#I'm going to re-watch all the episodes tonight

[respectthepetty]

When Sei’s voice broke on Hagiwara’s shoulder thats when I knew he was more in love, deeper in it than perhaps even Hagiwara himself.

I have watched the fifth episode four times, and I'm probably going to watch it at least a million more times before Thursday, yet I'm still so happy each time I watch it that it's a kiss that is Sei's undoing.

He was being cold and matter-of-fact previous to this, and even when Hagiwara held him with all his emotions on display after asking him not to leave, Sei didn't move.

But once Hagiwara started kissing his neck, Sei actually seemed shocked that Hagiwara was kissing him again.

They didn't kiss on the lips during sex, but Hagiwara kissed him on his neck though.

And it's that teeny tiny reminder of affection that makes Sei unravel. He finally surrenders and presses his face into Hagiwara's shoulder as he breaks down and asks "What now?" because what does he do now that he knows something better is out there? What does he do now that he has had sex with a man who has a girlfriend who he planned to marry? What does he do now that he has fallen in love?!

The plan was to keep this a secret and not destroy their lives. The plan was to have sex and move on.

BUT THEY ARE ALREADY IN LOVE!

So Sei is begging for an answer to what they should do now that they both know what they are feeling and want more.

And Hagiwara, the beautiful man that he is, only has one response.

TO FUCKING KISS SEI ON THE LIPS!

And only AFTER he softly kisses Sei does Hagiwara confess that they must be crazy for wanting more.

And even though Sei agrees, he doesn't move away.

SO HAGIWARA KISSES HIM HARDER!

And Sei is the happiest he has been!

The damn kisses are what cause Sei to come apart. The kisses make him finally react to Hagiwara's touch each time. The kisses are what make him cry into Hagiwara's shoulder. The kisses are what make him happy! So he knows exactly how Hagiwara feels because he feels it too!

And let the record show that Sei NEVER said he didn't feel the same way. He reminded Hagiwara of their agreement. He told Hagiwara to calm down. But he never once said he didn't feel the same.

So Sei better turn around and tell my boy that he doesn't love him and the soft way he kisses him.

He better look my boy in the eyes when he tells him they should go their separate ways.

Sei better face my boy when he decides to lie to him!

[parfaitblogs]

daylight ❀ s. reid x reader

in which communicating with your boyfriend is scary, and spencer reid can't stand to see you cry.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comfort/fluff! tags: reader avoids her issues... for a little bit. that's kind of it. it's just fluffy and simple! word count: 1.5k a/n: something short & sweet because i thought it was cute and i write the most when i'm procrastinating assignments... um… inspired by a conversation sam willow and i were having a few nights ago🫂 reminder that pretty girls cry when they’re confronting somebody!!

Spencer Reid was not oblivious to all things in the world. In fact, he was rather perceptive compared to most people. Psychology degree and human behaviour-based job aside, he noticed things. 

A lot of it was good. He knew exactly how to wake you up on mornings he started earlier than you. How to keep you half-asleep enough to allow you your return to sleep, but also awake enough to ensure you'd remember him kissing you goodbye (there had been an argument a few months ago about it — you thought he had left without a word). He knew your go-to Thai order from the restaurant down the street, and he knew which pair of wooden chopsticks your favourite were to pull out of his kitchen drawers. 

He was also observant enough to know something was wrong. 

He was back from a case. A long one, that had worn him down enough that he felt like a pile of creaking bones when he re-entered his apartment earlier that afternoon. You had returned from your own job an hour after that, and despite the initial excitement that came from your boyfriend being back in the state again, you were a bundle of nerves. 

And he knew that.

You were on his couch, legs across his lap and back up against the arm, his hands resting comfortable in the dip between your two knees. There was a quiet episode of New Girl playing on the television (you had convinced him to watch it after he had sat you through every Star Trek movie), but your thoughts were anywhere but the sitcom you had been using to entertain yourself as of recent. 

"You've been awfully quiet," Spencer said, piercing the less than comfortable air settled around you two. 

"Sorry," you answered, tearing your gaze from the screen to look at him, meeting a worried expression you had somewhat expected. 

Hands ran up and down your legs, erupting goosebumps along the skin. "Is something wrong?" 

"No," you immediately shook your head and forced a smile onto your face. "Nothing's wrong."

He furrowed his eyebrows, lips parting in that confused look he always had on his face when he was thinking, and he stared at you for a few seconds longer, before, "Yes there is."

Profilers. "Seriously, Spence. There isn't. I'm just kind of tired tonight."

"I am as well," he said, hands stilling on your legs rather abruptly. "I was in Idaho for a week. I'm also exhausted. And usually my girlfriend is a little touchier and more talkative than this when I come home. So I'm assuming something's wrong."

"You're assuming incorrectly, then," your shoulders shrugged.

He said your name chidingly, and it was at that tone of voice that you retracted your legs from his lap, instead tucking your feet beneath yourself, gaze dropping to the couch cushion. 

"I just missed you," you told him, a slight stretch of the truth. 

"I missed you too," he said, and your shoulders softened. "But that's not all it is."

You blinked, before you fell silent, shaking your head instead. 

"Talk to me. What's happened?" his voice was achingly soft, your heart shattering in your chest to the point you wanted to take back every thought you'd had over the past week and burn them to ashes. They didn't mean much now in front of him. Not when he was reminding you of how kind he was. 

"You barely talked to me," you said, hands dropping to your lap, and you fidgeted with them under his gaze. "I never knew what was going on. You didn't call once, except for when you landed."

"I was really busy, honey," he answered, and you could hear the frown in his voice. "If I had time to do anything other than the case and sleep, you know I'd have talked to you more." 

"I know," your voice shook, and you could feel your emotions overriding your brain. As usual. So, you kept your head down. "But I would've liked you to tell me that, at least."

You heard him sigh, and curiosity got the best of you as you lifted your gaze, inspecting to see if he was sighing out of irritation or not. He wasn't — just exhaustion — and that made you feel a little better.

"I know for next time then," he said, and he met your eyes, which had watered since the last time he looked at you. Which wasn't very long ago, and so he was drawing his eyebrows together, again, confusedly. "What's that? What's wrong?"

On instinct he leaned forwards, and you let him shift his body closer to yours, hands coming up on either side of your neck. You sniffled, trying to suck the tears threatening to fall back into your eye sockets. 

"I can't communicate," you mumbled, quietly, a tear escaping and dripping down to the lower half of your cheek. 

"You communicated pretty well just then, angel," he said, voice soft as he caught the remainder of the tear and swiped it away with his thumb. 

"Yeah but—but now I'm crying," you moaned, pathetically, more tears slipping down your face. His lips twitched — though not in humour, you noted — as he adjusted his hands to your jaw, thumbs continuing to wipe falling tears. 

"Yeah. That's okay," he answered. "You've got a flood of hormones going through you right now, and so your body reacts to it in the best way it sees fit. In your case, it's tears."

"I hate it," you mumbled, and this time he did laugh a little, nodding his head. 

"I know," he said. "Are you feeling embarrassed about communicating with me?"

"I guess," you replied. "I don't know. I think I just..." you trailed off as your voice disappeared, breath beginning to hyperventilate acutely. "I—I just feel kind of sil—silly."

You cursed each sob that broke up your speech, and yet his gaze and focus on you never once wavered. In fact, his touch seemingly had grown softer, and the concern in his eyes had only grown. 

"You aren't silly," he said, once he was sure you weren't going to continue speaking. "If me not talking to you for a week upset you, I'd say that's pretty reasonable."

"I don't know..."

"Want a secret?" he asked, fingers poking into your cheeks enough for you to crack a small smile. You only nodded your head in response, chest still jolting with each sharp intake of breath. "I have to physically restrain myself from calling you every hour on a normal day."

"You're lying," you mumbled, and his smile only widened, a bashful laugh leaving his lips. 

"No, honestly. I have so much I want to talk to you about during the day, and I need to remind myself that you're busy and at work too."

A few uncontrollable tears dripped down your face, and your gaze dropped to the top of his shirt, though the smile never left your face. "I don't believe you."

"I wish you would, but that's okay," he said, evidently seeing right through your defying statement — you believed him a little.

His forefinger and thumb caught your chin, and he tilted your head back up so his eyes could meet your glassy ones. 

"I'm sorry," you murmured, before he could get a word in.

"For what?"

"Crying."

"Do you take in anything I say to you?" he chastised, though the smile on his face eliminated any fear of him being genuinely irritated, and so your shoulders simply shrugged. 

"Sometimes," you said, and his eyebrows shot up. 

"Sometimes?" he repeated back to you, and you had to bite your lip to keep the amused expression off your face. He was smiling back at you, before his face settled into something more serious, as he continued, "I don't mind you crying, angel. It breaks my heart to see it, but I'm not sitting here and judging you for it. You know that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he finalised with a short nod, and you sniffled with a nod of your own. 

"I mean, technically, crying is good," you said, tongue poking between your teeth as you forced back a smile. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Releases endorphins and oxytocin."

He huffed a single laugh through his nose, nodding his head. "Yes. It does."

"I know things," you grinned. 

"You do," he agreed with a nod. "My smart girl."

"Yeah. Don't ever forget it."

"I could never," he replied, and a comfortable silence enveloped your two bodies, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

"Can you tell me about Idaho?" you finally asked him.

"You really want to know?" 

You nodded your head, and he sighed, but complied regardless. And you eventually found your head in his lap, staring up at him as one hand danced gently over the skin of your slightly exposed stomach, the other entangled in your hair, brushing through it. 

And he told you about the case he had been away on — it became glaringly obvious behind why he hadn't called or messaged you at all — and consequently eased any other remaining worries behind it.

And it dried your tears up.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[cherrybr4t]

mingyu and ab riding? God everytime I come back to the CK shoot another part of me diesss

no bc ure so real for this anon.. i stand and stare in awe every time i walk past calvin klein. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

mingyu and ab riding (+18, mdni)

WARNINGS: idol bf!mingyu (calvin klein mingyu) & non idol gf!reader, riding on mingyu's abs., praise (f rec), not much warnings tbh but! enjoy <3

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it's no secret that your boyfriend is a total gym rat, and he takes absolute pride in maintaining his physique. you get reminded of it time after time - be it him walking around with just his sweats, or when he steps out of the shower with the towel barely hanging on his hips.

and tonight, you gawk at your boyfriend mid-netflix-watching when he steps into the bedroom with just his calvin klein boxers. he dries his hair with a towel and you salivate as you observe how his muscles tense with every moment he makes.

"god, is this the episode where yang leaves seattle?" he hops into bed; to be specific — on top of you, while you're on your belly re-watching grey's anatomy.

