore and blood and would take a liking to this show. He would particularly appreciate the combat scenes, the sword fights, and the slight touch of magical effects. Apart from that, he would definitely like the writing of the show, considering it is one of the show’s strongest factors. He would appreciate the beauty of this show, and even though he would like Game of Thrones a little better, he still wouldn’t miss out on this one.

Phew. That was a long one. Of course, these shows are just my opinion on what they would watch. But, I hope I met your expectations, nonetheless. Thanks for the ask!

[sereisstuff]

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Otoko Geisha!Park Jimin x chubby reader

Intro - a story about a certain soft Hearten male geisha and a poor broken musician who battle through a journey in which they explore the world through their performances

genres - Slow burn, romance, comedy and angst

(A/N) - I’m really nervous about posting this so some feedback will be nice if you guys can.

!!ENJOY!!

part 2 part 3

(Not proofread)

The rain poured heavily against the mud-coated land, soaking up the earth's power as it relished in the tears of our sky. Everything was silent, too en captured in his silent moves to make even the faintest of noises, gliding across the hardwood floor as his robe flowed behind him like the waves on a calm summer day. He dragged the gaze of every female and male to his own graceful movements.

Jimin was the most voted man of a world full of geisha females and males, everyone loved him even so they loved his movements more. He controlled every movement precisely with a mysterious look gifting only the best with his smile.

He swayed his feet to every beat of the koto, the simplicity of his sways falling effortlessly off his proportioned figure. His movements showcased behind a layer of cloth showing his talents with a shadow.

Men in his field of work were only known to act out skits, erotic skits, and tell jokes while pleasing their guests with sake. But jimin pushed his way to the top gaining the approval of those who enjoyed his line of performance as a male(Otoko) geisha who danced for his watchers. 

Watching him could only come once in a lifetime to many people, to the rich his presence was most known, to the poor he was kind enough to share his gifts with everyone, but as time went on the rich grew hungry and jimin could tell.

No longer feeling the need to perform he bowed carefully to his spectators, widening a gentle smile against his reddened lips, dawning a look of innocence across his features. Many people groaned as the performance came to an end but nonetheless cheered with all they had for the man representing the vanishing world.

The feeble man rushed in hurried steps from the performing stage, the performance was something he itched for. The adrenaline it gifted him with to showcase every single talent he had portraying the gifts he earned, feeling nothing but great when the cheers entered his ears. Being accepted for something he dreamed of doing as a child.

“Once again the beautiful geisha has gifted us with his presence. But sadly everyone’s journey comes to an end, he will no longer be staying here as another trip is heading his way.”The citizens shared a displeased look, wishing for another performance, oh how he wished to crawl back on that stage and perform for all eternity.

Jimin gathered his things from the tent he was placed in for the time being. He noticed a distressed look on his former retired geisha, a woman with integrity who raised him to be as he is now, she was once a special performer known by all of the countries for the sway of her incredible talents.

“It is raining my dear, and our way of going back to our Ryokan is running late” she scattered on her tiny feet, pacing around the small room in frustration the sky hasn’t cleared of it’s dry and the ground wasn’t prepared for walking on. No weather for an Otoko geisha to be running around in.

“It’s okay, I'm just going to look around the streets for a while,” he suggested. his former geisha shoot him a glare but soon softened her facials with ease not being able to resist the man planted in front of her “I expect you back when the streets begin to fill” she said sternly, jimin could only nod in reply smiling brightly with his Crescented eyes. Glancing with a respectful look to the woman who held his umbrella.

“I’ll be back” he reassured the older woman as he rushed out into the candlelit streets. The tears of the sky barely caressed his skin as the woman who stood behind him struggled to keep up with his fast-paced movements.

If she lost him now, nothing will go as planned and she will be returning to one angry woman.

“Jimin, y-y” she barely finished her sentence when she noticed the young man now out of sight. 

Meanwhile, jimin didn’t mind the mud covering the bottom of his black robe wanting more from this world,  being tied down wasn’t one of his many life motto’s, that woman would only tell him what right from wrong, and he didn’t want that.

People's loud chatter filled the empty streets, sake being drunk politely by peers of which jimin once performed in front of. Curling his hands as the harsh cold meet the back of his neck preparing to leave, he couldn’t. no longer wanting anything more in his life than to find the beautiful melodies consuming his attention.

Tones that could make him smile with flashing memories, happy memories.

With every prick you sat amidst your former spectators as they sprung money into the rusted tin you held in front of you, most cowering from your perfect sounds to focus more on the loud gossip, but you. You could only be more engaged with your own koto nailing every single sound that fell into the street.

You held no emotion, controlling the movements of your fingers vigorously, some may even say your talents deserved more than these dirty streets, but how could you when beauty was the main attraction and here your talent was overlooked by your poor appearance.

Your lightweight hat helped to cover your face from any viewers who couldn’t control their creepy smiles, which by the way someone couldn’t control their infatuation with your musical attributes to this city.

“Excuse me” a soft voice called, just a few feet away.

You stopped playing your music first looking at the money and the soft pale hand dropping a few coins in the tin which will keep your life running for a few more days, you followed the hand to see the body attached to it.

strangers no longer cared for your soundless words leaving you and this man” what is your name??” he asked carefully searching for your eyes beneath the hat.”and why would you wanna know”you asked roughly, your voiced parched from the lack of substance and vitamins, when was the last time you ate. You thought Trying to recollect those fading images of the last meal you consumed.

“Well I would like to compliment you, that's all. A woman with a name would be much more appreciated”

You stayed silent wishing for him to leave, the last time you spoke to a man of such beauty your world was thrown away to ashes, but he pushed further not having a sense of giving up” well my name’s jimin, and I would love to say how amazing you played. and was wondering if you would be interested in playing for me” he asked hesitantly, feeling slightly intimidated with your emotionless demeanor.

“And why is that,” you asked not fully understanding his offering.

“I would like to offer you a job as my partner, to spread your musical work with my performances” his palms began to sweat, he wasn’t lying, your melodies en captured his heart caging it with your koto of which he would enjoy hearing every day.

But watching your body language and appearance you could only stare at the coins as the realization hit him” all costs are paid” he impulsively mentioned making you blush in embarrassment.

“What will I gain out of this” you negotiated glaring into his sharp brown eyes, he sucked in a breath, he was shocked for a second gazing into your own, his heart clenched in ecstasy feeling a moment of warmth surrounding him as he never wanted to shift his gaze from those broken eyes.

“Recognition” and that was all you needed pulling out your dirty hand to grip his lightly” my names y/n” you muttered standing up to him, you stood nearly the same height as him letting go of his hand which gripped your own a bit too harshly for your liking.

“Well y- JIMIN” a loud feminine voice interrupted your staring competition, you eyed the woman who made her angry steps louder as she closed in on you both, first giving you an evil look to which you replied the same feeling nothing but petty for the woman who greeted you like that.

“What did I say, you ran off from yuno causing us all in a state of distress.” she voiced her worries as you lowered your hat gathering your things, the deal seemed a bit much anyway.

“You worry too much” he joked as the women continued to helplessly complain.

Jimin pushed the women's opinions from his focus, only watching you gather your things” who’s this” she said under her breath, you didn’t want to spur up any unwanted attention so you quietly tried to leave from the rising tension. But it was too late feeling your wrist get caught up in the hands of another.

