#Knocked it out of the park

[dujour13]

The Fool / The Lark - new beginnings, improvisation, trust in the universe and intuition

"It'll be fine."

My OC Siavash by the wonderful @goatanarchy who works Elyisan magic for real 🦋🦋🦋 Thank you Arsha 💕💕💕

A link to my fic The Lark and the Crow on AO3

[kanerallels]

I'm legit obsessed with this movie okay it's a masterpiece

[lightscamerabitchsmileee]

Just listened to Marianas Trench's new album "Haven" and as usual they knock it out of the park 😊😊 I really feel this is their best since Ever After honestly (not that Astoria & Phantoms aren't amazing albums too but still) the production and instrumentation are top notch once again & Josh still proves he has the best male vocal range in the business lol, the HARMONIES and the writing is impressive 😊😊

Some of my favorites include obviously the singles (A Normal Life, Lightning & Thunder, I'm Not Getting Better and Down To You) but also I love Ancient History, Worlds Collide, Nights Like These and Remember Me By 😊😊 truly one of their best 😊😊

[vickyvicarious]

Jonathan's voice is SO strained and shaky and horrified at the start of today! I do love how you can hear the accuracy of "I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me." -Because while certainly not at all times throughout the entry, it really does seem to help calm him down and order his thoughts.

Love the little rebellion in his voice at: "The Count's warning came into my mind, but I took a pleasure in disobeying it." Good for you, Jonathan! I mean. I mean it doesn't turn out good at all but you know what I mean.

Once again his voice getting all airy and almost sing-song as he talks about the ladies in his imagination, it's so sweet - but this time the music is a kind of creepy tinging lullaby like in a horror movie, making that same sweetness feel almost sickly ominous. And the little laughs and sounds of the ladies moving around were SO DAMN CREEPY, I absolutely loved it. Sent shivers up my spine, only increasing as the music got louder/we got further into the scene. I cannot recommend enough listening on headphones to get the full surround-sound, because them giggling and circling around me was SO spooky and SO good.

I love everything to do with the ladies. The way their voices are a little bit extra echoey and almost sound a little layered and unreal.... The sound of her breath. I can't describe the laughs enough. All of it. I could feel the exact same horrible yet pleasurable building anticipation as Jonathan throughout that whole passage, it's so so well done.

Contrast how deep and powerful the music gets when Dracula arrive. It at some moments reminds me of a beating heart, getting faster. And their lighter more tinkling music is almost immediately driven out by the power of his entrance. When they laugh at him it comes back, but only for a moment. The way Dracula says, "I too can love." The whisper of his voice on his promise to share Jonathan later. GOD, it's all so good.

Not to mention the fuckin BABY SOUNDS, absolutely horrifying.

...but despite all the horror, Jonathan does sound so much steadier at the end than at the start. Again, I love so much the way that you can hear the process of writing this out steadying him. It's vitally important not only for gathering evidence to confirm his sanity, but also to in-the-moment calm him down at least a little.

[twigcollins]

Rarely has there been a character like Kratos in God of War (2018) and God of War: Ragnarok, because nobody was writing the ham-handedly written, deliberately over-the-top 90′s edgelord at the time with the ultimate idea of “ok, well what does it mean when you do the one thing this character knows how to do - the one thing that the MAJORITY of our media tells us will - in the end - get you to the end result you want, or even if it doesn’t, that it will be a satisfying narrative conclusion - and you get there, and it doesn’t.”

So you do it again in the sequel, and it doesn’t, and you do it again, and it doesn’t, revenge after revenge after retaliation after misguided attempt to do better and it goes and it goes and you die and it doesn’t matter and you claw your way back to life and it keeps going and you’re a king and a god and a monster, worshiped and loved and feared and hated and it goes and it goes and it just keeps going.

Until you’ve eliminated the world of anyone who could even provide context or understanding of what it could possibly mean.  It’s just you and the thing that you can do and the absolute vacancy of the world you create by doing that thing.

And then you’re in a new world, which still plays by the old rules, everyone rallying under the old assumptions that if you just punch face hard enough and L3 for the brutal kill takedown enough, you will win.  You will be the winner and it will have to mean something.

