#Who did you fuck Duval- WHo- Who did you have a kid with to make that possible???

[strange-doll-child]

Just saw Dokter Death, what the hell did I just watch

[harukamitsuki]

Hmm, most useless...

I'll look at this as 'least impactful'. As in, if you take them away from the narrative, nothing would change.

My pick is either Satou Rikido, as he just didn't do anything, or Hound Dog.

Satou's quirk is basically just steroids with constant road rage, a lesser version of both Izuku and Eijirou's quirks, and his character doesn't say anything, nor does he do anything other than call out Bakugou, (love him for that).

He doesn't fight any villains other than random goons that anyone could beat, and his character is so boring. All people know is that he likes to bake, but we don't know anything else.

Honestly, most of 1-A feel replaceable, because Horikoshi doesn't know how to juggle more than three characters at a time.

As for Hound Dog...

What the fuck did he do except be a gag? He could have been very important, seeing as he's a counsellor, something everyone needed, but nope. He's just a gag.

See, it's funny, because kids are supposed to feel safe around him and be open, but he's violent and has no concept of personal space. Laugh.

Yeah, those two are my top picks. I picked Satou over the others in 1-A, as they at least have varied quirks, whereas his is just a lesser version of more central characters.

There are more useless characters. Most of 1-B are useless, let's be honest. I like them, don't get me wrong, but they don't amount to much.

This is an issue with Horikoshi's writing. He introduces so many characters, but unlike say, One Piece, he doesn't give them enough time for us to actually care about them or even form an opinion.

One Piece is full to the brim with characters, and Oda makes you care about them. People even remember Duval, a character who appeared for one mini-arc, because his introduction was just that funny. We remember Condoriano, a filler character, because it was funny. We remember all those random background characters, because Oda made their appearance matter.

My Hero Academia just doesn't let you care about them.

Mha critical community: Who is the most useless character in the entire MHA canon? In your humble opinion? Be civil or I’ll bite your toes off

@bibibbon

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[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Op Men React to Hearing You Moan There Name Out Loud During Sex N/SFW

Hello Hello lovely spirits! Sinning hours tends to be something we often talk about apperantely a sinners mind is never at rest! Me and the lovely @simpforroses @starrybrujita and @fireflykaizoku came up with these lovely head cannons! There is more underway too! teehee I hope you enjoy!!

Warning: Sexual Content, Suggestive language, Penetration, Begging, Dominance from op men

Hearing the mumbling curse words coming from underneath his breath. The room was filled with cries of pleasure with a mixture of ecstasy. The sound of the skins slapping against one another. Feeling his girthy cock thrusting so deep inside of you. The moans coming from your mouth couldn’t be contained for much longer. He was just making you feel everything and anything the next thing you know the sweet sinful moans of calling out his names took him by shock.

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The Climaxer (the way you moan his name out loud as he continues to fuck you in sends him over the edge, just a few more thrusts hearing him say “fuck babe your gonna make me cum just the way you say my name.” )

Shanks, Franky, Ace, Bon Clay, Daz,  Shachi, Penguin, Fujitora, Katakuri, Curiel, Yassop, Lime juice, Usopp, Buggy, Haruta, Sanji

He wants you to say his name more (A smirk curling upon his face hearing his name spill out of your mouth “that’s right babe, keep saying my name just like that as I fuck you.” Feeling his fingers digging in your flesh)

Thatch, Aokiji, Vista, Benn, Kizaru, Marco, Killer, Cavendish(he enjoys hearing his name being praised like the god he is), Wire, Oven, Sabo, Whitebeard, Garp, Zoro,Rayleigh, Roger, Izou, Rakuyo, Bellamy, Buggy, Caesar Clown, Katakuri, Duval, Law. Katakuri

The dirty talker  (Leaning over to your ear “You must fucking love the way my cock fits so well deep inside of you. Just wait I’m going to have you on your knees while you clean the mess you made on my cock.”  he would lick the shell of your ear.)

Thatch, Vista, Ivankov, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Heat, Shachi, Perospero, Wyper, Enel

Gets very bashful  (his face becomes hot he could have sworn steam was coming from his ears  “I-i didn’t know you could say my name like that” would pique his interest wondering how many more times he can hear you say his name just like that.)

Koby, Usopp, Vander, X-Drake, Hawkins, Juzo, Kaku, Jinbe, Rosinante, Bartolomeo, Jean-Bart, Haruta, Caesar Clown

Raising the Volume (he will slam his cock into you deeper and harder wanting to hear you scream his name out loud so everyone could hear you “let’s make sure everyone knows who  you belong to.”)

Kid, Mihawk, Arlong, Zoro, King, Law, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Cracker, Marco, Heat, Wire, Oven, Sabo, Whitebeard, Gaban, Thatch, Sasaki, Wyper, Kaidou, Bellamy, Enel(he is his s/o god in that moment)

The private one  (covers your mouth his hand, the moans would be muffled by his hand “are you trying to have people know what we are doing?” seeing the say he is flexing his jaw as he contains his own moans.)

Lucci, Akainu, Pell, Daifuku, Sengoku, Momonaga, Smoker, Paulie, Iceberg, Dragon

Will moan your name outloud (He knows he is making you feel good, you are also giving him the same pleasurable effect “fuck _______ you feel so right now. I love how your clench around my cock.”)

Vander, Ace, Cavendish(he will moan it better), Sanji, Penguin, Garp, Roger, Oden, Katakuri

The questioner (When you moan his name out loud he would look at you and tilt his head wondering why you called his name out “Ummm _______ did you need something?” )

Luffy

The one that makes a joke( "That moan sent these pile of bones into a hot femur Yohohohoho”)

Brook

The Over Eccentric One ( When he moans your name, rose petals and romantic filters manifest in the background "Say my name again y/n, it sounds so beautiful on your tongue, and I can make your name more beautiful too.”) Cavendish

Human Combustion (Catches on literal fire hearing you moan his name just right "too hot, damn hot")

Ace, Sanji, Rosinante, Oven

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[hawkins-losers]

Nightmare on Elm Street vs Halloween | Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Robin have a heated cinematic debate about horror movies

Word count: 0.7k

Request: if u haven’t could u do #80 w robin!! (80. crashing your lips together during an argument)

A/N: I do think that Robin is right in this debate and I would love to have cinematic debates like that with her. Anyone else?

‘‘What? You are so wrong and for so many reasons,’‘ Robin argued while stacking the returns after scanning them. ‘’How is Halloween better than Nightmare on Elm Street? John Carpenter is a great filmmaker, but Wes Craven brought originality and a strong premise. He created a memorable villain and unforgettable images- Glen’s gore bed death? The bathtub when Nancy is falling asleep in the bath and Freddy’s hand is the water? The ending? Fucking brilliant! Halloween can’t beat that.’’

Nightmare on Elm Street was a great horror classic, but in your opinion, it wasn’t better or scarier than the original Halloween.

‘’Michael is a much harder villain to escape than Freddy. Freddy targets the children of the ones who killed him. His killings are about revenge. No one stands a chance against Michael. He goes on a stabbing spree without any clear motivation other than to kill every bastard in sight.’’

’’Yeah, but Freddy is scarier. He hunts teenagers in their dreams and kills them in reality. That’s terrifying!’’ A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. ‘’There’s also no way to escape him. You can run from Michael or hide, but the only way to escape Freddy is to not sleep...except you can’t just stop sleeping. Your body needs sleep or else it’s gonna shut down and you can fall into a coma- Is a coma induced still considered sleeping?’’ Robin questioned.

You shrugged, not knowing the answer.

Technically, a coma is a prolonged state of unconsciousness. During coma, your eyes are closed and you do not respond to sounds or other things in your environment. Unlike sleep, you can't be awakened, even with vigorous or painful stimulation.

In a coma, the brain doesn't go through normal sleep cycles. Someone who is sleeping may move if they're uncomfortable, but a person in a coma will not. Therefore, a coma is not the same as sleep.

Would Freddy care though?

‘’Any ways, you’re fucked.’’ Robin looked over your shoulder. ‘’Steve! Come back me up here,’’ she called to her co-worker who was fixing a display some group of kids had knocked over ten minutes ago. ‘’Can you tell Y/N-’’ 

Steve shook his head before Robin could even finish. ‘’Your girlfriend, your debate. I’m not getting tangled into this again. The last time I participated in one of your cinematic debates, you ended up siding together and shouting at me for finding a movie boring-’’

‘’Because you were in the wrong!’’ you blurted, turning on your heels to face Steve. The guy had terrible movie taste.

‘‘The Shining is a masterpiece and you’re just too basic to understand get it,’’ Robin added, making Steve relive his nightmare. ‘’Jack Nicholson gave an incredible performance and so did Shelley Duvall. The staircase scene was shot 127 times due to Stanley Kubrick’s perfectionism, and Jack Nicholson destroyed nearly 60 doors to get the shot to Kubrick's liking.’’

‘‘Do I even need to bring up the iconic elevator scene?’’ 

‘’Here we go again…’’ Steve mumbled under his breath, getting horrible PTSD.

‘’Thirdly,’’ Robin continued where she had left of, taking the stack of returned and scanned VHS to put back on the shelves. ‘’Heather Langenkamp hotter than Jamie Lee Curtis.’’

You couldn’t disagree. You had watched Nancy reminded and paused Nancy’s bathtub scene too many times. ‘’I’ll give you that one,’’ you said, following her to the movies section of the store.

‘‘Ha!’’ Robin exclaimed, turning around with a victory grin forming on her lips. ‘’That’s another point for me!’‘ 

You furrowed eyebrows. ‘‘Another? When did we agree you got a point in the first place-’‘

You didn't get to finish your sentence, Robin's lips crashing on yours, the debate forgotten for a few seconds. Usually, it was you who would kiss her in the middle of a rant. It was nice to have the table turned.

You grabbed her green Family Video vest and pulled her closer, prolonging the kiss. 