“She’s a new recruit” he bent to look at you one last time before smiling at his elder” and a new friend of mine who will be coming with us for the rest of the journey” you tensed at the word friend, he wasn’t someone you would define as a friend. Barely knowing a thing about the male who stood with a face full of makeup resembling the geisha who walked around you.

No, he seemed much more known than someone of the likes of you, and as the thought happened you're taking your wrist out of his pressing your lips in a thin line while greeting his superior.

“I see, you understand the meaning of this right jimin” he nodded in excitement, not understanding the concept of privacy, he gently held your wrist again as the woman eyed you one last time before sighing” I’ll prepare her attire for upcoming shows” she took one last glare at you, making sure you felt the venom in her words hoping they would fall through your broken cracks to hurt your core of living.

This woman hated you for sure.

“And you, I hope your prepared to play that thing of yours in front of the more dominant side of japan. Cause if anything goes wrong it's on you” she growled at you sharply turning her way back to the transport.

The male geisha gave you a comforting squeeze hitting you with words of reassurance“Hey it’s alright, don’t worry. We’re friends now aren’t we, I’ll take care of you”

jimin guided you hand in hand to your transport where a long journey awaits you both.

[missholson]

SHIP HISTORY MEME

Embrace your past and get to know your friends’ fandom origins!

Rules: Post gifs of your fandoms / ships starting with your most current hyperfixation and work backwards. (Bonus points if you share any stories about how or when you got into that ship! But not necessary!!) Then tag anyone whose fandom history you’d like to learn about!

Tagged by the sweet @unwillingadventurer​, thank you girls! <3

Hoffmann & Tennstedt (Das Boot) The baby face & the stone face. :) The biggest reason for this series is my sister, who tried to lure me into the fandom already last summer by showing the first episode. Sadly it was a far too distressing experience. The story is about a WW2 German warfare, so it isn’t very light entertainment for Saturday night. The show seemed like a worth watching production, though, but I doubted if I could ever watch it completely. After visiting Berlin now in February 2020 there was no hesitation anymore. The story focuses on the Nazi German submarine, U-612, and the occupied city of La Rochelle in France. However, not everything is as black and white as one might expect. One of the biggest messages of the show is that war is always brutal, no matter which side you fight. The innocent are always suffering. It also shows how the ideal thoughts of warfare crumble, if it comes at the cost of greed, deception, health or life. There is disagreement among the leaders on boat, too. The new commander, kaleun Klaus Hoffmann, is young and inexperienced but kind-hearted and wise. Next on the scale, IWO Karl Tennstedt, is an experienced sailor and an glory-seeking soldier, who envies Hoffamann's position. He regards Hoffmann as incompetent and a disgrace to Germany. So, there is plenty of tension between these two!

Louis & Philippe (Versailles) I started watching the show sometime in 2015, but found it quite distasteful. It was more brutal than expected, and I was overwhelmed by people's greed and dirty behavior, so I stopped watching after a few episodes. Every now and then I saw pics/gifs on Tumblr, especially of Monsieur and Chevalier, that I finally wanted to give another chance in January 2020.  This time the experience was the opposite, and I got a better grip on the story. I was surprised how little I liked the popular Monchevy pair and, instead, so much the quarreling brothers. I was very moved when they joked with each other and showed brotherly love. In the scenes of conflict, I missed their compassion. I haven't watched the rest of seasons 2-3 yet, so I don't know if they get better. I hope so because together they would be a powerful duo.

Matt & Cherry (Red River) I had recorded Red River (1948) on my set-top box, and the closing date was expiring in December 2018. It was Montgomery Clift’s breakthrough movie, so it was a must see. The movie was a refreshingly different western, where the hero is not a macho cowboy and John Wayne a bad guy for a change. But most of all, I was amazed how Cherry Valance's behavior towards Matt Garth was so heavily double entendre. At first they are presented as challengers and opponents of each other. Slowly Cherry starts to show admiration for Matt, and increasingly talks about his gun. In return, Matt needs Cherry's shooting skills to herd cattle. Eventually they become each other's trusted ones. I always find it fascinating, if tension begins to develop between the opposing characters. If the story has a couple that doesn't change, develope or lacks dynamics, it probably won't arouse interest.

Fritz & Dr. Frankenstein (Frankenstein) I had seen a Tumblr gif of Renfield crawling in Dracula (1931) in August 2018. It was Dwight Frye’s breakthrough role. The movie inspired me to watch other Universal monster movies, of which Frankenstein (1931) became my favorite. The work pair of the story, these two outcasts of society, melted my heart. For unexplained reason they have joined their forces and seem to be working well together. They have a mutual partnership, where they can act naturally without fear. Their work is unique, e.g. digging the graves or snatching hanged bodies, but they treat it like any other dayily job. Somehow, I like this way of approach. Actually I have written about Fritz already earlier, where I take a closer look at their relationship. The text can be read here.

Adrian & Antony (Sebastiane) Well, this couple is a specialty of its own. They are another ones found through Tumblr. I saw a picture of them in June 2018 which led me to watch the film. In terms of story or acting, it's not a very special movie but technically professional level. First of all, it was shot under the blazing Sicilian sun on 35 mm film. The light is a vital factor when using a film camera, so the pictures look very rich. The scenes, where these two are having fun together in slow motion, are breathtaking. I had never seen anything like it before and, in my opinion, stole all the attention of the story since they were just characters in supporting roles. It was like a gay paradise on earth.  Here I realize the importance in the way how the characters are presented. The technical presentation can play a surprisingly huge role when we try to read and understand the characters. It can influence us either to share their thoughts or to move even further away from them. Bonus points I give for Latin, which the entire cast is speaking in the film. I would also like to clarify that this is not a p**n movie or a family movie either. It’s a gay erotic story with some full frontal nudity.

Reinhold & Conrad I’m not sure if this is a ship or fandom, but I feel extreme warmth and joy for this pair (the Berlin trip may have something to do with this). They are also the only people from real life instead of characters. I’d like to share my story about them, unfortunately it's very long (I've never been a fluent writer) but explains my interest in more detail. I got to know Conrad Veidt already in high school at the turn of the millennium, the time before DVDs. Near the school there was a buy-sell-exchange movie shop, where my sister and I visited regularly. Somehow we ended up with the idea that we wanted to see The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920), so we went to the store again. There was no copy, as expected, but the seller said he would keep in mind if one came up. Months passed and after a long break we visited our regular place again. This time, the man had news for us: he had received a copy and kept it in safe for us. We couldn’t believe our eyes and ears. First of all, the kindness of the man made us speechless, and secondly, we never thought we would get our own copy of such popular rarity. At that time movies were not re-released as often as they are today. It was a VHS cassette, bw, not tinted like the original version, and its quality was far from the 4K richness and sharpness. My sister still has the tape and is one of the treasures she will never give away. For years the film was the only Conrad movie we saw, along with Casablanca - until the digital age and the social media arrived. Again I have to thank Tumblr, where I found the actor Anton Walbrook. One of his most famous films, Viktor und Viktoria (1933), is directed by Reinhold Schünzel, whom I knew from Conrad's film Different from the Others (1919). I began to study Reinhold's background more closely in December 2017, and it turned out that he is a forgotten multi-talent in the film industry: He was a versatile performer in comedies and dramas, a prolific director and an idea-rich screenwriter. He had an eye for creating stories that were told in the minds of people in addition to acting and lines. He questioned gender roles and built juicy plot twists around them. He loved theater and was a popular celebrity in 1920’s Germany. He was also a colleague and friend of Conrad. They began their film careers at the same time in Richard Oswald's films, shared the ups and downs, even their wardrobe, and reached fame. Eventually they both had to emigrate from the national socialist Germany, so their paths parted. The following reunions were always a joy, “like the meeting of comrades who fought in many wars together”. Reinhold was supposed to direct Conrad’s first film at MGM in Hollywood, but the plans were changed. They never got to work together since the German years, when Conrad died suddenly. “Part of my life is gone forever”, as Reinhold wrote in his tribute to Connie's death in 1943. He returned to Germany in the end of 1940s and died in Munich in 1954. This is why they are so precious to me and why I find it important to share the memory of these two lifelong friends. The picture is from Eerie Tales (1919), one of their earliest movies together with the director: Reinhold, Richard and Conrad. Reinhold’s full tribute can be read here.

