#Let's Dance 2k24

[isalabells]

[musaeon]

" happy birthday, sumire. " akira smiles, having invited her to leblanc for her present, and he gives it to her in the form of her favorite dish. she'll never know the amount of trial and error he went through trying to make sure it was perfect for her.

     "Thank you senpai!" It's been a bit of a... different birthday this year. Not that it's a bad thing necessarily, but after everything that happened last year, it's been a bit of an adjustment for everything. At least she hasn't been alone this year; the rest of the thieves had sent her various texts (or in the case of Morgana, made Akira send a text on his behalf, and Futaba had told in her person) and her parents had been doing what they could to make her loved today.

     It's hard to believe she had almost wanted to throw all this away for some fairy-tale like dream.

     But she hadn't, and here she is with all this now. Thanks to the help of everyone, she's still here and more sure of herself than before. Sumire couldn't be more grateful for all this.

     She wasn't sure what she was expecting when Akira had invited her here for her present, but when she's presented with a meal in front of her, it all makes sense. Not only that, but her favorite one... her senpai really knew how to make her day.

     "Senpai... you really didn't have to do anything for me you know. Still... thank you. I'm sure you did a great job making this for me, so I'll be sure to enjoy it!"

[huuuuughes]

First Time Feeling - Mat Barzal x Reader

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: so much fluff, did i go overboard? maybe lol

A/N: this was my first time participating in a fic exchange and i honestly had so much fun. this is for the summer fic exchange 2k24 hosted by the lovely @wyattjohnston. it is written for the also fantastic @ahockeywrites! i am your friendly neighborhood exchange writer. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it!

also i used google translate for the french. pls dont come for me if its not right im doing my best

It’s that time of year, when hockey pauses and every hockey player you know has a wedding because they scarcely get to have them in season. Growing up a coach's daughter, you were not unfamiliar with NHL weddings, and it meant your best friends were other kids from the organization your dad was in at the time. Now that you were getting to be that age it meant everyone you knew was having weddings.

Except you.

You were the one single person remaining in the bridal party for your best friend. Everyone did their best to try and include you without making it feel like third wheeling but sometimes it felt like that anyway. It wasn’t like they could help it and you were always happy for them. Weddings just seemed to rub salt in a wound now. Being alone scared you more than a lot of things. Which is why you were taking this bachelorette weekend to let loose and have fun. At least more than you usually let yourself. Your ability to do shots at a fast pace and without hesitation got you to that buzzed feeling a little too quickly.

But everyone was having fun. The band that was playing for the bar was insanely good and every song kept making you wanna dance. You managed to drag a few of your friends out onto the dance floor with you and it was the first time you felt free in a very long time.

“We’re gonna go get a drink, do you want something?!” Hannah attempts to yell over the volume of the music.

“YEAH, just water is good! Thanks!” You didn’t want to leave the dance floor- you were having a really good time. You let the music be your happy place for the moment, forgetting any problem you had before coming in the door. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a trio of men looking at you. And then you have to do a double take, because you’d just seen those same 3 men at the previous bar, and the one before that…

Moving to a different spot on the dance floor didn’t seem to help. Hannah still wasn’t back from the bar and you were starting to think that these creeps were trying to form some kind of blockade. It was unsettling, but your usual fears were blurred by the alcohol that was currently coursing through your veins. You had forgotten there was a reason you didn’t like to drink that often. Then there was a tap on your shoulder, and as you turned around one of them was right there.

“You wanna dance sweetheart?” He screamed in your ear.

“No thanks! Just waiting for a friend!”

“I don’t see that friend anywhere right now, why don’t you want to dance?” Attempting to get closer to you, he moved forward causing you to back up into a stranger. Another one of his friends, you discovered, once you saw the first one smirk like there was some kind of inside joke that you weren’t in on.

“I said no.”

“That’s not what that outfit says.”

“Get away from me you fucking creep.” Your voice was firm, attempting to just go back to having fun. You closed your eyes, trying to let the music flow through you again. When you opened them there was yet another man coming at you, but this one didn’t feel threatening. He looked familiar, like you had maybe seen him before in passing. You couldn’t place it sober, and you definitely couldn’t in the current state you were in. He was making a beeline for you, pushing the first creep out of his way and almost onto the ground.

“Holy shit babe, there you are!You, my love, are too drunk! Time to go home!” Before you knew it he was reaching for your waist and your feet were no longer touching the ground. He throws you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a paper weight. Instead of the panic you should have felt, you relaxed over him. You didn’t fight the motion, it felt good to just stop for a moment. But then you realized that you really didn’t know who this was either and you just let a strange man pick you up and carry you out of the dance floor area.

“UM YEA HI, WHO ARE YOU?” You attempted to yell at him but the music was still loud. He either didn’t hear you or chose not to respond because you didn’t receive a response.

“Excuse me! Sir! I demand to know who you are please!”

Still nothing from him. He was like a big brick wall.

“JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST MAN HANDLE ME.”

But then you were on the ground again. It had felt like years before he set you down again but when he did you were once again reunited with your friends. You finally had a chance to get a good look at the stranger who carried you. He was definitely over six feet tall, and was honestly the hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. His eyes were a soft brown color that you could almost drown in. His hair was also brown, and fell in different directions all over his head. The expression on his face was a neutral one, but you felt drawn to him.

“Girl holy shit, why didn’t you tell us those creeps were still following you?!”

“Stop shouting at him babe, you are FINE!”

“You guys failed to mention your friend was such a chatterbox when she’s intoxicated.” The man laughed, but you could barely focus on anything with the way the world seemed to be swaying about.

“Thanks so much Mat, for rescuing our friend. She’s kind of key to the wedding festivities this weekend.”

“No problem. I hope your night gets better from here. Tell Coach I said hi. Maybe I’ll see you this weekend ladies.” He winked, like he knew he was going to but was just saying that to be clever. He looked like he felt accomplished about your frustrated state. As if he found it cute or endearing that you were so small yet had so much anger.

“You know she’s single Mat!” One of your friends interjected. And with that the handsome stranger who now had a name walked off and out of the bar, and you wondered who his friends were. You watched as a smile broke out on his face again, as if he was thinking hard about the proposition just said to him.

“Have a safe night ladies.” He lifted his head in a nod and you watched him walk out of the bar and out of your sight.

Everyone in your group had also decided that they had enough for the night and you booked it back to your hotel. The wedding was in 2 days, and the rehearsal dinner is tomorrow evening. Tonight was the last night to let loose and perhaps you had come too loose.

The next morning…

Your head was pounding. Opening your eyes was a no go, the light too painful to look at. It was like your entire head was pulsing. Liquor should definitely not be mixed with any other type of alcohol, you thought.

“WAKEY WAKEY BITCH, UP AND AT EM!” The bride came into your room, clearly more ready to tackle the day than you were.

“Oh my god Hannah. STOP YELLING. My head is killing me…” you groaned.

“Oh I know, I was there too, bestie. I’ve brought Tylenol and water, and there’s breakfast in my room. Oh and here’s some sunglasses. Those might help for a bit.” She thrust all of the items in your arms and helped you sit up without dying.

“Come on, we have a bridal party meeting, maid of honor!”

You loved Hannah, you really did, but if she didn’t lower her volume you thought your head might explode. After a quick shower, some meds, and an outfit change you were ready for the bridal party meeting there was to be had. When you walked into the room it was a mixture of excitement and groaning. All of the bridesmaids looked like they’d been through it, but the groomsmen were relaxed. The groom had his party a few weeks ago, just in case any shenanigans ensued.

“There she is!”

That voice. You knew that voice…God why did you know that voice?

You almost dropped the plate of food in your hands. When you turned around the shock of who it was rendered you speechless. It was the man who carried you across the bar last night. The man you thought you’d never see again after that embarrassing spectacle you’d caused. The memory was slowly coming back to you, and you really, really hoped there wasn’t video evidence.