If you hadn’t been in the middle of her workplace, she would’ve dropped the stack of movies and kept going, but a customer could walk in anytime - and poor Steve was annoyed by all the kissing. 

‘‘Does that give me a point?’‘ Robin asked.��

You bit your bottom lip and sighed. The hold this girl had on you... 

‘‘Okay, you win,’‘ you said in defeat. ‘’But, I still stand that Freddy is easier to survive. If you are not one of the kids of the parents who killed him, you’re safe. Michael is a deranged, murderous psychopath who kills babysitters. We both are babysitters and we can’t run. Oh, and need I remember you that he killed his sister when he was six years old. Babe, we would not survive.’’

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[tyrantisterror]

Creating good art does not require you to be cruel.

There’s a long and awful history of art critics praising artists who were infamously cruel in how they went about making their art - Stanley Kubrick and Alfred Hitchcock come to mind, as well as, like, almost every actor who makes a big deal about doing “method acting” - and there’s this prevalent assumption that, yeah, ok, they were abusive to the other people they were making art with, but that was necessary to make the art good.  Kubrick terrorized Shelly Duvall, but she was so authentic in The Shining, so it was worth it!  Daniel Day Lewis actively threatened his co-star’s life by throwing fucking bowling balls at him, but the result was an emotionally charged climax to There Will Be Blood, so it was worth it!

But it’s not, because a good artist could have gotten  those same results without the cruelty.  Hell, Kubrick’s a great example to disprove this notion, because he managed to get a similarly authentic and complex performance out of the kid in The Shining as he did out of Shelly Duvall without using the same tactics, because he didn’t want to traumatize the kid.  He made every scene a game for the kid, getting the performance he wanted by having the child actor, uh, pretend he was in a situation and act accordingly.  You know, treating the child like a fucking actor instead of a victim to abuse.

People who insist they have to be cruel to make their art are fucking liars.  They may be talented, but the correlation of talent and cruelty is just that: a correlation, not causation.  A talented director can get a good performance out of their actors without terrorizing them.  A talented actor can give a good performance without terrorizing their costars.  And so on and so forth.

[lorbanery]

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Helena Bonham Carter is a phenomenal actress. It is not her fault that she's been typecast as the kooky aging mall goth aunt for the past, like, fifteen years. Watch pretty much anything she's done outside of Terfwarts and anything directed by Burton and you can see that.

The fact that her Mrs. Lovett is like sleepwalking through the movie is a deliberate choice and I think based on her other performances and how deliberately she seems to be acting aloof and half asleep makes it obvious that it was a deliberate directorial choice.

Now you could argue that oh it's just a different take on the character and just because it's different doesn't make it bad! Which is true!

What makes it bad is that the two main characters sing an entire song where they're trying to one-up each other in a 3 minute long pun-off making this face -_- the whole time.

Mrs. Lovett spends the entire show frantically running around doing everything she can and then some to make Sweeney even vaguely accepting of a relationship with her, making up whole ass romantic domestic bliss out of those crumbs, and then being SHOCKED and APPALLED when reality doesn't line up with her fantasy.

But Burton really wants me to believe that "trudging around the set with constant resting bitch face like she can barely be assed to get out of bed" is a valid character choice?

The only thing that really does is solidify that Burton really, fundamentally, does not care about anyone's work but his own.

Like, we already saw a bit of this with Alice in Wonderland. He's one record as saying that he never liked the original story because it didn't make sense [insert "the point going over your head" meme], which is a WILD thing for a self-declared Weirdo Freak to say, first of all. So his goal was to make it make sense and the result of that was this tortured Chosen One story where the Mad Hatter has fucking PTSD-induced DID or whatever the hell.

Because he fundamentally does not respect the source material. And I think you can see that in Sweeney Todd too.

A lot of people have written and talked at length about how Burton's continued self-identification as a weirdo well into the era when he was just being handed massive properties with multi-million dollar budgets to do whatever the fuck he wants with them is part of why his movies have been so blah at best. Most of those people have also pointed out that the movie he's most known for — The Nightmare Before Christmas — wasn't even actually directed by him, it was just based on a story that he wrote and his illustrations.

And I'd argue that that ... kind of feeds into this disrespect he seems to have to properties that aren't his own.

Because he still thinks of himself as this weird goth kid who no one understands and makes weird niche media for weird cult movie enjoyers. And that was kind of true! Anyone who grew up in the '90s can tell you that while TNBC was generally well-known, it was well-known in the way that the stop-motion Rudolph movie was well-known. It was a niche holiday movie that it was normal for some people to watch around Halloween and/or Christmas, but liking it beyond that was kind of weird.

But you know what? It's currently 20-fucking-23 and I can decorate my house in entirely TNBC-themed Halloween decorations if I wanted to bought entirely at my local Walgreens. The man isn't weird or niche anymore. And arguably hasn't been for, like, twenty years.

Now, I fully believe that the guy who said "Hey what if Frankenstein but a kid bringing his beloved dog back to life and also the neighborhood still brutally chases the mosterdog down in the final act?" was treated as kind of a big weirdo at Disney in the '90s. But it's also important to note that ... Frankenweeinie still got made. And I'm not even talking about the full length animated feature! There was a whole ass live action short film starring the kid from The Neverending Story, Shelly fucking Duvall, and with an appearance by a young Sofia Coppola! And it came out almost TEN YEARS before TNBC did! SIX years before Edward Scissorhands! FOUR years before Batman! So you can't even argue that they only made it because he was having some big silver screen success so wanted to indulge him!

Anyway, my point was that I can see how a guy who thinks of himself as fundamentally weird and outsider, as the lifelong goth who only makes niche movies for cult movie enjoyers? Would think of these other pieces of popular media as somehow above his in popular culture. Like, it doesn't matter that Alice in Wonderland has been a literary haven for most kids who actually find themselves on the outskirts of mainstream culture. What matters is that it's a story that everybody knows. Therefore, as a self-declared niche movie maker and weirdo, it's not only makes sense for Burton to not like Alice in Wonderland, it's actually good and cool for him to not like it.

"But what about Batman?"

A fair point. Burton's Batman movies are the most widely acclaimed Batman movies, except among people who are pissed off about the liberties he took with Penguin and Catwoman in Batman Returns. I, personally, love both of them.

There's an argument to be made that they were made earlier in his career when he still cared about pleasing someone other than his own skewed ego.

But I think there's also something else to be said for the place Batman held in mainstream culture at the time. Because I think Burton, more than anyone else, including Frank Miller, brought Batman into mainstream adult culture.

Because it has to be pointed out that while the '60s and '70s saw DC comics dealing with more serious topics and handling those topics in more mature ways, superhero comics were, at that point, still largely seen as media for kids. Like, you want to know why the Adam West Batman series was so campy and over-the-top? It's because they were spoofing what were essentially kids' cartoons. The bungling cops, the over-dramatic, heavily themed supervillains, Batman's rigid devotion to traffic safety laws? It was the "Captain America PSA meme" of its time.

So Batman was already pretty niche, at least for adult audiences. And given the dark and brooding tone that Batman comics were starting to develop around the time Burton was growing up? I fully believe that there was something about Batman that Burton liked. Otherwise? It was a fluke. And the fact that his personal brand fit neatly into the Batman mythos meant that the "fix" just kind of worked entirely by accident.

Anyway, all this to say someone get Guillermo Del Toro to adapt Sweeney Todd But Good so that I can stop being mad that the movie adaptation was such a trashfire.

Also if you've only seen the movie, please look up the filmed production of the original Broadway cast (including Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Lovett!). It used to be up for free on Youtube, but you might have to go further afield to find it now. But GOD it's so worth it.

Every time I listen to a good rendition of "A Little Priest" I'm forced to remember how horribly Burton's "Sweeney Todd" butchered (haha) it and I get angry about it all over again.

[sinceileftyoublog]

Kendrick Lamar Album Review: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

(pgLang / Top Dawg Entertainment / Aftermath / Interscope)

BY JORDAN MAINZER

“I choose me, I’m sorry,” Kendrick Lamar repeats on “Mirror”, the final track on his final album for Top Dawg Entertainment. By then, he doesn’t even need to say it. The Pulitzer Prize-winning rapper, who on his previous records advocated on behalf of his community, from his immediate family and friends to Black lives at-large, has spent the past five years feeling the weight bearing down on him. As much as he’s raised a family with his partner Whitney Alford, he’s suffered from sex addiction and subsequent infidelity, described throughout his songs as “lust.” He’s used both therapy and religion, describing his vices in Biblical terms, to help reign in and ultimately overcome his own trauma. Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers is a document of Lamar working on himself in real time. Each track is like a therapy session. As such, it’s the most difficult listen of his career, songs stunningly revealing the worst parts of himself before it gets better.

As Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers starts, Lamar immediately reminds you why he’s at the top of the game, unveiling spitfire rhymes over pulsating piano, garage-like drums, synth arpeggios, and generally minimal arrangements. His words, per usual, demand attention, which is why your eyebrows raise when he speaks bluntly about his troubles. “Next time I fucked a white bitch was out in Copenhagen / good kid, m.A.A.d city tour, I flourished on them stages / Whitney asked did I have a problem, I said, ‘I might be racist’ / Ancestors watchin’ me fuck was like retaliation,” he raps on “Worldwide Steppers”. It only gets more uncomfortable. On the Sampha-featuring “Father Time”, he unpacks his own toxic masculinity as a result of generational trauma and his father’s desire for him to reject emotions in favor of hardness. “When Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confused / Guess I’m not mature as I think, got some healin’ to do,” Lamar admits.