I’m tagging: @wohlbruecks, @perfides-subjekt, @kennyboybarrett, @chapinfan69​, @electricnormanbates​, @ars-historia-est​, @suchamiracle-does-exist​ and anyone who likes to do it. Would you like to share your stories behind your otps? :)

[heatherrosebabcock]

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Set in the mid-1930s, Filthy Sugar tells the story of Wanda Whittle, a nineteen year old dreamer who models fur coats in an uptown department store but who lives in a crowded rooming house with her family in the “slums” behind the city’s marketplace. Bored with the daily grind, Wanda finds inspiration in the celluloid fantasies of the Busby Berkeley musicals, Greta Garbo dramas and Jean Harlow comedies. After a chance encounter with the mysterious Mr. Manchester, proprietor of the Apple Bottom burlesque theatre, Wanda is thrust into a world of glitter and grit, where the guys talk tough and the dames are tough. On her journey from rags to riches and back again, Wanda experiences a sexual awakening and achieves personal independence as she discovers that a girl doesn’t need a lot of sugar to be sensational!

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[donnerpartyofone]

while i’m apparently still in confession mode for some dark reason: 

after i told that awful story yesterday about the degrading one night stand that an older male friend spent a year bullying me into, i started thinking about all the cliches that are sold to us about the sexuality of precocious young women: what it means for us to navigate the devious emotional traps set out by the jealous and covetous world around us. what i mean is, there’s this whole gothic narrative that never stops circulating, involving beautiful, talented, intelligent, sensitive young women who are advanced enough to start exploring their own desires independently, but not experienced enough to identify the (typically) older male predators who hunt them. these men take advantage of their uninformed curiosity, leveraging their prey’s desire to grow up faster in order to control, possess, and abuse them. while this narrative is inherently criminal, society never seems willing to fully denounce it, preferring to preserve its erotic potency for a wide and slavering audience. the iconography of this narrative is mostly derived from Lolita–

[which btw our cultural failure to see that book as anything other than a “love story” is really disturbing and speaks volumes about our willingness to project our grossest ideas wherever we want, even when other interpretations (like “black comedy”) are abundantly available]

–a mature but fragile adolescent with that /special something/ innocently hypnotizes a genteel older man whose sophistication belies his uncontrollable animal desire for her, which is less His Problem than it is a natural response to her beauty and charm; a  forbidden love affair ensues. when i was young, i swallowed this concept hook line and sinker, hoping it would happen to me some day! i hated dumb little boys my own age, and i felt that if some Humbert Humbert type were to flatter me with his highly curated attention, then i would know that i had truly arrived.

“sadly”, i made it through high school and college without ever knowing that validating thrill. i wasted the latter half of my 20s on an abusive relationship with a guy two years younger than me, who often argued that he should be allowed to wreck my life however he wanted because he was “less mature” than i was and deserved more leeway. as i turned 30, i met the extraordinary person i would marry. i felt a profound sense of relief, entering my 30s; i had finished with so many of my old delusions, and the pulverizing pressure to have The Time of Your Life throughout one’s 20s had finally lifted. i looked back on my youth, thinking of it as a period of dreary, pointless misery in which “nothing really happened”, good or bad. but recently, when i started to think about it with greater focus, i realized that some shit really DID happened to me. i had just completely ignored it, because i thought of it as the fruits of my own bad taste. 

throughout junior high, i had a bizarre rapport with a guy in his early 20s–”nothing happened”, as they say, but this guy was sort of a freak and a loner, and i’m probably lucky that there wasn’t a lot of opportunity for something TO happen. then my supposed best friend, jealous of even this non-event in my sad little existence, forced a relationship with a 30 year old man out of nowhere, and competitively abused my ears with a lot of gnarly details about their horrible sex life. then in high school, my first two boyfriends were both pretentious manipulative dickheads in their 20s who really had no business bothering someone who wasn’t old enough to vote. some of my friends suffered from the same problem, though we all just felt like we were becoming independent young women or something. then there’s some other stuff with an older classmate who was abundantly aware of how emotionally unstable i was, and took appalling advantage of that for a long time, and i probably won’t ever be brave enough to talk about it. then in college i briefly “dated” a guy around 50 with whom luckily nothing bad happened before i got rid of him, but like, it really wasn’t cool, looking back–he made me feel incredibly obligated, and as he only informed me mid-stream, he was married with children. then i spent the rest of college getting dragged through the mud by a guy in his 30s who used his professional clout and well-honed manipulative abilities to “take my virginity” (a phrase and concept i hate, but which applies here), which he was very excited about; it would have been best if he had just abandoned me after that, as so many assholes do, because he then cultivated a long tawdry and extremely damaging soap opera between us, the only point of which was to make trouble for his actual girlfriend, who was ALSO much younger than him. and the end of college and slightly after, i developed another intense connection with a man a few decades older, who would never quite initiate a relationship, but who was insidiously manipulative and made me feel terrible when i eventually got a real (age-appropriate) boyfriend, as if i owed him something; i later found out he did the same thing to another girl that i know, who is substantially younger. the terrible one night stand, previously discussed, was just a gross little footnote to this disgusting history…

…but the thing is, i never, at any time, felt like i had taken part in the overheated archetypal drama that society has built up around may-december romances. i didn’t even see myself as a victim of the bad behavior of adults, of people who should and did know better; i just felt separate from the whole thing, even though i had fantasized about it so much as a kid. the thing is, at the same time that the Lolita narrative is inappropriately romanticized, it does provide an opportunity to see the girl as a potential victim, a Little Red Riding Hood who enters a perilous erotic negotiation with a Big Bad Wolf. because i didn’t see myself as the heroine of my own iteration of this overly familiar story, i didn’t recognize the degree to which i’d been exploited by people who knew to use my youth and inexperience against me. i just blamed myself. and the reason for all this is really sad: i simply didn’t feel attractive. in my mind, the vulnerable nymphet was always delicate, doe-like, elegant; clothes hung on her alluring frame in a way that created a dizzying paradox between her youth and her emerging maturity; she could dance, play music, or write touching poetry; she was preternaturally irresistible even to “good men”. she had to be liv tyler in STEALING BEAUTY (*barf*) or some shit; only somebody that compelling could star as the doomed princess in society’s well-loved fairy tale about statutory rape. personally, i perceived myself as ugly, awkward, socially burdensome, and most importantly, the kind of girl who should count herself extremely lucky to be the center of anybody’s attention, even temporarily. because i didn’t see myself as a damsel in distress who deserved protection and sympathy, i failed to spot my own victimization. i thought of my history of increasingly negative and abusive encounters with older men as a matter of bad luck, bad judgment on my own part, and ultimately, “the best i could do” if i wanted any kind of affection. so i guess the irony is that if i had identified myself as a desirable dolores hayes type, then yes, i would have been in serious danger of fetishizing my own mistreatment–but on the other hand, i would have had a more realistic framework for understanding the sinister thing that was happening to me. unfortunately, the other side of the misogyny coin–not the side that turns you into a sex object, but the side that excludes you from feeling sexually worthy at all–prevented me from noticing that that awful Little Red Riding Hood cliche had already happened to me several times over.

tl;dr - when misogyny convinces you that you have nothing to steal, then it’s hard to tell when misogynists are trying to rob you.

it’s funny to start recognizing this only now that i’m approaching 40. i see a lot of young women on tumblr heroically fighting to strike a balance between enjoying their kinks and avoiding the corrupt elements in their communities–all the while trying to stay aware of how their personal history and mental health plays into this drama. some of them are way farther along in that philosophical journey than i was at their age, and i really admire the work they’re doing. i’m writing this more for the ones who don’t even know that they’re already a part of this struggle, because they haven’t learned to see themselves as desirable enough to be included in it. that is to say, i wrote this for myself; but i have a sneaking suspicion that someone else out there needs to hear it, too.