But you’ve already been there, through four increasingly massive and increasingly meaningless games.  You’ve been there more than anyone has ever been there, and you know that it means nothing.  You don’t know how to protect the people that are most important to you - you don’t even know how to explain yourself to them - but you know that all the breathtakingly unstoppable skills in your possession will ultimately be futile to doing what you actually need to do.

I am fascinated by characters surviving beyond the expectations of their own narrative, and partly due to the way that it happened in real time, Kratos really is just one of the very best.

[arcane-vagabond]

That’s right, it’s all thanks to me - Coach Baby 😎

This Sunday Is for My Girl | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Jake can barely remember what Sundays were like before you were part of his football watching tradition. When his team makes it all the way to the Super Bowl, his nervous energy practically has you on edge too, but you formulate a plan to distract him. The results are better than you could have predicted.

Warnings: Fluffy Jake, oral, smut, coach/football player roleplay, 18+

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Written to accompany Sundays Are for the Boys! Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @thedroneranger

It was Super Bowl Sunday, and your boyfriend was in rare form. He was up and out of bed at the crack of dawn, cleaning the living room even though the game didn't start until later in the afternoon. You rolled over and tried to cover your head with a pillow when you heard him start running the vacuum, but it was no use. Now you were wide awake and stumbling out of his bedroom.

"Jake," you called out over the noise as you stood behind the couch. "Jake!"

"Yeah, Baby?" he shouted, not bothering to turn the appliance off. You reached along the cord and pulled the plug from the wall, and his brow creased as he asked, "What's wrong?"

You rubbed your eyes with your hands. "It's eight o'clock. You've been cleaning and running around for two hours. Your friends won't even be here until the game is about to start. Come back to bed!"

But Jake shook his head and planted his hands on his hips. "Can't, Baby. It's the big day."

You sighed and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing the Dallas Cowboys logo on his shirt. "You're nervous about the game?"

He groaned and whispered, "The Cowboys never make it to the Super Bowl. I swear this all happened because of you, and I don't want them to let us down now."

"That's sweet," you whispered, rubbing your cheek against his chest as an idea started to form in your mind. "But if you keep stressing about this, you won't even be able to enjoy the game. So... how about I try to take your mind off of it for a little bit?"

He kissed the top of your head. "How are you going to do that?"

"I have a pretty good idea."

Jake followed you into his bedroom, your fingers loosely linked with his. He stood patiently as you pulled out one of his blue and gray Cowboys jerseys and a pair of gym shorts, and then he watched you change into your pink jersey and some shorts. "You look cute," he mumbled, and you smirked. He wouldn't be saying that in a few more minutes. 

"Come on," you coaxed once he got changed as well. "Come into the bathroom." You messed up his hair with your fingers and then swiped some mascara on a q-tip along the tops of his cheeks. "Just like the pros," you whispered once he had the black lines in place. 

"What's your plan, Baby?" he asked, looking at himself in the mirror with a laugh.

Instead of answering his question quite yet, you asked him, "Where's your whistle? From when you coached youth football? The silver one on the lanyard?"

"I think it's in my nightstand," he mumbled, reaching for you as you slipped out of his grasp. "Where are you going? You know that pink jersey makes me wild." He followed you back into the bedroom where you rooted around in his drawer until you found the whistle and looped it around your neck. "Baby?"

"That's Coach Baby to you, Seresin. Now drop and give me twenty."

His eyes went wide as his lips parted. "Coach Baby?" he whispered, bringing his hands up to your hips. 

You blew the whistle softly and said, "Ten more push ups for touching your coach without permission. That's thirty. Count them off."

With wide green eyes filled with lust and confusion, Jake dropped down into a push up position right there next to his bed and counted out each one he did until he got to thirty, making it look easy. When he popped back up to his feet with an expectant look on his face, you smiled. Keeping him distracted like this was going to be all too easy. "Let's go, Seresin. Get your shoes on. You're going for a run."

"I am?" he asked, and you blew the whistle again. 

"Call me Coach Baby when you're addressing me! I want you nice and sweaty!"

"Yes, Coach Baby," he recited with his back rigid before he ran for his closet to get some socks and shoes. 

