#Like this is soap opera level shit

[twogeeseinatrenchcoat]

Bungou Gay Dogs

Yeah, I'm part of this fandom too. Deal with it! My main ships are Soukoku and Fyolai and my favourite character is Sigma. (Second favourite is Chuuya because he's also a short redhead)

This show is so gay. Like, so gay. There are no canon ships but... I mean... this is the official art.

Tell me that's straight. You can't. That'd be a lie. I've shown this picture to my friends, and they agree that it's very very homosexual. You can't no homo laying in a bed of roses with your enemy. You also can't no homo thinking about ways to kill said enemy every day for seven years. These two are gay.

Also Dazai heavily implies that he's straight (drops Atsushi when he faints into Dazai's arms and says "I don't hug men") but like... straight men don't sit like this.

Anyways mini rant over! Go watch BSD, it's a chaotic mess, I love it.

[loptrcoptr]

Just finished s4 ep 12 of moonlighting and like. I know I say something along these lines after every single episode of this show but what in the cinnamon toasted fuck was that

Never in my life have I sympathized with any human beings more than I sympathize with the folks who watched this shit in real time in 1987 and had to endure this jack fuckery. I literally cannot imagine the screaming I would have done if my ass had waited around through weeks of reruns for stunts like this. Any of yall who did this the first time around are my heroes because I am losing my will over here holy god. Did you break your tv sets? Rip up the tv guide? I felt the ghost of Rage Quitting past as soon as the episode ended like it was imprinted onto the reels from y’all’s original agony lmfao

[sorenlionheart]

the more i think about it the more i realize that archie sonic wouldn't be nearly as infamous if it happened in the context of a superhero book rather than sonic the hedgehog lol

[hopefulblazeexpert]

Some people read stories with incredibly fucked up and messy family relationships because of their own personal trauma with their own relatives and it helps them process it

Not me though, I read them because I spent my teenage years hearing about all of the insane lore in my family thinking that it was just regular rural white people shit so now I enjoy seeing people have just as messed up or even more messed up family drama than me without it actually affecting me or anyone I care about whatsoever

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

These are a couple doodles from yesterday, Gideon as a younger teen, before the growth spurt, maybe 14? He's discovered he's a vampire, and has a lot of recovery to do, since he's severely blood deficient.

I'm gonna let myself explode about my vampire gideon ideas, under construction, under the cut: (I don't write fanfiction, I just throw up my ideas on a tumblr post, apparently :'D)

This is what I love about tumblr - it's a place where I can throw the doodles (something that isn't finished *artwork*), and let myself be really delusional about fictional characters. So I'm gonna take a moment to ramble about the ideas I have for Gideon as a vampire.

If you're a fellow Gideon Head, HI THERE... anyway, here's my thought process on a potential vampire-gideon backstory???

I've always liked the idea of gideon being a vampire, and also becoming a much better person when he's older. And that got me thinking, maybe those two things are linked. Maybe the vampire thing is somehow tied into his reformation.

But I tend to lean towards building my ideas off canon (as opposed to making an AU). And if gideon was a vampire, and knew this during the events of the show, it would have come to light at some point. So, either he doesn't know he's a vampire, or he becomes one later. Becoming one later works narratively, but he's already so vampiric, with the white hair, pale skin, sunscreen, evil, etc. So I'm like, let's go with that.

So, gideon has gone his whole life without knowing he's a vampire, and without drinking blood. I'm thinking that being a vampire in this case (my gravity falls fan version of what a vampire would be) wouldn't adhere to typical vampire conventions. You don't NEED to drink blood to survive.

Here's the idea I got yesterday: after the events of weirdmageddon, gideons experience motivated him to become a better person. It was the awakening, basically. But in the subsequent years, he's still a little shit. Maybe he's in juvenile detention, or prison again. But now, he has the self awareness to know that what he's doing is wrong. This is where my ideas get a little fuzzy, so bear with me. Bud has his suspicions, and as a last resort, puts gideon on some sort of mission trip type of cross country trip, when he's in his teens. And along the way, maybe at the end, there's this secret group of vampires that open gideons eyes to what he really is.

Basically??? Without blood, gideon is very evil. He's an evil little shit. This may not be how it is for every vampire. Maybe some grow very sickly without blood, just get hungry, etc. The effects of blood deficiency vary from vampire to vampire. But Gideon becomes very unhinged. And he'd essentially been Blood Hangry for his whole life. That being said, some of it was just his personality that he needed to work through, but drinking some blood helped a LOT. Blood isn't food for him, it's more like his medication.

Once he has that discovery, he spends a long while, I'm thinking maybe even a year, just recovering from the deficiency. He's almost always drinking blood to keep up his levels, and he's very rarely seen in public to keep the vampire thing a secret. That's what these drawings were supposed to be, him in his pseudo bedridden state. This period in his life would be one big blur; mostly spent binge watching soap operas and being all cozy. In contrast to his usual suit + tie, he's dressing for max comfort: sweatpants, sweatshirt, a knit hat over his ridiculously big hair, and always wrapped in a blanket. Not sure if somehow he feels cold when drinking blood?? But for some reason, I feel like he'd always be wearing like 10 layers and laying under a heated blanket or something.

Eventually, he'd only need to drink blood about once a month for maintenance.

Character development wise - even as an adult, Gideon isn't sure if he's truly a good person. Is the blood deficient version of himself the true gideon? Or is this well adjusted man who he truly is? And there's an issue of the chicken and the egg, too. Gideon was born a vampire. Did these genes activate because he was predisposed to being evil? Or did the vampire thing happen by coincidence? Does being a vampire make him evil, or is it the other way around? He doesn't know, and he never will.

The one thing I'm not sure I like about this idea: i'm worried that I'd be writing off his villainous personality as an illness that can be cured with a thing. Obviously, it would be better if he faced that head on, and figured out how to be better. So I'm still grappling with that. But for now, this is an idea I'm entertaining. Of course, I think it would be interesting if there was a plot point where his usual source of ethically sourced human blood was compromised for a time, and he had to grapple with his personality going topsy turvy.

It's actually embarrassing how much I just wrote???? If you've made it this far, wow, I applaud you. I guess this was just my idea of having a good sunday night, writing down my silly thoughts on gideon gosh darn gleeful. Let me know your thoughts too!!!! I'd love to know if you have any ideas, or questions, or ways to strengthen this potential backstory.

[hunzzzzz]

OBX TWEETS: part 14 (Rafe Cameron x reader x John B SMAU)

“Stop manhandling the AC controls, you’re gonna give it whiplash,” Rafe swatted your hand away.

“I’m currently marinating in my own sweat over here,” you huffed, yanking your hair up into a messy ponytail that probably made you look like a wet rat. 

Honestly, summer was a mixed bag. Sure, the extra daylight hours were great for avoiding your responsibilities, but the feeling of your thighs doing the sticky-seat tango was a special kind of torture. And then there was your hay fever, that sneaky little bastard that lay dormant until the most inconvenient moment, like right when you were trying to look effortlessly cool on a first date with your nemesis. So far, the pollen ninja hadn't struck, but you were on high alert.

“You’re more dramatic than a daytime soap opera,” he rolled his eyes, though there was a smile playing on his lips. “Give it, like, two seconds to actually work.”

“Two seconds in this mobile greenhouse feels like two years in hell,” you sighed with exaggerated despair, fanning yourself with your hands like you were a Southern belle who’d just heard some shocking gossip. “You’re actively trying to cook me alive in this metal death trap.”

“You have the imagination of a caffeinated squirrel,” he chuckled, glancing over at you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes.

“Like what?” he asked innocently, though you could see the mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Like a goddamn pervert who’s mentally undressing me.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, shaking his head and laughing. “Time out. A fucking pervert? You seemed perfectly fine with my face squished between your thighs. But now I’m a pervert?”