"i can't breathe gyu," you choke out as you feel yourself deflating into the mattress the longer your giant puppy of a boyfriend is perched on your back.

he rolls off to the side, sending you accusatory comments that you've just called him fat and that you don't love him anymore. to which you giggle and roll your eyes.

"dramatic much? sometimes you're like a fully grown dog who still thinks they're a puppy. you're not a lap dog gyu,"

he props his elbow up, turns to his side as his head leans on his hand — "nope, i refuse. i am your lap puppy,"

you get distracted once again by mingyu and the way his chest muscles tense and the way his abs contract while giggling.

"baby, why are you acting as if it's the first time you've seen me shirtless," mingyu smirks as he noticed how spaced out you've become, with your eyes darting around frantically his frame.

"are you ovulating?"

you snap out of it and smack him lightly on his chest.

"ow, i'm just asking.. based on my calendar and memory though, it does seem like it's about time,"

you drag a sigh out, fingers drawing out random figures on his abs.

"just amazed. how do you look exactly like all your pictorials — especially the calvin klein ones,"

mingyu giggles, little canines poking out while getting shy, "well, just giving you more bragging rights to all your friends baby,"

"yeah, cause it's all mine right? only i get to see and touch you for myself," you boldly brush your hands all over your boyfriends body, silently claiming the man as yours and only yours.

mingyu grabs your wrist halfway and pulls you in closer, "yeah baby, all yours to touch and play with, wanna see what else these muscles of mine can do?"

you giggle and nod as you look at your boyfriend through your lashes, the sultry atmosphere of the room seeping in.

he lies flat on his back and has you sat right on top of hips.

"remove your pants for me baby, and don't forget your panties too,"

you cock your head to the side, not sure what your boyfriend has up his sleeve but you abide by his instructions nonetheless. wiggling out of your night shorts and panties, you prop yourself up, straddled on your boyfriend's hips again.

"sit on my abs baby," you move up closer, bare cunt in contact with his defined muscles. he twitches the moment he feels your cunt already seeping juices onto his stomach.

"good girl, now make yourself cum with my abs," he crosses his arms behind his head, completely relaxed as he watches you intently; with a small smirk on that smug face of his.

"gotta mark your territory right baby? come on, you're not going anywhere til you've came on my abs,"

your cheeks radiate a certain tint of red as you feel both your cunt and and face getting warmer. you steady your thighs, before starting to move up and down the hard and textured abdominal muscles of your boyfriend.

"that's it, fuck baby you're fucking drenched," he peeks at his stomach, only to find his muscles glistening with all your juices.

you whimper, feeling encouraged by mingyu and his filthy words towards you. you were determined to paint every crevice of his muscles in your juices, your cum.

"f-feels good gyu," you balance yourself by grabbing onto his chest, allowing yourself to grind down on his abs with more pressure and at a quicker pace.

"yeah baby? you're doing so well, so desperate to cum for me aren't you," he groans and you feel his hard on start to poke at you from behind through his boxers.

you nod so fervently, feeling the pressure and ball constrict in your lower abdomen, like a tightening coil that's threatening to break loose any moment soon.

"i'm so close gyu — fuck, please please," your voice starts to crack as you feel yourself inching closer and closer towards that euphoric moment.

he reaches a hand towards you, creeping underneath your nightie to tug at your nipples. he plays with the soft fat around, before focusing on playing with your perked up and sensitive nipples.

"come on baby, give it to me — need to feel you cum all over me,"

"that's it baby i can tell you're right there, cum for me,"

with a few more encouragements from mingyu, you feel the knot start to unravel as you jerk uncontrollably on top of your boyfriend, breaking out in a string of moans that crescendoed, and shouting out your boyfriends name in cries.

you feel your boyfriend tense up under you, "so good - fuck baby, fuuuuuckkk" you feel a warm sensation through the stretch of his boxers.

as you came down from your high, you realised that you made your boyfriend come untouched.

"gyu did you...?"

"fuck...yeah baby... couldn't help it. you looked so fucking hot getting off like that right on top of me i-"

"shh shh" you smile, heart beaming with pride before leaning down on his chest.

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a/n: soo.. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME ! but i'm sorta back. and with my current mingyu obsession, this ask couldn't have came at a better time! i hope you like it dear anon,, <3 muacks!!

[samuraiko]

CR's BEACON and a bit about it

So of course I had to get in on this because I'm all for discounts and early access and NOT giving money to Twitch and YT if I can help it.

And yes, the site is getting SLAMMED at the moment, but I've now managed to get in, and it's working great.

Couple notes:

If you have the same email address for the CR shop and for Beacon, once your Beacon account is created, it auto-applies the discount to the shop. You will see the price crossed out and a discounted price next to the item (limitations do apply, they go over that).

I gather there is some wonkiness going on with the Discord, so I'd suggest waiting a day or so on that one.

Cooldown (the immediate after-show filming) IS WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD. Listening to them conspiracy theorizing and Matt answering a couple things (or in more cases, "You don't know!") is just great to watch.

Yes, there is subtitles/captioning, and it looks like it's done by the same folks they have doing the main eps.

Re-Slayer's Take is *NOT* the main cast -- it is run and played by other people. I gather this is in a similar vein to Midst, but them allowing other groups to "play" in Exandria. It is also all-ages-friendly.

There is an app in the Apple store and Android store -- IT IS CALLED POCKET BEACON. HOW FUNNY IS THAT?!

http://beacon.tv

UPDATE: I've seen a couple of Twitter posts about the app possibly being geolocked -- cannot confirm or deny as I live in the United States and thus cannot check (and am reluctant to dick around with my phone).

UPDATE: Someone brought up in the replies that captioning/subtitling is not yet on everything, and in a couple cases, it's a bit wonky. Again, hopefully to be straightened out sooner than later.

UPDATE: Someone else in the replies wondered about whether coming in on a live broadcast late means you can still start from the beginning or not.. IF SOMEONE CAN CONFIRM OR DENY THIS WITH TONIGHT'S BROADCAST, DROP ME AN ASK AND LEMME KNOW, PLEASE!

I'll add more to this post as I encounter things!

STILL MORE UPDATES!

you can join late and start at the beginning, it looks like they upload the whole episode rather than doing a live broadcast.

however, it DOES NOT have subtitles, though the speed and quality can be adjusted.

there is also no break material, just a quick fade in and fade out.

also no ads

AND STILL MORE UPDATES!

In a rare non-Apple access win, can confirm that Pocket Beacon does not appear to be geolocked for Android, at least here in Australia!

EVEN MORE UPDATES!

Re: captioning, 4-Sided Dive does not appear to be captioned/subtitled (yet).

THE UPDATES KEEP ON COMING!

The Android version does appear to support Chromecast

[live-laugh-lenney]

omg i’ve just had the sweetest thought😭

arthurtv letting his gf sit on his lap during their streams together and just playing video games together and being all cute

please, this is adorable! i think i have a small blurb on here somewhere that has a really small scene where she goes and sits on his lap during a filming session...

newbie.

that's what her friends called her whenever they were on a stream on discord during a gaming session. even though she'd been streaming and gaming for a few months now, and knew the ropes on when the best time was to stream for her followers and what games they would enjoy seeing her play, the nickname stuck.

before she met arthur, she worked a normal 9-5 job in a local shop that was a short walk away from her london flat, getting up early in the mornings with a routine planned out for her entire day. but the more and more she was seen in arthur's videos and the more she was featured in his vlogs and the more she appeared on their friends' youtube channels, the more people wanted to see her doing her own thing.

so she took up streaming, where she held gaming nights with the two arthur's and george and chris and where she held nights where she would just waffle about her life to the camera, just to get a feel for it. to see whether she enjoyed it. to see whether it took off or whether it wasn't worth the hassle in changing to her career. coming home after a busy day at work, having dinner, before she disappeared to sit in front of her computer for a couple of hours.

george let the nickname slip.

once.

during a game of fortnite because it was a game highly requested by her followers to play in a squad match with her friends - to the point where she would even venture out of her circle and play with some of her followers who requested a chance to be in her team. and she was terrible at it; she claimed any form of shooting game or games that required skill were never her forte and that she was simply doing it for the entertainment factor as people loved to see them all in a joking manner with banter being thrown around.

and it stuck.

she couldn't shake it off, months later. not that she minded, at all. she found it quite endearing and sweet how she was loved and welcomed into arthur's circle with wide-open arms by his best friends, like she'd always been a part of something special, as if she'd known them her whole life. because the last thing she ever wanted was to be placed as an outsider by his friends, know as just 'arthur's girlfriend' who led her own life and never involved herself as a part of their group or was never included in their plans.

they loved her, and respected her, and that was all that mattered.

and they'd been her biggest supporters from the moment she chose to make streaming and content creation her new career path. they were with her the moment she quit her job, they helped her to create her own gaming setup in her spare room, and they gave her tips and pointers on making videos and editing, giving her as much help as they possibly could to kickstart her new start. and she was incredibly thankful for all of them.

there was something she loved about making money off of having fun with her friends, her boyfriend and her followers. and, as time passed, she felt lucky to have been given the platform she had been given and never took it for granted.

"i'm going to save the last two episodes of this story for the stream tomorrow," yn says to the camera propped up before her, suddenly feeling the hefty weight of the headphones sitting upon her head and she could feel her ears getting hot from the padding, "i think we did good tonight, we completed almost all of it in two hours."

she watched arthur play a couple of episodes of lego star wars on a stream, not too long before, and she found something therapeutic about re-completing a game that she had already played before. how she used to love playing it when she was younger and that it was something nostalgic for her... so she'd asked him to show her how to stream herself playing it which he had no issue with doing.

"i can smell dinner, i think arthur's cooked for me," yn grins at her screen's monitor, her belly rumbling from the wafting scent of some form of seasoned meat in the air, "he's a cutie. in case you haven't realised, this isn't my usual setup."

she took a look behind her and, if people were clever enough, they'd see arthur's setup just behind her in his own spare room.

"arthur created a little space for me in his office so we can game and film videos together sometimes," she grins widely, reading all of the sweet comments that came through on the screen; some vibing with her and how cute arthur could be to others sending in games for them to play together, "he said he had a surprise for me when i came over tonight and he showed me this. i could have cried on the spot."

her eyes glazed over the comments, flowing in constantly, and it was hard for her to keep track of what people were saying.

"maybe we'll do a little setup tour for my youtube," she suggests and shrugs at the camera with a nonchalant grin on her lips, "maybe it'll be with you guys in the next couple of days. maybe not. you'll just have to wait and see."

she closed the game from her monitor and let a blank screen fill the space, her own face appearing in the bottom corner as she prepared to close down the stream for the night.