This post brought to you in part by the very beginning of CABIN IN THE WOODS, which, while not a deep film in any way, features a salient moment in which College Girl #1 tries to tell College Girl #2 that the professor who took advantage of her is a scumbag, and College Girl #2 defends him, humbly and maturely replying: “I knew what I was getting into.” The blood freezes in my veins when I think of how many times I said something like this about someone who did not deserve my defense. If you got dicked over, literally and/or figuratively, by someone older, sober-er, and/or more experienced than you, then this is your gentle reminder that you really cannot be accused of knowing what you’re getting into.

[indomitablemegnolia]

He growled, his eyes rolled, I had finally pushed him onto his uncomfortable place; "My imagination, my wants, my needs are simple; I just hunger to be near you. I would love to just sip coffee and kisses for days; make out like mad teenagers; I want nothing from you; all I require from you, all I ask of you, all I want is for this sliver of a moment, a simple time away from time."

He stopped, a look crossed his face as if something inside was daring him to tell the unvarnished truth; I simply waited for that idea that struck so suddenly his jaw dropped as though he had a revelation, he looked away letting out half a chuckle, finally he came to a resolve; "I realize to rip your attention away, to cast these doubts away is to lay it all out; I finally understand it's my turn to lay it all out bare; I have to be as unashamedly honest, to let you know what my imagination screams: I hunger for you," he raised to his knees crawling over my legs, "I need to touch you; I am lost to it," he crawled slowly up my body, "I want you, all of you;" he locked me in place as his arms braced his frame planted on either side of my head; "your eyes, your lips, your mind," he sighed, kissing me soft, "your heart, your body," he nestled himself between my legs, "sensually," he kissed me harder doing things with his tongue that made my breath leave in a moan; "sexually," he ground suggestively against me "I want bury myself so deeply in you;" he stopped looking a little ashamed, he kissed me, holding me close, "I want you, simply as a man wants a woman; simple, no rules, no expectations, no explanations just simple, basically, I am willing to take as much as you are willing to give." He kissed me softly, slowly, undressing my soul; "I ask you in return, why not you? Why me?" I must have given him that look again, he set his jaw, "Seriously darling, why me? How did you find me acceptable?"

"Simple," I rolled to where he had left my journal, he tried to reclaim it from my fingers, I slapped lightly at his hands, pulling it farther away from him when he reached for it I carded through until I found the dress piece; "Read, I knew you, I loved you well before we met." I pushed the look under his nose, he read, his eyes flairing; he looked up. I nodded, "Yup, I wrote of you long before the possibility of you seemed real. Look at the date." I pointed over the cover at the left corner. "Ages ago, fifteen years; back when I had friends and they spoke to me of their wedding plans; a friend was belabouring the cut of the dress, the flavour of the cake, how the brides maids would behave; but always ignoring the fact that her intended was a jerk, who ended up beating her; I wrote that to satisfy my soul; solidly believing that no such human existed; that I was safe; then there was you."

"How, how, I doubt anyone knew me; I didn't even know me, then." I watched him read it again, "I gather you thought these were impossibilities," he rolled to his side as close to me as possible, that long leg laying over mine like a downed tree; he began reading in that dramatic voice; "I was listening a friends diatribe about trying to find the perfect wedding dress… It has to have a bit of this, or an overlay of that. She was fussing and fawning over the bow details when the Person about to stand opposite of her was of inadequate material. So I started mulling over who, if ever anyone, I would stand opposite. I thought I would fuss over the important things.

Accepting NO less than the sum of all of these traits.

I imagine it like walking up to the service counter a lot like a cosmetic counter, kind of playing paper dolls. I would like him have eyes of green and blue; he must be tall like Clint Walker;" he was holding caressing my journal in one hand in the other he began counting the qualities he possessed; "he would speak with a strong Baritone like Marshall Dillon; he would have the sensibilities of Sargent Tyree, 'no ma'am I don't chaw and I don't play cards'; in essence no conformity and no lying;" his leg began caressing and rubbing where our bare skin touched; he looked to me, "I am sure our current understanding does not count in that" he looked into my eyes as I confirmed with a nod, he counted three; "the ideals of Steve Rogers. Boots and Hat would be nice, Cowboy, Mountie, fireman or other.' Hiking boots, I hope, count," he held up five fingers; "He must love dogs, cats, goats and well most animals except killer whales.' I have a dog, don't mind cats, never met a goat and we will come back to the whale thing; 'I’d like a man who can speak at least one computer language and two audible languages.' Check and check." He held up another completed hand of qualities.

"Someone who gets String theory, science jokes, bad puns and delicious entandre." His eyebrow raised deliciously on the last word, understanding what I was inferring. "Who loves all kinds of music, or at least who can stomach my musical schizophrenia, entailing all of, but not limited to: rock, punk, classical, country, especially older country, psychobilly, regae.' Oh, darlin you know I do;" he kissed my cheek; "The ability to laugh at himself is a MUST, laughing at my jokes…. still a maybe, I know they are bad.' You will have to believe me, but yes, I can. 'He has to enjoy singing and dancing, even if done badly.' I am charmed by your sing along and dances actually when it comes to the dances I am more than charmed, it's more of a turn on, and you know I dont hold back that much either; 'I would like a soul who loves whimsy, doing the funny walk up Market Street, singing and walking in the rain and willing to do the insane and comical, including moving every item in the house to center around a new precious gift.' I never thought about it, but I am game to try, 'I would hope he would like to cook; observe good etiquette, open the doors for me;' at all times, 'he should know the ignition timing for a ‘64 Chevy 283.' Not that exact information, but I like to tinker and grease monkey around in cars; 'I hope he would understand me when I tell him that simple things like a french toast breakfast for dinner using almond extract instead of vanilla, washing my hair or checking my engine fluids, means 'I love you' as well as hand written notes, cards made of glitter and cardboard are as romantic as diamonds in the right setting.' Anyone else I would doubt, but you, you are that anomaly."