But just because untwisting his own mind is personally necessary, it’s not essential for Lamar to present it, unfiltered, as art. The deeply unsettling “We Cry Together” is a screaming match where actress Taylour Paige performatively plays the part of Lamar’s partner. As technically impressive as it is to hear her cry out her rhymes, the song comes closer to matching the pure anger of Eminem’s “Kim” than it does make deep points about hypocrisy in feminism. (He chides his partner for still listening to R. Kelly’s music.) He includes lazy thoughts about cancel culture and conspiracy theories on “N95″, and misguidedly wonders on “Mr. Morale” whether R. Kelly would still have committed his crimes if he hadn’t been sexually abused himself. He gives problematic figures like Kodak Black, who has faced charges of sexual assault, and Summer Walker, who has spread xenophobic information about COVID-19, large platforms. Most egregious is “Auntie Diaries”, where Lamar repeatedly misgenders a transgender relative and drops homophobic “f” bombs as a way to demonstrate his perception of ignorance in the Black community and how it must be overcome. These may be honest thoughts, and that’s okay, but for Lamar to present them as the endpoint on a high profile album is borderline irresponsible.

What’s most frustrating about Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers are its moments of brilliance where you wish Lamar had left it at recognizing the work he needed to do on himself rather than revealing it all. He sets up his journey well, declaring “I grieve different” repeatedly on opener “United In Grief” and cleverly revealing the stakes on “Count Me Out”: “Got six magazines that's aimed at me / Done every magazine, what's fame to me?” On “Crown”, one of many tracks to prominently feature South London artist Duval Timothy, he riffs on Shakespeare and the Bible: “Heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown / To whom is given much is required now.” Lamar’s texts, too, are viewed as sacred, studied in schools just as much as in music publications. But unlike William Shakespeare, Lamar is both popular and globally viewed as genius during his life, something someone imperfect, like all of us, is constantly wrestling. “I can’t please everybody,” he declares. But on Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, that’s a mission statement more than it is a caveat.

[rottingmanifesto]

9, 14, 17, 24, 5 !! (Mafia Ask)

Bug, I love you, but WHY IS THE 5 AT THE END I guess you can say it’s bugging me

5. Which characters do you dislike and why?

Remy Duvall, for obvious reasons. Salieri, due to how little he cared for anyone but himself and his precious goddamn money. Sal Marcano— he’s a fantastically written villain, but there’s also personal reasons why I don’t like him. Cassandra, because she’s insufferable as a person.

9. The last Mafia game you played/watched, you so happened to get trapped in. How would you react and what would be the first thing you did?

Mafia 2: I think I’d be surprised and not really do anything for a second, before just wandering around I guess. Maybe, Marty and I would meet and talk, as we’re (now) the same age, 17.

14. If you could meet any character and just ask them anything you’ve always wanted to know, who would that character be? Along with the question(s) you would ask.

MDE: Sam. Why’d you do it, what was the motivation, did you really value Salieri over Tommy and Paulie? That kind of stuff. I’d slap him most likely too.

M2: Joe. Did you know you were a bad influence? Do you blame yourself? Did you ever plan to actually betray Vito? Jokingly, where did you learn to write?

M3: So many characters, but mainly Giorgi and Donovan.

For Giorgi: Why did you value your family over your friends? What really are your beliefs? Would you do it again? Should love really be based on fear, man? (That ain’t love. That’s abuse.) Who really are you? What would’ve happened if you loved yourself more than you feared your dad?

For Donovan: Do you feel responsible? Why can’t you see yourself as human? What’s with your hatred of Father James? Are you afraid you’d turn out like Aldridge? Why did you leave Lincoln in the end? Jokingly, where the fuck do you get the money to kill senators/the people that killed JFK— also, that’s an awkward work reunion, isn’t it?

17. Favorite quote(s) from the Mafia trilogy.

Tommy’s ending speech. For your sake and mine, I’m not taking the full thing. “You know, the world isn't run by the laws written on paper. It's run by people. Some according to laws, others not. It depends on each individual how his world will be, how he makes it. And you also need a whole lot of luck, so that somebody else doesn't make your life hell. And it ain't as simple as they tell you in grade school. But it is good to have strong values and to maintain them. In marriage, in crime, in war, always and everywhere. I messed up. So did Paulie and Sam. We wanted a better life, but in the end we were a lot worse off than most other people. You know, I think it's important to keep a balance in things. Yeah, balance, that's the right word. Because the guy who wants too much risks losing absolutely everything. Of course, the guy who wants too little from life, might not get anything at all.”

Vito’s statement of “you think war was any different?” just kinda sticks with me. I don’t know why. But it does.

Father James had a point. Really only one, but it’s a damn good one. “We sent kids off to die, for what? So someone can make a few bucks? Lincoln was right. He was always right. There ain't never gonna be another Dr. King or Bobby Kennedy. But there's always gonna be another Sal Marcano. Another Sammy Robinson. Another Lincoln Clay. We are a cruel and wicked people.”

24. A scene that you can’t help but laugh at every single time.

“He pissed all over the joint!” scene from Mafia:DE. Reminds me of an old friend of mine, and it’s just funny.

Every funny scene from Maf 2. That’s it, that’s the post.

Lincoln talking about Roxy’s attractiveness in front of her fucking DAD (look, I’d do the same thing. I probably already have, at some point) and “who the fuck am I, your girlfriend?” scene. John blushed so hard at Lincoln’s response y’all know I’m right.

Thanks for asking!

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Words: 2900

Warnings: Here we see the smut chapter. Fluff and smut.

A/N: again thanks to my homies @joz-stankovich and @robertsheehanownsmyass for encouragement!! Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98​ @bisexualnathanyoung

Chapter 3- White Christmas

Violet unlocked her door and dropped a handful of bags in the foyer. The mistletoe and pine still softly twinkling where Nathan left it made her flush at the memory of their kiss. She shook it off as she struggled to drag in a large heavy duffle bag she collected from the casino.

“Hey, Seamus Finnegan!” she gave a shout and smiled to herself. “Come help me with your shit! Also you've got eight hundred messages on your phone.” Violet finally faced her apartment and gasped. Nathan had decorated while she was out.

White lights trimmed the door to her balcony. The island where they ate earlier shared a similar style to the one above her front door: Pine and some bows and lights scattered throughout. There was a six foot pine tree in the corner by her television showered with white lights as well (in fact all the lights Nathan used were white. Some twinkled, some were stagnate). There were ornaments of every shade of purple, flowers and silver tinsel littered the tree, and again the pine around the wood of the table her tv sat on. Any bow used was a deep purple with silver trim.

“Oh, Nathan.”

That's all Violet could whisper as she ran her hands along the bough that lined the kitchen island. She knew in her heart he would open his mouth and ruin the feeling of contentment and she had right now. Something witty or obscene, so she kept quiet and allowed it all to soak in.

Making her way to the Christmas tree, Violet reached out to touch everything. It was real, solid. Nathan made all of these with his.. magic? She couldn't believe that’s what it was. Magic. He was magical.

His face certainly is magical, too she thought to herself. Cheeks hot as the sensation of his tongue in her mouth flooded her memory. It's been so long, Vi. What would it hurt?

Except it wasn't just about wanting to sleep with Nathan. He challenged her with his smart mouth. Always tacking on a statement that would get him the most attention. That he couldn't just say anything nice or complimentary without sexual or sarcastic wit sprinkled in. But he was vulnerable with Violet when he was still locked up and just last night as he lay dying in her arms. When Nathan trusted someone his walls came crashing down.

And he could be selfish, but so far he used his powers for others. The money he tried to steal to give Marnie and someone else’s baby a better life. Violet knew the young mother didn't steal the poker chip, Nathan gave it to her and told her to take off so she wouldn't get caught up in his mess. The decorations and breakfast this morning, carrying her to the couch instead of leaving her on the floor. That asshole’s tongue at the club. Even trying to comfort Violet as a knife stuck out of HIS chest.

And Violet assumed he drove everyone insane, himself included. Yet he survived. Or found a way. He survived being homeless and whatever went on in London after that storm that affected him and his friends (She googled it, would bring them up later). He even survived prison; for a guy like Nathan that was impressive.

Violet liked some of her clients. She even struck up friendships with the better of them. ACTUAL friendships where they called and hung out whenever her schedule allowed. But this was a tiny seed planted in her heart that started to grow and blossom like the flowers on her Christmas tree. They weren't supposed to see each other ever again, and Violet would be able to uproot her feelings for the flirtatious Irishman and throw them away.

Except he was in her apartment, occupying more than just physical space. With his stupid green eyes and even dumber way he laughed loudly at all of his own jokes before anyone else could. Let's not even start on his stupid, handsome face caught between boyish and a man like puberty couldn't make up it's mind during Nathan’s late teen years and just decided to linger into his twenties. Or his weird body with the baby Bambi spindly legs but muscular arms (with dumb scene kid tattoos) and that chest she touched. With all that death she figured he would be cold, but he was human. Hot blooded, warm-skinned human.

God dammit, Duval. You can't do this. He's probably just doing what he does best when it comes to you. Surviving until he gets home to London. Plus, he's like, way too young for you.

Her sisters were gonna have a field day with this tomorrow at dinner. Would Nathan even want to go with her? She was so lost in her thoughts, that she only just noticed the flowers decorating her tree were her namesake, violets.

Somewhere far behind, Nathan cleared his throat. Violet still jumped, plucking a flower off as she did. “Hope you don't mind I jazzed up the place. Rather boring for a bird like you,” he said with a devilish grin. “I wasn't sure what ye liked. I closed my eyes and t’ought of you and all this happened.” He swept his hand around the room.

“It's rather thoughtful for you.”

“Don't you mean thoughtful OF me?”

“No I definitely meant FOR you” Violet challenged.

For only the second time since they met, Nathan was rendered speechless.. Mouth agape, thick eyebrow furrowed in confusion as he grappled for a comeback and failed. It was only when Violet looked at him struggling that she understood what was going on with her guest as he casually lounged against the wall.

Nathan was wearing one of her sheets wrapped around his lithe body in a makeshift toga. A tinfoil halo laid crookedly on his shaggy head. Violet also took notice of the outline of his member under the sheet. She couldn't help but gawk knowing he was naked. He didn't bother with the wings, as if he was “angel” enough for what he thought he was doing.