You smacked his arm lightly, though you quickly looked away to hide the blush that was creeping up your neck. “You’re so fucking nasty.”

“I was going for ‘passionately persuasive,’” he pouted dramatically, reaching over and placing a hand on your thigh. At that exact moment, the AC finally kicked into high gear, blasting you with a glorious wave of icy air that made every hair on your body stand up in delighted shock.

You somehow made it to the bowling alley without resorting to actual violence. The fluorescent lights were as flattering as ever, and the smell of stale popcorn and rented shoes filled the air. Putting on those ridiculously oversized bowling shoes immediately elevated the whole experience to a new level of awkward chic. And of course, because you were both competitive psychos, a wager was immediately established.

“If I win,” Rafe said, looking up at you while tying his shoelaces with an unnecessary amount of focus, “you have to be… nice to me. For a whole entire day. No insults, no eye-rolls, the whole shebang.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, trying to tie your own laces. “And if I win…” You paused, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Hmm…”

“What’s your price, princess?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

“…..if I win…… you have to let me have free, unrestricted access to your phone for a full hour.”

“What?” He looked up sharply, shaking his head with an incredulous scoff. “No. Absolutely not. Are you insane?” He dusted off his trousers, standing up with an air of mock indignation.

“Scared I’ll uncover all your deeply embarrassing TikTok dances?”

“No, but knowing you, you’ll probably post some truly heinous shit and get me cancelled so hard I’ll have to change my name and move to Antarctica to become a penguin whisperer.” He was sassier than ever now, planting his hands on his hips with an air of mock outrage. “People still think I’m a Trump supporter because of all the false shit you tweeted about me.”

“Fine, be a pussy,” your smirk faltered slightly when he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the questionable cleanliness of the bowling alley.

“You’re on, princess.”

“Okay, that’s enough internet terrorism for one night,” Rafe said, making a grab for his phone as you cackled maniacally, your thumbs flying across the screen as you crafted yet another tweet that would undoubtedly confuse and possibly enrage his followers. Something about pineapple on pizza being a human right seemed particularly inflammatory.

“Hey!” You slapped a hand against his chest, warding him off with a playful shove, your other hand still firmly clutching his precious device behind your back. “Loser keeps their hands to themselves! I won fair and square, remember?”

“I let you win!” he exclaimed, inching closer to you as you scrambled further back on his bed, a ridiculous grin plastered across your face.

“You're just a sore loser. Cry me a river and then build a bridge and get the fuck over it, princess.” you retorted, scooting back until your butt hit the headboard.

Rafe lunged, grabbing your legs and yanking you back towards him with surprising strength. You landed with a soft thump, your back flush against the sheets as he hovered over you, his forearms resting on either side of your head, effectively caging you in his arms. “Hand it over, you little menace,” his hot breath tickled your ear.

“Make me, baldie.” you dared him, your heart doing a little flutter-kick despite the compromising position you were in.

“Yeah?” His lips brushed against yours.

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[moonshynecybin]

U can’t just drop a banger like “Marc Marquez cryptic pregnancy” and disappear.. I need to to know more

i was thinking about ways to babytrap him where he doesnt just mabort that thang for career reasons, and i think this could get the job done. i also think if its vale's (WHO ELSEEEE) that theres no way he believes that marc didnt know the entire time AND he is. as many other scholars have discussed borderline insane about marc presumably racing pregnant. i mean lbr the offseason is NOT long so he had to have been, and this is in many ways one of the keenest sharpest daggers you could drive into the soft wound of vale's injury issues wrt to marc's particular brand of psycho recklessness. like what if you had TRAUMA and you were ESTRANGED from the love of your life and he was RACING while PREGNANT with your BABY for MONTHS without TELLING YOU... okay saying that. i do realize that this is somewhat the plot of one those f1 heterosexual romance fiction novels but i stand by it!!!!!!! these guys are that level of insane anyways!!!! IDK! maybe marc gets knocked up like halfway through 2015 and has the baby at testing in february. truly maximum drama maximum soap opera marc has NO idea what is happening. its the first time loitering around the same hotel since sepang 2015, and it IS the trauma track, and marc truly thinks it is indigestion (at no point does begging off bike time happen however lol) until UH OH and the baby is there. and alex walks in on marc like on the bathroom floor with a BABY wrapped in a towel and baby goo truly more freaked out than hes ever been in his life its very soap opera. and honda is very smoke and mirrors about everything until genuinely six months later a pic of the baby leaks and its a tiny valentino rossi clone with brown intelligent eyes lol. and then vale puts the (confusing i think) dots together and the shit hits the fan

[rei-ismyname]

Jean does not appreciate Emma's Sex Therapy

Telepath soap opera is next level shit

Thanks, Cuckoos. Super helpful

Before I go off making my banal japes, if Emma actually is a sex therapist this whole thing is wildly unethical. Scott is traumatized as hell so it kinda is anyway, if nothing else lines of consent are deeply blurred. I'm not sure what Emma is thinking in provoking an already justifiably angry Phoenix but escalation happened.

Terrifying. Jean accuses Emma of taking advantage of a traumatized Scott, which is hard to argue with, though I think there's some ego involved as she's not listening to Scott. It feels like an inversion of women being blamed for cheating while men dodge it, except the women involved are both incredibly powerful in fantasy ways.

After the Cuckoos say creepy shit then wisely bounce we're treated to Chuck's opinion on the matter for some reason. You've been traumatizing your child soldiers their whole lives buddy, little late for that shit. Fortunately he's ignored.

Very ballsy of Emma to call back to the Dark Phoenix saga, where she was absolutely in the wrong and did terrible things. It doesn't take long for Jeanix to force her on a tour of her trauma leaving her a weeping mess.

This whole situation is a classic for a reason and it's X-Men soap opera at its finest IMO. Jean's rage is absolutely valid but her cruelty is terrifying. Emma's tapestry of pain and passion is laid bare and her defence is fascinating. I always thought it was a bit anticlimactic to have her be assassinated next issue, but I'm a sucker for this drama. Quitely is a master of layouts with telepathy involved - that last panel transition is 👌

[confused-wanderer]

Price has had enough.

He could always tell when Simon was off. Be it a slight tick of his hands pulling down on his balaclava when he was nervous, the sudden stillness and slight head tilt he did when he was getting pissed or the silence he used when he was down.

Yeah. Price can always tell. It was like a rift in the usual waves around Ghost, and he can almost always tell 99.999% of the time what the other was feeling simply by noting the atmosphere change around the other man. He can tell everything from a mile away, even if Simon couldn’t himself.

So trust him when he says he knows Ghost wants to be closer to the taskforce. He sees it in how the three banter around, how Ghost allows Gaz to call him “the phantom of the opera” or how Soap is the only one who can whine to L.T about taking off his mask without having a gaping hole in his chest later. Or the unspoken rule of personal space suddenly being invaded as light pats, playful punches and mock hits are tolerated by Ghost without any alarm bells going off.

But Ghost, is shit at communication. At an unfathomable level. The lieutenant was sure the other two men must have recognised his reciprocation, his open fondness and soft spot for them. The fucking clueless bastard who didn’t know the first thing about normal behavior, Price thinks with love.

And he’d reached his limit with trying to let Simon do it his way.

So when they’re all down from a mission, Ghost making his way to exfil while the rest were already in the train, Price tells both his sergeants to just close their eyes. He’s met with a few dubious looks, but the tired expression on his face of trust me I know what I’m doing erases all doubts and they both do it.

The moment ghost’s voice clicks over comms, saying he’s made it out, Price sees both his sergeants relax, shoulders sagging as they let out a deep exhale, and smiles. All his boys cared about each other.

Gaz, who closes his eyes first, ends up falling asleep, lightly swaying with the motion to prevent himself from falling deeper. And Soap is well on his way under, his body stilling dangerously so for his normal state.