"'He has to know how to say things that cut through to the heart of the matter, either romantic, apologetic, inspiring,or just truth and mean every word.' I have left the days of part measures behind. 'He has to like pancakes and breakfast for dinner' more of a waffle guy but I do understand, 'and ice cream in the morning. He has to value my thoughts BUT not weigh them too heavily,' you just watched my transition, 'debate especially HEATED debate is fun (and more than a little sexy),' Sounds fun. 'I would love someone who adored words as much as me, I always wondered if it was hoping too largely to hope for someone who could pick up my favorite books and know the passages that strike my very innermost being, maybe read them aloud to me with the longing and emotion I myself read them with,' Oh what a fun game that will be. 'Money wouldn’t hurt but neither is it a must, it is not important to me, neither are looks, according to most I do have an odd taste in beauty anyways.' Odd taste? I must probe that later, 'Most of all He has to take me as I am because I can’t change myself for anyone else. I was 12 the one time I tried to be someone else, I have never wanted to be anyone other than what life has shaped me into. He has to appreciate my laughing snort, my funny ugly toes, and the fact that I will laugh when he trips or falls, stubs a toe, or any other slapstick comedy-esque routine injury that doesn’t involve blood…He has to find my oddities, eccentricities and idiosyncrasies, the fact i wear oversized thermals as my sexy night clothes, t-shirt and ripped sweats, flirty dresses and sparkle jeans as sexy as fishnets and a bustier…. But most of all He has to laugh with me, love me even when he’s mad at me and not mind a lot of residual radiation…. Until then I don’t care to even think about bows, bustles, frocks or hoops, I want a hero, anything less would be completely inacceptable and uncivilized' god I love how you laid it all out exactly like playing paper dolls."

He kissed me long and deep, "So, you think I stack up pretty nicely do you? The ideals of Steve Rogers and the voice of Clint Walker. So, you like cowboy shows?" I nodded, "eyes of green and blue, so, then k mmm I assume for you this has been oddly easy for you?"

"Not in the least, I have to trust in hope, and we are not on speaking terms, I had to trust that you were not some figment, some dream, I had to trust in the universe; just this once. Too often, especially of late, hope has dangled dreams just beyond my fingertips simply to pull them away, just as I almost touched..." I sighed, still mourning the loss of my last dream; "so, when you appeared I assumed this was another hard lesson to be learned. You made that easier by being you." I pulled him down to me kissing him sweetly.

He sighed, finishing reading, "Damn darling. I am stunned. How did I make it easier by being myself?" His eyes got glossy and he drifted away.

"The cupcake, I didn't even think you were truly real until you did the most thoughtful thing I had ever seen personally." I kissed him sensually with a subtle roll of my hips; I pressed hard to him, it was his turn to let loose such an erotic sound, half moan, half growl. He pressed me hard down feasting on my soul. He almost let himself run with the moment; he slowed fingers soft, lips cajoling; slowly he edged to a stop, pulling away.

"Where did you go?"

His music changed again, Billie Holiday singing kiss me once, god, his smile, "I imagine recapturing that first kiss, no stumbled step just a surrender; you naturally, fiendishly moving against me; god, that first kiss we shared, the laugh, it wrecked me." He tucked my hair back behind my ears, I cuddled my cheek into his palm. "I want to see in your eyes, when that simple truth, that in this give and take, that you give yourself to me freely, that you take equally greedily; not because you have to, or because I asked you, but because you want it too. I want that mad passionate love. Mostly, I want you, any way you will give, the only way I get you."

He pressed me back into the bank of pillows, "Now, of course, for such a gem, I offer all that I am," I moaned as I felt his weight settle into my body. "I offer you freedom; a pure and total freedom; freedom from the drudgery of that other everyday life." He laced his fingers through mine, kissing each fingertip. "I offer freedom as an abstract ideal. I can't offer a freedom from pain." He ran his hands delicatly over my body, lingering in places "I offer you a freedom from responsibility, from guilt, from regret; momentarily a freedom from sadness. I offer you moments of pleasure, moments to be happy. Oh, I can offer you pleasure likes of which you have never known."

I rolled my eyes closed, pleasure already making my soul free. "No, please, don't close your eyes;" my eyes snapped open, "I need you to look at me." I let a slow breath out, "I want to see the realization in your eyes that I am offering you my love." Slipping along the deep V in the robes neck, his skilled hands teased my flesh, his deft tongue pulled my eyes. I felt so very alive, his fingers moving at a slow, a tantalizing pace, pressing the edges of the robe out, exposing more of my flesh; I was already drowning in lust and need; his eyes holding me captive. "Ah there it is, all of me is what I offer you, all of you is all I ask of you."

I had been so lost in this feeling I had forgotten to be self conscious, I notice finally, his fingers caressing some of my scars, angry red welts I have never let anyone see. I stopped breathing but then I saw his motion, his revrence, "Gods, you see them and you are not revolted?"

He shook his head, then I watched his lips caress the welt that transacted my sternum. "Nope, not even a little. All of you, it's all I ask of you."

"Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life." God, did he, the man's kisses were amazing I felt his hands his tongue, both working in unison; I gravitate toward him, longing for, wanting to use my hands in such a delicious spell; thirsty for more contact. My awe apparent in my voice, as he pulled away, almost a whisper, "wow," I smiled. He was magnificent.

"Well, my sweet you never really defined, 'really, very good,' for me..." he kissed me almost in passing, "maybe we can work that out together." He kissed me, soft, asking, "or you tell me your favourite food."

"Chinese." I giggled,

He laughed, oh, that gorgeous marvel of deliciousness, pulling me to my feet, starting a sweet waltz, "I do love a good chinese dinner," he danced me in a soft circle, he buried his nose in my neck kissing at first; his tongue lightly licking, "I want you, I need you in the purest ways, the longing in my bones howls to be near you, to be with you;" he pulled me closer his hands, his lips, his tongue becoming more insistant; my arms slid along his wide shoulders caressing his neck my fingers playing with the soft curls there, he started with soft bites. I gripped the robes lapels, "I want bring all of your senses alive;" his hands began to move over the thick terry cloth, soft, looping circles he traced in the opposite direction of his tongue; pulling him closer, I let out a breathy sigh. My breath hitched, I slid my hands under his robe, sliding along his silky skin; "tell me sweetheart, total honesty, tell me how you feel about what I said."

"Hmmm, nerves, I never knew I had, are all on fire; I am lost on this ocean adrift on sensuality and revrence; I want more, to be honest no one has ever told anything like the intoxicating words the dreams you have been laying at my feet; like Yeats; I feel as if this is not one of those times hope isn't playing me for a fool. I am no longer unsure, afraid; we are alive in a way that I have never experienced; alive, I am having trouble making up my mind which I want the most; I crave your words, but that sweet haunting revrence of your touch," his hands moved with more intent, beginning to grip pulling the robe, holding me close, his lips with intention, I moaned unashamedly, living in the friction of his fingers using the terry cloth to excite, "mmm, the trailing fluidity of your hands creating punctuation for your crafted sentences, natural aphrodisiacs. Oh, those words followed by the delicious brush of your hands; oh, feeling, that feeling." Duet of the flowers started as if by Devine intention; "Apt moment for this particular aria, the quiet end of one flower, my fears, and the resurgence of beauty in this; these moments."

Kissing me breathless he bent me back taking advantage of the parting robe, his lips feasting along the edges of the terry cloth; I sighed, I bucked, I strained backwards, shuddering gasps escaped. "I love how you react instantly, honestly, you senses on edge, your shiver at my voice, your bend to my touch."

His revrent hand glided up my neck, dipping his thumb between my lips; words were pulled from me; "The way your touch softly glides, fingertips delicately trace the furrows, the hollows for those words to sweetly flow." I licked his digets, caressing the pads with my tongue; "the texture of those large, luscious, calloused hands, each of your fingers touched with just the perfect roughness; each finger pressed softly, trailing against my aching, hungry skin. The gentle veracity, the keening desire, your lingering breath weaves our tale." As I spoke I have been licking and kissing his glorious chest running my hands fore the skin of his shoulders.