Violet laughed out loud and covered her mouth to hide mirthful giggles. Tears sprang to her eyes, and at one point she felt out of breath. Nathan, meanwhile, had a crimson climb up over his face. His eyes betrayed that for once maybe there was some sort of embarrassment going on. He crossed his arms self-consciously and rolled his eyes.

“Are ye done having a laugh?!” just a smidge of hurt in his voice. “Last time turn myself inta a sexy angel!” Nathan jerked his hips and sneered.

“You look so cute! You halo did me in! Be honest,” Violet pursed her lips to express another giggle, “What are you doing?” She could feel the answer before he said it.

Nathan waltzed over to just a few feet from Violet. He ran a hand down the length of his body with mischief in his eyes, “Who me? I go on top, love.”

“Not if I have a say in it.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open in disbelief. “What if I get there first?”

“I've got way more experience than you do. And I always come out on top.”

There was electricity in the air.

“Key word being come,” Nathan’s voice came out sleepier than usual.

His eyes drifted from Violet’s down to her mouth then back up as he teeth bit his entire bottom lip. If that was meant to be seductive it worked.

Violet felt out of her body when she clung to the back of Nathan’s neck so she could bring his mouth down to hers. Their tongues doing battle as she got her fingers wrapped up in the back of his head. Nathan’s strong hands on the curve of her waist so that he could bring her lower half onto the bulge under the sheet. She moaned unintentionally into his mouth.

Nathan was a little aggressive the way he almost choked Violet with his tongue. She bit into it between playful and defensive causing him to back off. Only breaking the kiss to remove her shirt. Their bodies molded together again as they made out in the living room.,

His hands kept flitting over her body in quick succession like he couldn't decide between her shoulder blades or her ass. Making up his mind instead to start fumbling around with the clasp of her bra. To Violet’s delight and surprise he managed to unhook the thing and helped her slide it off.

In a whirlwind Nathan picked Violet up so that she could wrap her long legs around his thin body. Violet took note that he was stronger than he looked as they stumbled through the hall. Tongues at war again while Nathan crashed Violet into a wall where he devoured one of her breasts.

“Ow,” she winced but giggled into his mouth. Her nails deep into the skin of his shoulders and neck for balance.

“Not sorry,” Nathan mumbled.

He bit at a nipple harshly before sucking on it and repeated this back and forth. Growling into her chest with his face inside her cleavage. Violet laughed louder than she meant to at the absurdity.

“OI!” Nathan cried, but joined in the laughter this time.

Now they lumbered towards the bedroom, Violet tugged on his hair and cried out as his tongue flicked and devoured her nipples softer than before. Once inside, Nathan literally threw Violet back on to her bed towards the pillows.

“What the fuck?!” Her face hurt from smiling and laughter. Afraid of what might happen to her expensive Versace panties, she took them off before Nathan could tear into the fabric himself.

Violet bit her finger, her skin goose-pimpled in the cold air of her apartment. Her patience began to grow somewhat thin even as her sex started to pulsate at the sight of Nathan’s erection under the toga he fought with.

“Do you want help?” she offered.

Nathan waved her off and it fell to the floor. His cock surprised her with the still attached foreskin strained against the head. Then she remembered most European guys were still intact.

Violet's view was mostly a short one because Nathan crawled across the bed towards her. That Lord of Chaos shit eating grin from ear to ear as he palmed her knees. He spread them till they touched the sheets. He sucked on her collarbone and pumped a finger or two deep inside Violet. The palm of his hand meeting her sex causing her to buck unexpectedly while he repeated himself a few times. Her actions only encouraged him to keep going

“Where did you learn any of this foreplay? Porn? Trial and error? Juvenile girls with low standards?”

“D. All of the above.” He groaned into Violet’s neck. Fingers still gliding in and out of her.

“Have you ever been with an older woman?”

Nathan startled Violet by staring at her all of a sudden. “How old is older woman?”

Violet grimaced, “Nope. Nevermind.”

Before long, Nathan stopped using his hand and all too hastily started to lap at Violet. His tongue swift and sloppy over her sex not even bothering to find her clit. Rapidly he licked at her slit like she was an ice cream he tried to eat before it melted. It wasn't unpleasant but it wasn't exactly getting her off.

“Nathan?” she cried out the question. “NATHAN!” louder.

He raised his head, mouth glossed with her wetness. “Ahyep?” His eyes heavy with desire.

“This is oral sex, Lucky Charms. Not a fucking pie eating contest. Slow down and put your mouth here,” she brushed fingers over the top of her sex and spread it enough to show him her clit.

Nathan’s eyes widened and followed her finger to the bud of nerves she all but pointed at. “So that's what it looks like,” he marveled.

Violet glanced heavenwards but a part of her felt bad. “I'm being serious, has no woman EVER told you how to get her off?”

Nathan littered her thighs with kisses from the knee towards her pelvis. Making his way up the other to the opposite knee. He smiled at the way Violet’s body arched into the sensation. “Nah. Usually get a quick toss in then never see ‘em again. Marnie was my first missus.”

“Well then just use the tip of your tongue and make small circles.” Her breath caught when Nathan obeyed. “You can suck on.. Like. Fuck,” her hips writhed under his mouth “and just..” she mewled and lost concentration.

He caught on quickly. The rhythm of his tongue matched the way Violet rocked herself into mouth. More and more rapid he worked his tongue between circles and sucking. His actions and her wrapped up in a cycle of give and receiving

Violet vibrated. One hand clawed at Nathan’s neck. The other clutched the headboard as she felt electricity course through her. She bent forward at the power of her unexpected orgasm. The hood of her sex contracted around his tongue, liquified, she screamed his name.

Nathan pushed himself up and laid down on top of Violet before she could get her bearings. His tongue deep inside her mouth again as the head of his cock twitched and poked at her cunt.

“Na-Nathan, what are you doing?” she managed to catch her breath.

“Getting a toss in. Ye had yours, now it’s time t’give us a go. Right?” he teased her with the head slick already with his pre-cum.

“Not without a condom you don't.” Violet wedged her hands between her chest and Nathan’s to push him away. She searched around in her nightstand drawer, hyper-aware of the immaculate knife placed back inside. A flash of his dead body, but she held up a condom instead.

A kiss puckered on lips that fell. “A what?”

“You don't have condoms in Europe?” her eyebrow curved.

“Well sure but I've never used one.”

Nathan was so matter of fact it took Violet by surprise. Still, he took the package from her, hesitating to open it. He was rather tentative about what was inside.

“You've got to be fucking joking,” Violet took the rubber from him in haste and rolled her eyes. “I don't know where your dick has been.”

Nathan kneeled over her legs, his cock at perfect attention. “Aw COME ON!” he whined. “They're mostly clean council estate girls! Once there was one of those Thai ladyboys,” he stroked his chin, “but I didn't even realize my cock wasn't in a fanny”

“Fuck me.”

“I'M TRYING, SWEETHEART!! NO ONE’S EVER SHOWN ME HOW T’PUT ONE ON!”

Violet softened once more and sighed. She laid the condom on her chest and took Nathan by the waist to make him scoot towards her. For shits n giggles she raked her nails down his hips and he buckled with slight pain and pleasure. Violet smirked but took his cock in one hand while rolling the rubber over the shaft and down to the base expertly. She kissed his stomach, erection twitching as he came in proximity to get mouth.

Violet traced a fingertip over the stars he had tattooed down his pelvic bone. “What the hell possessed you?” She gazed up at him through her bangs.

Nathan caressed her cheek down to her lips where Violet sucked on his finger. She nipped playfully at it waiting for an answer. “It's shooting stars (stairs) all the way down t’ the milky fucking way”

Violet immediately regretted her decision to ask. Again. She had to remind herself he wasn't immature per se, more like stunted. Nathan had a good heart under the cushion of sarcasm and arrogance. A heart she placed the palm of her hand against to feel its steady beat.

“I'm only joking. Was a good place t’ hide it from mum. We can shag now right?”

Violet laid back on the pillows and opened up to him. Without hesitation, Nathan plowed into her. That pelvic bone collided with Violet’s as the breath escaped her lungs. Sweat gleamed along his chest and forehead mixed with the scent of her sex as his pace became almost ludicrous. There was pounding and diving into the hilt. As far inside of Violet as she allowed.

This is actually ok, she thought to herself as she attempted to match his speed and failed.

Violet laid under Nathan while he rutted like a wild animal. Breathless and panting as he attempted multitasking: Kissing her and fucking her. He failed at least one and opted to immerse himself in her hair as his body spasmed a release so violent and sudden all that escaped Nathan's throat was a strangled cry.

He collapsed on the pillows beside Violet and almost immediately passed out. She merely snorted, rolled away to check the time. It was then she felt soft, cold pinpoints on her bare arms and chest and hair. What was going on outside in the Nevada desert she registered as happening inside her bedroom.

Violet rolled over to face her lover. Snowflakes covered his bangs and long eyelashes. She held out her hands to catch giant fluffy flakes. Those same flakes fell inches high on her balcony but nowhere else. Violet snuggled into the chest of the man who slept beside her. Lost in his ecstasy, it appeared that he made it snow.

Nathan had given Violet her first white christmas.

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Already finished Coteries of New York, so on to Shadows of New York! I’ve seen the first bit in an LP, at least, but the bulk of the story will be new. This will have two playthroughs, one for each ending, since at least it has them XD First up - the ‘good’ ending!

Oh dang I like the music.

Julia is a bit on the edgy/cynical side XD

Yeah, she’s got a shit deal :-\ And what’s worse is that it’s all planned out.

Interesting note - at Lodestar, there were shadowy figures in the background, but you could rationalise it as people on the other side of the windows. On the train, you only see the shadowy features, and it’s otherwise empty, so no obvious figures casting them...

I guess if you choose the ‘don’t shoot’ option, Julia gets drained and it’s an early game over?

God that Embrace scene is intense. I got goosebumps!

Spirits, huh? Oh yeah, Obtenebration became Oblivion and is now connected with necromancy, IIRC?

I’m glad she had a good few nights XD;;

Valerie Duval, she was... the scourge in CoNY hunting down the Red Hook killer?