“Good to see you survived your journey home.” He smirked.

“Wait! Do you know Mat?!” Clutterbuck asked. You knew Cal from your dad’s years in the league. You knew most of the people in the room, but Mat had been a pretty private guy. You didn’t really know much about him other than he was damn good at hockey and had pretty nice eyes. Since you only knew him in passing, you had never heard him talk much and drunk, you definitely did not recognize him. You felt like the blood had entirely drained from your face all you could think of was how quickly you could get out of that room.

“Apparently I do.” Your eyes tried to stay fixed on the ground as the meeting got started. It was basically just going over who was going to walk down the aisle with who and what everyone’s entrances would be for the reception.

“So, you’ll be with Mat. You guys good with that?” You locked eyes with your best friend. You knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to play matchmaker without even asking you first. How would she even know if he was your type?

“I mean I-,” You stammered.

“Yeah, it sounds great to me.”

Finally you had to look at him. Of course he would say that, maybe he was in on it, you were being tortured by all of your friends. You had to begin lining up to practice, making sure you didn’t fall flat on your face and embarrass the bride. They all knew him, there was definitely an underlying motive. You had a feeling it was because they didn’t want everyone to pair up and you were left by yourself. It was a nice gesture, but being filled in would have felt nice so you did not in fact have a strange man picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder in a bar.

Being the maid of honor, you were last in the order to go. You waited patiently in the back of the line, the only one who was not linked in arms with their partner. Mat offered his arm to you, attempting to show some good will.

“You gonna take it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about last night. Your friends told me to come get you by whatever means necessary so that is what I did.”

“So you decided the only way was to pick me up with no warning? Who taught you to do that?” You threw your arms up in the air almost in defeat, you didn’t know what to make of what he did. You may have been drunk but you were never going to forget looking down at the ground when being carried across the room.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” He shrugged and still somehow managed to look smug. He knows what he’s doing, and he definitely thought that he was being charming by doing so.

“I want you to tell me why you did that! All you had to do was grab my hand and lead me away!” You’d had enough of his games. You were going to get some answers before the night was over and done with.

“They all seem to know you, but I don’t. Why is that?” You had turned to face him, staring him down in order to get him to crack. It was almost your turn. You’d run into a slight issue when the bride decided she wanted to switch up the order of things before the honors of maid of honor and best man. All this meant was more time to get him to crack, which if he had known any better, would not take you very long. His resolve was weakening, and quickly.

“I’ve been around. You just haven’t noticed me.”

“I think I would have noticed you.” It would be hard to miss someone as pretty as he was. Did you really just admit that? Your dad hadn’t been with the Islanders for several years, but you still knew who most of the team was. Based on what you had managed to Google on the walk from the meeting to the present rehearsal location was that he was a pretty damn good hockey player.

“I don’t think so sweetheart. Your friends have told me all about you too, you know.”

“Oh yeah? What did they tell you?” You were almost angry but didn’t know why.

“Well for starters they just want you to be happy. They know you haven’t been happy for a little while now.” He smiled at you, and you tried not to melt in response. The way your body reacted so physically to him when all he did was smile was not something that you could ignore.

“And what else?” You prompted.

“My last relationship was some time ago, and let’s just say it didn’t end that well. They’ve noticed I haven’t been happy either.”

“You look happy to me.”

“Looks can be deceiving. The cameras and the media pick up only what they want to see.” This time he didn’t meet your eye. Which told you everything you needed to know. You would never understand how strangers and the media thought they knew someone just by what you see them do as an athlete. As if they don’t have personal lives or things that are important to them. Your suspicions were confirmed, but not in the way you thought. Of course your friends wanted to set you up with someone. Not to be funny or to try and make a joke, but they hated to see you so unhappy. Things were starting to make a little more sense.

“So you knew their motives?” You asked, feeling bad about how you had sort of gone at him without knowing why. You couldn’t undo the years of crappy guys that you had to deal with in the past, but now you could learn to give Mat a better chance.

“Partially. I knew they wanted to set me up with someone, but I don’t enjoy the anxiety of blind dates. They didn’t want me to say anything to you- they wanted to protect you. Based on your reaction I’m guessing you don’t enjoy surprises either.”

“Correct. So what would you like to do about this?” You asked, hopeful.

“I think we should see where the weekend takes us, and go from there. How’s that sound?”

You hoped that he couldn’t see the blush starting to appear in your cheeks. Your friends did this on purpose. They wouldn’t just set you up with some hockey player they didn’t know or trust, they knew he had to be vetted first. They also knew that you wouldn’t just take being set up with someone due to your stubbornness, so this was the only way they knew how to get to you.

“I’d like that.” His smile was infectious and you could feel yourself reciprocating.

Once the rehearsal dinner was figured out, the rest of the evening seemed to go as planned. Most importantly, the bride was happy. You noticed Mat across the room, smiling at you. You were alone at the bar, and watched him excuse himself from the conversation he was having to walk your direction.

“You wanna get out of here?” It was almost a whisper, so only you could hear it. You looked around the room to make sure that your absence wouldn’t be noticed.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You took the hand that he offered you and followed him out of the room. His car was already waiting, the perks of having the wedding on Long Island was a lot of the wedding guests already lived in the area.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking out when I’m not supposed to!” He held the door open for you as you slid in, and he climbed into the driver’s seat, “Where are you taking me sir?”

The sun was starting to set, making the sky an orangish pink color. It was like all of the colors of the sky melting together, painting a beautiful scene that no camera could ever do justice. He reached over and grabbed your hand as he began to drive. It looked like he was going nowhere in particular, and he squeezed your hand gently. You appreciated a first move when you saw one, it took the anxiety out of the way and you instantly felt more relaxed around him.

“There’s somewhere I want to show you. It’s not that far from here, is that okay?” You nodded. According to maps, the destination was only a few miles away. It was almost dark out, but not quite. The sun rested quietly in the sky, hovering just above the skyline ready to disappear. Mat still held your hand in his, gently squeezing every so often as if to reassure you of something but you weren’t quite sure what yet. When you arrived at your destination, there wasn’t another car to be seen. The only sound came from a distance, and then you looked around.

“Where are we?” You asked.

“Crescent Beach. I used to come here a lot when I first came to New York. The city can be overwhelming sometimes, but out here you can actually hear yourself think. The sunset’s here are something to behold, I’ve heard.” He held out his hand for you to take, and led you on to the beach. He had already grabbed two blankets from his trunk. You laughed a little bit, you always kept blankets and towels in the back of your car just in case too.

“It looks like we’re just in time for sunset.” Mat laid down one of the blankets on the sand. You were close enough to the water to be able to smell it, but not close enough that the tide could touch you. He placed the other blanket over the two of you, sitting down beside you after you got comfortable.

“The sky looks beautiful right now. I would have never thought a sunset in Long Island could look like this!” You closed your eyes for a second, taking in the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves. It was the peace you were looking for during the wedding weekend.

“New York can be beautiful when it wants to be. You just have to know where to look.”

“I like to think that whenever there is a sunset this beautiful, it’s just someone you lost saying hello. Like a little wave from the sky, you know?” You asked him. He nodded, looking out across the horizon. “Tell me about you Mat.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Why did our friends want to set you up with someone?” You were curious.

“I’d been on and off with someone for a long time. It was unhealthy for me, and for anyone to be around me. Let’s just say I wasn’t always the most pleasant person. I want to start a family one day. With as much as players can move around, my home is with a person. Not a place or anything like that, if that makes any sense at all.”

“I was the same way with my dad. We moved around every few years, it felt like I could never really put down roots in one place.”

“What’s your favorite color?” He asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“What does my favorite color have to do with anything?”