You stood on the front porch with the whistle perched between your lips and your hands planted on your hips as Jake ran back and forth, up and down his street. This was almost too much fun for you, tooting the whistle each time he ran past. When you estimated that he must have run three miles, you called him back to the porch, pleased to see that a sheen of sweat was coating his face now.

When his next door neighbor waved as she walked her Cocker Spaniel, you and Jake both said, "Hi, Nancy," before you pointed to the cement at your feet. You didn't really care if everyone else in his neighborhood thought the two of you had lost it, you were getting a little turned on by the smell of fresh sweat and the warmth of his body right in front of you.

"Thirty more push ups," you told him, trying not to smile as your black eye makeup started to smudge on his face. "And make them snappy, Seresin. If you want to start in to today's game, I expect some hustle out of you."

"Yes, Coach Baby," he replied, dropping and giving you thirty more effortless looking push ups. He was all bulging biceps and sexy drawl as he counted them off for you, and you found yourself pressing your thighs together gently.

"Thirty," he said, only slightly out of breath as he hopped to his feet. Damn, his Navy training was better than you thought if he was still barely winded. You had to scramble for something for him to do now as you handed him a water bottle and watched him wipe his forehead with his forearm. He chugged the whole bottle and tossed it aside on the porch, looking at you expectantly. "I'm ready, Coach Baby."

You nodded and murmured, "You always did have good stamina," before you cleared your throat. "Fifty jumping jacks, Seresin. No stopping. Count them off." You blew the whistle with one long toot when you were ready for him to start, and you had to stand there with your arms crossed and watch him. When you started this little exercise, you didn't think you'd end up as short of breath as him, but you were wrong. 

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..."

"Beautiful form, Seresin," you said, nodding like you had any actual expectations at this point other than making him as sweaty as possible before you caved and took him to bed. "Keep going." He grinned at you until you narrowed your eyes and walked around him in a circle.

"Yes, Coach Baby," he replied, not missing a single count in his jumping jacks. 

When he got to fifty, you tooted the whistle again and said, "Sit ups, Seresin. Fifty of them. And make them quick, because I have plans for you."

He eased himself onto his back on the porch as he grinned and said, "What kind of plans, Coach Baby?"

As he started to fold his body for the first sit up, you stepped over him with one foot so you were standing and straddling his hips. He looked up at you with a little smirk as you eased yourself down so you were sitting gently on his thighs while he finished his first sit up. "Plans that will be more fun if you're all sweaty and messy. Plans that will require me to join you in the locker room showers afterwards."

Jake cranked out a few more sit ups as he grunted, "I think I like these plans."

You let his lips get very close to yours, but you didn't kiss him. "Count them out!" you demanded, and when he started counting louder, you brushed your lips to his one time. 

And that was a mistake, because now you were clutching the metal whistle in one hand and squeezing your own thigh with the other as his powerful, muscular body worked beneath you. The tang of his sweat on your lips was delicious, and you wanted more. He raised and lowered his body with perfect, fluid movements, occasionally dripping some sweat on your legs. 

"Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty."

You practically moaned, "Let's hit the locker room."

"Whatever you say, Coach Baby," he murmured against your neck as he easily stood with you in his arms and opened the front door. 

You ran your fingers through his damp hair and whispered, "When I say the locker room, I really mean your bedroom. And I expect this stellar performance to continue. Understand?"

"You got it."

You somehow ended up underneath him on the bedroom floor as you asked, "Do you think you have a few more push ups in you, Seresin? I'll let you be my starter today if you can give me ten more."

Jake lowered himself down slowly and kissed you sweetly, and when he raised himself up again, you giggled and said, "One."

When he started to lower himself down again, you pushed his hair back from his forehead while he kissed you softly. "Two," you whispered as he pushed himself up.

The third kiss wasn't quite as sweet, and the fourth one wasn't either. The fifth kiss was a little rough, and the sixth ended with a swipe of his tongue against yours. The seventh one left you panting.

"Eight," you moaned, already needy for more. "Nine," you whined, spreading your legs a little wider underneath him. "Ten! That was quite a performance, Seresin." 

Jake devoured your mouth, and you could practically taste his adrenaline as he pulled your shorts and underwear off. Your senses were all muddled as his lips found their way down to your bare inner thigh where he nipped you. "Ready for another kind of performance?"

"Absolutely."