Nice to meet you, ‘Katherine Wiese’ XD

Cool ponytail, Qadir! I really dig the relationship between him and Julia, it’s fun. ‘sup Aisling, how’s Agathon? A blood hunt, really? Y O U. Okay yeah probably better for Julia’s long-term survival for Arturo to ignore her XD;; Samira’s so pretty. Ooh this guy is Hope’s sire, yeah?

“You wanted to hear about which member of New York City's Camarilla I dislike the most?"

"Yes?"

"Too bad. They're all my dear colleagues, and I deeply respect every single one of them."

"Sure you do. Wouldn't want to blurt out something that could lock you out of Mr Vanderweyden's legal services, would you, you ass-kisser?"

"I do expect to find myself in need of a good defense attorney when my broke, incompetent, and foul-mouthed assistant finally pushes me over the edge."

THEMST.

Benoit hi!! “Got any news about Sophie Langley?” *sharp intake of breath* Benoit backstory, that’s rad. I wonder if it’ll be uncovered in-game? Like we know Arturo is still around, Panhard is still around. Presumably Adelaide Davis is still around. Callihan... well, I know what happens to him. I think Torque ditches the scene before Sophie dies?

Father Leonard seems like a good sort. I wonder what his deal is?

Dakota is adorable. I’m going to do the ‘good’ end first even though I know it’ll make me feel horrible, but dangit, the ‘bad’ end is totally going to be my canon.

...Vin Diesel? XD

DING DONG THE DOUCHE IS DEAD. ...Deader than usual, I mean.

jfc Panhard that is pretentious as hell. Both the party description and the costume, actually XD Qadir’s mask is kind of funky. Oh my god Arturo you are a Toreador is that the best you can come up with?! Nice horns, Aisling.

...Thought, given their clans, Samira/Aisling could be interesting as hell.

Man, Arturo and Panhard must be pissed off XD Unless they’ve already picked their replacement stooge?

And here’s where the plot starts! Hey, isn’t that the priest’s house? Ohh, they’re meant to be meeting with Mia. I guess they’re just reusing assets.

“It’s a list of four names. ‘D’Angelo. Hope. Agathon. Tamika.’“ *SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH* Okay, that could be the list Sophie gave the fledgling. Which one did Callihan get it from?

Oh criminy Dakota don’t tell me you’re into that Q-Anon shit XD;; Ooh okay that makes more sense. Neat.

Ahhh man I was hoping to get a lead and instead Julia has to punish this poor fuck XD;; Yeesh. Okay, Bunny as a Reporter it is, then.

Almost run over by a limo, huh? *chinstroke*

Oooh this is the lead to Hope! Yeah, I’d say she has a connection with a Montgomery XD Wonder if she did end up eating her? Huh, contact used LeakyGutSyndrome... didn’t Hope end up having to retire that one, or was it the other one? Let’s just... Dominate this guy. Sorry dude it’s for your own good.

Agathon’s missing? :( Damn, he’s like one of the only decent Tremere. Oho, a diary! Oh sweetheart :( Oh, Silvia died :( Damn, interesting past, though... and a reference to CoNY again.

Fucking shadows, I literally glanced over my shoulder.

S C H E M E S. And yeah, looks like I’m on my way to the ‘good’ end :-\

Oh shit, Adelaide or.... whatshisname, Kaiser’s dude? Oooh man who to meet first... Kaiser’s dude. Oh. That was a bit anticlimactic XD

On to see Hope at Double Spiral. I think this is one of those choices that leads to one of the endings, so what’s more ruthless and Camarilla... busting in it is.

Nastya isn’t having a good night, is she XD;; Also Hope’s suit is badass.

...huh. Sounds like she’s actually managed to get shit sorted decently XD

Interesting... the coterie members were a list of heroes for hire that multiple people had, including Sophie. Well, that widens the scope a bit! Anonymous information broker, shall I assume that’s Kaiser? OH. No, it’s her sire!

“The story going around is, he left me alone and I hate his guts. Well, at least half of that is true.” Which half, though...

Aww man I wish I had saved some of those websites! I miss SciFiVine...

You know, I’m not 100% sure Carter’s the murderer (my main suspect is Arturo at this point tbh) but damn, the bit about Stern’s show kinda makes me want to slap him anyway XD;;

Queer Catholic blues, huh :-\

“Haven’t you noticed what’s going on in the news? People are going absolutely insane about this virus, cancelling trips and orders and --” Ahh. We’re in that 2020 XD;;

Okay the scene with the kid meeting his girlfriend was cute but then spooky time?? jfc was that the Abyss?!

Ooooh did she just find Tamika solely by accident? Thanks, Abyss XD I love how Julia’s first response is ‘shit, she’s hot’. And she took out a whole SI squad herself? Nice. Calebros mention! Huh, so the SI are maintaining the status quo... they became an issue because the Camarilla tried to sic them on the Anarchs and Sabbat and it backfired, maybe it actually succeeded here?

Ooh, a history with Torque. Neat. Also not sure with the art, but are those tattoos on Tamika’s arm, or fur? I mean, Gangrel beast marks and all.

Sorry Torque I’m just trying to get the ‘good’ end :(

Mention of the fledgling! Officially ‘disappeared’, that leaves it fairly ambiguous at this point.

Oof. The Circulatory System are... not cool. And yeah Julia’s just been called tf out, I do look forward to this scene in the ‘bad’ end XD;;

COVID strikes back. The Big Beat Burger is closed :( Charlie is sweet, at least! I hope his mom is okay.

Well that rat bit was weird. Hi D’Angelo! Oh my god blood doll rats? Drunk blood doll rats?! Still a damn good detective, though, that’s good shit. On to Kaiser and some answers! ...Yeah, okay, he’s a prime suspect too.

Kaiser, you are a deeply unpleasant person :-\

...good to know pepper spray still works. And, uh, probably satisfying to beat him up XD;; And yeah, there’s the last choice for the ‘good’ ending. Sorry dude.

...huh. Okay, I was at least partially right XD;; Oh Qadir, not you too :-\

Well that’s a bit... weird of Dakota, yes.

lmao oh Benoit you absolute mess. Religion as A E S T H E T I C XD I have a theory he’s from Michael’s line and I also quite sincerely believe that Michael would take one look at him and bitchslap him into the next millennium. He’s a Path follower, isn’t he?

Father Leonard is okay. I wonder who the ‘friend’ is?

This is very Agatha Christie, revealing the killer in the midst, except I have the horrible feeling Qadir’s going to go with ‘it was suicide’ and not ‘it was everyone’.

Denouement! Before it ends, Julia’s traits:

Loyal only to myself

Glass half-empty

A little abuse of power never hurt nobody

You can’t be a writer and not lie

The ends justify the means (duh)

Honestly she may have just blackmailed her way into power, set up Carter to take the fall, and sent poor Dakota to final death, but the drama was impeccable XD Good luck not ending up in the Abyss, Julia!

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Mysterious person' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Mysterious person"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is coming back with the team to the safehouse with Sonya...ready to be interrogated....

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Sonya Kuzmin was an relative to Stitch himself and targeting them was maybe going to bring us some big troubles & attention.....that would have prefer to keep away from us but the occasion to put our hands on them was something we couldn't let get away. Thanks to Zasha's last intels they managed to intercept before we met again in three years, we were able to formate an plan to kidnap Sonya right into the center of West-Berlin in the Tiergarten neighborhood since they were always spotted into that sector and it was all perfect....our plan was too perfect to succeed correctly....

And then, out of nowhere and with us who couldn't understand what just happened, another group decided to step forwards from us and do their own moves to kidnap Sonya for themselves. It could have been some local thugs, an Perseus task force because maybe Sonya did fucked up somewhere, maybe it was Stone's mens that wanted to force them to track us down, maybe it could have been the KGB itself or worse, it could have been someone who was working with the West like the BND or big worse, the CIA itself....if so, we're kinda fucked.

However, it was bad for them as we managed to crash their van....well, Garrett & Garrett managed to do that and thanks to that, we were able to put our hands on Sonya, not forgetting that Zasha killed one of the others kidnapers to save me and then, we quickly got away from the scene, hearing the first police cars sirens arriving next to the place. 10 minutes later, we all get back to the safehouse in one car since Garrett or Greta trashed the car they used. Once we were there, I got out first.

"Okay, Zasha, you help me with Greta & Garrett. Park, you take Sonya to the basement." I ordered as I stepped out of the car with Zasha at the same time, I was more like acting like an superior as only me, Zasha & Park were fully operational while the two other....were more dazed by the crash, can still walk normally but it's better to get them well.

"Sounds good." Park exclaimed as she got out of the car, leaving Zasha with free will to act to help Garrett go out of the car, before she got next to the car trunk, hidden from the street sight as Zasha parked the car backwards. "Let's get you somewhere quiet." She added as she was taking Sonya with her, to enter the house from behind as for me, I walked to open the door from Greta's side.

"You're okay, Greta ?" I asked, rhetorically to her as I help her to get out of the car, she was an bit dazed more than Garrett but still awake.

"Mmhm...." She groaned like an yes to me and I know that she was lying an little, seeing her numerous cuts on her face. I helped her by putting her right arm behind me to hold her up and we started to walk to get to the front door, with Zasha helping Garrett in front of me.

"Everything good, Garrett ?" I asked to him and I could see him nodding to me from behind as the two, him & Zasha, arrived in the front porch of the house "We put them in the living room, Zed." I said as we start to enter the house with me closing the door behind before we entered the living room, Zasha already starting to get Garrett on an couch as I moved to get Greta on the other one. "Okay, you two stay here." I pointed at the two their respectives couchs before I looked at Zasha. "Come with me, gonna take everything to heal them."

"Good, lead the way." Zasha told me as I was leaving the living room with them to get to the bathroom upstairs, followed by them. It was there that everything medical has been put for us in case of an mission that goes wrong. We arrived in the bathroom with Zasha staying near the door frame as I was getting everything out. "Like in the good old days, Yirina." They said, crossing their arms.