"same time tomorrow, troops. i'll see you then. love to you all," she blew a kiss to the camera and waved, "bye!"

she made sure everything was closed down before she stood to her feet, sliding her headphones off of her head and hanging them up on their little stand beside her screen, stretching out her back from the aches and the cricks that were forming from her hunched position over the last couple of hours. she tucked her chair back underneath her desk and grabbed her water bottle before leaving the room, into the open space of his living room, which was filled with the smells of something delicious.

she noticed the table was set with plates and cutlery before she saw him standing at his kitchen island, dishing everything into bowls so they could help themselves to however much they fancied that night, pan in his hand as he scooped beef strips into a ceramic bowl.

"good stream?"

"the best," yn grins widely as she took her seat at the table, "we hit 2k viewers about an hour ago."

"oh, that's brilliant," arthur gasps proudly and he supports the most genuine smile on his lips, looking at her as she grins proudly, "i told you you'd get there eventually."

"they loved the setup, too," she smiles, watching as he set the pan down in the sink before he picked up the plate of wraps and the bowl of beef strips, leaving behind the salad on the bar that he was going to go back and pick up once he set his full hands down on the table, "i might have to stream here more often now."

"that was the plan," he admits, setting the bowl and the plate down before he went back to the breakfast, not without passing her by and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "i'm really proud of you."

"couldn't have done it without you," she says.

he sits down at the table beside her, both of them in a position to see the sun setting over london, painting the surface of the thames with oranges and pinks, the last of the sun shimmering on the windows of the buildings opposite.

"i've got a video to film tonight, do you fancy being a part of it? could do a watch-along together," he suggests, filling up a wrap with beef and some salad, wrapping it all up with a fajita-style fold before he took a hearty bite from the top, "people have been asking for you to make another appearance."

"only if you're fine with that," she says, following his actions as she filled her own wrap up, "what are you watching?"

"it's just a short video from reddit about nature and animals," he says and she laughs softly, "what?"

"nothing, i just love your little fascination with the animal kingdom," she admits and he blushes, looking down at his plate, "it's cute. i find it fascinating when you talk about anything like that. all the facts you tell me. it's like having my own walking, talking encyclopaedia."

and when it comes to filming, she finds comfort in sitting closer to him as they watch the reddit videos together. she's wrapped in one of his throw blankets, in her comfiest clothes (which was a tee from his wardrobe and a pair of black cycling shorts peeking out from the bottom), settled on his lap with his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady on his thighs.

"an orca slapping a dolphin straight out the sea," he reads from the screen and, as the two of them watch nature take its course, they're both completely enamoured by the scene before them, "oh, jeez. the amount of air that thing gets is insane."

"they're the bullies of the ocean," yn adds and she remembers arthur saying something like that previously, when they'd been cuddled up in bed with a documentary about the ocean playing as they wound down for the night, "i bet that was an incredible thing to witness happen though. being that close to a dolphin seems amazing but to be that close to an orca, too? it's a bonus, a two in one special."

"have you ever seen a dolphin?"

she shakes her head and cranes her head to look at him, "never. it's on my bucket list though. that and to see the whales off the coast of gibraltar."

"maybe we'll take a trip," he says, "one day. i think i'd love to see that, too."

she leans back a little more comfortably on his lap, her back resting against his front as she brings her knees to her chest, tightening the blanket around her body to keep her from being too exposed to the camera and to keep her a little warmer, his arm helping to bring her closer to him.

"that was probably his killer instincts coming out though," yn explains and arthur cocks an eyebrow, confused, at her, "what?"

"they don't eat dolphins?"

"they do," she nods and he's genuinely surprised by her little bit of knowledge on orca's and their food chain, "they don't just eat seals and penguins, arthur. they eat dolphins and other sea creatures, too."

"look at you, eh?" he teases softly and, in that moment, they forget the camera is rolling and that they're actually filming a video for his second channel, "you're just as nerdy as me when it comes to the animal kingdom. my interests are rubbing off on you."

"i have my surprises," she grins and brings a hand up to poke a finger into his nose, "i know it might not seem like it sometimes but i am interested in your interests, silly." xx

[the-froschamethyst4]

Making Love Casualties

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COD Men Headcanons

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König

Finally being able to make love after a few months of him being gone on deployment

He has you on your stomach, hand full of your hair

But he pulls your head and he leans forward only for the back of your head to collide with his nose

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” He stops and holds his nose back from bleeding

“Shit, König.” Y/n had gotten off the bed and heads to the bathroom and go grab a rag, she brings it under his nose trying to contain the blood from spilling out of his nose

“I didn’t mean to pull you that hard, or lean forward,” he says

Ghost

Having him under you as you finally get to ride him for the first time in a while

The TV playing in the background, and the TV playing in the…background.

Huh?

“Love?”

“Huh?” You jump and look down at Ghost.

“You okay? You stopped.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” her eyes say otherwise, they were looking at the TV and what was on the TV Impractical Jokers

“Love? We can stop to watch this if you want?”

“What? No, Simon it’s okay, I’ll turn it off.” She grabs the remote but doesn’t turn it off, instead Ghost pulled her off him and they both just ended up watching the rest of this one Impractical Jokers episode

(That was inspired by Tara Yummy stopping her make out session just to watch Impractical Jokers)

Price

“Love?”

You seemed bored

Were you not feeling it anymore?

“Hm?” You questioned looking up at him.

“Should we stop? Are you feeling it anymore?”

“…I…I wasn’t going to say anything but…yeah, I’m not in the mood anymore. I don’t know what happened. I was all for it and now, I’m not…I’m sorry John.”

“It’s okay, love, we can stop and we can do this another time. We won’t continue.”

Unfortunately there are those days were you’re just not feeling it anymore. Price doesn’t get mad he completely understands and doesn’t push you

If you’re done, you’re done

Soap

Soap was getting into role play

His idea was to do Mafia and Civilian and you were the civilian

You very much questioned this, mainly why now? And why this out of everything else?

Soap had you on your back legs to your chest, a knife in his hand, licking the blade like a fucking psycho

And out of fear.

“RED!!” You yell. Soap stops and drops the knife to the ground.

“Bonnie?”

“I can’t, that fucking scares me, Soap you can get carried away and you didn’t seem like you were playing.”

“I’m sorry, Bonnie, you wanna stop or try something else?”

“Something else, nothing with weapons please.”

“Okay, okay.”

Alejandro

Alejandro came back into the bedroom after setting the kids down for the third time tonight.

He just wants to make love to his wife one last time before he has to leave for deployment

Y/n laid on her side, leg up over Alejandro's shoulder as he is pounding into her, her head goes back landing on her pillow

"God, you look so good like this," Alejandro coos into her ear.

"F-Faster," she begs, he smirks and does what she asks, this night is pleasing his wife before he leaves.

"Mama?"

"SANTI!" Y/n shot up and pushes Alejandro off the bed, he takes the duvet with him to the ground and lands on the hard wood floor with a groan.

"Ow," he mumbles.

"Santi, what's wrong?" Y/n asks, holding the think bedsheet to her chest.

"I heard yelling," he sounded upset, thank god the room was dark but the only light shined into the room was the light from the hallway Santiago must've turned on.

"Oh baby," Y/n grabbed a t-shirt and boxers off the floor and quickly rushed to her son, picking him up and taking him back to his bedroom to comfort him.

Alejandro laid on the floor for a little bit before grabbing sweatpants and heading to his sons room to try and beat around the bush on what was going on

Gaz

Gaz hated this, seeing you wearing such a pretty dress

You two were getting ready to head to the annual ball, you looked so gorgeous and Gaz couldn't look away from you

"Gaz?" You say looking at him.

"Huh? What I'm not paying attention," he was honest.

"Are you ready?" She asks.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Gaz says as they went to his car and drove to the ball or the place were the ball was being held at

Gaz stops the car and parks, Y/n was ready to get out but Gaz leaned over and locked the door.

"Gaz?"

"Stay here for a little bit," he says.

"But should we go inside? I see Price," she says, pointing her thumb to Price walking inside

"No, just for a little bit," he says, leaning forward and kissing Y/n's lips.

The car rocked back and forth, Y/n on her stomach ass up and Gaz was hitting her from behind, moans filled the car along with the sound of skin slapping against each other, Y/n felt herself tighten around Gaz

He moans and felt himself twitch inside of Y/n as they both came their was a knock on the back window, Y/n jumps and Gaz kept cool

"Fuck...I think we're been caught," he says.

Alex

Alex loves his garden don't get me wrong, but he doesn't love it more than you

You came to help Alex in his garden, pulling weeds and picking veggies and fruits that were ready to be picked

Alex looks over at Y/n and sees dirt on her knees, sweat dripping from her forehead, and arms

"Alex, are these ready?" She asks, looking over at him.

"Yeah, yeah, baby," he says, her floppy hat covered her eyes and he could just barely see her soft smile. This was their personal time together besides their bedroom, but helping each other with their own hobbies, Alex's garden and Y/n's art projects.

"Baby, can...you come here really quick?" Alex says.

"Sure," she gets up and sits next to him, his hands immediately go to her waist and pulls her to his lap

"Alex?" He doesn't say anything but instead kiss her neck, she let's out a soft moan. "Alex, n-not here."

"Why not? It's our property," he says with a smirk on his face.

Alex has Y/n on her back, her small tank top pushed up to her chest exposing her bare breasts, her shorts and panties were somewhere in the garden as Alex was no pants and his dark gray t-shirt was covered in sweat

"Fuck me, baby, you feel so tight," he moans.

She moans and turns her head to hide her face from Alex, she opens her eyes to see her elderly neighbors come out of their home. She panics and starts hitting Alex's shoulders.

"Alex, Alex, Alex, stop, stop," she repeats.

"What? Why?" He turns and sees his neighbors. "Oh? Hi, neighbors," Alex says.

"Alex," Y/n groans.

[randofics]

🎶 David Kushner- Skin and Bones

🎶 David Kushner- Dead Man

🎶 The Neighborhood- Sweater Weather

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You let out a breath, watching as it fogged in the cold November air and held your arms around you to keep warm as you waited for Sideswipe. Your back muscles were killing you after hunching over to grab boxes off the floor at work. All you wanted to do was lay in bed for the rest of the night.

Bright white headlights made you shield your eyes as he came to a stop in the empty lane of parking spaces. The gullwing passenger door opened for you, and sorely, you sat in the seat.

"Thanks for picking me up, Sides. I owe you one."

"Hey, I didn't have anything better to do. How was work?"

"Ugh, don't get me started."

"That bad, huh?" He watches you through his rearview mirror as you struggle to get comfortable. "Something wrong with my seat?"

"No, my back is practically screaming at me. I just need to lay in bed and relax. A massage would probably help, too, but I can't afford an appointment at the moment."