“It says a lot about a person to me.”

“You’re a little strange, has anyone ever told you that?” You both laughed, his was infectious.

“Just answer the question!”

You tell him your favorite color, smiling.

“Don’t you want to know what mine is?” He asked.

“Tell me.”

“It’s blue.”

“Like Islanders blue?”

“Any blue, but right now, blue like the ocean.” The breeze started to blow hard, quickly reminding you that you were in fact in New York, not a beach somewhere tropical. Mat was good at making you feel like you were somewhere else but in a good way.

“Tell me something else about you Mr. Barzal.”

“Is this 20 questions or something?”

“It is now!” You playfully smacked his thigh, you were so close together it wouldn’t take much for you to lean in and kiss him.

“Tes yeux sont les plus beaux que j'ai jamais vus.” You could tell he was speaking French just from the way he changed his accent. Since when could this beautiful man speak french?!

“You can speak french?”

“A hobby of mine, you could say.” From the way the words flowed out of his mouth, you knew it wasn’t just a hobby.

“What did you say?” You turned to look at him, slightly shorter so that you had to look up to look at each other. Everything else seemed to disappear behind him. There could have been roars of people around you, but you wouldn’t have been able to hear them. It was true what they said, when you found the right person it was like everything else melted away.

“I said you have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” You couldn’t even attempt to hide the blush you could feel forming in your cheeks.

“Is that how you get all the ladies?” You managed to speak finally, after gaining your composure again. But your voice was quiet, like you didn’t want to know the answer.

“Tu es le seul que je veux.” His forehead came to rest against yours. You could feel his hot breath against your face, lighting the nerves in your body on fire.

“Tell me what you said.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath as if it had been taken from you.

“You are the only one I want.”

“Okay.” You didn’t know why you were saying it. But he seemed to know why, and crashed his lips against yours. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, bringing you as close to him as you could get. The ocean breeze no longer seemed to matter as you began exploring each other’s bodies. He pulls you onto his lap, wrapping the blanket around you in one fluid motion. His lips tasted slightly of whiskey and chocolate, inviting and warm. Warmth blossomed in your chest, like you wanted to be engulfed in each other. You could feel his hands wanting to go under your shirt, and you nodded into the kiss to let him know that it was okay.

You pulled back just for a moment to catch your breath, but not letting your forehead leave his. You were breathing hard against each other as one, in sync already after the slightest touch. His eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you felt safe in his arms. Mat placed his hands on either side of your face, allowing you to feel just how much the moment meant to him. To him, he was holding his world in his hands and now he never wanted to let you go. His next kiss felt like fireworks, and now you knew what it felt like when people said they never wanted something to end. A kiss like the two of your lives depended on it, and you wanted to get lost in him. His kisses were soft at first and increased in intensity every time you drew back for a breath. You wanted more, you wanted all of him.

He breathed your name, realizing that it was in fact now dark outside. The only light came from the street lights in the parking lot and the small flashlight Mat had brought from his car. He brought you in for a hug against him, tucking your head into the nape of his neck. You fit there perfectly, and the smell of his cologne engulfed all of your senses.

“We should probably head back to the hotel.” He whispered, but didn’t make any moves to let go of you.

“Maybe…”

“That doesn’t mean we have to be alone tonight.” He squeezed you, the reassurance washing over you. You nod, and get up off the ground. Mat shakes off the blankets, trying to get rid of as much sand as possible. But you knew that there would be sand all over you for days, in places you never think sand would end up. He got you settled in the car, placing the supplies back where he got them from. Once back in the car, he took your hand once more and you drove quietly back to the hotel.

“Where do we go from here?” You asked.

“I like you.” Another hand squeeze. You didn’t know what to say back to him, too afraid that anything would scare him off just like the other guys you’d dated. “You don’t have to say it back yet, I just didn’t want this night to end without telling you that. When I know I want something, I won’t stop until I can have it. If you’ll let me, that is.”

“What about tonight?” He didn’t answer you, but that was okay. It was unspoken, hanging in the air like a cloud, but you knew you weren’t going to be alone that night. Or the rest of the weekend, if Mat had anything to say about it. Arriving back at the hotel, Mat handed his keys off to the valet and led you inside.

“Is there anything you need to get from your room?” He asked once in the elevator.

“Not that I can think of.”

“Good.” Once the elevator doors opened to his floor, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder once again. But this time you were more than okay with it. He had to set you down in order to open his room, but picked you up again once you were inside. He laid you down on the freshly laundered bed, throwing your shoes across the room and his along with them. You crawled under the covers together, and all he did was hold you. There were the occasional make out sessions throughout the night, but nothing more. He told you about his childhood and growing up playing hockey, and you told him about the life of being a coach's daughter.

He told you about the way he likes his eggs cooked, his pregame rituals, and all the movies he liked to watch. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind, eventually falling asleep in his arms. When you woke up it didn’t feel strange, it felt like you were supposed to be there. The morning after was always an awkward moment, falling over your words and trying to sneak out without the other person noticing. There was no sneaking out this time, instead you woke up with a kiss from Mat being planted on the top of your head.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered, kissing around your neck and cheeks as much as he could.

“It’s wedding day today.” You smiled, you were excited to get your best friend in the world down the aisle. In helping her find her happiness, you had also managed to find some of yours.

“I’m guessing you have to go soon?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Well I am the maid of honor you know, I think someone will notice if I’m not there.”

“But what if I told you I just wanted to hold you all day instead?” He smirked. The hold that this man already had over you..

“What if I told you, that starting tomorrow you never had to let go of me again?” He sat up quickly and looked down at you.

“You mean it?”

“Well I don’t just spend the night with anyone, Mathew. I think our friends might just be right…” You smiled, he came down to kiss you so fast you didn’t even know what hit you. Was it crazy to rush into something so fast? Maybe. But did it feel right? Absolutely. You’d read all the romance novels of quick relationships, always telling yourself it wasn’t actually like that. Those were just fairy tales you could read about, nothing like that would ever happen in real life.

It took a little more convincing for him to actually let you get out of bed and go to the bridal suite where everyone was getting ready. Of course he had to be with the grooms party, but somehow it never took guys quite as long to get ready.

“Are you sure you have to go right now?” He asked once he pulled away from you. You didn’t want to get out of the nice comfy bed with a pretty man laying in it but duty called.

“Yessss, do you think you’ll be able to survive without me for a few hours?” You started to throw off the covers, but he pulled you back in.

“No, I don’t actually. I might just lay here and cry all day!” You laughed, knowing that both the bride and groom would come for him but let him pretend.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. If you let me go, I’ll let you grab my butt when we dance later.”

“DEAL!” One more quick kiss, and you were finally able to get up. One wave goodbye as you opened the door to leave, and you were off. You had to stop by your own room to get your dress and makeup, and then it was off to the bridal suite. You were surprisingly one of the first ones to arrive, and were able to eat a little bit of breakfast for once. Everyone in the bridal party got to choose their own dress as long as it was within the color palette, and yours was your favorite shade of blue. It fits you in all of the right places, just the way that it should. The bride paid for everyone’s hair to be done, and once everyone was all finished getting ready it was time to take pictures of the bridal party. The photographer seemed to be on her A-game, and for once things were running on time in your life. Anthony already gone to take his place

Finally you got to have a moment just you and your best friend on her big day. The day both of you had talked about since you were kids, the one that you spent planning on pinterest for hours without even a thought of someone in the picture.

“Hannah… you look stunning! I hope today is everything you ever dreamed it would be. I can’t wait to see the look on Anthony’s face when he sees you today. I’ll still beat him up if he ever hurts you though. Are you ready?”

“Have I told you I love you yet today?”