Price sits on the opposite seat, keeps his hat on his face to prevent Ghost from seeing his eyes, and lays back. To watch the chaos, of course. Ghost enters after a few minutes, his footsteps heavy before stopping, and then becoming impossibly soft, presumably because he sees them all asleep.

Price watches Ghost falter, THE Ghost look as uncertain and lost as a puppy, fidgeting as he tries to see where he can sit.

The bus starts, and the motion causes Gaz to almost slide off. But before Gaz can fully wake himself up to respond, Ghost catches him, takes the seat between the two sergeants, tightens his gentle grip around the other man, and allows him to rest his weight on Simon, to prevent him from moving any further.

Soap, half awake for all, this lifts his head a bit at the commotion, his battle with sleep was evident. He ends up trying to look at what is happening, before sleep wins and Johnny goes limp, head falling against Simon’s before he realises what happened and tries to lift himself, ending with his head falling back.

And Ghost once again, doesn’t let it. He lifts his shoulder to better support the other man’s neck, and tucks his chin over Soap’s head to keep him comfortable and safe. Soap is now practically leaning on Simon, the latter man for the first time in a long while not only allowing touch but initiating it.

The sergeants were safe and protected, both finally registering that Ghost indeed, had a soft spot for them, and made sure to keep including him in their warmth, making sure he knew he was a part of their family too.

[max1461]

I guess I feel like my life in the last few years is like. Maybe the last 5 years. It's like, fucking movie shit keeps happening, fucking straight out of a Greek tragedy or a fucking soap opera shit keeps happening, and I feel at this point like I must be inviting it somehow? But I feel like, I hate this kind of shit, I don't want to live a narrative I just want to live my fucking life, but all this like. I mean this targetted-ass-feeling narrative arc ass drama ass shit keeps happening to me. I don't feel like I'm inviting this. I mean I'm not talking about friendship drama I'm talking about like serious injury, genuine trauma, really fucked up shit. But I live a very quiet, sheltered life, I mean fuck, I don't party I don't do drugs or rock climb I'm a nerd, I sit in my room and read about linguistics and shit, I mean. My "wildest dreams" are like, move to Japan someday and shit. Yet I feel subjected to Greek tragedy level fuckery, like, why is this happening to me? It feels at this point almost supernatural, like, please explain this to me?

[am0ralexis]

Drunk and Horny (smut) ❤️‍🔥

The jangle of keys at the door was your first warning. The second was the unmistakable stumble of boots against the hardwood floor, followed by a muffled curse in Spanish. You didn’t even need to look up from your laptop to know who it was—Alex. Or, as his millions of fans knew him, Quackity.

You swiveled in your chair just as he crashed into the doorway, his dark hair messy under his ever-present beanie, his pale cheeks flushed with the unmistakable redness of someone who’d had one too many tequila shots. He leaned against the frame for support, his brown eyes glazed but intense, locking onto you like you were the only thing in the room that mattered.

“Heyyyyyy, best friend,” he slurred, his voice dripping with that exaggerated, drunken dramatics he was known for. He waved a hand in your direction, nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. “I’ve missed you. Like, so much. You have no idea.”

You raised an eyebrow, closing your laptop with a soft click. “Missed me? Alex, I saw you this morning.”

He blinked, as if processing that information was like trying to decipher a foreign language. Then he waved it off, stumbling further into the room. “Fuck this morning, bro. I’m dying. Like, actually dying.”

You snorted, leaning back in your chair. “Dying? What, did you finally drink enough to kill off your liver?”

“No,” he groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch across from you. He threw an arm over his eyes, like he was in some kind of soap opera. “It’s worse. I’m horny.”

You choked on air, coughing as your face heated up. “What?”

“Horny,” he repeated, his voice rising an octave. He sat up suddenly, his eyes wide and pleading. “Do you understand? I haven’t seen a girl’s tits in person in, like, forever. I haven’t eaten pussy in even longer. And I’m drunk, and I’m horny, and if I don’t do something about it, I’m going to explode.”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. This wasn’t the first time Alex had come home drunk and said something ridiculous, but this? This was on a whole new level.

“Alex,” you started, your voice firm but laced with disbelief, “you’re drunk. Like, really drunk. You need to sleep this off.”

“No!” he exclaimed, scrambling to his knees on the couch. He looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach flip, his hands gripping the back of the couch for balance. “I can’t sleep like this. I’ll die. I’ll literally die, and you’ll have to explain to my fans why Quackity’s dead, and it’ll be your fault because you didn’t let me eat you out.”

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re ridiculous. You’re not dying, and you’re certainly not eating… that.”

Alex’s face fell, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that was almost comically childish. “Why not?” he whined. “You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to help me when I’m in need. And I’m in need. Like, seriously in need.”

“Alex,” you said, your voice rising slightly, “this is not something best friends do. You’re drunk, and you’re not thinking straight.”

“I’m thinking so straight right now,” he shot back, his words slurring together. “God, you’re so hot. Have I ever told you that? Because you’re, like, stupid hot. And you’re here, and I’m here, and I’m horny. It’s like fate or some shit.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is not fate. This is you being a fucking mess.”

He was quiet for a moment, and when you peeked through your fingers, you saw him staring at you with an expression that was somehow both desperate and determined. He crawled off the couch, stumbling slightly as he made his way over to you. Before you could react, he dropped to his knees in front of your chair, his hands resting on your thighs.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice soft but laced with raw need. His brown eyes were wide, almost innocent in their pleading. “I’ll make you feel so good. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll edit your videos for free. I’ll bake you brownies. I’ll even—” He paused, thinking for a moment. “I’ll even wear Discord light mode forever. Just… please.”

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. His hands on your thighs were warm, even through the fabric of your sweatpants, and the way he was looking at you—like you were his only lifeline—was doing things to you that you didn’t want to admit.

“Alex,” you said weakly, your voice trembling. “This is… this is a bad idea.”

“No, it’s not,” he insisted, his fingers tightening slightly. “It’s the best idea. Trust me. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You hesitated, your mind racing. This was Alex. Your best friend. The guy who’d been there for you through everything, who knew you better than anyone else. But this… this was crossing a line. A line you weren’t sure you could uncross once it was crossed.

And yet, as you looked down at him, at the way his lips parted slightly, at the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wanted this. That wanted him.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “If we do this… it can’t change anything. We’re still best friends, okay?”

His face lit up, a wide, drunken grin spreading across his features. “Best friends forever,” he agreed, nodding eagerly. “Nothing changes. Promise.”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. “Okay,” you said softly. “Okay.”

His grin widened, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling your sweatpants down, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. You bit your lip, your fingers gripping the arms of the chair as he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You’re going to forget every other guy who’s ever touched you.”

You let out a shaky laugh, your head falling back against the chair. “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he said, his tone playful but laced with determination.

And then, Alex’s hands were warm, almost feverish, as they slid up your thighs, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your panties. You shivered, the anticipation coiling in your stomach like a spring about to snap. His breath hitched as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, tugging them down with deliberate slowness. The cool air hit your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from him as he leaned in closer, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words were slurred, his drunk mind barely able to form sentences, but the sincerity in his tone made your chest tighten. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he knelt between your legs, his gaze fixed on you like he’d never seen anything like it.

You could feel your cheeks flush, your heart pounding in your ears as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The kiss was soft, almost reverent, and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. He kissed his way up slowly, his breath hot against your skin, each touch of his lips making your legs tremble.

“Alex,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. His name was a plea, a question, a command all at once. He hummed in response, the sound low and satisfied, as his fingers traced the edge of your slick folds. You gasped, your back arching off the chair as he teased you, his touch light but maddeningly precise.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Is this all for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, his fingers dipping lower to gather your arousal before pressing against your entrance. You bit down on your lip, stifling a moan as he pushed inside, just the tip at first, testing your reaction.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hands gripping the arms of the chair so tightly your knuckles turned white. He smirked—of course he smirked—even in this state, his confidence never wavered. He added another finger, curling them slightly as he began to move, the stretch making your breath hitch. His pace was slow, deliberate, his eyes locked on your face as he watched every flicker of pleasure cross your features.