"My hood is still warm from the sun earlier. Maybe laying across it would help. I've heard that heat can help relax muscles."

"You hear that on TV?"

"I happened to catch it on one of the channels." A small smile twitches at your lips.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt."

-------

After pulling into the junkyard, you hop out attempting futility to pop your sore back as you massage your muscles. "Where is everyone?"

"Oh, Strong-arm is on patrol with Bumblebee, and Denny took Russel, Fixit, and Grimlock out to watch the city parade from the hilltop."

"I forgot that was happening tonight. I'm glad Russel gets to see it. He seemed so excited about it this morning."

"How about we go back to my quarters and watch some TV?"

"Sure. You said I could use your hood, remember?"

"You think I forgot? How dare you!" His faux offense made you laugh as you trailed behind him. He bowed as he held the makeshift door open for you, and you shook your head at his antics. Taking the remote, you turned on the TV quickly, flipping through the channels to one that never failed to interest you. Animal world was on, and a re-run of the leopard episode was playing.

"Alright, transform so I can warm up my back. It's freaking chilly." He chuckles, rolling his optics as he transforms. You lay back on his hood, being careful not to scratch his paint. Almost immediately, the warmth of his metal seeps through the fabric to your skin. Your body relaxing as the warmth soakes down to your bones.

You stay like that for a little while, but the heat slowly fades, and your muscles are left sore. Rolling over onto your stomach, you let out an annoyed groan.

Sides' chuckle catches your attention. "That leopard has the same idea as you." Glancing back at the screen, you see a leopard sunning itself on a dark rock. The big cat looks content, all sprawled out like that. A small smile comes to your face before you stand, letting out a pained hiss as your muscles take on your weight again.

"Still sore?"

You nod, twisting your back in another futile attempt at popping it. He transforms, crouching down behind you. "Can you lift me under my arms so I can pop my back?"

His servos wrap around you under your arms, lifting you a foot off the ground as you let your body go limp. Your spine crackles as the vertebrae decompress, releasing some of your tension. After he sets you down, you test out your spine. The pain of your muscles is still present, but any spinal pain is pretty much gone.

"You want me to give you a massage?"

You're a bit surprised at his question. Did he really just ask you that? Did he even know what that insinuated or even how to properly do it? Your mouth moved faster than your brain.

"That would be great!"

Why'd you have to say that!? Now you had to go through with it! You kicked yourself as you made your way back to your camper. He transformed again, parking just outside the door as you walked in. His holoform followed you to the "bedroom" of the small mobile space. There were only two lights, one for the living/kitchen and another for the tiny bathroom, leaving the bed dimly illuminated.

You removed your hoodie, tossing it to the side as you sat on the edge of the mattress. "So, how are we doing this?"

"Lie down on your stomach, and I'll sit beside you."

Once you're in position, he sits cross-legged next to you. "Do you mind if I lift your shirt?" Shaking your head as best you can against the pillow in your arms, you take a calming breath. The cool air hits your skin as he lifts the hem of your shirt. When his holoform didgets touch your skin, a chill runs up your spine. Goosebumps form all along your body as he maps out your back.

Soon, he starts adding pressure to his touch. It's light at first like he's afraid he'll hurt you, but slowly, he gets heavier with his hands. Your sore muscles slowly feel much better as your pleasure senses take over. Heat spreads through your body.

-------

When a small sound escapes your throat, he pauses. "Not hurting you, am I?" Your voice is small as you answer.

"No, I'm fine."

He continues, pressing into the muscles of your lower back, eliciting another sound. This time, he keeps moving, listening for the little sounds you let out.

When he places his fingers over your love handles and presses in the backsides with his thumbs a much louder sound escapes you.

You attempt in vain to smother the sounds with the pillow. Muscles quiver under his fingers, and curiosity gets the better of him. Gently, he grazes his fingers across the front of your abdomen and love handles, making you squirm a little.

With a bright blush on your face, you turn to look at him. "What are you doing, Sides?"

"Um... sorry, I got distracted. What's up with that reaction?"

"It's... my abdomen is sensitive, ok I can't help it when you touch me like that."

"Right here?" He tilts his head like a confused puppy as he grips your hip again, letting his thumb graze under the hem of your jeans.

"Yes! So don't do that." A mischievous glint in his eye makes your heart skip a beat. "I'm not sure what you're thinking, but you probably shouldn't go through with it."

"What? I'm not thinking anything." You feel his thumb again as you grip his wrist, his other hand cupping your side squeezing gently. Suddenly, he lifts your shirt to your lower ribs and pulls the hem of your jeans down an inch. Your eyes widen as a gasp escapes your throat. His lips make contact with the v of your abdomen.

Blood rushes to your face as you bite down lightly on your knuckle. Your other hand tangles in his dyed red hair. While the feeling itself isn't overly pleasurable, the act is extremely erotic. His eyes connect with your half lidded ones as his teeth nip your skin. He places another kiss there before moving up slowly over your stomach, giving you light pecks and nips all the way to just under your sternum.

When he pauses, you look down at him quizzically. In one swift motion, he pulls you up into his lap, making you yelp. Instantly, his lips are on your neck. You melt into him, wrapping your arms around him and tangling your fingers in his hair.

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He can feel your breathing quicken with the rapid beating of your heart. His spark pulses faster with his own excitement. Your scent, taste, and fingers in his hair overwhelm his holoform senses. Your skin, though littered with natural bumps for the most part, is silky soft. And your plush flesh feels amazing in his hands.

Your small gasps float into his audials through the holoform, and they sound heavenly.

-------

You feel his hands on your back, one massaging your muscles while the other glides over your skin, slipping under the back of your bra. Without warning, his lips connect with yours. He's surprisingly good at it, considering it was probably his first time. You didn't even know if cybertronians kissed at all. Your head was swimming with his intensity, not that you minded much.

Lightly, you scratched at his upper back, legs locked tight around his waist. As far as you were concerned, you could do this till your heart gave out, but fate wouldn't even let it come close to that.

There was a knock on your camper door, making Sideswipe turn his head to look. Russell's voice broke through the silence. "Hey, Y/N, Sideswipe! You guys in there? Come watch the parade you're about to miss the best part!"

In a poof of pixelated glowing particles, the warm body you were wrapped around was gone, and you fell back on your mattress. You lay there for a second, arms splayed above your head as you let out an annoyed groan. You loved Russel, but he had the absolute worst timing sometimes.

Sitting up, you could still feel his hands on you, and the feeling of his lips lingered as you walked to your door.

Outside, Bumblebee stood with his usual cross arm stance. Sideswipe was still in his alt mode in the same spot as before. There was a barely noticeable quake in your steps as Bee eyed you. Your hair was ruffled, and red marks were starting to form on your neck and jaw. Your face was still red from the blood rush, and you were acting a tad nervous.

When you lightly kicked Sideswipes tire, annoyance evident on your face he put two and two together.

-------

"Hey, what was that for!?"

"You know darn well what that was for!"

"It's not like I had any other options!"

"Yeah, you did! You could've faced it like a man instead of turnin' tail and running!"

Russel looked confused at the whole exchange but took your hand, dragging you behind him to the hilltop. When you got there, Denny handed you a blanket, which you gladly wrapped around you. Fireworks cracked in the air as the end of the parade was driving down the street below.

The nose of Sideswipes alt pressed into your rear, making another blush come to your face. You glanced around, making sure no one had seen that before turning your head to look at him. With a small hop, you sat on his hood, crossing your dangling feet.

When the parade ended and everyone was going back to the junkyard, you and Sideswipe stayed put. Hopping off his hood, you stood with your arms crossed.

"What?" Moving closer with an expression he wasn't familiar with, slight intimidation makes him roll backward. "Wh-what are you doing!?"

"Continuing what you started." Your hips sway as you follow him, backing him all the way almost into a tree. "Holoform, please."

Under your expectant gaze, he produces his holoform. He looks as nervous as you'd expected.

Pushing him into his driver's side door, you press your body against him. He sucks in a breath, his eyes flickering from your eyes, lips, and chest pressing into his. "Like what you see, darlin?"

You hear him gulp as he forces his eyes closed. He makes the mistake of tilting his head up, giving you the perfect opening to ghost your lips across his synthetic skin and whisper in his ear. "Not so cocky now, are ya?"

When he looks back down at you in surprise, you press your lips against his. His hands shakily grab your hips as he bends down for you. As you continue to kiss, the two of you are none the wiser to a pair of optics watching you.

Bee, with a knowing smile on his faceplate, chuckles, shaking his head. He walks back into the junkyard, leaving the two of you be.

[takerfoxx]

So I've been having people trying to get me to watch Re: Zero for a while now, and I've always resisted because Isekais just aren't my thing, and I avoid multi-season shows as a general rule. But then I found out about the return from death gimmick, and how they actually take the trauma of dying and resurrecting seriously, and that definitely is up my alley, so now I'm finally giving it a shot. Just finished the mansion/demon dogs arc, so here's some quick thoughts.

I admit, most of the pilot didn't really grab me, as it was standard isekai fare. I even rolled my eyes a bit when Subaru started lampshading common isekai tropes. Like, how long has this genre been a cliche? But once he started dying and they began to really make use of the gory groundhog day loop thing is when I started to get into it.

However, the mansion arc really grabbed me.

I like this. I've always enjoyed traumatic time loops. Higurashi. Madoka Magica. Summertime Rendering. There's something about immortality that's as much a curse as a blessing that really vibes with me, and I got sucked in watching the poor guy try to unravel the mystery, trying different things each time, only to fail miserably every time. Even if he was functionally "immortal," it really makes you cheer for him to finally break the loop and make it to the next day with everyone else alive.

Also, I just like Subaru. Design-wise, he's nothing special. Standard anime protag. But he definitely is not you're standard bland isekai self-insert vehicle. Like, this guy has a personality. He's riddled with doubts, anxieties, and trauma, and overcompensates by being really extra and dramatic with a forced cheerfulness that people do come to see through. I also like that even though he's crushing on Emilia hard, he's also not doing the standard "can't spit it out" thing that I really dislike and find cringe. Instead, my man is shooting his shot! Over and over! And for as silly as his method is, he's so over the top with it that it keeps working!

Plus, even though he can be a real idiot sometimes, he's also clever. He examines his mistakes from previous lives and makes changes to try to unravel the mystery. When he finds out that he's cursed to being unable to reveal his return from death thing, he takes advantage of that, using the curse's dark magic as bait for those who could sense it! He uses his shadow magic's instability to his advantage. And though he makes mistake after mistake, he still learns from them and acts accordingly.