"Yeah." I grinned as I was getting some dressings out of the drawer. "Well, did we have to patch up someone because they decide to ram their car into a van ?" I asked them, focused and I could see them shook their head.

"No, you were the one who had to patch me in October 1980." They fully replied, getting my attention on them for an second as it was something I didn't know.

"Tell me what happened that day." I demanded with them knowning that all my memories didn't come back and it could help me in case.

"Let's just say I have an knife fight with an Perseus member  who left me the few littles scar I have still now." They showed me the scar they had on their right cheek at their jaw level. "I didn't remember what happened next, however."

"Shit...well, can say that you're still alive to tell me that." I scoffed making them laugh and me too as I was getting the wound disinfectant from the drawer before I decided to show them something that they didn't see : my scars at my heart. I removed the concerned part of the shirt, showing them the cross I have now. "You know the Ku Klux Klan ?" They nodded to me slowly, seeing my scars. "Fucker named Remi Duvall...did this to me before receiving an bullet right into his head."

"Damnit." They whispered, stunned to see that in fact before I put my shirt back in place myself, finishing to have everything out.

"What an life !" I breathed, putting my hands on the dresser and looking myself on the mirror above the sink. "Anyway, let's get this downstairs before two people passed out." I suggested, starting to take some meds in my hands as Zasha was helping me to get some too on their hands before we left the bathroom.

We returned back downstairs quickly, not wanting to deal with two peoples passing out on their couchs as me & Zasha were almost busy to talk and we got back into the living room, Garrett & Greta still operational and needed to be heal. As Zasha took care of Garrett, I decided to take care of Greta by myself. It was a bit hard at the beginning as she was almost complicating my work on her face before I managed to not make her move her head again.

5 minutes I have started, Park came back from the basement, learning to us that Sonya was still knocked out but still alive and now, we just needed to wait that they woke up from the accident by watching an little monitor that I wasn't aware of that was just in the living room, hidden behind the dashboard. Park also gave me an hand to finish to heal Greta well and 10 minutes after that, we were finished to heal the two, now finding themselves laid down on their couchs.

"So...." I started as I leaned myself against the wall next to Garrett couch. I was wondering of something about the event. "Who got the idea to ram the van ?" I asked to Garrett & Greta who pointed at each other. "Oh my god." I whispered to myself, making myself an facepalm.

"What ? It was your idea !" Garrett exclaimed, looking at Greta, his voice sounding low as he was still recovering.

"I just suggested to you to do this, not to make you fully do this." Greta defended, using the same voice as him....it was like two children having an argument and I could see Zasha smiling from it as me & Park were like watching an whole scene of two childrens.

"Maybe but it was your idea." Garrett repeated, sounding relieved that Greta maybe unwillingly said it was her idea.

"Maybe but you're the one who did this." Greta told him before she moved to look away from him. "How I'm going to explain to the BND that my MI6 friend trashed an car from them ?" She questioned to herself.

"Okay, kids, time's up !" Park stepped in, having an bit enough to see the two like fighting, even if she was liking it, putting herself between the two couch. "Anyway, we got Sonya....so mission accomplished, right ?" We all nodded to her.

"Hello ?" We could hear an voice coming through the hidden monitor, meaning that Sonya was finally awake from the accident. "Is there anyone here ?" They asked, sounding pleading.

"They're awake !" I exclaimed as I see Park getting to the dashboard, moving it away to reveal the monitor on, seeing Sonya tied up to an chair with in front of them an table and another chair in the basement. "Time for us to interrogate them."

"You might want to do it, Yirina ?" Park proposed to me as she was finished to move the dashboard away.

"Of course." I replied with an smile before she started to walk towards me.

"Zasha, keep the two under control until I come back....don't want them to have another argument." She ordered to them, mentioning Garrett & Greta as she was taking Sonya's records file on the table before she got next to me. "Follow me." She then start to walk away from the living room, with me behind to get to the basement entrance that was just below the stairs. "Okay, so you try to find anything about Perseus or Stone." She handed me their file.

"Yeah...anything." I looked at their file before I put my free hand on Park's arm that was going to return to the living room. "Uhm....if they're maybe recognizing me....should I play 'Bell' ?" I asked as I didn't know if I really met Sonya before and for that, it was better to take some precautions.

"Okay." She whispered before she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Be aware, okay ?" I nodded to her as she left me to get to the living room, leaving me alone to talk to Sonya.

I took a deep breath as I put my hand on the door handle before I decided myself to open the door, leading to stairs going down. It was going to be my first time that I got into that room, the only room I didn't stepped in since we got here as it was either Garrett or Greta who was doing this part of the job but since the two are trying to recover, it was mine to do. I go down the stairs, each step getting louder in my ears, wondering to myself what could happen in that room.

Was Sonya going to be able to recognize me ? Did we actually met before what happened in Trabzon ? All of these questions inside my head as I was getting closer to get on the basement but all I know now is that I needed to prepare 'Bell' to intervene in case that they're able to have an hint on me. I shook my head rapidly as I arrived down, another door separating me from Sonya. No deep breath and I entered the room, seeing them, looking in front of them, having heard me coming.

"Who are you ?" They asked me sounding curious and angry at the same time as I closed the door behind before I put my eyes on them.

"Is this important to you to know that ?" I said as I approached the table, sitting myself on the free chair and putting the opened file between me & them before I looked around to check the camera that was just behind me at my left. "It's you that needs to talk, not me." I affirmed to them, poking the file.

"Fuck off." They told to me...very rude as I can say....no need to be angry, that's serving to nothing. "Ain't going to tell you shit."

"We will see." I snorted before I looked back at their file, fainting to discovering it for the first time. "Sonya Kuzmin, born in Russia, exact place of birth is classified, relative to Vikhor Kuzmin also said 'Stitch', worked for Perseus....."

"Okay, that's nice from you to read up my records." They smirked at me, stopping at reading their file again that I put back on the table. "I'm flattered but...uhm....where does that bring you exactly ?" They questioned me.

"In fact, we need you to talk about an lot of things because we have plenty of time for you." I replied, affirming my position as I crossed my arms on the table. "It will be very long until Stitch tries to save you."

"Pfff....my brother ?" They sniffed at hearing me saying that. "He's more going to act like an little girl.....I remember an story that said that someone broke his arm in half." They added, making me an very small grin as in the inside, I was quite surprised to hear the story of having break Stitch arm did make an lot of noises inside Perseus....my name never mentioned, that's better. "And to say, he's kinda dumb."

"Anyway." I whispered harshly, taking back my seriousness. "You might want to talk about Harry Stone to me."

"That british cunt used to be an fucking SAS soldier ?" They started, biting an part of their lips and looking away with their eyes. "You want me to tell you that he's only stupid as hell and more dumber than my brother." They continued, smiling about that as for me, I was keeping an straight face to them...staying serious. "Guy can't even act normally with those who worked for him....can say that the MI6 really want to get his ass down." My eyes went wide at this. "By that, your accent....betrayed you."

"At least, you know about that but it isn't the subject here." I admitted as I streched my fingers inside my arms. "What is he preparing exactly ?" I asked as they breathed away. "What is he doing with 2 nuclears bombs that he stoled ?"

"Aaah....might be the only thing I will say clearly about him..." They said, surprising me as they stated that they wouldn't talk to me. "Stone has given one of the nukes to Stitch as he kept one for his personal use." They responded, giving an chill in me : bringing down Stone will only save an city or an big place as Stitch has been given another bomb. "But now, Stitch is busy torturing the man who got his left eye out instead of playing with the bomb." They added, referring to Adler.

"Where's Stone and where's Adler ?" I asked, saying his name directly and they laughed

"Like I'm going to tell you, redhead bitch !" They told me with an sarcastic voice, wanting me to punch them but in fact, I wasn't going to play their games....but they were going to play one, thinking of something.

"If you don't want to say an thing about that...."  I started, slowly rolling my eyes to the ceilling before leaning myself on the chair. "Maybe, we can talk about.....Freya Helvig said....'Wraith'." I smiled at them as their eyes goes wide, I would have like to see the reactions from the other upstairs but better to stay focused. "Tell me, when you two have started dating ?"

"What ? I don't even know....."

"Don't bullshitting me, Sonya." I cut them straight gently, sounding calm. "We heard your calls to Stone & Freya today." I added, looking sure as they were stressed to be here. "So, answer my question."

"Well..." They looked away for an second before looking back at me, taking a deep breath. "Since you heard me, we started dating four years ago. Why do you want to know ?"

"To say, we were quite surprised to hear that you were with Wraith." I responded as I wanted to know more....but it could have exposed me to them....better to take things slow. "I heard rumors that explained that Wraith was with someone else before you, it's right ?" I asked, holding my head with my right hand, looking curious.....even if I already know the response in me.

"It's just rumors..." They breathed and in me, I was like trying to not get myself angry.....why I should be even if Sonya at that time stole Freya from me ?...all of this were the past now for me.....They then start to laugh slowly. "To say that one day, I could say to her that I was rescued by the MI6 from the CIA." My eyes went wide again at hearing this.....are the people in the van CIA ?

"What do you mean ?" I questioned her, finding myself like frozen in place.

"What ? You didn't know ?" They smiled at me, happy about that. "You didn't even realize that you foiled an CIA kidnapping on me and instead, it's the MI6 who are doing this." After I heard this from them, I started to hear someone getting downstairs and the door behind me quickly opened, revealing Zash, a bit panicked.

"Got an problem upstairs !" They exclaimed, holding the door with one hand. "Let's just say that the CIA tracked us down." I closed my eyes, meaning that we're in deep shit....Zasha killed an CIA agent and we didn't know that. I got up from my chairs, opening back my eyes as I see Sonya getting stressed to learn that the CIA was here.

"Keep yourselves down." I ordered them, pointing at them before I walked away from the table, taking their file with me as I joined Zasha to get back upstairs, leaving Sonya alone.