"Alright," he said before pressing his lips to your pussy. "Count it out, Coach Baby."

You started out saying coherent numbers in order, and then you couldn't focus as you rambled off whatever came to your mind. "Thirty-five? I don't know, Jake. Oh my god! Jake!" His tongue was working you into a frenzy as he tasted and licked you up and down. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling a little hard on the strands as he made you come on his face. "Fifty! One hundred! Two thousand!" you panted, and you could hear him chuckle as you started to come down from your orgasm. "I forgot how to count."

"You sure did," he drawled softly, pulling you into his arms. "Let's hit the showers."

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Jake had you giggling, pinned against the tile wall of his shower. Your fingertips were all wrinkly from being wet for so long, just like his, but he didn't want to get out yet. 

"You still have some of my mascara on your cheeks," you whispered, running your prune-y thumbs gently along his skin before kissing him there. "That's better."

"I love you," he said before kissing the tip of your nose. "Coach Baby." That sent you into another fit of giggles. "I thought the whistle was a nice touch. Very hot."

"I'm glad you think so," you replied, running your fingers through his squeaky clean hair. "We should get out. The boys will all be here pretty soon."

Jake looked at you in surprise. It was Super Bowl Sunday, and you'd managed to distract him for several hours with your antics. "You're right," he said as he turned off the water. "Damn, you're good. You know that?"

"Of course I do," you said with a smirk as he handed you a towel. "Now let me put my pretty pink jersey on again so the Cowboys can win the big game for you."

And with those words, Jake was somehow instantly thrumming with need again as you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel. He followed you and helped you into your jersey just in time for Bob, Javy and Bradley to arrive, and the guys all greeted you just like you were one of them. You were even talking game stats as you assembled another charcuterie board that they all demolished within twenty minutes of the start of the game. 

Mickey spilled a High Noon on your lap when he laughed too hard at a Doritos commercial, and Reuben ate the last slice of pizza with your preferred topping, but you never complained about anything. And Jake couldn't even remember what Sundays were like before he had you. Not that he wanted to. 

"It looks like your Cowboys are going to win," you gasped excitedly when there were just two minutes left in the game and they got possession of the ball once more. "I knew they would do it."

"All thanks to you, Coach Baby," he whispered, kissing you breathless while the game played in the background.

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Jake and I will be cheering for the Cowboys today. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[pulquedeguayaba]

Con O'Neill's acting in these episodes omg

[alabasterpickles]

I’m EXTREMELY hyped for the new Ultraman Rising movie so I designed shirts for my fam and I to wear for the premier!!

It’s literally my favorite trope of all time and features a giant pink lizard baby, I am smitten

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

sorry we put your morally complex black female character in a fandom. yeah they're vilifying her for making difficult decisions under severe duress. yeah no it's too late, they're already writing porn about the random white guy with 30 seconds of screentime who did all the same bad stuff that she did but for worse reasons. yeah. yeah no. not really anything we can do at this point. sorry

[foolsabode]

THIS IS EVERYTHING

i didnt miss maid day 😭😭😭😭

[xiaq]

Watching this debate is like watching a toddler argue with a lawyer except the moderators have to try and keep a straight face and treat the toddler's tantrums with equal gravity and sincerity to the lawyer's comprehensive, empirical, statements.

[kwistowee]

I don't know how well I can put my thoughts about this exchange into words, but I'm gonna try.

Kate has resolutely kept her walls up around Tyler for the majority of their interactions, but she just chose to be incredibly vulnerable with him. She let him see a fraction of how much pain she carries with her and it stops him in his tracks. (The camera literally stops panning around them the moment her dam bursts, and he stands completely still as she pours out her guilt over her past failure.)

Tyler respects Kate. He admires her capacity to read and to tackle this thing they both love. But now, for the first time, he's beginning to understand just how challenging storm chasing again actually is for her. How much fear and sorrow, how much trauma and torment it carries for her. He is stilled by the realization that this clever, fascinating woman is trapped under the weight of her past, and he gently encourages her to consider taking ownership of that pain by acting rather than surrendering.

But she's not ready. She side-steps his question entirely, stating that he should rest so he doesn't miss any storms the next day while wiping her tears away and trying for a bit of a smile.

And look at the way that shatters him.