“You feel fucking incredible,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “I could do this all night.” His words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you reached out, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. He let out a low groan, his hips shifting as if he were imagining himself buried deep inside you instead of just his fingers.

But then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away, and you let out a frustrated whine. He chuckled, the sound deep and velvety, as he leaned in, his lips replacing his fingers. His tongue flicked against your clit, the sensation sending a shockwave through your entire body. You cried out, your head falling back as he groaned against you, the vibrations making your toes curl.

“Alex, oh my god—” you gasped, your hands tightening in his hair. He didn’t respond, too focused on the task at hand, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. He teased you relentlessly, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel the pressure building, your hips rocking against his mouth as you chased that delicious friction. He moaned against you, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you still as he worked you over. His tongue dipped lower, plunging inside you, and you let out a strangled cry, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Come for me.” His words were all it took, the tension in your body snapping as you came undone, your vision whiting out for a moment as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He didn’t let up, his tongue continuing to work you through it, drawing out every last shuddering gasp from your lips.

When he finally pulled away, you were panting, your body limp in the chair as he looked up at you with a smug grin. “Told you I’d make you feel good,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. You couldn’t even muster the energy to respond, your mind still hazy from the intensity of it all.

He stood up, his knees cracking slightly as he moved, and you could see the bulge in his sweatpants, straining against the fabric. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours.

“My turn,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation as your hand trailed down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he realized your intent. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the bulge straining against the fabric, and it sent a rush of desire through you.

Alex smirked, his usual confidence shining through even in his drunken state. “Oh, you’re gonna—” he started, but his words were cut off by a low groan as your fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging his sweatpants down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang free, thick and already leaking with pre-cum, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you murmured, your hand wrapping around his length, giving him a slow stroke. He hissed through his teeth, his hips twitching forward into your touch. You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze with a look that made his breath catch. “Let me take care of you,” you said, your voice low and sultry.

“Fuck, yes,” he choked out, his fingers tangling in your hair as you leaned in, your tongue flicking out to tease the tip. He tasted salty, his skin hot against your lips, and you moaned softly at the sensation. His grip tightened in your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know he was already losing control.

You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around the head before sinking down, savoring the way he filled your mouth. His hips jerked, and he let out a strangled curse, his head falling back as you worked him over. “You’re so good at this,” he breathed, his voice thick with pleasure. “So fucking good.”

You hummed around him, the vibrations making him groan, his hands tightening in your hair. He was already close, his breathing ragged, and you could feel the tension coiling in his body. You looked up at him through your lashes, meeting his gaze as you took him as deep as you could, your throat muscles contracting around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” he managed, his voice breaking as he came with a groan, his release spilling into your mouth. You swallowed him down, your tongue lapping up every last drop as he shuddered above you. When you finally pulled away, he was breathing hard, his eyes glazed over as he looked down at you.

“Told you I’d make you feel good too,” you said with a teasing smile, your voice a little hoarse. He let out a breathless laugh, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips lingering against yours. “You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with satisfaction.

[bellysoupset]

Carsickness?

Leo was bouncing his leg up and down as they waited for Bella and Luke to get out of the house. He was trying to keep an upbeat attitude, after all Jonah was already cranky enough for both of them, but it was hard when those two idiots seemed to always be late for everything.

"How are you gonna run for mayor if you cannot make it to a 9 AM appointment, Luke?" Leo groaned, as they finally walked out, Lucas bouncing on his feet, while Bella trailed after him with a tired demeanor.

"I'm running for mayor?" Luke frowned, jumping the last two steps and messing up Leo's hair, causing the blonde to shove him off with a scoff.

"Give it five years," Leo grumbled, while Jonah simply huffed, arms crossed to his chest and leaning against his car.

"Twenty three minutes," Jon said through his teeth, leveling Lucas with a glare, then Bella as well for good measure, "you two said you'd be waiting for us, twenty three minutes ago."

"Oh my, you're going to die because you waited twenty minutes?" Lucas rolled his eyes, "you're the one who invited us, if you don't want us-"

"Actually, I invited Bella," Leo cleared up, feeling a smidge of amusement over his annoyance that matched his boyfriend's. If there was one thing they could agree on was that being late was terrible.

Luke made a wounded face, all but pouting and stumbling into place, "Ah... You don't want me to go...?"

Well, shit.

More often than not they could joke and all be sarcastic and mean and it barely registered, but in truth the last thing that Leo wanted was to hurt his friends. He let out a sigh, "I didn't say that."

"God, you guys are so mushy," Bella groaned, planting a hand on her husband's back and shoving him forward, "get in the car, Atwood."

It was all the incentive they needed and they got the party on the road. Leo was driving, for once, because he really didn't want to go pick up his new car feeling carsick and woozy. Jonah was still in a shitty mood, but he had retrieved JD from her cat carrier box and was petting her, a clear tell his mood would be looking up soon enough. And Luke wouldn't shut the fuck up.

He was like a little kid, or rather, a puppy trapped in the backseat of their car that was far too small for him. Bella was leaning against the door, curled up slightly and watching him with a fond smile on, not seeming bothered by the fact he didn't seem able to stand still.

Leo wondered if he had that same type of stupid love struck look on when he looked at Jonah, because for all Bella wanted to upkeep her bitchface, she was clearly smitten to hell and back.

"Do you guys wanna stop for breakfast?" Luke pushed his face slightly against the window as they drove by a side of the road restaurant.

"Our appointment is at 10h30 AM" Jonah reminded them, "no stopping."

"Can we turn music on?"

"No."

"You're gonna remove that stick from your ass or...?" Lucas rolled his eyes, sliding his had in between seats so he could pet JD, only for Jonah to turn his body away, shielding the cat.

Leo caught Bella's eyes in the rearview mirror and she was grinning like mad, leaning to whisper in his ear, "they're never beating the sibling allegations."

Leo snorted at the thought, glancing at Jonah once more and the frankly very similar jawline he had with Luke... Whatever. They had enough family drama without needing to turn their group into a full blown soap opera with paternity reveals and what not.

The shop they were headed to was in Portland and not the best area of the town, hence why Leo had asked Bella to tag along. If there was one person in their friend group that he trusted with mechanics it was Bell, and even more so to kick the ass of anyone trying to scam him.

The opportunity had just been too good to pass up, a beautiful white SUV that had Leo already imagining himself inside of it like a prince and better yet, that fit the price he had set for himself. Of course Jonah had bitched and moaned about getting a second hand car, but he could bitch and moan all he wanted, Leo wanted to pay for his own car thank you very much.

Again, if there was anyone who understood that, it was Bella and her Jurassic car, that was older than both their ages combined.

"Uhm, Leo," Bella poked his shoulder, "can you pull over? Over there," she pointed over his shoulder to a quiet street in a bit of a broke down neighborhood. No, he did not want to pull over Jon's fancy BMW, but he did anyway.

"What's wrong?" Lucas asked, who had successfully managed to pspspsp JD to rest her little head in his hand, turning to look at his wife.

"Just a second," Bella mumbled, pushing his had away from her waist when Luke tried to hold her, and opening the door.

She circled the car and Leo frowned, looking at Jon with a puzzled expression, "what the hell...?" in the rearview mirror he saw Bella brace against the trunk, taking deep, measured breaths... Then bend down and disappear from view.

"What the fuck!?" Leo echoed his incredulity, throwing his own door open just in time to hear her retching, half muffled by Luke's exaggerated, "BELL!"

Leo got out as well, while Jon kept his ass planted inside, but threw open his door, carefully moving JD back to her carrier.