During the way back on top, I could see Zasha stressed as hell, having just learned that the person they killed was in fact an CIA agent and with now, the CIA knowning that we're here, we could all say that we were in an big trouble....just wondering about how the CIA was able to track us down here but they were either able to follow us or...well, I couldn't think right as we got back on the ground level, leaving the basement stairs and going to the living room. There were at least 4 CIA agents in here : two staying near the front door and two in the living room.

"Do you realize that you foiled an important CIA operation ?" An CIA agent with sunglasses...not Adler....adressed himself to Park, standing up and facing her upfront. "Sonya Kuzmin is an important asset for-...."

"It's not our fault if you are not capable of showing us that you were working on them." Park defended us from him, angry. "Your agents tried to kill us."

"Oh, yeah ?" The man shouted to her face. "So, explain why one of my agents is dead with 3 bullets in him ?" I could see him clenching his fists before I stepped in, putting myself between her and him.

"Maybe because they were stubborn to tell us they were CIA." I exclaimed, now with me facing the guy, angry. I could see the angriness on his face too. "You were the one who foiled an MI6 operation and the one to blame."

"Oh, you must be the brainwashed russian bitch that Adler...." He didn't have time to finish that he received an punch....by Park herself right into the guts, making him fall back until the other CIA agent tried to reach for his gun but Garrett acted first, jumping from its couch as he was laid down on it, getting right into the other agent path, having draw his gun to him.

"Deep breath, son." Garrett whispered to the guy who stopped himself in his path, getting holded at gunpoint right between the eyes.

"Why are they here ?" I asked to Park as I looked to the CIA agent that she just punched in the chest.

"They want Sonya to go with them." She replied, sounding in an low voice.

"It's impossible, we worked our asses since last day and...and they're in the MI6 custody now." Zasha protested against that as they have intels about Sonya since days.

"Oh, you think so ?" The CIA chief returned back to his feets, looking at Zasha with an smirk. "Who are you by the way ?" He asked them.

"That's not your interest, dipshit." I proclaimed to his face with him knowning that we can all punch him now.....but an bloodbath here is not an good idea. "Why do you want Sonya ?"

"That mission was prepared for days...orders from Jason Hudson !" He responded and to be honest, I knew that Hudson was going to fuck us one day....must have been following our mission. "Sonya Kuzmin can tell us where's Russell Adler and we leave this place with them, end of the story !" He confirmed his point of view to us, finding ourselves blocked : we got Sonya by ourselves but the CIA is pressuring us to have them back. In me, I was laughing as these guys hoped to make Sonya talk. "So, you gave them to us before we stormed this place with our guns and blame your deaths on Perseus."

"That's blackmailling ?"Park seems offusqued by that and faced the man again, me moving asie for her "I almost got my friends killed for nothing ?"

"Yes so you have 5 minutes to let us have Sonya before we put our plan in motion." He repeated to her face, smirking as Park looked away, sniffing and troubled....I could see that she got no other choices.

"Fine !" She whispered to him, looking at her feets. "They're in the basement, you got 2 minutes to take them with you before I change my mind." She added, snorting as she decided to get sit on an free seat next to Garrett couch as both CIA agents start to leave the living room to get to the basement and us....staying in the living room as we could see Sonya get taken away, a bag on their head before the CIA douchebags left this place....and us alive and kinda angry. "I'm sorry." Park breathed to us, blaming herself to have let the CIA win the argument.

"Those fuckers never change, it's not your fault, Park !" Garrett intervened, getting back on his couch, not even angry about Park's decision. "Always thinking that they're rulling everywhere."

"He's right." Greta added to his statement. "Because of them, all of our work today was for nothing...and it's not our fault." She continued, reassuring a bit Park.

"Yeah but....we are now almost without an perfect lead against Stone & Perseus." Park expressed before I moved next to her.

"No, we still have Portnova in Moscow...and now, we know that Stitch has an nuke, given by Stone." I affirmed to her, tapping her shoulder in an lovely way, giving her an smile before I moved to get to the dashboard. "She can tell us about what Stone is planning." I looked at Zasha, a bit stressed at talking about Portnova. "You're okay to come back to Moscow ?"

"Well, since I'm with you, I'm more than just okay. I'm in." They replied, sure of themselves as I smiled about it. We both couldn't come back to the USSR without having Perseus eyes on us and since we got Park and her friends with us, those eyes will have an hard time to find us."If I can find my Yiri again...."

"Then, we can prepare ourselves to go to Moscow." Park proposed as she got up from her own seat and we all nodded to her as Garrett & Greta start to slowly move from their couchs to get up as I moved away from the dashboard to get next to Park, taking a deep breath of the day we just had....an long and unexpected one to be honest. We just needed now to focus no more on what happened with the CIA in this place.....

"Well....it's time for us to go back to the east side of the Iron Curtain !"

[chelseamount]

Regina George - Tom Holland x Reader

GUYS IT’S FINALLY HERE, sorry for the long wait

i wrote the actors real names when they speak, so to not get confused here is who is meantioned 

Barrett as Janis

Kyle as Aaron

Rick as Mr Duvall

Grey as Damian

-

"how about this one," I ask

"babe you have tried twenty outfits now, and you look beautiful in all of them, " Tom says as he looks up from his phone

"I'm overthinking this I know it's just I really want this role" I sit down beside him as he wraps his arms around me and locks his phone

"please tell me which musical it is" he pouts

"nu-uh It's gonna be a surprise"

"But I want to know"

"you'll know soon"

"fine, but why are you so nervous, you have been in so many broadway shows"

"yeah but they weren't as big as this one"

"honey you have literally been in Grease, mamma mia, Chicago, heathers and cabaret fucking cabaret like you nailed Maybe this time"

"your the best," I say before I kiss him "I gotta go"

"your gonna nail it, honey"

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"Okay the next one is Y/n Y/l/n" a guy calls as I follow him into the audition room even after all of these years it's still nerve-racking

"Good to see you Y/n"

"you too," I say as I sit down on a chair"

"who will you auditioning for today?"

"Regina George"

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"I'm home, love," I say as I walk through the door with a big smile on my face

"So how did it go?" Tom asks

"I think it went really well," I say

"your so talented I love you so much"

"I love you more"

"let's order some food," he says as he picks me up

"hell yeah"

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"Tom Tom Tom" I yell as I run down the stairs

"what what what," he says

"The roles are out," I say as I open my computer

"What did you get"

"I don't know yet"

"well check it" he squeals like a little girl

"Okay but before we check I'm gonna tell you which musical it is okay"

"Finally," he says

"mean girls"

"omg I love mean girls wait can I guess who you auditioned for?"

"yeah"

"Cady"

"WHAT really"

"yeah"

"I auditioned for Regina"

"WHAT really"

"yes why are you saying like that"

"you're just so sweet and she's so mean"

"no, she isn't she's grool"

"haha got that " he fake laughs "now let's see if you got the part"

we open the computer but I quickly close it as I say

"I can't look"

"Okay, okay, I'll look" I close my eyes shut as he opens the computer "you got it"

"what"

"you got it," he says exited

"omg" I get tears in my eyes as we hug damn I'm gonna nail this fucking part

-

after months of hard work, it's finally the opening night and I must say I am so fucking nervous like I knew Regina could be mean sometimes but my role was like well I guess you'll see for yourself

-

we start the first number and I spot Tom sitting on the front row like a little happy puppy this was so different from any other role... I like it

the first scene with me starts with me standing on a cafeteria table also a scene where you get what kind of type Regina is

"Regina George is the queen bee She's always dressed up She always wins Spring Fling Queen We're just drones who work for her Then die" Barrett says

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal Fear me, love me Stand and stare at me And these, these are real I've got money and looks I am, like, drunk with power This whole school Humps my leg like a chihuahua I'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen I never weigh more than one-fifteen My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I don't care who you are I don't care how you feel" I sing in character

I quickly glance at tom who is wide-eyed as I try my best not to break character from laughing

the other girls sing their parts

-

sometime after it's time for my sing with Kyle which the scene where I'm in a rather flashy costume

"Yes, I look perfect Ice Queen, that's what they see It's what they expect from me But it's all show" "Face it, you used me You saw my sexy clothes My supermodel pose But did you know?" "Was I a game to you? Was I way too cool? I truly cared Was I the fool?" "It's fine for you It's fine to flirt It's fine 'Till someone gets hurt 'Till someone gets hurt!" "Feel my heart beating? I'm just like her or you People forget I'm human too Yes, they do that" "This is performance This is all self-defence I thought you had the sense To see through that" "Was I too proud of you? Was I too cold and forbidding? And you chose her over me Are you kidding? Poor little me All trapped in this fabulous show You could set me free But if you wanna go It's fine for you It's fine to play And God you're hot Why do you even wear a shirt?" "It's fine!" we sing "Damn you're fine!" kyle sings

"Damn you're fine!" I sing

"And It's fine!" Kyle and I sing "Until someone gets... 'Till someone gets hurt! 'Till someone gets hurt!"

we finish the song with a kiss

-

and finally, it's time for my big number... world burn the scene where I'm in a tight black outfit and throwing papers everywhere

"My name is Regina George And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heels" "This is what I get for helping Helping someone lame fit in Cady heron, enjoy your temporary win" I sing as I walk on the stage "My name is Regina George "Regina is a fugly cow." Hey cady, how do you like me now? I wanna watch the world burn, I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn and everyone get mean I wanna watch the world burn, I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn and everyone get..." "I'm just so upset, Mr Duvall. I found it in the girls' bathroom. I mean the things it says about me. The things it says about all of us" I say as I do a very bad fake crying "Is this true? Rachel hamilton fills her inhaler with vodka? Does that work? Ms Norbury is a sad, old drug pusher? What does this say? Caitlyn caussin has what?" Rick says as he looks in the burn book "Hairy nips," I say "Good lord. Don't worry, we will find out who did this" "There are only three girls in the school who aren't in it" "Can you give me names?" "Cady, time to watch your back Cady, time to turn and walk Because you took me down" I sing