And I really like that they're not skimping out on the trauma that his repeated deaths is causing him. His boisterous is very much a mask, one that almost slips several times, until it finally does and he breaks down. Yeah, I can get behind this guy.

Though I do feel sorry for Emilia as a character at this point. As the love interest, she's fine. She's cute, kind, has an interesting power, Puck's funny, I can see why Subaru fell for her. Unfortunately, right after her introductory arc, she got overshadowed HARD!

So, you mean to tell me that you're going to give us Rei Ayanami. Who is a maid. And a demon. Who can kick all kinds of ass. Who also has a really tragic backstory that ties into her personal flaws and character. Who undergoes a hell of a character arc despite still being a supporting character. And there's two of them?

Yeah, I can see why I didn't know who Emilia was before starting the show but already knew about Ram and Rem. No wonder they're all over the place. And Beatrice is just hilarious as well. I really hope Emilia gets her own focused arc, because the twins have only been around for a few episodes, but they're easily the most interesting thing about this show.

But it's still early and there's plenty of time for character development. Needless to say, I'm kind of hooked. Gonna start the next arc tonight.

[siriouslytired]

Tagged by @nic-coughlan, thank you for tagging me 💐❤️✨️

last song: kaprifol by thomas stenström

favourite colour: green

last book: that I finished? I re-read melankoliska rum by karin johannisson over the holidays. 100/10, love that book.

last movie: mamma mia

last show: if game shows count - på spåret. It's on the Swedish public service channel. På spåret means 'on the track' and the premise is basically that they make 3 trips during the show where the teams first have to guess where they're going based on some clues (usually involving puns to some degree) and then they're asked some questions that may or may not relate to that place. They went to Reykjavik, Sollefteå, and Panama City during the episode that aired tonight and for Reykjavik they asked about 3 eurovision acts - none of which were Icelandic.

Also, the fact that I watch På spåret regularly is the no 1 reason one of my best friends has decided that I'm officially an old lady 😅😂

sweet/spicy/savory: spicy

relationship status: single ✌️

last thing i googled: Jörn. I was talking to my dad earlier today and his train sort of got stuck like 10-20 minutes from there and I wanted to know where it was

current obsession: don't know if I have one right now. Got sick over the holidays so I haven't really had the energy to do anything at all for almost 3 weeks

looking forward to: applied for some uni courses that start on the 20th - not that I actually want to keep studying right now but it’ll be nice to be doing something again that isn't just a rinse and repeat of applying for jobs that I don't hear back from 🫠 I'll be doing 2 courses that relate to administrative law - which hopefully will make it easier for me to find a job 🤞

Tagging @spinsterennui, @archetypewriter, @dors-ee, @sailor-hufflepuff 💐

[trashbag-baby666]

Pull It Together-Clegan

What's Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight (mota hs au)

summary: Emotions are flying high and neither party knows how to soothe the other. Gale need's to get his head on straight before he ruins everything he has.

WC: 2,840

C/W: None (?)

mota masterlist! | ao3 link

The damp, cold clay drifted through his pointer finger and thumb. His other hand holding a straight tool to even out the vase he had just spent the last half hour on. Sixth hour was his favorite time of the day, Ms. Simpson had a drawing class that hour. John had been granted permission this semester to have an independent study in ceramics. He had already taken all the ceramics classes they had, something about the messy art medium grounded him. Maybe it was because he liked the sensory feelings from the smooth, wet clay. 

But his favorite time of sixth hour was when Gale would come visit him fifteen minutes before the bell rang. Gale had a free period and usually would read or work on homework in the library. He'd find himself walking to the art hallway to check in on John. The last few months had been difficult and he just wanted to look out for him. 

"Buck!" He perked up from his squatted over position, revealing the vase. The blonde smiled and waved at him but walked past him and sat by Alex. John felt his heart tinge a moment and he nearly squashed the vase...he would've if he had just been messing around on the wheel and not actually working on a project. 

John tried to remind himself to calm down a moment, he had no reason to be worried. Him and Alex had just been working on a project together in their ap lit class. Plus him and Gale weren't even together...he couldn't be mad...even if he wanted to. 

John stood at the sink cleaning out his tools and sponges watching the two talk. Gale started laughing at something Alex said and John tried his hardest not to cringe. He wanted a reason to hate Alex right now in all honesty. He wanted to be able to tell Gale that he shouldn't talk to him, that he had done something to wrong him. That he could then blame him to be at fault for and tell his best friend who he has a crush on. Truly, he couldn't even think a single negative thing about Alex, though. He's a sweet kid and always had been really nice to John. He would sit next to him in class if he was hand building a project or glazing. He'd also sat next to him in ceramics one last school year, he also was friends of Rosie and Croz.

He's nice to everyone and always seems to be able to find kindness in everyone. So of course him and Gale got along wonderfully. That just fueled John's anger further thinking about how Alex most definitely was a better person than he himself is. 

John had finished picking up his area and got his vase on the drying rack. He put on his backpack and went over to Gale and hugged him from behind, "Guess who?"

"Hey," Gale smiled looking up at him.

"Are we gonna watch the new episode of Drag Race tonight?" John pulled the chair out besides Gale and sat down backwards on it. Friday nights at seven the new episode of RuPauls Drag Race would be airing and he and Gale never missed an episode. He watched in already knowing disappointment as Gale sucked in a breath between his teeth and his blue's immediately softened. 

"I'm going over to Alex's tonight, but I'll be home in time for Untucked?" Gale's eyebrows furrowed apologetically. John just shrugged, now he really wanted a reason to hate Alex and Gale. He felt his anger's irrational, Gale didn't owe him anything...especially not spending one singular night without him. They could just re-watch it together tomorrow after he's done working. But Gale had off tomorrow so that could mean anything, he could decide to go and make plans with Alex. 

"Okay," John nodded, standing himself up from the chair and pushing it back in. He hooked his thumbs into his backpack straps and began walking towards the door. The bell rang quite literally saving John, until the bell rang at the end of eighth hour and he would have to ride home with Gale...or he could take the bus and go back to his dads.

Gale would be mad at him though, but at least he would have his attention at the very least. 

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He did just ride home with Gale though, he put on his headphones hoping Gale would just think he was overstimulated and didn't want to talk. He didn't really talk to Gale when he got home either, he just went up to the guest room marked his with a slam of the door. 

Gale didn't really know what was up with John. he just had let him be while he had finished making sure Addy and Zoe were settled after getting them from the bus stop. Their laughter echoed faintly from the living room where they were watching cartoons. His parents would be home soon, and they would take over.

He took a moment to glance up the stairs, knowing John was up there, stewing in his own world. Something was clearly up with John. Gale could see it in the way John’s shoulders tensed, the way he avoided eye contact, the clipped responses. Gale was used to John’s moods, but today felt different. Something deeper was eating at him.

Why is he so upset? Gale wondered, leaning against the banister, staring at the closed door of the guest room. He replayed the events of the day in his mind, trying to pinpoint the exact moment John’s mood had shifted from its usual brooding to this outright anger. Was it something he did? Was it Alex?

Alex. Gale frowned, feeling a pang of guilt. He hadn’t meant to make John feel left out. It’s just that Alex was easy to talk to, always smiling, always kind. Gale enjoyed his company, but he had never thought it would bother John this much. Then again, maybe he had been blind to how John felt. Gale knew John wasn’t just another friend. They had a connection, something deeper, something unspoken. But why was it so hard for John to just tell him how he felt?

Gale felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He wanted to help John, to make him feel better, but he couldn’t do that if John wouldn’t talk to him. He pushed off the banister, deciding to give John some space. Maybe he just needs time to cool off.

He walked into the kitchen, pulling out his phone and shooting a quick text to Alex, letting him know he might be a bit late. Alex would understand. Gale needed to sort things out with John first. He grabbed a can of diet coke from the fridge, taking a long sip as he leaned against the counter, his thoughts still tangled with worry and confusion.

John was one of the most important people in Gale’s life. They had been through so much together. Gale had seen John at his lowest and at his best. John had always been forthright with his emotions, especially when he was upset with Gale. This silence, this avoidance, it was unlike him. It worried Gale deeply. He wanted to help John, to make him feel better, but he couldn’t do that if John kept this wall between them.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs pulled Gale from his thoughts. He looked up to see John coming down, headphones on, eyes averted. Gale took a deep breath, stepping forward.

“John, wait,” he said, reaching out a hand.

John paused, his expression unreadable as he slowly took off his headphones. “What?” he asked, his voice flat.

Gale struggled to find the right words. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting...different today. Did I do something?”

John’s eyes flickered with something Gale couldn’t quite decipher. “It’s nothing, Gale. Just...leave it.”

But Gale wasn’t convinced. “It’s not nothing, John. I can tell something’s bothering you. Just talk to me.”

John looked away, his jaw tightening. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Gale sighed, feeling a pang of helplessness. “Alright. But you know I’m here, right? Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here.”

John didn’t respond, just nodded slightly before opening the fridge door and grabbing a can of his Dr Pepper out. Without a second word, he turned and headed back towards the stairs. Gale watched him go, feeling a heavy weight settle in his chest. John always talked to him, always told him when something was wrong. This silence was new, and it scared Gale. He wanted to help John, but he couldn’t force him to open up. All he could do was be there, waiting, hoping John would eventually let him in.

———————

The hot air blew right into Gale's face from the car's vents. The heat felt dry though, dry in a way that would cause a nosebleed. They'd spent the last fifteen minutes sitting quietly in the parking lot of the trail head they'd been going to. By no means was Gale even near impressed with himself and his actions of the past two and a half weeks. He felt guilty. So guilty. Kissing and touching Alex felt way different than kissing and touching some girl. Maybe the guilt didn't carry with the girls because he never really liked them and he knew that. He already knew that going into it and knew that it would just be meaningless.

But this he had sought out and he found himself not wanting to make Alex stop fifteen minutes ago when they came out here. Originally he did intend to come out here for more sexual favors but now he couldn't shake John out of his brain. He owed Alex an explanation. But he also owed John one too. He had a sacred bond with John he couldn't understand. When he touched Alex he imagined he was touching John, except his thighs were much wider. His touch, warm and familiar like his own mother's. His shoulders broader and muscular. Alex wasn't John and that was his problem. But it confused him further, he didn't know if he had always felt like this. He wanted to keep going to Alex and that's why he needed to run far and cut this off like a diseased limb.

"I think you owe me that, at least." Alex swallowed, his gaze shifted down at his steering wheel. "Yeah, I know." Gale chewed on his lip and ran a hand through his hair not knowing where to start.

"I couldn't tell if I liked him that way." Gale shrugged, he couldn't think of anything else.

"Who?"

"John."

"Oh."

Gale wondered if he may have seen it coming, maybe he should have seen it coming too?