“I love you too girl. Let’s get you married!” Each bridesmaid had their groomsman, and you took your place at the end. Mat walked around the corner and paused when he saw you, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“You like something you see sir?” He offered up his arm for you to take once he made his way to you.

“Tu es le seul que je veux.” He repeated his words from last night, kissing your cheek.

“Me too.” You’d learn how to say it in french, one day at least.

Of course there wasn’t a dry eye in the house after the ceremony. After all of the guests made their way to the reception hall and the rest of the wedding party photos were taken, the evening seemed to go rather smoothly. You may or may not have felt Mat’s hand graze across your butt a few times during pictures, but you kindly reminded him that he wasn’t allowed to feel your butt until you got to dance. He acted like you were torturing him though, depriving him of a dream.

You wanted to get your wedding mingling out of the way first, so that you could enjoy the night with who you wanted. It did not go without notice that Mat’s eyes were following you around the room in a very flirty kind of way. You hadn’t felt like this in a really long time, like you could relax because you were finally comfortable with someone.

“Hey bestie, how is your night going?” Hannah found her way over to you, and more of your friends noticed. You recognized what was happening, they wanted to get all of the dirty details about you and Mat. Of course their plan was successful, but you were also a proud individual. All of them were smiling a little too big at you, asking without actually asking.

“I know what you’re trying to do here!” You accused her.

“Don’t waste time woman, we wanna know! How’s it going with Mat?” Hannah asked.

“I saw you going into his room last night!”

“We know you two snuck off last night, don’t even lie.”

“Where did he take you! Was it romantic?”

“One question at a time!” You were only one person after all, “It’s still very new, we just met this weekend.”

“That smile doesn’t lie sweetie.” You were a bad liar and they knew it.

“Okay fine. Yes we snuck off last night, yes I was in his room but we didn’t do anything but talk and make out, he took me to a beach, and yes it was romantic! Now if you don’t mind, I promised my man a dance and that he could touch my butt. I always keep my promises!”

“YOUR MAN?”

You ran before they could question you further, right towards Mat, who held his arms open for you. Hiding things was never your strong suit, so you two had decided to not even bother.

“They look like you just told them the world is going to end tonight, what happened?” He asked, bringing you into his arms for all the world to see. Clearly he was ready to make everyone aware you were an item, and you weren’t going to object.

“I called you my man, and then immediately walked away.” You smiled up at him.

“Oh you did?”

“Yes sir.”

“I guess that does leave us with the big question.”

“What question?”

“What are we going to do with us? Did this weekend make you want to see me again?” Great opportunities rarely presented themselves at your doorstep. Mat had treated you better in the last 24 hours than a lot of people and you already knew your loved ones approved. It felt right, your gut always had a good feeling about these things. It would always be fun to tell the grandkids you met at a wedding, you’d tell them the part about the bar when they were old enough.

“I said you were my man, did I not?”

“Well you did keep me waiting ma’am, that’s a criminal offense. I’m not sure if I’m your man yet.” He said through a smile.

“Oh is that so?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Nah I’m just fuckin with you, I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.” He brought his hands up to cup either side of your face, and kissed you in a way that shouldn’t be in the middle of your best friends wedding reception.

“You don’t want to touch my butt?” You ask when you finally pull apart.

“Of course I do, but if I touch your butt right now we would be leaving this party within the next few minutes and I believe we both have important things to do.” He whispered in your ear, giving him a look. A look that said I know you want to take my clothes off right now, so I’m going to do my best to tease you. After pulling away, Mat offered you his hand for the dance you had promised.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor with him, while looking at your surroundings and seeing how happy your best friend was, kind of hit you like a sack of bricks. A few years ago if someone had told you this was where your life would end up, you’d have called them crazy. You felt him kiss your forehead as you danced, and you felt yourself melt into him a little. You had no defenses against him, your walls suddenly disappeared when he was near. If he was out of your sight, suddenly the world wasn’t as clear anymore. Maybe summer wasn’t just a time for flings, because this one felt different. Who would have thought just one summer weekend could be so life changing.

........

Half a summer and one year later…

You couldn’t believe you were standing where you were. Summer was starting to become your favorite season. The only thing that brought you back down to earth was the squeeze you felt on your hand from your new husband. The look of reassurance on his face told you all that you needed to know, that he loved you and that you’d be fine. Crowds weren’t always your thing, even if it was your own wedding.

“You ready?”

He knew the timing of your entrance better than anyone, and you could hear Tito start to speak from the other side of the door. The doors opened, blinding you with light. You felt one last squeeze, and then your brain managed to get your feet to start moving again.

“My friends, it is my honor and great pleasure to introduce to you for the very first time… MR. AND MRS. MATHEW BARZAL!”

[daeneryspilled]

“laena/rhaenyra wasn’t even a paragraph why are you so mad that they were scrapped for the show?”

oh i don’t know janice maybe because it being in a historical text written 200 years after the fact by ultra religious MEN who despise women and queerness all together IS noteworthy? ‘more than fond of’ is an allegory used multiple times in the asoiaf main timeline to describe romantic feelings and you’re mad that people read that phrase the way it was intended? not to mention it’s used in conjunction with ‘while the princess misliked her stepmother’ like COME ON at this point you’re being deliberately stupid. i’m sorry they weren’t scissoring each other for 200 pages but in actuality what did you expect? acting like rhaenyra and alicent were so so in love when we were only shown a couple scenes of them getting along max during a six month period. the only way that ship will ever be canon is through the actors. the show leaves crumbs for asshats like you because they know you’ll bend over backwards to defend them. apparently it’s still okay to queerbait in the year of our lord 2k24; along with sidelining a woman of color because diversity was important until it came to fleshing out a black woman and her canon sapphicness.

laena, for the limited time we had her character, was fiery, bold, and adventurous. she claimed the largest and oldest dragon alive at 12! the show choosing to racebend her only to mitigate her affect on the plot is gross! they did it to keep the ‘what if they were in love’ guessing game and gift it to a white woman. a white woman who vehemently HATED rhaenyra. we just wanted the story to have complex and multilayered characters rhaenyra has NO FRIENDS besides the first *two* episodes that is the definition of shitty storytelling. a targaryen princess at the height of her families power the literal protagonist of the dance and you all want her to be a lonely spinster boy mom who’s not like the other girls so bad when she was literally surrounded by women all of whom she cared about dearly. multiple relationships with others helps bring a story to life and would’ve helped tremendously with making the dumb as rocks audience understand rhaenyra’s character and how she was a girls girl in a time where you really couldn’t afford to be one which is why it’s so tragic when she starts turning on them during the dance but nooo the ONLY relationship that matters is a busted up friendship that the writers have in a chokehold for no good reason and fuck everyone else that these women might care about right? fuck rhaenyra fuck laena fuck alicent fuck their kids fuck their GRANDKIDS they’re all just mostly blank slates anyway what impact is their death going to have on the narrative? next to nothing because of these fuckass decisions. let’s just all agree to throw stones at glass houses THAT would be more fulfilling for the show than half of the shit they gave us.

[wyattjohnston]

Lowkey LoveFest 2k24

These are prompts for you to fill (aka please don’t send me numbers expecting me to write something!)

pick a prompt (or two or three), write a little fic and post it. that’s it. that’s the event.

important info:

post in the week of feb 7 to feb 14

tag me so i can read and reblog it

there is no word minimum or limit

if you have signed up for my winter fic exchange, please prioritise that over this

you do not need to tell me what you have claimed (multiple people can use the same prompts!)

if you start writing something and finish it late, or don’t finish it at all, there is no penalty

you are writing this for you (and your readers!) not for me, or any other specific person, so you tailor it to yourself

check out the prompts under the cut!

The Fluff

“You’re the only person I wanted to see tonight.”

“How do you always know the exact right thing to say?”

“Are you about to monologue your feelings for me?”