As soon as Leo rounded the back, he found Bella almost down to her knees, coughing. She was holding on the back of the car with one hand, while the other one was trying - and sort of failing - to keep back her hair. There was a small puddle of vomit, but nothing much.

"Why didn't you say you were feeling sick, baby?!" Lucas skipped down to his knees, grabbing her and starting to rub her back, causing Bella to let out an annoyed groan.

"I'm fine..." She panted, eyes squeezed shut and breathing slowly through her mouth. Leo raised his eyebrows, not sure if he was impressed by her ability to lie in face of the evidence or not.

"Did you get carsick?" he asked, sidestepping the mess and Bella shook her head, blowing out a small burp and leaning more forward. Luke planted a hand on her forehead, supporting her head as her stomach, appearing thanks to her crop top, heaved once more.

Leo cringed in sympathy and returned to the car, where Jonah had a queasy frown on, "no," Leo knelt on the seat, poking his fiancé, "no bitching at her for getting sick, be nice."

"I'm not a dog," Jonah barked at him and JD meowed, sounding offended just like her owner. Leo snorted, grabbing a water bottle in the glovebox and showing his tongue to his cat.

"Stop siding with him, little miss, he doesn't even give you extra snacks," Leo whispered, then walked back to the back, where Bella was trying and failing to cough up more of last night's dinner.

"Shh," Luke held her hair back now, deciding to make himself useful, and was rubbing her back with the other hand, "deep breaths, baby."

"Shut- Shut up," Bella groaned, gulping down nauseously. She lifted up her head to look at Leo, "I'm sorry..." her throat bobbed dangerously, "just give me a minute."

"No, take your time," Leo frowned, "don't worry about the appointment, the guy can wait ten minutes."

The irony of his words, when they had been bitching about waiting just an hour before, was not lost on Leo and he opened a smile. Bella offered him a little queasy smirk, before groaning, "oh god-" and heaving again, managing to bring up a mouthful of brightly colored stuff against the tarmac.

A gruesome sight, really. Leo's disgust probably showed on his face, because Luke glared over Bella's head, "go away," he said roughly and Leo jumped, spooked.

"Sorry, I- I'm gonna give you some privacy, sorry-" he walked backwards to the driver's side and entered, feeling a stab of guilt. He didn't mean to make Bella self conscious, hopefully this was just Luke being insane...

"Is she alright?" Jon asked, glancing at the rearview mirror. They couldn't see much, just Luke rubbing his wife's back and Bella's bending down with another heave, "that was out of nowhere."

"It's this stupid stanced car," Leo grumbled, crossing his arms, "I wouldn't survive 10 minutes in the back."

"My car is not stanced," Jon wrinkled his nose, offended, "it's just a sports car."

"The back is cramped."

"Luke was fine and he's twice her size," Jonah pointed out, then perked up as the couple in question walked back to the car.

Bella collapsed inside, holding the water bottle to her face, appreciating the cool surface. Her voice was all raspy as she said, "sorry, guys," she gulped down, "don't know what happened."

"Carsickness is a bitch," Leo volunteered, then nearly laughed as he saw Luke trying to fix Bella's top and her shoving his hand away and hissing, "stop fussing, I'm fine."

"Hold on," Leo turned up the A/C to the max, knowing it'd help and Bella let out a small relieved sigh. She opened her eyes, seeming to be coming back to her former self, then unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, taking a sip.

"Let's go?"

"You don't want us to wait a minute?" Luke frowned, stroking her cheek despite Bella's previous shoves, "just so your stomach settles?"

"It's plenty settled," she cleared her throat, taking a bigger gulp, "c'moooon, I'm not dying. Let's go, we're getting blondie a new car today."

And sure, she was all show and badass attitude, but Bella did look better. Her paleness was fading quickly and she no longer was gulping down nervously. Nevertheless, Leo kept an eye on her, just in case.

The mechanic wasn't far out, but the guy smelled like beer and immediately assumed Bella and Leo were together, since they were the first to enter. How the guy hadn't clocked him as gay was beyond Leo, but he bit his tongue and said nothing as the mildly homophobic man continued to chat up Bella as if she was the airhead wife who called the shots of their relationship with pouts and whines.

"It's a nice car, right ma'am?" the man opened the driver's door for Bella, adjusting the seat, "gonna impress all your friends, it's a head turner."

"I know, right?" Bella's voice was up a whole note to a chilling degree and Leo opened a huge smile at her cheerleader tone, "Leo, sweetheart, look at the automatic panel..."

"Its got a blindspot detector," the mechanic continued to prattle on, "it's keyless and-" he clicked on a button, opening the trunk, "a huge trunk for all sorts of groceries."

"A big trunk, Leo!" Bella squealed and Leo had to press his lips not to laugh, "he loves it, if you know what I mean," she winked and the man nodded in approval, letting his eyes go down Bell's body, completely missing the double meaning.

"Yes, ma'am, he's a lucky man," he said patting the leather seat, "the backseat is spacious, you wanna check it?"

"Absolutely," Bella jumped from the driver's seat so she could climb in the back.

Leo took the chance since they were both preoccupied, so he could look back to where Luke and Jon were waiting at the doors of the garage, both silently shaking with giggles. Jonah's face was an entire shade darker with a blush and he looked close to tears from the effort of holding back laughter.

"Can we take a look under the hood, Keith?" Bella asked and the man eagerly approved.

"Of course, darling, c'mere-" he opened the hood, then did nothing, gesturing around, "as you see, it's all in order-"

"Battery is not original," Bella's voice was now back to its own normal tone and the man seemed startled, "neither is the painting, the car used to be orange," she pointed a detail, "and-" she started unscrewing something that was totally beyond Leo's knowledge, then turned around and grabbed a metal rod from one of the mechanic benches, cleaning it and shoving it inside the compartment she had just unscrewed, "this oil is from the last century, he'll need to get this changed ASAP. You're gonna reduce the price of that, of course- Did you change out the radiator? Why?"

Keith looked like he had just seen a magic trick and his brain was trying and failing to figure it out. He spluttered a bit, so Bella planted her hands on her hips, "Keith?"

In the end, Leo got two thousand bucks off the price he had originally planned to pay, as well as a whole wheel, that they gracefully put in the really large trunk.

They drove out separately now, Leo and Bella in the new vehicle, and Jon, Luke and JD in Jonah's car, "I kinda miss having keys," Leo pouted, "I was gonna get a cute keychain."

"You can still get one for your house keys," Bella smiled, leaning in to squeeze his arm, "and for the emergency car keys."

"I guess," he couldn't stop smiling, "at least now you're not gonna be carsick on the drive back. I'm sorry, we should've thought Jonah's car was cramped as hell and taken Luke's-"

"I wasn't carsick," Bella shrugged, lowering her window and smiling as Jon zoomed past them, honking for good measure. It was probably Luke driving.

"No?"

"Nah, felt off since I woke up," her cheeks turned pink, hand sliding to her stomach in a fond manner... And Leo nearly drove his brand new (sorta) car straight into a lamp post.

"Bella?!"

"No," she shook her head, then paused, "I don't know, don't think so," Bella bit down her lip, seeming hesitant for the first time all day, all the brilliant confidence he had seen before vanishing in a puff, "don't tell anyone, not that there's anything to tell, just-"

"Does Luke-" his mouth was really dry now and his heart was hammering, as if Leo was the father of Bella's hypothetical baby. She shrugged, uncomfortable.

"Please don't say anything," she looked away, "like I said, it's probably not it."

"Ah," Leo's head was spinning now and he stopped at a red light, catching up with Luke and Jonah. The window lowered and Jonah poked his head out, sunglasses on and whistling.

"Hey handsome!" he yelled and Leo lowered his window, but he was really off his game now, "can I have your number!?"