"I...I...I love him, Alex." He bit down on the inside of his cheek and began to really wish he had just stayed home with John.

Alex's eyebrows separated and arched, "That isn't much of an explanation, Buck."

He didn't like the sound of that name coming out of his mouth...

"I didn't want to sleep with him first..." He trailed off knowing his sentences lacked much of any explanation but he truly felt horrible.

"I'm taking you home," Alex reached back for his seatbelt.

"Look, I meant to tell you sooner...I meant for it to be a one and done kinda thing...I swear."

Alex scoffed with a smile, shaking his head, "Like that makes it any better."

"I know, I'm sorry, really I am. I know it's not enough."

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

Panged him over and over again, Alex didn't respond. Instead he turned his music back on and turned it up. He was done talking and Gale needed to take the hint. Part of him wanted to beg him to drop him off on the side of the road right here. Make him walk home, not like he's in a rush to go there. John was there and upset too. He'd just be reminded of his self damning actions.

———————

John sat on the worn couch in the Cleven basement. The lights turned off and the only light coming from the mounted TV as Drag Race played. Meatball laid across his lap, his head resting on John's chest.

"I love you, boy." John pressed a kiss to the husky's fluffy head, "I'd never abandon you, baby."

Meatball responded with a couple licks to John's cheek. John knew he'd always have his little buddy to keep him company. Meatball was basically his son anyways, "Yeah, mama abandoned us again, mhm." John leaned into the dog's licks.

Meatball's ears perked and he sat up off of John as they both heard the sound of Gale getting back. Meatball launched himself off John and ran up the stairs barking. He remained there on the couch knowing Gale would be down in a few minutes with some strew of an apology. He picked up his phone and saw the time, this was probably the last ad break before the episode would be over. At least he had made it back in time for Untucked as he promised. Part of him wanted to just go up to his room without any words to Gale. At the same time he wanted to hear what he had to say, maybe just in a selfish sense. Have some validation to himself that maybe Gale had actually missed him.

He sucked in a deep breath and focused his eyes back to the screen, pretending to be interested in the Viagra commercial playing. Meatball came running down the stairs knowing that Gale wouldn't be far behind.

Gale descended the stairs slowly, hearing the distant chatter of the TV. He found John sitting on the couch, the glow from the screen casting shadows on his face. Meatball trotted over to him, but Gale's eyes were fixed on John.

“Hey,” Gale said softly, trying to gauge John's mood.

John didn’t look away from the TV. “Hey.”

Gale took a deep breath, crossing the room to sit on the other end of the couch. “John, we need to talk.”

John finally looked at him, his expression unreadable. “About what?”

“About everything. About why you've been so upset lately.”

John's eyes narrowed. “I told you, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, John,” Gale insisted, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re shutting me out, and that’s not like you. I need to know what's going on.”

John clenched his jaw, his eyes flicking back to the TV. “Why do you care? You’ve got Alex now.”

Gale winced at the bitterness in John’s tone. “John, Alex...Alex isn’t you.”

John scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gale ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. “I thought being with Alex would help me figure things out. But all it did was make me realize how much you mean to me.”

John's eyes softened slightly, but his voice remained guarded. “And what does that mean?”

Gale took a deep breath. “It means that I care about you, John. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone else. And I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you. That was never my intention.”

John stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “You’re an idiot, Gale.”

Gale felt a pang of hurt but nodded. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been selfish and stupid. But I want to make things right. If you’ll let me.”

John sighed, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. “I don’t know, Gale. You’ve really messed things up.”

“I know,” Gale said, his voice earnest. “But I’m willing to do whatever it takes to fix it. Just...give me a chance.”

John looked at him, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to something softer, something more vulnerable. “You hurt me, Buck.”

“I’m so sorry,” Gale whispered, his voice breaking. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

John looked away, blinking back tears. “I know.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant chatter of the TV. Then, slowly, John reached out and took Gale’s hand.

“Okay,” John said softly. “But this doesn’t mean everything’s fixed.”

Gale nodded, his heart aching with relief and anxiety. “I know.”

John didn’t let go of his hand, but the grip was tight, almost painful, as if reminding Gale of the fragile state of their bond. The tension hung heavy in the air, unspoken words and unresolved feelings filling the space between them.

Gale knew this was just the beginning of a long road to mending what had been broken, and the uncertainty of where it would lead left a knot in his stomach. For now, all he could do was hold on and hope that, in time, they could find their way back to each other. Hopefully this wouldn’t leave some weird underlying tension between them. John had been through enough the past few months, he didn’t need Gale’s bullshit too.

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FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

"Re-ANKARNATE" Brennan Lee Mulligan the man that you are!!! Excellent pun

Fig Faeth and Gerard Neigh are my favorite animal companion duo ever <333

"Kristen Applebees might be class president in her senior year" crying laughing. Yeah the world is ending but isn't THAT the real thing to stress about??

So do we think that the Thistlesprings are watching the world end from their front porch? Or are they driving the fucking tank across the town to go fuck shit up? I hope they show up.

"This ship isn't actually flying by the way" insane.

"FABIAN DO YOU HAVE A PLACE YOU'RE HOPING TO LIVE?" GORGUG I LOVE YOU

they're putting the seacaster manor by the school's campus I'm crying. Fabian's mom IS going to kill him.

ASK FOR ALLIES! ASK FOR ALLIES! DO NOT BRING K2 BACK AT THE EXPENSE OF BETTER OPTIONS NOOOO

KRISTEN NOOOOOO KRISTEN I GET IT YOU HAVE BIG SISTER HEART BUT I'M CRYING.

ARE THEY ALL MOVING INTO SEACASTER MANOR??? SCREAMING.

Zac Oyama's comedic genius is insane. This man is so fucking brilliant give him a season as a DM

"zelgug fans are finally recovering- WHAT'S THAT? IT'S GORGUG AND UNIT WITH A STEEL CHAIR?????"

"107 degrees farehenheit" average summer temps tbh.

MAZEY! MAZEY! MAZEY! The fact that she's taking everything in stride is brilliant. She's definitely an honorary bad kid now

Ragh + Jawbone flying is a great picture. They're so cool.

I love their strategizing. They're right- Oisin first because wizard's are excellent at crowd control. But Mary Anne needs to go down or be persuaded to not fight ASAP because a powerful barbarian can do massive damage. Gorgug is one example of that- if Mary Anne is allowed to fuck around as much as she wants she'd wipe them out.

Ruben is a lesser threat, as even a high level bard isn't the strongest fighter on the field, but his spell list matters because shit like Irresistible Dance and the higher level buff spells can turn a fight very quickly. Ivy as a Gloomstalker is a problem, but if they can get her to burn her abilities quickly she might be easier to manage. If Buddy's still a Life cleric, he's easier to deal with, but if he switched subclasses upon raging out, a War cleric in particular is a HUGE problem. Offensive clerics are stupid busted.

Honestly is the Ratgrinder's are ACTUALLY level 20, they're going to need a miracle on their side, because level 20 pcs have insane hp and damage outputs, and some of their class skills are busted. Rogue's 'stroke of luck' alone is fucking scary. Not to mention that KLCK might have Elusive if she's level 17, which means RIZ CANT GET SNEAK ATTACKS OFF ON HER. This is INSANE.

ICE FEAST IS REAL!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! 1 level of exhaustion and 1d12 ice damage is insane but the benefits are CRAZY. Holy shit why the FUCK did Kristen never used this before

'Only 1 person needs to be exhausted' and it should be Fabian, actually, because if they only have 1 person on counterspell Jace and Oisin are going to fuck them over so hard.

K2 WITH THE UNION JACK IS ABSURD.

"Fuck it I'm playing the pipes" the most hilarious bit ever especially when they immediately stop being able to fight with the party as soon as he stops concentrating on playing them. 10/10 gag gift

SQUEEM SHOWS UP FOR THE FINAL BATTLE???? HUH??? SQUEEM SHOWS UP??? INSANE ENERGY

Ruben: "why are you so yoked"

Gorgug, in the deepest voice imaginable: "I'm a wizard"

You know what? PEAK Bad Kids energy tonight. We're winning.

"Loser says what" GORGUG IS FUCKING GOING OFF TONIGHT. THE FACT THAT PORTER FELL FOR THAT IS WILD

No one recognizing Fig is so funny. Wanda Childa, the secret seventh Bad Kid

I never noticed Riz has a 6 in strength- no wonder he had to have people load canons for him. Absurd.

PORTER HAD TO BURN A LEGENDARY RESISTANCE??? BEAUTIFUL.

RUBEN's COUNTERSPELL BEING ROBBED BECAUSE OF SLOW IS THE BEST FUCKING MOVE EVER. That takes them down to 2 counterspells a turn, assuming Jace and Oisin both have it prepared, since its a reaction. The ability to prevent multiattacks, slow spells, and force them to use either an action or a bonus action

IVY'S TARGETING HIS FUCKING DOG??? :( EVIL!

Oisin is getting his ass beat by Fig and the Vultures and I love it. Fucking GET THAT BITCH!

"That bitch in the back? I'm gonna skin her alive. She said she was going to do it to Maisey, so I'm gonna do it to her" THATS THAT SEACASTER BLOOD IN HIM!!! Bill would be so proud.

26 AC is wild. Fucking- this battle is going to go so hard I can't wait.

If Ivy dies in 1 turn I'm going to laugh so hard. Most cringefail ranger ever. I love her and hope she gets to come back Aelwyn style.

HOLY SHIT HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO USE THE ACTION SURGE ATTACKS. HOW LOW WAS IVY????????

"I'm Going to Lose My Virginity to That Girl" FABIAN ARAMAIS SEACASTER, THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.

DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD???? WHY DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD????? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE???

Kristen leaping under the disintegrating gym is such a beautiful idea and I need to see fanart immediately.

God, Porter's such an intimidating villain. That's some scary ass shit.

I forgot how fucking powerful Psychic Scream is. Bards get insane shit.

NOOOO THE HANGMAN :(

The party has been doing so well in combat it was bound to take a bad turn at some point

"YOU SUCK AT PVP! YOU SUCK AT PVP!" That was Murph possessing Riz for a brief moment.

The fact that they all have low HP but level 9 spells is fascinating. That's not a natural curve to end up on. They must either have shitty con, or level 10 or so stats but access to higher abilities?

"You're a WASTE OF MY TIME" OUCH. OW! OUCH! GET HIM FIG! That whole speech at Ruben fucking HURTS she got his ass good holy shit.

"BUDDY, BAKARATH IS! NOT! REAL!" I love all of them actually.

They all got clustered together because of Riz's slow and now Adaine is casting SYNAPTIC STATIC??? holy shit. This was the most brutal set-up ever.