“Dance with me. Right now.”

“There is a mischievous look in your eyes right now… and I don’t hate it.”

“We’ve got forever, what’s the rush?”

“Let’s get out of here. Just the two of us.”

“Yes. It’s always yes.”

“I am going to. You’re welcome to join.”

“I think he’s magic; it’s like he’s cast a spell over me. I don’t want to stop it.”

“Don’t ever stop looking at me like that.”

“It should be a crime to be that hot.”

“Simple. I love you.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but if I had to repeat my entire life I would do it exactly the same just to end up here.”

The Angst

“When you picture your future, do you see me in it at all?”

“You’re right there and somehow I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been.”

“How exactly am I ever meant to get over you?”

“It’s never going to be me.”

“Stop making promises you aren’t going to keep.”

“Come talk to me when you’ve actually sorted out what you want.”

“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret anymore!”

“Fine. Throw me to the wolves. See how that works for you.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you again.”

“Maybe this isn’t the right time for us.”

“If you’re going to break my heart, please do it gently.”

“Every time I talk to you, I end up with more questions than answers.”

“Please just one last kiss before you leave.”

“It’s so hard. It’s always so hard.���

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 17 🔞

Prompt: Youth

Tags: Unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation kink, choking

A/N: If they can deal with an existential crisis via chair dance then they can absolutely deal with the complex feelings of being in your 20s by fucking raw in a burned out car. I apologize for nothing

“What happened to your face?” Yunho asked, reaching up to get a better look at the scratch on Mingi’s cheek.

“It’s fine,” he swatted Yunho’s hand away. Yunho jumped and jerked his hand back. “Sorry. Just my usual.”

“You’ve got to stop getting in fights just because you can,” Yunho sighed as he wrenched open the car door. Mingi obediently followed him and nestled himself against Yunho’s chest.

“I know, I just…” Mingi trailed off.

“Have no idea how to talk about your feelings?” Yunho finished.

“I know how to talk about them, but it feels better to hit something or get hit or get fucked,” the other boy replied. Yunho looked down at him.

“It’s cold,” he observed.

“I know,” Mingi replied.

“And not exactly roomy in here,” Yunho continued.

“We’ve managed in smaller spaces,” Mingi said.

“And I don’t have lube,” Yunho told him. Mingi glared up at him.

“And? Spit will work. Are you done or do I have to wait for more objections before you fuck me?” he sat up and looked at Yunho. Yunho reached up to touch his face again and this time Mingi let him. He let Yunho examine the scratch and his split lip.

“I love you,” he breathed against Mingi’s undamaged cheek.

“I love you too,” Mingi replied, letting Yunho kiss his way from Mingi’s cheek down his jaw and then his neck. It was far too cold to strip so they awkwardly got their pants and underwear down only enough to release their cocks. Mingi managed to get on all fours in the small space and heard Yunho spit behind him. He felt the other boy’s hands on his ass then his fingers start to tease his hole. Every time he thought Yunho would slip one of his fingers in, he’d wait a moment and then start teasing him again.

“Are you punishing me?” Mingi asked after the fourth time Yunho’s fingers grazed his entrance.

“Why would I do that?” Yunho asked in a tone Mingi knew all too well.

“Because I got in a fight,” Mingi replied.

“Darling if I were going to punish you then you’d still have your pants zipped,” Yunho told him. Then two fingers slid into Mingi’s body with remarkably little resistance. Mingi shuddered slightly as Yunho began opening him up. “Cold?”

“Yes, but that’s not why I did that,” Mingi said. Yunho leaned his front on Mingi’s back, wrapping his free arm around Mingi’s waist.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” Mingi replied as Yunho added a third finger. It wasn’t until he was four fingers deep in him that Yunho seemed satisfied Mingi was prepped.

“Tell me how you want it,” Yunho said as he pressed his cock halfway in. “Be honest.”

“Hard,” Mingi panted, desperate for Yunho to move. “Use me. Choke me. Breed me.”

“You want me to fuck you full of my babies, Song Mingi? You want me to breed you like a bitch in heat? Hold your neck until you can’t breathe? Is that what you want?” Yunho asked.

“Yes, all of that,” Mingi tried to nod, but Yunho already had his forearm around Mingi’s neck. Yunho was an experienced fighter and knew exactly how much pressure it took to make someone pass out.

“Tap my arm twice if it’s too much,” Yunho told him. Mingi tapped his arm once as confirmation. Yunho braced his other arm next to Mingi’s and began fucking into him.

“You should know by now that I can fuck the fight out of you. I can fuck you so hard you can’t stand up when I’m done with you. You should know better than to go looking for a fight when you just need me to put you in your place like the bitch you are. Or does that mean admitting you’re nothing more than a bitch who needs to be fucked full? Is that it? You can’t admit you’re nothing better than a bitch in heat so you go looking for a fight when what you really need is my cock,” Mingi was starting to feel dizzy, partially from Yunho’s arm around his neck and part from his words. The car was rocking from how hard Yunho was fucking him. He was going to come far, far too fast. Then Yunho let go of his neck and gripped the base of his cock hard.

“You’ll come when I want you to come,” he hissed in Mingi’s ear as he caught his breath.

“Yunho,” he whined.

“Do I have to repeat myself? You know I don’t like doing that,” Yunho asked.

“No,” Mingi squeaked.

“Good,” Yunho kept fucking into him, saying every dirty, degrading thing that Mingi needed to hear. Then Yunho released his cock and Mingi came all over the seat below him. He felt Yunho twitch inside him then he was emptying inside Mingi. As gross as it was, Mingi fell forward into his own come with Yunho resting on his back, still inside him.

“Better?” Yunho asked, kissing the back of Mingi’s neck.

“Yeah, better,” Mingi agreed as he took Yunho’s hand and weaved their fingers together.

“Good,” Yunho smiled.

[lifeofpriya]

Love Spillover - Cole Caufield

[gif credit goes to @frostbeees]

summary: You and Cole have always had the feels for each other, but it wasn't until one night that those emotions boiled over into true words...

word count: 2.5k~

a/n: this is my submission for @wyattjohnston's Winter Fic Exchange 2k24, and this fic is for @prettytoxicrevolver! I had a blast writing this fic and...yeah, i really hope y'all enjoy it!

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You're standing in front of your classroom, going over the day's lesson on the SMART board, when you hear a familiar voice calling out your name. You turn around, a smile forming on your lips as you see Cole Caufield, your best friend since you both moved to Montreal years ago, waving at you from the doorway. It's been difficult to ignore the way he looks at you, or the way your heart skips a beat whenever he's around. You can't help but wonder what he has in store for today.

As he walks over to you, he hands you a small envelope, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Hey, I got you this," he says, a shy smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's for the team event next weekend. It's kind of a big deal, and I wanted to make sure you knew I wanted you there." Your heart skips a beat as you take the envelope, noticing the elegant script of your name written across the front. You feel a warmth spread through your chest.

You thank him, trying to keep your voice steady, and as he turns to leave, you can't help but wonder what's in store for the two of you at this event. The anticipation is killing you. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation bubbling up inside you. Maybe this will be the moment when everything changes between the two of you. Or perhaps it's just another night out with your best friend. Either way, you know it's going to be an unforgettable experience.

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You spend the next few days counting down the hours until the event, your mind constantly drifting back to Cole and the envelope he gave you. You imagine him dressing up for the occasion, looking dashing in his suit and tie. You can't help but picture what it would be like to dance with him, to feel his strong arms wrapped around you as you sway to the music. The thought makes your heart race.

Finally, the big night arrives. You meet up with Cole at the venue, and he takes your breath away. He looks even more handsome than you imagined, and the way he smiles at you, it's like he's doing it just for you. You can't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks as you take in his appearance.