He chuckled weakly, while Bella leaned over him, "fuck off, he's taken, Jonah!" she said brightly, squeezing Leo's arm so he'd get himself together, "suuuuch a lucky guy to land a beautiful woman like me, Keith said so!"

Jonah cackled, raising a middle finger and lowered his sunglasses, a lopsided smile on as he caught Leo's eyes, "race you home?" Luke made the BMW roar.

Bella scoffed, patting Leo's shoulder, "c'mon, blondie, get your shit together. Your car is cooler than Jon's prehistoric BMW!" she shouted the last line and Jonah continued to laugh.

"Can't hear you over the noise of you LOSING!"

Leo shook his head, catching Bella's eyes and then squeezed her hand in his, forcing up a smile and turning to her, "put your seatbelt on, Bell," then to Jonah, leaning out of his window as well, "eat dust, motherfucker."

All he heard was Jonah saying, "crush 'em," to Luke before the lights turned green.

[tellywoodtrash]

buried hearts ep 3 lb

ok so this is a kinda silly soap opera-y show that i'm purely watching for park hyung sik coz..............

eps 1 and 2 introduced us to his character, seo dong ju - he's a mid-level managerial chamcha (to the chairman) in a big corporate setup. he is ambitious and wants to climb the ranks but also gave up the opportunity to be set up with chairman's granddaughter. he meets this other girl in a cafe and they fall in love and live together happily in their love nest for 8 years.......... until he goes to the wedding of aforementioned heiress, AND DISCOVERS THAT HIS GF WAS THE GRANDDAUGHTER ALL ALONG!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE CHOSE TO KEEP HIM IN THE DARK ALL THIS WHILE, AND DITCHED HIM TO MARRY A PROSECUTOR (who sdj has an adversarial relationship with from school/college? he's also the nephew of a creepy old buddha yeom jang seon who was some kind of mentor to sdj) sdj is gobsmacked and heartbroken as we get some looks into how this super rich family's internal dynamics are (fucked, as are the ones of every rich family.) ep 2 ended with a murder attempt on sdj by yjs ka goon (coz sdj was fuckin his now-ghar ki bahu and that's against his ghairat or some such shit), and ooooopsie sdj kills the assassin in self defense.

OK LESSSSSSGO.

*cracks knuckles coz it's legit been years since i did one of these*

baby love, maybe don't try to remove a wholeass dead man's blood on you with just tissues? this is gonna take an eternity.

ok so sdj stole the assassin's phone and it got a call asking if he (sdj) was dead yet. it's from the right hand man of creepy buddha

right hand man came to the killsite to check on what's up and lmaoooooooooooooo sdj just reversed his car over him hahahahahaha LOVE IT. EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD DO.

buddha is antsy and waiting for an update while staring at his aquarium, when toota phoota bodyguard is thrown into the room by a bloody (yet still super hot) sdj

sdj plain and simple telling yjs ki i don't wanna die, spare me. can't relate. i am always begging for the sweet release of death

wth is yjs's problem anyway?????

sdj tells yjs that he's skimmed off some of the slush fund buddha's been hoarding under the guise of national patriotism fund or some such shit. let him live and he'll return the money and disappear.

how much money? 39 BILLION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

buddha is outraged but sdj is like paisa waapis chahiye ki nahi? 2 billion abhi doonga, 7b after i walk out of here safe, and the rest after my safety is guaranteed. smart boi. not just shakal, though that toh is *chefs kiss*

buddha has audacity to ask you don't trust me?????? god, just kill him rn sdj. na rahega baans, na bajegi baansuri.

it's an audacity competition coz sdj called on that poor right hand dude who was just hit (very hard!!!!!!) by a car 10 min ago and tells him to bring them some water and wine. the amount i'd get done if i had the arrogance of a man, istg

sdj warns that if they send anyone after him the rest of the money's gonna go poof

meanwhile dhokebaaz dilruba is here to visit the sasuraal

ran into a blood drenched sdj who just stalked up to her and laid a honking kiss on her. SIR YOU FUCKING HER BEFORE HER SHAADI ITSELF IS WHAT MADE THAT OLD MAN WANNA KILL YOU. ABHI USKE GHAR KE AANGAAN MEIN HI KHADE HOKAR CHUMMA CHAATI KAR RHA HAI USKE BAHU KE SAATH

ladki ko bhi khaas aitraaz nahi, but then it's phs so...........

husband saunters into the lawn to find her sitting there all dazed. she evades his questions and walks away

sdj is exhaustedddddddd after all the attempted murder and blackmail. but still has the presence of mind to scan under his car and finds a tracker there

he digs out a weird anti-tapping phone contraption and calls some chick who runs a guitar store and asks to borrow some money

gets back in to his car (tracker now removed) and leaves, now all blood free and skin glowing like the literal fuckin moon (kuch bhi ho, 10 step kbeauty routine is non-negotiable)

buddha and poor ran-over pancake chamcha looking at the tracker (which is now just attached to a fire extinguisher in sdj's parking lot lol) and wondering if he really has all that money

guitar store friend says she'll lend him the money as he warns he might not be able to pay her back. she asks if the bug he planted on buddha's system will work, and he reminds her SHE made it

calls buddha and says he's transferred the 7 billion and makes him login to his netbanking, badi safaai se getting his password (sdj has a photographic memory!)

he's sleeping in his car outside some house/cafe when he's woken up by a young dude who asks if he's a detective or something. sdj just helps him unload a delivery truck without giving any answers

oooooh ok, in the previous ep chairman of the company had taken sdj to see this cafe, which is owned by his secret mistress. this kid is an illegitimate son who chairman wants to bring into the family business and tasked sdj with helping. (there's a lotta family politics in chairman's family about inheritances and shit)

kid's mom comes out and remembers him from when he was here with chairman. sdj assures her he didn't say anything to the kid, who seems to be in the dark about all this familial intrigue.

he does tell her that chairman wants his son to legitimize himself, which the mom seems against, but sdj kinda subtlyyyyyy indicates she has no real choice about it.

as he leaves the cafe, he sees the kid following him on his bike.

sdj meets chairman and tells him that he hung out with his secret son but didn't spill any secrets coz it's too soon

apparently sdj and the kid became friends?

sdj asks for a favor - some time off. much needed after A MURDER ATTEMPT

sdj is invited to family dinner - yikes, awkward (coz 1. all of family knows he was their daughter's lover whom she screwed over, and 2. he has a lot of influence over the chairman and is the cause of dilruba's stepdad not getting the promotion he wanted)

dhokebaaz dilruba ne bhi maari entry

took off her sunglasses and SHE HAS A BRUISED FACE????

everyone's yelling about how her husband is a fuckin scumbag for beating her

LOLLLLLLLL THE HUSBAND ENTERS WITH A BROKEN TAANG

everyone looks at girly pop shocked, and she's just like 💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽

she refuses to go back home with husband. husband grabs her wrist and when she yanks it away, her treasured bracelet (given by sdj) breaks, revealing a tattoo matching the one sdj has around HIS wrist (with her name intertwined in it)

yearninggggg as they stare at each other longinglyyyyyyyy. beech mein husband bada awks ho rha.

poori family gathered outside grandpa's office chatting shit as grandpa deals with poti (who's named eunnam btw)

grandpa declares that eunnam will stay here. husband and his tooti taang are dismissed.

sdj has been hanging out outside the home. seeing husband leave, he makes his way to eunnam's balcony.