He cuts himself off from replying and the grief in his face as he shakes his head and looks down shreds my heartstrings. Storm chasing is absolutely the last thing on his mind right now; he's concerned for her. He has taken every possible opportunity to seek her out in an effort to understand her since the moment their paths crossed. So maybe he's blindsided by the idea that she thinks his primary concern is not missing any storms. Normally, that might be true. He absolutely loves his job. The joy he finds out in the field chasing tornadoes radiates from his entire being every time he does it. And yet none of that passion comes close to how much he is centered on her and her pain in this moment.

But he can't tell her that. He's not ready to admit she is his primary concern and I think he recognizes in this moment that she's not ready to hear that yet either. She has effectively ended the conversation and dismissed him for the night. So he raises his eyebrows in a subtle agreement to go along with what she has said and he clamps his mouth shut. He returns her research notes to her and silently exits the barn to give her space.

And I cannot stop thinking about how much he just conveyed about the depth of his feelings for her with just a few micro expressions.

[soapyakships]

this heat sure is abnormal

[dinolich]

THATS MY WHISKEYYYYY

fullbody commission for @dinolich !

[blacktabbygames]

We're thrilled to announce that we've wrapped principal development work on Slay the Princess — The Pristine Cut. We'll be releasing it this Fall (date TBD) so we can simultaneous ship the update with both the game's console release (surprise!) as well as official subtitling support for 11 new languages, all with the help of our wonderful new partners at Serenity Forge (who you might know from their publishing work on Doki Doki Literature Club Plus!)

There's a lot for us to share about The Pristine Cut, but before we get into the details, please check out our new trailer!

Here's what we've got coming for you: Content

For those of you who are just now hearing about The Pristine Cut, it's an entirely free director's cut of the game that adds about 35% more content on top of the initial release.

This includes massive expansions to The Den, The Apotheosis, and The Fury routes, each of which is over three times bigger than their release versions, with tons of variations to discover across multiple playthroughs.

On top of this, we're adding three brand new chapter three routes that will add even more depth to your stories with The Damsel, The Prisoner, and The Spectre.

And we're adding a new ending.

All in all, these additions come to over 2,500 new voice lines, over 1,200 new hand-drawn illustrations, and over 15 new tracks of music.

We're also adding an extensive CG gallery with over 400 unlocks to help all you completionists track your progress, complete with cryptic hints to help you discover some of the game's more obscure and buried interactions.

Languages

And all of this is coming with a giant wave of localization support, covering the following languages: Simplified and Traditional Chinese, Korean, Japanese, French, German, Russian, Spanish (Latin American), Brazilian Portuguese, Italian, and Polish. These localizations are just going to cover subtitles, so we can be as thorough as possible about maintaining the quality of Jonny and Nichole's performances.

Consoles, Physical Release and New Merch

With the help of Serenity Forge, we’re bringing Slay the Princess — The Pristine Cut to every major current console — Nintendo Switch, PS4 + 5, and Xbox.

And these won’t just be available as digital downloads. You’ll also be able to pick up a physical edition for the Switch and PS5, with an exclusive sticker sheet and a download code for the game’s soundtrack.

And if that’s not enough we’re also doing a Collector’s Edition, complete with a 7 inch statue of the Princess, a mirror with a lenticular lens, an acrylic standee, and more.

And finally (for now), we’re launching the first wave of new line of sticker sheets, featuring chibi art of the Princesses as seen in The Pristine Cut’s new gallery. Pre-order them now at Topatoco!

Alongside these developments, we've also launched a new website for the game: check out slaytheprincess.com where you can order the physical editions, check out merch, and more!

Thank you so much for your patience while we've worked to make The Pristine Cut the definitive version of Slay the Princess. We can't wait to share all of the game's new stories with you this Fall.

Until then, we're back to working full-time on the next Episode of Scarlet Hollow (and have been for about a few weeks now!)

Best, Abby and Tony

[hey-hey-j]

so the context for this is that yesterday I woke up with a weirdly clear vision of how I would design various "Branch raised by one of his brothers" AUs and so here we are. Vacay!Branch is probably the most well-adjusted but even he's incapable of relaxing unless he's keeping himself busy (he's a menace with that megaphone).

(★ my Kofi)