As the night goes on, you and Cole spend most of your time together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The event is filled with games, and you find yourself cheering each other on, even if it's just for fun. There's an undeniable chemistry between you, and everyone around can feel it too. You catch people glancing at you from across the room, smiling knowingly.

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When the music begins to play for the couples dance, your heart skips a beat. Cole offers you his hand, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you take it. He leads you out onto the dance floor, and as the first few notes of the song fill the air, you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment. He spins you around, his strong arms guiding you expertly, and you can't help but feel like you're floating on air.

The dance seems to go on forever, but you never want it to end. You're lost in the rhythm of Cole's steps, the touch of his hands, the warmth of his body. It feels so right, like you were meant to be together. As the song winds down, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear, and whispers, "I've wanted to do that for so long." You can feel the blush creep up your neck and into your cheeks, but you don't care; all you can focus on is how your heart is pounding in your chest.

You spend the rest of the night laughing and dancing with Cole, and as the last few couples leave the floor, you find yourselves standing alone, just the two of you. He looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you're lost in the depths of his gaze. You can feel the tension building between you, and you're unsure what will happen next.

Cole leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers, "I've wanted to do this for so long." Before you can even process what's happening, his lips meet yours. Your heart leaps into your throat as his hands slide up your back, holding you close. The kiss is gentle at first, but soon grows more passionate, more demanding, as if he can't get enough of you. You feel your body respond in kind, your lips parting, your hands tangling in his hair.

The music fades away, but it doesn't matter; all you can focus on is the feeling of being in his arms. He pulls back, looking into your eyes, and you know without a doubt that this moment has changed everything between you. There's an understanding there, a connection that goes beyond friendship. You're not sure how you'll navigate these new waters, but you're not afraid. Not anymore.

Cole takes your hand and leads you off the dance floor, weaving through the dwindling crowd. You feel like everyone around you can see the shift in your relationship, and they're all watching with curiosity and maybe a hint of envy. You can't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness swelling inside you.

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As you find yourselves alone in a quiet corner of the room, Cole pulls out the chair next to him and gestures for you to sit down. He takes a seat as well, his expression a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You can tell he's trying to figure out what to say; how to explain what's going on between you.

You decide to break the silence. "It's… it's been so obvious, hasn't it?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "The way we've been feeling about each other, I mean."

Cole nods, his expression serious. "I don't know if it's been obvious to everyone else, but… I've known for a while. Ever since that first day we met, actually." He pauses, searching for the right words. "I think maybe I was just afraid to admit it to myself, let alone say anything to you. But tonight… it felt right."

You smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "It did feel right," you agree. "And I think I've been feeling it too, for a while now. But I wasn't sure if you saw me that way, or if it was just friendship." You lean in closer, and he mirrors your movement, their knees brushing against each other beneath the table. "I'm glad we finally had this moment."

Cole's eyes meet yours, and there's a depth of emotion there that takes your breath away. "Me too," he whispers. "I've wanted this for so long." He reaches out, tracing a finger down your cheek, and you shiver at the touch. "I know we don't have to rush anything," he continues, "but… I want to be with you. As more than just friends."

You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The thought of exploring this new territory together is both thrilling and terrifying. "I want that too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see where this goes."

Cole's expression softens, and he cups your face in his hands. "I promise," he says, his eyes intense as he looks into yours, "I'll take care of you, and I'll never let you down. I've wanted this for so long, and I'm not going to waste a second of it."

As you both sit there, lost in each other's eyes, the music begins to play again. It's a slow, romantic ballad that seems tailor-made for this moment. Cole stands up, offering you his hand, and you feel a thrill run through you as you take it. He pulls you to your feet and then leads you out onto the dance floor, his steps sure and confident.

The music fills the air as you dance, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Cole's hands slide down your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cradles your face. You feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek as he whispers words of love and affection into your ear. You respond with a shy laugh, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

Around you, the other couples on the dance floor seem to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect moment. The music swells, and Cole dips you low, his lips brushing against yours for the first time as a lover. It's a soft, tender kiss that takes your breath away, and you feel yourself melting into him.

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As the song comes to an end, Cole pulls back, his eyes still locked on yours. "I could dance with you like this forever," he murmurs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words.

The DJ begins to play another slow song, and Cole takes your hand, leading you off the dance floor and into a quiet corner of the room. He leans against the wall, pulling you into his embrace. You nestle your head against his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. "You know," he says, his voice soft and thoughtful, "I never thought I'd find someone like you. Someone who understands me the way you do, someone who makes me feel the way you do."

You look up at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "I feel the same way," you whisper. "I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way I feel with you." You close your eyes, savoring the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat. The quiet moment is broken only by the muffled music in the background.

Cole's hand moves up to cup your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has escaped. "I promise you," he says, his voice firm and reassuring, "that I will always be here for you. No matter what. I'll protect you and love you, and we'll face everything together."

You feel a weight lift from your chest as you hear his words. You trust him completely, and knowing he feels the same way about you is almost too much to bear. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring the feel of his hands on your skin.

The music fades away, replaced by the sound of laughter and conversation. Cole pulls back, studying your face. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

You nod, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "I'm more than ready. I want this, Cole. I want to be with you." Your heart races at the thought of taking this next step, but you feel a sense of calm and security in his presence.

Cole smiles, relief washing over his features. He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. "Then let's do this," he says, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

Your heart races as you kiss him back, his hands sliding down your back, pulling you closer. The feel of his body against yours sends shivers of desire through you. The music changes, becoming more upbeat, and you find yourselves moving together on the dance floor. Cole spins you around, laughing as you throw your head back and let the music take over.

You lose track of time as you dance, lost in the moment with him. The other couples on the floor fade into the background, and you feel as though it's just the two of you sharing this space. Cole's hands glide up and down your arms, his fingers lingering on the sensitive skin at your wrists. He leans in, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, making you feel wanted and desired.

The song ends far too soon, and as you pull away from him, you realize you're both breathless. You look up into his eyes, searching for some hint of what he's thinking, but he only smiles at you, his expression soft and loving.

"I had the most amazing time with you tonight," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. "Thank you for being here with me."

You close your eyes, savoring the feel of his lips against yours. "Thank you for asking me," you murmur back. "I had so much fun."

The rest of the party passes in a blur of laughter and dancing. You lose track of time, losing yourself in the warmth of Cole's touch and the sound of his voice. As the night wears on, you begin to wonder if you'll ever find a reason to leave this moment.

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Finally, it's time to say goodnight. You exchange a long, lingering kiss before parting ways. Cole walks you to your car, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The chilly night air brushes against your skin as you walk, and you can't help but shiver. He pulls his jacket off, draping it around your shoulders.

"Here," he says, his voice gentle. "You'll be warm enough with this."

You take the jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders gratefully. The feel of his arm against yours is both comforting and arousing. You glance up at him, your heart racing as you try to read the expression in his eyes. He smiles down at you, his face flushed from the cold air and the closeness of your body.

"Thank you for everything tonight," you say softly, meaning every word.

Cole smiles, his expression softening even further. "It was my pleasure," he replies, his voice just as gentle. He leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple.

As you get into your car, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions: excitement, anticipation, and a deep, abiding love for this man who has somehow managed to become such an important part of your life in just one night. You start the engine, glance back at him through the rearview mirror, and offer him a small wave goodbye.

Cole waves back, watching until you pull out of the parking lot and disappear around the corner. Even then, he stands there for a moment, lost in thought. He remembers the way you felt in his arms, the sound of your laughter, the way you looked at him when he whispered those sweet words to you. It's as if you've been together for years, not just hours.

He shakes his head, smiling to himself. This night has been nothing short of magical, and he can't wait to see where it leads. As he finally turns away, he knows that he'll be thinking about you constantly, wondering what tomorrow will bring.