they embrace sadly as he hands her a phone and tells her he'll call her. something about this scene is giving me the vibes of slb's ram leela

stepdad and mom come into the room, and stepdad immediately clocks this new extra phone and that the balcony door is ajar

eunnam tells parents how husband and she fought about her relationship with sdj

stepdad (who eunnam suspects of killing her bio dad) tries to play dad and she's like pft fuck off pls

mom tells her she chose this marriage and she's like naah i just wanted the shares that were promised to me on marrying a dude of the family's choice so i can beat your husband at this corporate game our fam's got going on

she leaves and mom gets a bunch of pics of sdj hanging out with the illegitimate kid. now ofc she and her sister wouldn't want that lil whippersnapper to come take the whole company over from under their noses. one more reason in the "murder tf out of sdj" column for these ppl

sdj and female hacker friend make plans to do their hacking business and she tells him to hit her up once he's back from his break

he transfers some more money to buddha and asks him to check on it, as he gains access through his own system into their accounts

buddha bids him goodbye and declares their business finished. sdj coollllllly hangs up AND CHANGES THE PASSWORD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

so now not only does sdj have back the 39 billion, but also access to the rest of the trillions that was in the slush fund!!!!!!!!!!!!

as sdj goes on his break (chilling on a boat in the middle of the ocean) we hear his call with eunnam, where he tells her all he wants is money and her. he has the money, all she needs to do is come to him

he watches a buncha chutkus play basketball and eats ice cream as he waits for eunnam to show up

she watches him play with a kid from a taxi in the distance. more snippets of the call - where he says he'll stay single forever if she doesn't show up and she gently chides him for clinging to her even after all that's happened

he calls her and even though she's RIGHT THERE, she tells him she's not coming. just as she smiles and goes to get out of the taxi, she's kidnapped by a buncha ppl in suits!!!!!

sdj left heartbroken for a wholeass SECOND time, which is fuckin UNBOHLIEVABLE

he's back on his boat, puts on a suit..... and starts playing the violin???? alag hi qism ka chutiya simp insaan hai yeh???

meanwhile kidnapped sis is weeping in the back of the hijacked taxi, ruing all her shitty life decisions. this is what you get when you fuck over pixie-eared puppy boi phs, you bitch

oh no someone's approaching his boat on a jetski or something?

he's suddenly shotttttttttttt at by that person!!!!!!! one bullet gets him somewhere in the abdomen

he jumps into the ocean to evade as dude continues shooting

sinking unconsciously. oh no my killing eve finale trauma is coming back. the way they shit the bed with the last 5 minutes of the show, i'll never forgive them

shooter steers away and it's eunnam's stepdad!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he colluded with creepy buddha to get sdj out of the way. question is if buddha has discovered he's been hacked yet or not

ohhhhhhhh, stepdad seems to have some regrets (there's some talk about how stepdad was the one who introduced sdj to buddha?) but buddha is rejoicing and calls for celebrations and also offers money as a little gift to stepdad for "taking care of the filth"

login attempt FAILEDDDDDDDD and run-over pancake chamcha is panickinggggg. buddha goes to investigate.

stepdad is meanwhile being confronted by a hallucination of sdj who asks why he did it and stepdad says it was for the company. but his eyes are filling up with tears????? what's the tea bro?????

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA MEANWHILE BUDDHA IS REALIZING THAT THE ONLY PRETTY LIL HEAD WITH THE PASSWORD TO THEIR BANKING HAS BEEN SHOT AND LEFT FOR DEAD ON HIS VERY ORDERS

IT'S AN ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT AND THEY HAVE LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY TO GET INTO IT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MAN AMAZING

buddha is now turning on stepdad and asking him to take responsibility?!!?!? make it make sense

buddha even has photo/video proof of stepdad killing sdj and asks him to figure out how to recover the whole amount

stare-off of two kameene old men who has no idea wtf to do now

meanwhile sdj's unconscious body is found on the shore by a fisherman who promptly looted his v expensive watch

the fisherman goes home, pleased by his find of the day, looking over it at dinner WHEN HIS DOOR BANGS OPEN IN THE RAINY NIGHT AND SDJ STANDS THERE GLOWERING LIKE HE'S CLAWED HIS WAY BACK FROM HELL. it sounds all horrific, but the tone of the scene is pretty comedic to me, esp with the endless screaming of the fisherman lol

the fisherman throws the watch back at sdj and demands he gtfo when sdj just collapses onto the floor, looking dead again lmao

stepdad toh qaid hain buddhe ki room mein coz honestly, the fuck is he supposed to do about this whole unholy sitch

he finally tells buddha ki poora amount toh lauta nahi sakta, but he'll try to get him the funds he needs from the company coz they have some secret funds stashed away as well. guillotine for all you mfs istg

chairman seems to be the one who got eunnam kidnapped so she couldn't run off with sdj???? i think. idk. chairman seems to dote on and trust sdj a lot, but i think he sees him as too inferior to be part of his family via marriage

stepdad meanwhile sneaks into chairman's library to try and get the codes to his safe (that only chairman and sdj know)

chairman's trusted secretary almost catches stepdad!

stepdad tries to open the safe with the code he found from a book in the library but it keeps failing (coz i guess it's written in reverse or something maybe)

angry laughing like boman irani from munnabhai mbbs as he realizes that sdj being alive is the only solution to all his problems

dua kaam kar gayi as sdj wakes up in the fisherman's cottage!!!!!!!!!

[the-owl-tree]

Out of curiosity, how do you think of "realism" in xenofiction? I ask bc of course I prefer when stories make full use of the characters' species rather than having them act exactly like humans would, but I think some people take it too far.

For example, I saw someone write off Wolves of the Beyond (which I have other issues with but not the point) as "wolves in name only" because the pack structure is different than the small family units that real wolves have, even though the characters being wolves is essential to the story otherwise. I've also seen a lot of Warrior Cats fans complain about the fact that real cats physically cannot shrug, roll their eyes, laugh, cry, etc, so it's disrespectful of biology to include it in your fanfiction (even though there are much bigger fish to fry in Warriors canon not treating its characters like actual cats lol)

Of course there are some things that ruin suspension of disbelief even for me (Tallstar's Revenge tunneling system my beloathed) but I feel like a lot of people don't want any level of anthropomorphism or fantasy in xenofiction and I don't really get why.

I feel like to add the disclaimer that I'm not really well read in xenofiction as I'd like to be (and that's what I'm trying to use this blog for, to encourage myself since I want to get more into the genre) and that this is just definitely my biased take lol

I think there's definitely a line to straddle, one reason I get the complaints with Warriors is that it doesn't really utilize their animal cast in an interesting way. They're tiny humans, it being a non-human perspective really doesn't play that big of a role in the story. But in the end, I think it's ultimately the story you want to tell. Secret of Nimh and Tale of Desperaux would not work if they were written in the same way the Fox and the Hound and Raptor Red are. Even Watership Down, which I generally would say tries to capture realistic rabbits, allows more fantastical elements because it allows more interesting drama and thematic writing.

and, with that, i think warriors being realistically written would actively make it worse at this point. it would get in the way of the drama. warriors is a story about political drama between factions and soap opera levels of family and romantic drama. a realistic clowder system and cat behavior just wouldn't let them tell the story they want to tell.