His hands traced soft but insistently along my body over the robe; his lips sweetly asking for more. "Oh, sweet darling, please believe me your words flow so deliciously, just keep talking and I promise I will only follow your lead."

His sweet asking pushed me to a bold move; I traced my hands from his chest to his abdomin, his delicious breath hitched then shuddered his hands stilled; "Your kisses craft slowly flowing paragraphs; long languorous passages; savory, sensuous stanzas of will and want;" I found his sash and pulled it slowly, determined, it came loose, his robe falling open; he half moaned, half sighed in relief; my hands grew bolder at his reaction, my eyes skimming along, what can only qualify as the most beautiful specimen of human male I had ever seen, complete with perfectly bleached white jockey shorts, "the hushed whispers of the soul allows the movement of our bodies to create the chapters of our own perfectly written novel. Your eyes spoke to me of the extent of your will, I am shaken;" his hands now bold, reciprocated, pulling my sash, my robe fell open, I shivered, my soul had been standing here naked for a while, finally phisically I matched, dropping my arms letting it slide from my body; the steps to our dance had turned to soft swaying; he pressed our bodies close. His breath sucked in through his teeth, mine left in a gust of a sigh; "though, I confess not disappointed." He hooked his foot behind my knee and pushed; with a squeal I landed on the soft duvet, his weight delightfully covering me. I giggled.

"For long moments there, I could not speak," his lips soft on mine, his words an echo of my soul, "the fate of the world could have hung in the balance of my one uttered syllable and I would have been unable to even whisper acknowledgment." His hands revrently sliding mine gripping along his warm delicious frame; "I wish I could say sorry for falling over you, but you are just so delicious, this communication, so honest like blatant souls." I giggled as his fingers tickled, turning quickly to a hiss of air between my teeth, his lips caressing the scars lacing my abdomen, shocking myself I didn't try to push him away, instead I continued letting my lips kiss every piece of skin it found. "The more I get, I just want even more; tell me more, please, just keep talking."

I licked my hungry lips, surreptitiously making sure they had not fallen off completely. His glorious mouth drifting revrently over my scars, resting and reveling in my hungry skin; the things he was doing his hands, lips and tongue were deliciously driving me wild, he wasn't kidding about waking every one of my senses, "Oh, I watched as your eyes spoke, I was drowning in those green seas of desire; now, hearts, souls slowly burn. Gods, now I admit freely, it is you that I want; it has always ever been you, believe it always will be you." I gathered his robe pushing down his shoulders, running my fingers light over his soft skin, letting my nails lightly trail, his growl played across my skin. "In fact, I will fan the flames, I want to let them burn, right through my skin, right through the heart of me. I want to burn in this sunspot moment."

Our eyes locked, the look in those fathom deep depths stilled my breath; will and want and something more simmered deeply; he pulled me close, our bodies pressing sliding conforming to eachother; his mouth moved along my sholder, his tongue tracing lightly the length, gripping softly pushing my face to the left; his lips taking full advantage of the opened space. Legs winding, my hands growing even bolder, gripping his bum, his fingers danced across my skin, they flitted, butterfly soft over my breasts; I arched off of the bed, my breath shuddering; I clutched at his shoulders; we melt together, like two links remembered and fused again together; "we thirst, hunger, want, need, crave … lust. How wonderful to be alive." I kept the words from flowing, but how will hurt when we are through?"

He slowed, pulling lightly away, as if reading my mind, "No one knows the if's, when's, or how's, we should just bask in the is;" his breath coming in deep billowing pants; keeping in complete contact; "I need to know how far I should go."

Panting, I try to quip, "I dont know, how far do you think you can make it in this storm?"

He laughed, delicious feeling rushing over my senses, my bare skin. "You know exactly what I mean, do we, you and I, go all the way, no regrets; we will just fall asleep together when the night is burnt and tired, and I want, I want, I want... you, I have wanted you, I want to finish this day feeling your pulse pressed against mine just so we know we are both alive, in this beautiful second. I want… I” he took a breath; "but to hell with what I want, if you wish we can just sip coffee and kisses, until the storm is past."

I took a deep breath, and willed myself to answer with every ounce of sexuality I had, in a very Lauren Bacall style; I angled my head seductively, stretching an arm over my head saying rather with a bored tone, "Here I thought my laying naked and panting in your arms would have been a clear indication." I yawned, "Take me to bed or lose me forever." God his laugh, "I want it all, if we were at a restaurant I would be ordering the lobster with out checking the price, or even looking at the chicken." I ebbed away losing steam, I wound up to let loose one of my nervous, inane topic traversing tirade.

He pressed his finger to my lips, "Shhh, yes, I know you are nervous, but seriously listen. You hold the power, be that hurricane you showed me, that amazon queen."

He nuzzled and kissed my neck sending delicious butterflies dancing through me. I hummed a solitary note of praise, "Gods, the way you see me, I. .." I trailed off as he worked deliciously on the sensitive nerves where shoulder meets neck, I went slack, I clung to him.

@iamhisgloriouspurpose this is the continuation to the last part.

@keeper0fthestars. @pedeka @writernotwaiting

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[shipsrulemylife]

Jily Fic Rec

Surprise, surprise. Guess who’s back with another fic rec!

It’s Jily this time because who doesn’t love a good enemies to friends to lovers trope?

EDIT: apparently the links only work if you click on the read more??? why is tumblr so weird

Key Limes by cgner [Rated T]

In which Academy Award winner Lily Evans discovers the periphery of internet fandom and the mysteries of Prince James’s gold star system.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7402624

Mother Deer by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Euphemia Potter is the unequivocal boss of everyone, including and most especially her son, and if the sweet, bright-eyed redhead who frequents her coffee shop doesn't know that yet, she's about to find out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13594827

Polyjuiced by ladyoftheknightley [Rated T]

A very pregnant Lily invites the Marauders round to help her entertain James. Somehow, this degenerates into 4 Jameses wandering around her living room, with her having to guess which is her actual husband or (horror of horrors) lose a bet against Sirius Black.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10101206/1/Polyjuiced

Salmon Fishing in the Olympics by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU: When Lily Evans seeks assistance from James Potter to avoid the attentions of a suitor who just won't take no for an answer, she accidentally lands them both on the front page of every gossip magazine in Britain. She should have thought about that before pretending to be the girlfriend of a famous athlete.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11393601

Cat in a Fifth Floor Flat by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU. When Remus Lupin moves out and Lily Evans moves in, James Potter finds himself instantly drawn to his beautiful new neighbour. Little does he know that a mysterious force of nature is secretly pulling the strings.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10610682

The Yeast I Can Do by elanev91 [Rated T]

Dr Lily Evans had an absolute shit day at work. Luckily, there's a bakery nearby that offers a course that she hopes will take her mind off of things.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11677191

Try, Trial, and Try Again by BeeDaily [Rated G]

Spell engineering has never been so complicated than when an afternoon of trying and trialing leaves James and Lily in an interesting position.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12404292

Supermarket Sweep by GhostofBambi [Rated T]

Modern Era AU: James Potter can find anything he needs in his local supermarket - bread, milk, the woman of his dreams - they've got it all.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11608353

we could be gigantic by elanev91 [Rated T]