[cinematicendevaourz]

Rebel Moon (Duology) #CVReview

Zack Snyder can make a really shitty movie without the constraints of a studio like Warner Bros. behind him forcing an editor into the room to clean up behind him.

Such is the issue with Cameron, Scott, even Tarantino - but the big issue with Rebel Moon here is that whereas Scott and Tarantino use dialogue to bloat that runtime and Cameron uses elongated camera shots to make an epic, Snyder warps time with various slow-motion scenes (first half speed, then a quarter in some instances) which in the near six hours that encapsulates the theatrical release of Rebel Moon's duology gets easier and easier to notice and makes any movie buff want to call Snyder out for cheating to make an epic.

The first part of the film starts off with assembling the band, then the last part is an extended Battle of Endor.

I wouldn't have had much of a problem with this being yet another shameless Star Wars rip-off but the lack of blood and cutscenes away from the gorier parts for a TBD director's cut (as his DC films sans "Man Of Steel") release is the definition of a shameless money grab, sacrificing the art for essentially twelve hours of content.

If those would have came out instead of this intentionally watered-down shit, I believe the film would have had more than a limited run in theaters and picked up by a distributor other than lame ass Netflix.

How does an Anthony Hopkins voiced A.I. that looks like some reject off "District 9" get more screen time than Cleopatra Coleman when her Elsa Bloodaxe is the main fugitive in the story?

And then the obligatory Euro-cinema miscegenial relationship between the protagonist Sofia Boutella's Kora and some non-rememorable coward-turned-soilder Michiel Huisman.

That was casting's best idea for a White Knight? I mean, I know Euro-cinema has a thing for emasculated caucazoid males under negroid females but Jeebuz !

The rest of the cast gets a pass though. Glad to see Snyder is still treating Ray Fisher well with his role as Darrian Bloodaxe and Ed Skrien started off as the next best thing to Michael Shannon, then ended up stealing scenes and becoming the most interesting character on-screen other than Anthony Hopkins as that bot.

I didn't like the part two intro. I hate when Snyder puts these instances of Welsh folk music in his films and these weird ass pagan celebrations like when Aquaman was bringing fish back to his village in "Justice League".

That is an annoying film trope (Hey, did anyone else notice a woman is almost raped in nearly every Snyder flick?) for Snyder to have and in no way did any square dancing or shucking wheat look anywhere as cool as the training scenes in either "300" films, but took up just as much time.

"Rebel Moon" is an ambitious project. While writing this review I see that the red band trailer just dropped for the director's cut, Elsa is featured in a prequel comic that dropped at the top of the year, there's videogames and all this other stuff to expand this Snyder brainchild, but I don't think I am alone when I say I wish Snyder would have went as hard for "Sucker Punch" as he did for this.

Steampunk and sci-fi meneagrie's work very well in books, but if audiences (other than myself) didn't like "Borderlands", I'll let the box office tell it.

What I'll say though is to start off "Rebel Moon" where "Return of The Jedi" ended was a bad move. To bloat a runtime with half of the film being shot in various speeds of slow-motion is a cheat to make an epic. To have Anthony Hopkins in a film as just a voice and to give Cleopatra Coleman around five minutes on-screen in a nearly six hour duology is a travesty.

Lastly, I dont know how Snyder did it, but he made laser-fire look more annoying than a Lego flick. Snyder should stick to Amazons and Spartans, not Star Wars. Sometimes it's ok for a director to go outside of their wheelhouse, "Rebel Moon" should teach Snyder to stick to the script.

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C.V.R. The Bard

10th/Sept.2k24

[fellpurpose]

A day for only the most glorious fathers is upon them, but what do you get the hero who has it all? Ophelia knows not what it is that the void calls to her until it hits her all at once. She knows exactly what it is her father would like!

Finding her notes on her latest spell, she approaches her father. "Father, I have come bearing a gift for only the most splendid father in all of the world! I have been working on this spell here that should be as if Lady Fortune herself smiled upon you! A fitting gift for a hero most grand, no? Enjoy this day to celebrate the most glorious of fathers for you are among them!" Really she just wanted to share her passion for spells and spellcraft with the one person she loved most in the world. Hopefully, he would at least enjoy a spell she hand crafted.

happy father's day 2k24 !

she is, without a shadow of doubt, the finest creation his life hath begot. for she is his daughter, the embodiment of all he cherishes, the very being for which he has waged wars since her first breath.

sweet ophelia, born to a broken man, yet with dreams soaring higher than destiny dared bestow — it is she who cast beams of light into the gloomy recesses of this mortal coil. beloved ophelia, this child whom he calls his own, the universe encapsulated. the greatest treasure known to man~!

odin's chest swells with pride. he watches admiringly, his face adorned with a bright and tender smile that knows no bounds. what a joy it is to have her by his side again — and in the silent chambers of his soul, he shall beseech the divine, that from this day onward, their souls remain intertwined, never to be sundered by the hands of fate.

"but you are mistaken, o' scion of light!" he declares grandly, embracing the performance she puts on. "for lady fortune has already smiled upon me, from the day she blessed us with you." with that, he leans forward to kiss her forehead, before settling back onto his perch. "thank you, ophelia. words fail to convey the depth of my gratitude and delight."

"NOW THEN! BEGIN, MAIDEN DUSK!" odin's eyes alight upon her tome, a spark of eager anticipation dancing within them. in a dramatic sweep, he extends his hand, fingers unfurling enthusiastically. "summon forth this sweet gift. let us witness the spell that hath sprung from the mysterious depths of thy unfettered mind, my moonlit muse!"

[adt3]

'tis HOLI, 2k24!

26 MARCH 2024

I recall how thrilling festivals used to be in those days. "Those days" refers to the period before I turned 20.

This month, known as Faagun, brings us the liveliest celebration of the year, known as HOLI. To be honest, I hope no more gulal on my way till the next Holi because I celebrated Holi for the fourth time this month on March 25.😁

Speaking for myself, I was let down; unlike the beginning of the month, this time around, Holi didn't leave an impression on me. I'm studying for my master's degree in Lucknow. As the holidays got underway, I left for Varanasi, my hometown. I was really looking forward to the bustle and preparation that the market would bring.

Pitaji ordered me to dress in my old clothes because we were going shopping for Holi together, as we normally do. It is customary to do this. And as soon as I entered the market, I noticed that there were no colors in the surroundings—only darkness. I came to realize that things have changed. I remained shut as few part of the festival was yet to discover; when I went to my neighbors, I didn't find any gujhiya-making ceremonies. That sensation, that thrill, had disappeared. Moreover, I discovered that my mother has made less gujhiyas. The fading craze is the cause I found behind this stillness. People are moving away from their traditions as a result of advancements, which some refer to as conservatism. While we experimented with colors, clicking came first, to get aesthetic picture was the priority.

There were fewer organized Holi Milan Samaroh. The fact that they weren't sober is what most disappointed me. Does Holi occur for alcohol consumption? not at all! Adequate amount of alcohol consumption is sufficient to enjoy the festival without getting too wasted and endangering the safety of children and women, which could perhaps lead to a sprawl-brawl situation.

However, I noticed that instead of savoring the moment, 3/4 of the public was more interested in using their phones or going live on various social media platforms. This demonstrates our ignorance of our own civilization. More individuals played digital Holi this time around than actual colors, which were only in grams. Real colors were twenty grams, and digital colors were in Instagram. Every Rangotsav event, in my opinion, need to include an infotainment subprogram to raise awareness about the proper use of color in the surroundings. Perhaps most importantly, events ought to inform the public about the festival.