So no, depending on the story being told, I think straying away from realism is fine. The unrealistic behaviors and fantasy shit in Warriors doesn't take me out of it because, well, it's Warriors! A damn cat lifted a tree once!!! So I've never really cared or agreed with the complaints about it being unrealistic, the entire premise of the books tells you right away these are not going to realistic cats lol

That said, related to a post made before, I can understand why there's some frustration with stories that are inspired by Warriors but seem more so interested in commentating and fixing Warriors than making their stories their own.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

as someone who’s had long lasting tomodachi islands before- as in, i played the game on and off long enough to unlock the entirety of the seasonal content, so that’s at least a little over half a year- my advice on having fun with it? is to not be controlling. let your little guys run free. trying to rng manipulate or save edit is like herding cats anyway with how capricious the little gremlins are. that makes it more frustrating than fun. treat it like you’re observing these guys in their enclosures and it suddenly becomes addictive to the max and that can last for a long ass time. making sense of your little guys personal soap opera is way more fun than rigging shit i promise.

also:

try and keep a relatively balanced mix of male and female miis for maximum relationship drama. they can change age but not their gender (unless you have a save editor) and we do not yet have the pansexual polycules of miitopia.

this does not mean you can’t make gay miis. literally gender in this game is just a marker of who's attracted to who. pronouns aren’t even used that often. there’s a mod out there that straight up changes gender to type a and type b for all it matters and that’s how i see it on my island. this also allows for lots of bisexuality if you have enough. it is FAR from ideal obviously but it’s such an easy workaround and if you get into the mindset of the gender selection being “type mostly attracted to women” and “type mostly attracted to men” your island will quickly become bisexual as all hell.

give your miis gifts ASAP! i'd advise filling out their list of items before you do anything else on level up. each one has just a few possible things for miis to do with it but it quickly diversifies both the amount of shit you see miis doing as a whole and also makes individual miis feel more different despite that.

if you want miis to change their outfits more get them mirrors! they do without it but mirrors make them do it more often autonomously as they’ll do it while you watch them hang out in their apartment. they’re pretty bad at co-ordinating hats and outfits tho lol.

the genetics system in this game is funky as shit so like, let your miis have babies they’re extremely funny. they’re also an instant extra dash of drama bc they’re the only way to have relatives in play unless you include your own irl relatives lol.

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Another fic because, why not?

@rosie-tyler thanks for the idea

"We need to get Terry Silver to believe he's won, well more so than he already has," Daniel tells Chozen in the backyard.

They are sitting by the pool having a drink.

"How do we do that Daniel-san?"

Daniel hates what he is about to say. The idea makes him squeamish, but it just might work. It might throw Terry off his game.

"I'm going to offer myself as a sensei for Cobra Kai."

Chozen looks surprised, "He won't believe you would he?"

Daniel had a sinking feeling it wouldn't matter. Not when it came to him.

Nobody knew it, well he told Chozen enough, and there was no way he was going to tell Amanda, but Terry had been secretly communicating with him. Attempting too at least, at first.

Daniel ignored the texts, the apologies, the gifts. Didn't dissuade the man though. The more Daniel pulled away, the harder Terry tried. Frankly it was all very juvenile, if it weren't for the fact Daniel knew Terry was more dangerous, especially if he felt he wasn't getting what he wanted.

He would do anything to protect his family, even sacrificing himself in order to do so. It sounded so overly dramatic, but this was his life. A full on soap opera.

"With Terry it's anyone's guess. I know he will be suspicious of course, of my motives. But I believe that he genuinely wants me to join him. He basically told me as much."

"I do not like this plan at all Daniel-san, it's dangerous, for you."

"I know Chozen, I know. Which is why we need to work fast. Once I find something to use against him, something that will bring it all down, I'm out. And you, you just protect my family okay?"

"Of course, I will protect your family with my life."

Daniel needs another drink.

He arrives when the Cobra Kai dojo first opens. Daniel drove by several times, working up the courage to go inside. He knows Terry Silver is there already. His car sits at the front. A Rolls Royce Black Badge. A car worth more than Daniel's entire yearly income plus half of Amanda's.

Terry was a level of wealthy that was dizzying.

Collecting his thoughts, focusing his mind, controlling his breathing, Daniel pulls up, and steps out of the car.

He can do this.

Fists clenched at this side, Daniel enters the dogo.

He almost laughs seeing Terry fucking Silver's face plastered everywhere. The decor is all sleek black, red, greys. Clean, flashy, but not gaudy. Except for Terry's face on some of the walls. It was a handsome face there was no denying that. A face Daniel had fantasies about when he was 18. Young and so naive.

He wasn't so naive anymore.

There isn't anyone around which makes this a bit more nerve-wracking. Having others around when dealing with Silver helped a lot with his anxiety. Being alone with Terry brought back a lot of unwelcomed feelings, and memories.

"Daniel?"

He was so caught up with checking the place out entering the main dojo training room, it gave time for Terry to walk up behind him.

Shit.

Well here it goes.

"Can we talk?"

Terry looks thrilled. Of course he would.

"Yes, of course, come let's talk in my office."

Black, crystal, glass, silver, the office is well designed. Terry gestures for Daniel to take a seat in the leather chair across from his glass desk.

"Well what do I owe the honor of your visit today Mr. LaRusso."

Oh we're being formal now? Daniel's eyebrow raises slightly hearing Terry call him Mr. LaRusso.

"I've shut down Miyagi-Do as agreed upon."

Terry has the audacity to give Daniel a pitying look.

"This must be hard for you."

Daniel scoffs, "Yeah well...look I'm really here because I want to continue teaching karate. Since...I can't back at my dojo, I thought why not here?"

He feels a tad smug seeing the look of absolute shock on Terry's face. The man was flabbergasted.

"Are you serious?" Terry asks, collecting himself.

Make him believe it.

"You told me you changed, you said Kreese was the problem with Cobra Kai, he's gone. You're in charge now. I want to see if what you said is true. I won't know unless I see it myself, that you've changed. That you won't lead the kids of the Valley astray."

Terry is smiling, before throwing up in hands, still in disbelief, "Well I...well this is quite the surprise for me. I never imagined you would ever set foot in another Cobra Kai dojo much less offer to teach here."

Just as quickly as a smile had appeared on Terry's face it was gone, replaced with a hard scrutinizing stare that made Daniel a little nervous. Well more nervous than before.

"How do I know you haven't come here to mess with me? You must have an ulterior motive."

"Mess with you? Hey that's your department remember? Not mine. If you're going to teach karate in my backyard, I need to see for myself it's not going to bring harm to these kids. That's it. No ulterior motives."

"And what if my teachings aren't up to your standards?" Terry pushes more.

"I...well we could work on that together."

Terry chuckles, still not quite believing what he was hearing.

"How about a trial run. You come, teach the students you wanna learn your Miyagi-Do style, sit in on some of my lessons. No major commitments, just to test the waters. How about we start with that?"

Daniel bits his lower lip, then answers, "Yeah I can agree to that,"

Terry leans forward, and extends his hand, "Welcome to Cobra Kai Daniel LaRusso."

Daniel forces a smile, and takes Terry's hand. Terry grips it so hard it causes Daniel to wince.

"I look forward to us working together Danny boy."

Oh there it is.

Daniel stares Terry down, but only for a second because well fuck, Terry is staring at him like he's a prime piece of meat. Looking downward, Daniel feels his cheeks begin to burn.

"You always did blush so prettily," Terry comments.

It was less than ten minutes and Terry began with the ~compliments~.

He pulls back his hand. Terry lets go, grinning, fully aware of how his comment has unbalanced Daniel. His cheeks are now very red, both with embarrassment and anger.

"If this is going to work we need some boundaries first," Daniel states trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

"What did you have in mind."

"First none of this Danny boy, second no weird...compliments, and thirdly you keep your hands to yourself."

Terry feigns offense, "Is that all Mr. LaRusso?"

Uhh, shit.

Daniel merely nods, meeting Terry's gaze once more. Don't be a coward, he tells himself.

"And here are some of mine, not boundaries, but requirements when you come into my dojo Mr. LaRusso. First you will wear a Cobra Kai gi, secondly you will not mention your family while you are here, and thirdly, if I suspect you are up to something, there will be consequences. Understood?"

How quickly this did not turn in Daniel's favor.

Steady, calm yourself, breathe, Daniel shuts his eyes briefly. Don't lash out. Don't do it.

"Agreed."

Terry is smiling again.

"Good, now let me walk you out, unless I can convince you to work out with me? For old time's sake."

He notices the way Daniel gets very rigid after he says that. Oh he knows what buttons to press. What did Daniel expect?

Oh Terry was delighted that Daniel came to him but he was no fool. Daniel was up to something. In the meantime, before he figured it out, he was going to have some fun with his Danny boy.

Terry Silver was going to make Daniel his one way or another.