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT HOW OP SYNAPTIC STATIC IS. GET FUCKED JACE!!!

HOW the FUCK IS JACE CONCENTRATING ON 4 FUCKING SPELLS??? I WANT WHAT HE HAS

This battle is, again, super fucking scary. They're clearly fighting for their lives right now and they just do not have the numbers or the spell slots. I have to have faith BleeM wouldn't give them a fight they didn't have the resources to win,,,, but oh god is it a nail-biter.

Maybe if we're lucky, Arthur Aguefort will come in with the steel chair? Come on man come back and DO YOUR JOB

FABIAN DROPS???

Jace splitting into multiple versions of himself makes this fight brutal. They just don't have the manpower to fight this many spellcasters.

Kristen should have picked allies </3 it makes sense to pick K2 but god yeah

Gorgug's clutch NAT 20s coming back!

OISIN + IVY are both defeated, meaning that they've gone 2 for 2 so far on main party deaths.

"Make sure to cut his head off so he can't be revivified" CANONICALLY SAID BY RIZ??? THIS IS HIS MOMENT.

Holy shit, Gorgug manhandling Porter is maybe the coolest fucking move ever. Gorgug is the world's GREATEST WIZARD!

OISIN DIDN'T EVEN GET A TURN??? LMAO GET WRECKED DRAGON BOY!

What they need is some kind of powerful magic of their own, but none of them have high level spells left. It sucks ass but they're going to get through it cause these are the BAD KIDS!!!

RIZ IS IMMUNE TO FIRE???? OH MY GOD. LAVA SWIMMING TIME!

Brennan not taking into account what full fire damage immunity would do is maybe the funniest bit of this episode. He's essentially given them free range to play lava shenanigans with his battlefield. He has essentially built a battlefield where ONLY HIS VILLAINS have to worry about the hazards.

The army of spellcasters being unable to counterspell because the Bad Kids are being tactical wizards is so fucking sick. I hope Jace and Reuben feel as useless as they fucking are.

"all the jace's waste their reactions' PEAK CLOWNERY!

NOOOO GORGUG WENT DOWN :[

"What's my name?" The SASS! I love Adaine so much

Mary-Anne is my favorite character forever and ever. "Jace, I don't feel well" GIRL ME TOO!

"I counterspell his counterspell" WIZARD BATTLESSSSSS!!!! AND SHE CRITTED THE SAVE FOR FLESH TO STONE??? HELL YEAH!

"STUPID IDIOT! HAVE WE EVER HAD A CONVERSATION?" THEY ARE BEATING HIS ASS!

THE RAGE TOKEN MECHANIC WAS FOR THE FINAL BATTLE??? HOLY SHIT THEY LUCKED OUT!

"No one wants to engage with the temptation of my sort of philosophy- You're juicing and we can all see it" DEVASTATING. Porter keeps taking hits that would kill me instantly

There's only ten minutes left in the episode right now so I have to ask- how did they cut this? What cliffhanger am I going to be left on? Should i be fearful? I'm gonna be fearful.

Riz's mindgames are so fucking brilliant. This man is just as much as a Mastermind as KLCK, he just has better motivations. (They're real

The music kicked up? What the fuck is this music? Hm? Hm? Is this a good sign or a bad sign? Whatever it is, I'm fucking with it.

FIG SURVIVING BY THE SKIN OF HER FUCKING TEETH! SHE IS THE CHOSEN ONE BITCHES!!!!!!

"YOU DON'T KNOW HER LIKE I DO!" FUCK YEAH!

That moment with Ankarna was seriously sweet. They are the best friends forever to me.

NOOO MARY-ANN'S STRAWBERRY D: BRENNAN THAT WAS THE CRUELEST THING YOU COULD HAVE DONE.

BUDDY LOST CONCENTRATION!!!!!! HELL YEAH!!

Fig is THE plan-slayer. The bit-defeater! THE SCHEME-FOILER!

RUBEN FUCKING DIED! FIG FUCKING MURDERED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM? HOLY SHIT???? SHE SENT HIS ASS TO THE BLACK PIT!

THE OUTFITS IN THE PREVIEW ARE BRILLIANT AND I LOVE THEM!!!

ARTHUR SHOWING UP AT THE LAST SECOND IS BRILLIANT!

I'm SO EXCITED FOR THE LAST EPISODE!!! :D

[nerdynikki94]

Guys...the comparison between Bryan & Aaron's relationship with Mac & Dennis' relationship just fed my fucking soul tonight.

When Mac says he's not allowed to talk and Bryan says 'Me, either' and nods his head in Aaron's direction, you instantly see the comparison in the dynamic.

Also, I think the point is to read Bryan's speech to be his true feelings. I did an immediate re-watch, and in the cold open I noticed how when the reporter asks them specifically about their alcohol, Bryan puts all intellectual credit/responsibility on Aaron, but in a playfully light self-teasing kind of way. Still, he does take removed credit.

But, as we see with the way Bryan acknowledges Mac, he's aware of how Aaron treats him. He's keeping everything low stakes for himself on purpose.

Macdennis brainrot and all that, but their relationship seems to be a main focus this season. If they aren't working as a duo, like in FSEMOTG & TGGC, then we are getting nods to Dennis letting go of secrets from his past and trauma dumps of Mac’s heroes failing him, (Charlie too, but focusing on Macdennis for this post) - Though, speaking of Charlie, his character is intentionally split off from them this episode, despite it being their collective pitch. He's absolutely hilarious, but even though they all were in sync about the original idea, the trio doesn't work in the narrative parallel with our celebrity business partners.

This is the episode after Dennis dropped the Johnny Betrayal Bomb. We see Mac and Dennis side-by-side throughout the entire bar scene, standing together as a unit, even in the damn bathroom.

The audience is forced to examine the dynamic of their relationship. The constant tension between them and their bitching is used for comedy, but it's also used as foreshadowing for the belittling that occurs from Aaron towards Bryan.

But the difference is that's Mac’s being shitty back; he's not letting Dennis tell him how he feels about his clothes. He flat-out accuses Dennis, 'the smartest guy he's ever met', of choking. He smirks when Dennis stalks off in frustration. He also recognizes and points out the 'abusive relationship'. He even goes all high-neck, absolutely entranced when Bryan gets in Aaron's face.

When Bryan sits down and finishes his speech, 'Who's really in control here?' Dennis looks at Mac and then down for a moment before Bryan has his and scene moment.

Sunny loves her metaphors and parallels, okay?!

Maybe I'm unhinged, maybe I'm feral. But...

This is everything I've ever wanted to see in a dynamic shift.

I literally kept popping back into my Macden memo note when I rewatched FVR, before watching CB:TUCG, I finally started to feel a bit of structure to my fic. There was some growth I needed for Mac's character, so I tried to explain his behavior and overall denial towards Dennis' revelation in FVR. I really went in on his character's history. And I came to a theory about him.

And, honestly, S16E5 did wonders for cat-in-the-wall-ing some serious relationship acknowledgments and comparisons.

Honestly, I'm feeling so vindicated with how well this season is blending comedy with acknowledgments to the trauma of these characters and the picking apart of their dynamics.

I may be wrong, but I feel like there are less jokes per episode this season, and honestly, I mean this as a compliment. This is the longest running sitcom and these characters have been to hell and back. Hell, they've all stabbed each other in the back. But at some point, it has to affect things. We can't wear blinders to what their realities are. The relationships have to be examined, but more importantly, they have to change, even if only a little; otherwise, there's no point in the longest-standing journey.

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

The Secrets You Keep

Chapter 3

Pete tries to leave things alone for a while. He just sits and stews on what little information he has in his possession. He is a patient man, and part of him wants Vegas to come to him on his own. But it is becoming increasingly obvious that even though his little episodes of blankly staring off into space are increasing, he isn't going to be crawling to Pete to discuss it any time soon. 

He doesn't really know how to bring it up, though. There's never a good time. They are working, or fucking, or he doesn't want to ruin a decent day when Vegas is in a great mood. He knows he has to confront him at some point. He does. It just takes another month before the opportunity presents itself. 

They are both in a meeting with Porsche when it happens. 

Porsche says a name and Vegas's body jerks in his seat. Pete stares at him, watching the color drain from his face before he fakes a cough and slams his mask of indifference back into place before their boss can see anything is amiss. 

Pete watches him closely for the rest of the meeting, and while he never says anything out of the ordinary, he fidgets more than usual and looks incredibly uncomfortable as they climb into their car. 

Pete thinks about saying something on the way home but decides against it. Their bodyguard, Itt, is pretty trustworthy, Pete hired and trained him himself, but he knows how Vegas is. He wouldn't want any witnesses if he breaks down, and Pete is one hundred percent expecting a breakdown tonight. Especially because Pete is going to corner him. 

And Vegas hates being cornered. 

So he waits until they are home, until they are all alone and settling in for the night to start demanding answers. 

“So, are you going to tell me what happened earlier?” Pete asks him as they are changing into their sleep clothes. 

Vegas pauses, shirt halfway off as he looks over at him. “What do you mean?” He asks, pulling it the rest of the way off and yanking on the soft tee he likes to wear to bed. 

Pete just stares at him for a minute. He knows what Vegas is doing. He’s playing dumb. So he just waits until the tension rises uncomfortably between them and says,  “Who is Hiran Ayutthaya?” 

Vegas flinches back like Pete had struck him instead of simply saying a name. 

“Pete.” It comes out like a warning. 

Pete ignores it because he is so tired of playing this game. “No. Don't Pete me. And I don't want to hear another ‘I’m fine’ come out of your mouth.  You're the farthest thing from fine, and we both know it.” 

This time, when Vegas says his name it sounds almost painful, like it's being forcefully ripped from his throat. “Pete, please.” 

That makes him pause, but, “No. We are doing this. I'm really worried about you.” 

“I know but-” 

“If you know, then why won't you talk to me?” 

Vegas crosses his arms over his chest, his stance guarded. Pete hates it. He shouldn't have to feel guarded with him. “Because I don't want to talk about it.”

“Maybe you should, though. I really think you need it.”

“What makes you think you know what I need? You don’t fucking know anything.” 

Intellectually, he knows that Vegas is lashing out at him on purpose, to get him to back off, but the little jab still stings. “Stop.” 

He tilts his head and frowns. “Stop what? I'm not doing anything.”

“Stop trying to hurt me to shut me up.” He tells him, hands resting on his own hips. “It isn't going to work.” 

“That's not what I'm doing.” 

“Isn't it?” When Vegas just frowns at him he continues, “You're scared of me finding out something you've been hiding so you're going to dig into all the places you know I’m sensitive to make me hurt. To make me back off. But I don't care what you say. Only one thing will stop this conversation, and that's if you tell me to leave.” He knows he's doing the same thing here, hitting him where it hurts, but it's the truth.  The only way he's leaving this alone is if he's forced to physically leave. 