I glanced in both directions, and the scene that thrilled me the most was when an elderly woman took gulal and sprayed her husband with it. She then led him to their group, where around seven or eight elderly people were dancing and enjoying their thandai. 💕

People of my age did not enjoy Holi as much as group of kids and elderly audience did. While we are all educated, we are not socially literate. I think that as time goes on, young people like us will also come to appreciate the significance of the "not-so-cool world." It's critical to comprehend the concept of "parity" in both real life and textbooks. The reason that I discovered why young people are not interested is because of their daily life problems which have annoyed them. Almost every middle-aged heart found scrambling… NEVERMIND, I'm looking for more reasons, hope my bachelor in Psychology will come in handy!!!.

And I anticipate the fest-related frenzy and excitement.

[sirtbhopal]

When Technology Meets Culture, Magic Happens - TechnoSaga 2K24

🌟 When Technology Meets Culture, Magic Happens! 🌟

Get ready for TECHNOSAGA 2K24, the most electrifying event of the year at SIRT Bhopal! 🎉✨ A perfect fusion of innovation, entertainment, and excitement awaits you with: 💻 Cutting-edge Technical Events 🎶 Energetic Music Performances 💃 Dazzling Dance Acts 🍴 Delectable Food Stalls 🎊 Unlimited Fun and Entertainment

Bring your passion for technology and love for culture together for an unforgettable experience. Let's celebrate the spirit of creativity, talent, and innovation like never before!

📅 Save the Date and Stay Tuned for More Updates!

[creativecuquilu]

🎃Halloween Party 2k24 Day 21🎃 - Thriller! -

It is now time to dance. What’s a better track for Halloween than Michael Jackson’s Thriller? - says Quill, pulling out a DVD. - I am wearing his outfit, you know! Better said than done, let’s Thriller! And he inserts the DVD into the boombox. Instantly, he, Paldie, Clara, Fester, Cacofonix, Harry, Hammond, Peter, Wayne, Garth, Zack, Bill, Ted and Elvis begin all to wave their arms and legs, in sync, like the King of Pop’s horde of zombies in the videoclip.

Zaphod, Fred, George and Bran just listen because they are not allowed to dance. That’s unfair! - Zaphod growls. - It’s because I have three arms, isn’t it? Bran groans mournfully.

[mewaruniversity]

🎉 Get ready to kick off the new academic year with a bang! Join us for Aagaaz 2K24 – the Freshers Party of the year at Mewar University! 🌟

🗓️ Date: 5th Oct. 2024 🕒 Time: 12:00 P.M 📍 Location: Main Campus Ground

🤩 Meet new friends, enjoy exciting performances, and dance the night away! Don’t miss out on the fun!

👉 Tag your squad and let us know you're coming!

1️⃣ Live Music 2️⃣ Dance Performances 3️⃣ Meeting New Friends 4️⃣ Food & Drinks

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[christmic]

There’s a snake in my boot

a blade of grass in my head

a new hope but what did the christians talk about over the illegal fire

they spoke about the original Star Wars

and so even in a hyper Christian protective perspective even there, art doesn’t need to be Christian,

food doesn’t need to be Koscher, and I don’t need pussy.

But that’s a whole other story for another time Tony.

What is important is there’s now 48 hours until my committment so we’re going to make it count.

Apollo oh apollo how and where are you?

I want you in my yard

I just got the way back!

FULL SEND full permission It’s now treated like my land now :D

So I’m going to make it beautiful. I can make a little wizard tower in the oasis like greenhouse, workshop/art studio, and adobe cottage for creature comforts.

So basically the goal is the get out of the green room by the end of the month and live in the way back in a tent. Then get a renter for my mom so she still gets that cashflow. Down the line maybe Majewski’s dad can move in? Her mom has her dad after they divorced and he’s back in as like a roommate ahahaa.

Like I said in bed I can only take so many red flags and that’s an easy one not even a yellow flag really.

```

Opening monologue:

I wanna live with the butterflies,

the trees, streams, and fairies.

I know it’s a fantasy but I like it here.

And when it

Comes crashing down

then I will sing my way out

prance off

to the next place

```

So a man who despises routine is now asking for himself to write a plan. HA!

Ok well let’s check the availability of the item :D.

And the waves plugins?

And the SSD for Maschine?

And the LAPTOP TOO?

You can’t do it all, Mic

Pick a choice,

a choice today and do that.

So it’s going to be procure the equipment and take everything out of the greenroom that’s not studio essentials. Why is it so impossible to be straight forward when it comes to the most important things in my life, when in every other department I’m a simple guy?

Why do I find the answers in the more and more in generating the questions over stopping to asnwer? Because the best questions are unanswerable, the best love is insatiable,

What is satiable? To be satiated?

Loose goals set in stone,

It’s Summer 2k24

and finally going on tour with a dance music set. The band is called sun stupid. Man it’s so stupid maybe just jump ship back into neverland ranch while you’re at it you pathetic swine.

I think I stopped paying for the aws a couple debit cards ago.

I think it’s impossible to organize the notes.

I don’t need to think anymore outside the immediate need to record.

To sing my way out.

The golden mic never forget the stone.

Jack has the stone.

Step 1

bare minimum new setup:

[] desk revamp (fitting komplete kontrol right der)

[] monitor speakers

[] SSD for maschine

[] waves plugins for ableton / logic

[]

Startsx I give you the keys to the kingdom

Endsx If you produce manage me

[christmic]

There’s a snake in my boot

a blade of grass in my head

a new hope but what did the christians talk about over the illegal fire

they spoke about the original Star Wars

and so even in a hyper Christian protective perspective even there, art doesn’t need to be Christian,

food doesn’t need to be Koscher, and I don’t need pussy.

But that’s a whole other story for another time Tony.

What is important is there’s now 48 hours until my committment so we’re going to make it count.

Apollo oh apollo how and where are you?

I want you in my yard

I just got the way back!

FULL SEND full permission It’s now treated like my land now :D

So I’m going to make it beautiful. I can make a little wizard tower in the oasis like greenhouse, workshop/art studio, and adobe cottage for creature comforts.

So basically the goal is the get out of the green room by the end of the month and live in the way back in a tent. Then get a renter for my mom so she still gets that cashflow. Down the line maybe Majewski’s dad can move in? Her mom has her dad after they divorced and he’s back in as like a roommate ahahaa.

Like I said in bed I can only take so many red flags and that’s an easy one not even a yellow flag really.

```

Opening monologue:

I wanna live with the butterflies,

the trees, streams, and fairies.

I know it’s a fantasy but I like it here.

And when it

Comes crashing down

then I will sing my way out

prance off

to the next place

```

So a man who despises routine is now asking for himself to write a plan. HA!

Ok well let’s check the availability of the item :D.

And the waves plugins?

And the SSD for Maschine?

And the LAPTOP TOO?

You can’t do it all, Mic

Pick a choice,

a choice today and do that.

So it’s going to be procure the equipment and take everything out of the greenroom that’s not studio essentials. Why is it so impossible to be straight forward when it comes to the most important things in my life, when in every other department I’m a simple guy?

Why do I find the answers in the more and more in generating the questions over stopping to asnwer? Because the best questions are unanswerable, the best love is insatiable,

What is satiable? To be satiated?

Loose goals set in stone,

It’s Summer 2k24

and finally going on tour with a dance music set. The band is called sun stupid. Man it’s so stupid maybe just jump ship back into neverland ranch while you’re at it you pathetic swine.

I think I stopped paying for the aws a couple debit cards ago.

I think it’s impossible to organize the notes.

I don’t need to think anymore outside the immediate need to record.

To sing my way out.

The golden mic never forget the stone.

Jack has the stone.

Step 1

bare minimum new setup:

[] desk revamp (fitting komplete kontrol right der)

[] monitor speakers

[] SSD for maschine

[] waves plugins for ableton / logic

[]

Startsx I give you the keys to the kingdom

Endsx If you produce manage me