Lily and James have been best friends since they were kids. Uni, a band, a trip abroad, a few tours and a couple of albums later, things start to change. Half an email fic, half a regular ol' narrative.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13926795

Swipe Right, Swing Left by ShadowRose997 [Rated T]

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work. James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16743499

Erotic Porridge by elanev91 [Rated T]

Euphemia Potter thinks her doctor needs to go on a date with her son. This story is so named because I saw it somewhere, could not stop laughing, and my best friend professor-riddikulus hates it so much that I just had to. This story has nothing, literally nothing, to do with porridge. (I really should give my stories better names) - Muggle AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10475154/chapters/23112117

Elevator Love Song by BeeDaily [Rated T]

James unexpectedly finds himself trapped in a dodgy apartment elevator with Lily Evans.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13814355

Motionless by lovesickjily [Rated T]

James Potter always had thought that he was the only person in the world who had the power to stop time, but somehow, just the sight of Lily Evans makes every second feel like an hour.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16720791

Pickup Limes by elanev91 [Rated G]

Lily loves to blow off steam in Waitrose. Tonight, she spots an unbelievably gorgeous man in the bakery. Modern AU, Muggle AU, Grocery Store AU (still def not a thing)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11603553

Orange Cardamom by ShadowRose997 [Rated T]

James may not believe in love at first sight, but he's beginning to think there may be some merit in love at first sip.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16412123

Too Fic Too Furious by elanev91 [Rated T]

The M25 needs to undergo massive emergency repairs and the entire motorway has been shut down for, well, probably the rest of eternity. Lily Evans was foolish enough to think she could make it through before the traffic properly started. She's absolutely dying of boredom when she spots the guy in the car opposite.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14990837

you exist behind my eyelids by lovesickjily [Rated T]

How could they be in love with someone whose existence was only known because they frequented each other's dreams?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15861750

the one with the white suit and the red beanie by Apalapucian [Not Rated]

james agrees(?) to be a model for lily's photography class project, and jeanne, james, and lily all fall one way or another in the duration of it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16018502

Wishing you all a Good Evening by thejilyship [Rated T]

Lily Evans is a news anchor for her college news station and James Potter is a football star who has gained quite a bit of local notoriety. Lily's not impressed by him and his arrogance, but James is quite impressed with everything Lily does. After the blunder that was their first meeting, James is determined to change her mind and she's determined not to let him. College!AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15408027/chapters/35760174

So Just Act Like You Love Me by twilightstargazer [Rated T]

Lily was looking forward to a nice, quiet Christmas by herself. Instead she's heading back home for her sister's engagement party with a fake boyfriend in tow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11616078

the one with the storm and all the texting by Apalapucian [Not Rated]

James and Lily get stuck in a coffee shop during a storm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16044326

Unexpected Perks by thejilyship [Rated T]

James and Lily meet in an airport after missing their flights, though by the end of the day, it all sort of seems like fate.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15368979

Sing A Reckless Serenade by twilightstargazer [Rated T]

“What kind of work thing?” James asks, warily. Lily takes a breath. It seemed like a brilliant idea last night, when she was more than three drinks under, but now in the light of day it just seems… pathetic. Still though, she needs help, and needs it soon, so she finds herself blurting out: “I need you to fake date me for a week.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9794741

Dr. Jones and the Witch by jamespotterthefirst [Not Rated]

Who is the stranger Lily drunkenly met at a party? And why can't she stop texting him?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16477184

no matter what (i love you) by softjily [Rated G]

When Lily’s aunt Rose introduced her to a scrawny twitchy eleven year old boy with frantic hair and glasses that were too big for his face, she certainly didn’t think she’d spend the next seventeen years beside him." Or, the VirtueMoir AU no one asked for.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16216460/chapters/37903337

Have a Biscuit by PetalsToFish [Rated G]

No matter how many biscuits it took, Minerva was too invested in James Potter's relationship with Lily Evans to tell him that he needed to stop eating all her biscuits.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16301453

The Engagement by itsa_bee [Not Rated]

Lily and Marlene decide to go wedding dress shopping, even though neither of them are even in a relationship much less engaged. One thing leads to another, James Potter enters the scene, some fake dating ensues, and then they eat an engagement cake!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15728991

Sixty-Nine, Nice by a_collection_of_nonsense [Rated T]

In which James Potter and Lily Evans are in a math course together and have absolutely no chill.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15663510

#Jily by Chie (Chierafied) [Rated G]

Twitter seemed awash with the hashtag Jily. Lily blinked at in confusion, until she realised it was one of those silly couple monikers people had bestowed on her and Potter. …Though there was a small dissenting crowd following a tweet from Potter’s bandmate Sirius Black: Jily? Hah! More like LAMES.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7292149

victorem by gryffindormischief [Rated T]

When God closes a door, sometimes you have to jump out a window.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14134368

Cheers to That by wotcherpotter [Rated G]

Breakout star James Potter has seen success on the new hit comedy Have You Ever, and has been nominated for his first BAFTA. Upon the announcement he receives congratulations aplenty online, including from fellow actor and long time crush Lily Evans.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12185553

follow your heart gently; by lilevans [Rated G]

social media au + “after lily spotted james on campus, she posted a video to her university’s campus story, telling james: ‘To the cute guy wearing the blue jersey in the university’s snapchat story, I’m seriously in love with you. find me.’ a modern day cat and mouse game ensues with the whole campus urging romeo and juliet to meet because oMG its love at first sight!!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12130413

Questions and Answers by lizardcookie [Rated T]

The simple question of whether or not they're dating doesn't exactly have a simple answer. Seventh Year Jily.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7723105

Upside Down by Bob_The_Other_Zombie [Rated G]

Lily’s pop star career seems to be hitting a rut, until her publicity team comes up with the perfect plan- a fake relationship with James Potter, frontman of the hot new boyband The Marauders. Lily’s less than enthused- last time she and James were in the same room together, there was vomit involved, all over her nicest pair of shoes. After a few dates, however, lines begin to blur, and suddenly things between them don’t seem to be just PR anymore...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7500300

Sweet Tooth by mylifeissocoollike [Rated T]

Lily and James were best friends growing up, but when he moved away and they drifted apart they thought that would be the end of their friendship. But fate has a funny way of working out, and Lily can’t keep herself away from the brownies in the grocery store.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7301335

Lilium Regale by jewishwondergirl [Rated G]

Flowershop!AU. Lily works in a flower shop, and every Friday James comes in to buy flowers. For this prompt: "you keep buying a bunch of flowers so i think i have no chance but it turns out theyre for ur mum" Written (early) for Jily Trope Fest! Nothing but fluff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7065067

The Benefits of Recklessness by madnessandbrilliance [Rated T]

Some people really were lucky they had good medical insurance. A Jily AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6779974

Darkest Night by thelittlegreennotebook [Rated G]

"It’s a tiny place, warm and welcoming with soft light and softer croissants. A place so small that if you happened to, say, run into the bloke you had been hell-bent on avoiding—well, there would be no avoiding about it." The third and last in a series of Jily college AUs for the November Fanfiction Challenge.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2563049/chapters/5699597

Happy reading!