Vegas looks like he's just been punched but doesn't respond. 

“So, are you going to kick me out? Tell me to leave and never come back?”

“That's not fair.” He replies, tone low and face pinching in distress.

“I know it's not, but I can't keep tiptoeing around this, Vegas. I'm your partner. I'm supposed to be there for you. We are supposed to be doing this whole family thing together.  I'm supposed to be taking on your enemies with you, right by your side. And that includes the ones I can't see. I'm supposed to protect you. But how can I protect you if I don't know what's hurting you?”

His dark eyes look suspiciously wet as he quietly answers, “You can't protect me from this, baby.“ 

He searches Vegas’ face. He looks like he is either going to bolt from the room or disassociate right in front of him. This face right here is the reason they need to do this. 

“Then at least let me help you. Tell me what’s going on so I can help you when you withdraw from me. Please. You are always taking care of me. Don't you trust me to take care of you too?”

Vegas physically turns away from him, like he can't accept that Pete could love him and want to take care of him in the same way Vegas does. 

“Please.” He repeats, quieter this time. “Let me take care of you.”

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Watching MahoPre Mirai Days Ep 1

Firstly, I just wanna say congrats to everyone cuz our wait is finally over raaaa!! Our gals are here and are now back in action! <33

Ngl, I had rewatch this episode multiple times. First, I watched it with no subs then I rewatch it with subs and trying to see if I have missed anything. (And I rewatch it even more to make sure that I ain't dreaming it and so I can see Mirai--)

There are moments that is quite memorable for me. The first episode left me quite a good impression but also questions that would most likely answered as the series continues. I can't help but make a long post about this <33

So, here's my thoughts and observation so far so -spoilers ahead-

So, the first scene of Mirai Days is really my highlight of the episode and here's my compilation of thoughts:

It's funny how Mirai flails around across the moon just like Riko did in ep 1 of MahoPre. It was a nice touch. And then, she was accused of drinking by Mofurun XD

You know, it's a bit strange when Mirai thinks back of Riko, she appears as a 14-year-old girl instead of the Adult Riko. Is there something in there or am I reading it too much?

I love how Mirai complains of Riko not visiting her every once in a while. She's like a sulky girlfriend lmao.

On the other note, does this mean Riko did not visit her on her birthday??? Riko?? *squint eyes*

Anywaayyss, I love how Riko is giving the lecture about the fundamentals of magic and then cutting back to Mirai executing it. It feels like I've got a re-introduction on how MahoPre works <3

For someone who has had her magic taken from her for five years and regained it back for a year, Mirai's control of water is quite spectacular and creative, especially in that large amount of volume. I still recall how she struggled to form a Mofurun using water in ep 6. Really shows how much she has improved as a magician <3

"Some magicians do undercover work in the Non-Magic Work" -> cues to Mirai going back to the building to save a trapped grandma

I just realized, how the fuck does Mirai manage both of studies and social life and her vigilantism? I can't even juggle my 3 of my games properly TT. But on serious note, she is definitely pushing herself and I hope she knows her limits (which is probably a no cuz that's Mirai we're talking about)

"Our law states that the existence of magicians must remain hidden in the Non-Magic World" -- Riko, you failed that one since ep 1 lmao

From "Tonigh is Izayoi... I want to see her" in 49 to "Tonight is Izayoi. I wonder how she's doing" -- Asahina Mirai, you have no idea how you're putting me in shambles.

Aight, that was fun, let's move to another topic which was Airu (Isle? Whatever, I'm going Airu with this--). Originally, I thought of him as Deusmast's follower until he said he tamed one of them. From his outfit, I could say he is probably someone from the Non-Magic World who happens to stumble on Never Ending Chaos. His motives are vague aside from the fact he is seemed to be following some sort of script or at least on the process of making one since he did tell something about an "outline" is ready.

While I do wonder what he did to Ha-chan (after all, he single-handedly defeat/capture her), the only thing I've been curious about him is what is his connection to Mirai. Every villain in MahoPre so far has always addressed them as Precure, because they're a group obviously. But Airu, on the other hand, specifically addressed to Miracle and even called her real identity which was something their enemies don't do. Looking back now, it seems quite oddly specific of Airu to summon a teddy bear monster.

All in all, I love the episode. Their new transformation and attack has become even gayer which is good :D

Also, I love how Miracle gush about their new outfits. She's too kyut <33

[iantimony]

BIG tuesday

i skipped last tuesday because i was working on a take-home exam and simply did not have the time nor the inclination, so: beefy tuesdaypost today!

listening: my brother recommended 'dead magic' by anna von hausswolff and boy what an album. gothic, punchy, very vibey. the kind of album you let wash over you like an ocean wave.

pulled 'mostly kosher' from my to-listen list. fun, funky, very jewish, good vibes. ikh hob dikh tsufil lib

i've continued to mainline borodin symphonies 1 & 2. idk they're just hitting right.

and the new pieces for the orchestra i'm in - very french this time round: debussy's fêtes: kinda spooky and ominous and also fluid in a fun way! lots of buildup that seems to resolve into nothingness. horn parts for this are pretty good, not too difficult but are definitely Heard. chabrier's españa: really bumpin horn parts. fun bouncy motifs. what's not to like.

pocasting-wise, i'm up to partizan 38. 10 episodes left!!! the home stretch!!!!! it's so good but things are definitely amping up in the end-of-fatt-season way.

i've also listened to my friend b's gotham tv show podcast 'jim gordon must die'. very good and funny. i laughed out loud at some of the episode 3 descriptions.

reading: i was stuck in Bad Airport Times this past saturday (flight delayed 3 hours, then sat for an hour on the tarmac, arrived at 10pm when i was originally supposed to arrive at like 630) so i blasted through all ~150k words of 'freefall' by Kunoichi21 and xoTsundoku. bog-standard mafia au, but with a fun little circus arts twist; fun background fengqing; i do not like that they made beefleaf wholesome. give me my toxic beefleaf god damn it. but otherwise it was a fun read, sappy romcom-style. the fic itself isn't quite done but it's in endgame. the author notes have peak fanfic culture energy of "hey guys! sorry i didn't update, i started nursing school and my dad died" bro .... ;___; goddamn. please take care of urselves

watching: we are almost done with kill la kill! last two eps!!! so tonight we're doing that and also watching last week's dunmeshi together.

friend and i finished comrade detective. incredible. no notes. so funny. we started 'endeavour' which is a detective morse prequel thing and goddd the british-isms, and also started serial experiments lain. i don't know what i was expecting but god it was not this. i literally thought this was a cute fun hacker mystery show in the energy of cowboy bebop. it is Not That. not even close. it's good though i'm enjoying it. currently staggering through life going uhhhhh like lain does in the first few eps.

playing: fallow. i am re-installing disco elysium on my computer though. ive been wondering if i should try to keep going on the save file from last year or if i should just start over because i barely got in there at all.

making: many things. pottery!! some good some not as good.

so this design came out SO nice but the underglaze is so gd streaky! i hate it !!! i don't think it's really fixable either, i tried the hairspray trick to put new solid glaze over top the inside so at least that would look less like shit but i could not get it to work. maybe sanding it down? idk. it's ugly. it was supposed to be a bright teal but the woman who runs the studio mixed the batch up wrong so it's like. a really drab gray and not in a fun or intentional way. idk.

some new bisque:

teacups came out! still mismatched but cute nonetheless! gonna do them in a sort of celadon-type color with white flowers to match the teapot that my SO has :)

i don't feel like adding more photos for these lol they're very boring. the pot for my mom came out fine i think. gonna go in with normal white glaze over top to paint in some trees or other botanical designs. i sponged the underglaze on so hopefully the final result won't be streaky. sponged red on my seder plate to hopefully accomplish the same thing. mugs came through the bisque with no issues but i didn't do anything fun with underglaze on one of them so no new pics of that, but the other i did this tree thing again:

i KNOW it'll be streaky as hell. i just know. so i'm considering how i want to do it. perhaps putting some slightly transparent green over the top of it all to meld it together? unsure.

some new stuff: made a citrus juicer, this was attempt number 2 and just barely got it to work, attempt 1 was a total disaster. also made another mug type object, hopefully it'll still be wet enough this weekend to slap a handle on.

two mugs with red clay, i really loved the lascaux mugs that jessica bartram put up for sale last year but i didnt snag one in time so i was like. fuck it. i will make my own. gonna let them dry to leather hard before going in with black underglaze.

i've been trying to draw again but. idk. i just feel very uninspired. i start drawing and it's like :| :| :|

eating: i was on my own food-wise for much of the last week because my roommate was babysitting for the rabbi, so i did not eat nearly as extravagantly as i normally do, LOL. i made a lo mein recipe that was kinda just a stir fry. this could have been my fault because i added a bunch of extra shit like bok choy and mushrooms. i also didn't use the correct type of noodle, and i didnt have oyster sauce so i used worcestershire, etc. many substitutions so it's probably not fair for me to say it was Just Fine. will have to try again at some later date actually following the recipe. herb and radish salad with feta and walnuts: delicious. 10/10. i tossed in some extra arugula and that was also good. and i made the tofu brussel sprouts tahini/hoisin sauce thing again because it's easy and tasty.

misc: visiting my grandma right now ...... entrenched in the ennui .............. spring break ........................

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last song listened to: Who Do You Love? by Bo Diddley, though by the time I finished typing this, it reached Bo's A Lumber Jack

currently reading: Lionel Asbo: State Of England by Martin Amis, I've read Amis' Time's Arrow when I was in high school and I loved it so much that I bought this book when I was like a freshman in college, but didn't pick it up until now

currently watching: Succession (last two episodes tonight) and The North Water, not to speak of all the shows I've paused, Columbo, Quantum Leap and Painting With John among others

currently obsessed with: some wouldn't notice on account of me shutting the fuck up for the most time, but Trainspotting, it (re)started with a Robert Carlyle obsession after seeing The Full Monty in November and then it just went downhill because I decided to revisit the movie for the first time since like 2017 or so and then I started reading all the sequels that I bought but haven't read, I'm still waiting for Dead Men's Trousers to arrive, I'm saving Skag Boys for the very end, it's full blown and out of control. And the Robert Carlyle obsession is still going strong as well, which, again, might not be obvious unless you keep track of my Letterboxd, I suppose, maybe not even there

I tag: @parvusmundus @milfjagger @imperaptorfuriosa @pikslasrce @talkshowhost1996 @meme-streets @meadow-dusk @acheronist and @toohalloweeny (only if you guys want to, of course <3)