[oysters-aint-for-me]

2, 14 and 23 for the ask thing woo

uuugh i meant to post this forever ago but i never did sorry! this is from a sunny ask meme from like a week ago lol

2. Talk about an episode you like that people don’t talk about/seem to dislike. 

Hmm maybe dennis reynolds: an erotic life? idk if people dislike it, but i don’t hear ppl talk about it too much. i recently rewatched it and like, the big picture of the episode is admittedly not the best. it’s just a little disjointed, doesn’t quite fit together well. when there are two or three plots going on in a sunny episode, they’re usually somewhat thematically related, but they aren’t in this episode so the whole thing feels kind of clunky. BUT on a micro level, this episode is fucking hilarious. mac in a bald cap. mr. bovine joni. sinbad and rob thomas. sinbad going “sing a song! shut up!” dennis lighting a bunch of candles to read his erotic memoirs to mac and frank. mac making friends with a guy who got the wrong number. dee and charlie trying to do standup comedy. frank and charlie’s hallway at night. “i hope he’s wearing something windbreaker.” mac slapping frank’s bald head. 

14. What season 14 info/bts stuff has made you go the most wild?

i think the bed pic was the worst because i wasn’t expecting it. it was like THE FIRST DAY of shooting. before that, i didn’t have hopes for any significant mac/dennis interaction this season at all, because i hate getting my hopes up and don’t handle disappointment well, and then FUCKING ROB posted that BULLSHIT on THE FIRST DAY OF SHOOTING. i was NOT prepared and im still mad abt it lmao and am still trying to chain my hopes to the ground

23. Do you have a favorite movie?

i don’t, not really. i have trouble watching movies. i can watch several episodes of a tv show in one sitting but for some reason a movie is so much harder for me to pay attention to and to want to watch. idk. that might be weird haha

[okimargarvez]

COOL IN THE POOL

Original title: Cool in the pool.

Prompt: cool, swimming, jealousy.

Warning: none.

Genre: comedy, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot, part 13 of 365 pills of Garvez canon life.

Legend: 💑😘.

Song mentioned: none.

  GARVEZ STORIES

COOL IN THE POOL

There are still some things that Luke doesn’t understand about Penelope; for example, why she wants to go to the pool so much if she has never learned to swim. Of course, here the surface is completely transparent and the water is up to her neck at most, however... It still hasn’t sense. Naturally, for the occasion she decided to wear the sexiest costume she has: purple with lilac stripes, a cross in the upper part that is more highlighted, while the lower half is simpler but not less provocative. And he, just as obviously, can only find himself with the pair of tightest shorts he has. Quantico, big problems are expected.

-I can't reach, Pen. Why Cinthya and you come here every weekend, if neither one of you can swim?- he tries again, trying to keep up with her. She is strangely in a hurry, walking as if her life depended on it. And she doesn’t wear her usual glasses but daily contact lenses.

She raises a hand to silence him and she crosses the threshold, immediately lighting up with joy. -There!- she exclaims, talking to herself. He reaches her.

-What?- but then he understands where his girlfriend's gaze is headed. A dark-haired man, his hair lighter than his, smooth and short, his body dry, his eyes green, his t-shirt and his costume red. The lifeguard. And he understands that the right question would be who she was looking for and not what. -Penelope!- he tries to use a reproachful tone.

-What ?- she stops staring at the man and spreads their towel on the grass, in the second row. In a moment she make the sundress disappear and puts on the obligatory swim cap. -Oh, yes, it would definitely be worth drowning.- she comments, still as if she was not conscious of the person next to her. She even bites her lips and passes her tongue over it. Gladly Luke would crushed her against the lawn to refresh her memory.

-Penelope, do you realize what you're saying?- it's easy for him to undress and wears the cap. He realizes that some girls, some a little too young, seem to show interest to him, and wink. Maybe they believe that the blonde is just his friend, his step sister... and the lifeguard might also think it. It is necessary to remedy immediately.

-Luke!- she squeaks, but half of the man's name is absorbed by his mouth pressed against hers greedily. -What are you doing?- from the corner of the eye he sees the girls shake their heads. The message has arrived to someone. Luke shrugs.

-Kiss my girlfriend. What's wrong?- he enjoys her annoyed expression. After a moment Penelope starts to enter the pool. He follows her and looks at her body as white as milk diving into the limpid surface. Why does every image with her as protagonist immediately become erotic in his mind? She shudders as her nipples stiffen. -Cold?- he asks, appearing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Action with double effect: cover a clear "problem", but at the same time increase and preserve its hardness. She also seems to have noticed it.

-Uh, Alvez, you seem to me pretty hot...- he plunges, hoping that cold water can calm his hot spirits. He smiles at the implicit praise. -But you're not the only one, today.- she stares at the lifeguard again, and Luke wonders what he has more than him, what attracts her so much. He hears a feeling he is not particularly used to, combined with another sensation, far more familiar. Competitive spirit.

-You're really bad, Pen.- he tells her, before starting to get serious. She watches him swim, the muscular arms perform a series of strokes until he reaches the opposite side of the pool, just where the cute lifeguard is sitting. She chuckles, considering his reaction. When she moves her gaze again in the last point where she had seen him, she can no longer find him. The obligation of the swim cap makes everyone more anonymous. Maybe it's the one next to the edge or...

-Ah!- she feels dragging down, pulled by her legs. The panic immediately seizes her, and it doesn’t even leave her when she recognizes her assailant. She opens her eyes underwater and they re-emerge together. She hardly catches her breath. -Are you crazy?- perhaps she hasn’t talked to him enough about her fear of drowning.

-It was just a joke, baby. And maybe a little bit a revenge.- he says quietly.

-Revenge for what? You don’t like not being the only cool guy in the situation, eh?- she exclaims, recovering confidence now that her feet are anchored to the bottom again. -I thought that thanks to Morgan you were prepared at this moment.- they move in a quieter corner.

-Morgan is another thing. I resigned myself to the fact that you look at him as statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder, but I didn’t think that... that I would have to deal with others Morgan.- he seems extremely insecure and this warms her. -I know that it is not something that is realistically possible, but I would like to be the only man who makes you dizzy.- he raises his eyes until he meets the female ones.

-Hey, honey, maybe you'll never be the only man I consider attractive, but think about this: you're the only one who can see me naked, or just wake up, with hair messed up, the only one for which I overcame my fear of cohabitation, the only one in whose arms I can fall asleep.- Luke shakes his head, feeling stupid. -It's comforting to know that even those like you can have inferiority conflicts.- she teases him.

-I didn’t feel inferior to that one.- he notice that he is looking at them, or maybe he is staring at Penelope. -I have something that he can’t even dream of.- he approaches her, who seems to ask him in silence what he is referring to. -You, you silly.- he smears a kiss on her lips and she can’t help but kisses him back.

-What are you doing? You will traumatize the children!- they both laugh, embracing each other.

-Just marking my territory.- she opens her eyes wide and then submerges him with splashes. -You want in on this?- she nods, before fleeing backwards, until she notices that she no longer touches and is forced to end up directly in his arms, like a fish fallen into a net. -It wasn’t so difficult. You wave the white flag?- she is clearly annoyed, but also amused.

-We transfer the battle in another territory and we are going to see who is whining the surrender.- she answers proudly. Luke takes a last look at the lifeguard and then nods. He raises Penelope in his arms, in the style of the newlyweds, and deposits her on their towel. She rolls her eyes. -Do you always has to show how strong and macho you are?- he laughs, frees his hair from the cap and with a quick gesture even those of his partner.

-You are fucking sexy, Pen.- he snarls, covering himself just in time with the towel.

-Mmm, you're okay, too.- she looks first at the man with the red shorts and then her own boyfriend. -Ok, definitely cool, but I don’t want you to flatter yourself, Newbie.- she understands instantly that she made an unforgivable mistake. -Luke!-

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