"But you didn't finish me off" "My name is Regina George And in case you're keeping score Cady may have won the battle But I will win the world war I wanna watch the world burn" "Trang Pak is a grotsky bi-otch!" ensemble sings "I got the gasoline!" "Ms Norbury is a drug pusher!" ensemble sings "I wanna make the world burn" "Janis is a space dyke!" "That's original "Damian Hubbard is too gay to function." It's only okay when I say it!" Barrett says "Wait, only cady could have written that," Grey says "Regina is a fugly cow Regina is a fugly cow Who wrote this? Who wrote this"

Who wrote this

Who wrote this" ensemble sings

"I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone could see" I sing as I walk in on the stage in a new outfit "So mean!" "Mean!" I quickly glance at Tom who's mouth is wide open in shock "So mean!" "Mean! I wanna watch the world burn" I sing "Who wrote this? Who wrote this?" "I wanna watch the world burn Mean! I wanna watch the burn" I finish off the song

-

after some time the show is done and after I'm out of my costume I find Tom

"so what did you think," I ask as he picks me up

"you were amazing babe, I'm in shock like I knew you were amazing but that was so good, I'm seeing it again"

- 

Hope it was what you Imagined

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[gay4xmas]

happiest season

first of all i love clea duvall second of all please include poc in shit. i’ll just go outside if i wanna see white people

i respect kristen stewart but she is to millennials what timothee chalamet is to gen z. and no i will not elaborate

damn! santa claus reindeer roplay???

imagine lupita nyong’o and tessa thompson in a lesbian christmas movie??

so dan levy just plays david rose? okay cool. (i luv david and dan levy so it’s all good)

listen i want the one who gets proposed to but if they get me a diamond ring i will end it. if it’s diamond it better be vintage. otherwise just get me anything but diamond.

also yes. i agree with everything david.. i mean john said about marriage.

oh no the my family doesn’t know i’m gay trope. lol

the ol’ roommate lie. lemme guess there’s only one bed too

okay but there’s no way they can look at kristen stewart and think “yes that is a heterosexual”

if someone told me their mom’s name was tipper i would discredit and distrust everything they have to say

yeah people on intsagram are gonna figure out the situation real quick.

mary holland is sweet. i think i’m gonna luv her in this

oh no! they treat her like shit! i’m gonna cry

nevermind there is not one bed.

c’mon jane’s cute. leave her alone.

i’ll be honest tho. if i met a jane irl i would be annoyed. but that’s on me and nothing on a person just vibing.

the old boyfriend trick.

kristen stewart is already so short why not put her in an actual chair. or get her a booster seat.

how many ex’s are they gonna bring back? is this scott pilgrim

ngl it would be tight to move to a city like paris and just go to museums. alas i am a poor

fish are still animals that need to be taken care of! feed the fish!

david’s right

the twins from the shinning are here

being a mother doesn’t make you a better person

she didn’t ask so don’t give advice weirdo

no one appreciates jane and that is so rude

gays can have kids

when her mom said they made gift baskets i was expecting hippies... but they are so much worse... fucking goop??

i don’t care about your sister rivalry. 

oh wow... the mom totally sucks

saying you no longer want to be part of a conversation should be the norm. sometimes you get bored and you want to leave. 

oh yeah nothing to hide except for you homo daughter

do people still want to be friends with people from high school?

like if met up with certain people from high school i’d be like nah. thanks tho but no.

especially if one person still had romantic feelings.

once again david is right!

he’s right but he just killed her fish omg

okay but look wise, aubry plaza is hotter so i say get with the hot one

and i’m telling kristen stewart this

mackenzie davis was hotter in san junipero

big sister knows they lesbianing

okay but texing your girlfriend while being in the same house is kinda cute or maybe i’m a weirdo.

sneak sneak sneak

yeah abby. what are you doing in the closet?

so kristen’s the bottom huh

okay but a milf called harry is lowkey hot

i would drop kick those kids. little weirdos

also mall security your job is not that serious

i bet these people are republicans

i get being scared to come out to your family but harper is kinda lame

even when they’re just talking, kristen and aubry have better chemistry 

yeah her family is totally republican for the way harper treated riley in high school

how did mackenzie davis go from playing one of the gayest characters in san junipero to harper who doesn’t seem very gay? 

the way this movie is playing out seems like harper and abby break up and harper gets with her old boyfriend and abby gets with riley but i don’t think that’s how this will end (in fact i know cuz i looked on wikipedia)

bitch space??? she’s are your parent’s house and you are barely spending time with her. space? go to the moon then

abby deserves better

this is a pro abby and riley blog and an anti harper blog

it’s your fault she dropped the wine harper.. but jane shouldn’t have picked it up

once again the mom sucks!!!

has anyone ever been a part of white elephant? i hate it, it’s so awkward so much second hand embarrassment 

harper has no right getting upset over abby being friends with riley when she’s getting close to her ex boyfriend

riley is just chilling being hot. 

“it’s over. i’m done” end the movie right there that’s all i needed.

if you want her then act like it

damn upper middle class parents are monsters

you pump?

i lowkey thought sloane’s husband was also gonna be gay

stay out of this, sappho

omg harper suuuucks

appreciate jane or parish

yes you are baby

hell yeah girl speak your truth... you still suck tho

omg the parents suck!

“i don’t have any secrets by i am an ally”

we all know politicians ain’t shit and don’t do shit. who cares

ngl.. i didn’t tell my family i was gay for the same reasons as harper. i didn’t know if they would accept me so i kept it hidden for so long but in the end they did. so i can’t hate her for that but she had a gf so she wasn’t alone.

jane got published!!! yes!

i hope the family all bought a copy of jane’s book. not received a free copy but paid for one.

okay this movie was cute. i liked it.

still think abby and riley shoulda been end game

[lossknown]

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:   multiple  places  in  /  surrounding  tera. 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐:   closed,  self - para. 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄:   gracie’s  death.

          sude  fills  his  lungs  almost  as  easily  as  a  scream  rips  through  the  air  while  he’s  lounging  by  the  watering  hole.   this  wasn’t  a  rare  occasion  —  sneaking  out  past  curfew  with  his  friends  to  get  high  away  from  the  bustling  atmosphere  of  tera.   the  group  of  five  spent  a  countless  number  of  nights  out  with  each  other,  each  one  as  happy  as  the  next  to  be  able  to  escape,  if  only  for  a  few  hours.   their  nights  out  worked  like  clockwork  most  times.   lukas,  bazz,  and  kyra  would  get  high  by  the  water,  gracie  and  vince  would  wander  off  to  make  friends  with  the  creatures  of  the  night  (  most  were  harmless  little  things  ).   on  this  night,  though,  there  was  nothing  insinuating  harmlessness  in  the  way  the  shriek  pierced  his  ears.  there  was  a  brief  moment  of  exchanged  looks  between  the  trio,  but  then  lukas  was  running.   he  wasn’t  sure  where  his  legs  were  taking  him,  but  it  was  a  miracle  he  hadn’t  tripped  over  anything  on  his  way  to  the  source  of  the  sound.   a  branch  is  snapped  as  he  runs  through  it,  the  bush  revealing  a  panicked  vince  kneeling  over  gracie  —  shirt  stained  red,  puncture  in  her  side,  tears  streaming  down  her  face.     “   what  the  fuck  happened  ?   “     frozen,  shocked,  and  unable  to  process  the  situation,  lukas  felt  panic  build  beneath  his  chest.     “   vince,  what  the  fuck  happened  ?   “     the  repeated  question  is  accompanied  by  his  hand  yanking  the  other  male’s  body  back  to  force  him  to  snap  back  into  reality.   it  didn’t  work  because  he  didn’t  get  a  response.     “   gra—  gracie.   “     a  hushed  plea  of  a  response  fell  from  his  lips  as  he  knelt  beside  the  girl,  one  hand  instantly  moving  to  inspect  the  wounded  area.

          gracie,  unlike  most  things  in  his  life,  had  been  consistent.   she  was  there  when  he  stepped  foot  into  tera,  she  was  there  every  morning  from  then  on.   the  two  were  practically  attached  at  the  hip.  if  someone  didn’t  know  better,  they  could  come  off  as  two  kids  in  puppy  love,  but  nothing  romantic  ever  happened  between  them.   on  any  given  day,  you’d  find  gracie  hanging  off  of  lukas’  back,  barking  orders  in  his  ear  and  he  obeyed  every  single  one.   out  of  the  five  of  them,  those  two  were  the  closest.   in  fact,  there  was  rarely  a  night  that  went  by  when  one  wasn’t  staying  at  the  other’s  place.   it  was  mostly  due  to  how  late  they  stayed  out.  they  were  just  too  tired  to  split  up.  their  friendship  was  different  than  all  his  other  ones.

          “   we  gotta  get  her  to  the  infirmary.   “     it  wasn’t  a  suggestion  so  much  as  it  was  a  demand.  careful  not  to  disturb  the  injured  area  too  much,  lukas  stepped  over  gracie  to  make  an  attempt  at  picking  her  up.  the  groans  and  whines  of  pain  made  him  hesitate,  but  they  couldn’t  leave  her  there.     “   no...  no  infirmary.   “     the  next  demand  came  from  the  blonde  in  his  arms,  a  single  hand  just  barely  reaching  up  to  pull  at  lukas’  shirt.   one  look  in  those  hazel  hues  and  lukas  couldn’t  pull  himself  to  disagree  with  her,  but  he  knew  she  wouldn’t  live  without  some  kind  of  medicine.  defeat  riddled  already  tired  features,  a  nod  soon  following  her  words.  he  wasn’t  about  to  start  an  argument.     “   bazz,  take  her  to  my  place.  i’m  gonna  go  get  stuff.   “     the  handoff  was  messy  and  probably  uncomfortable  for  gracie.  it  physically  pained  lukas  to  see  her  in  such  a  helpless  state.     “   they’re  gonna  see  us  if  we  go  ba—   “     bazz  started,  but  the  look  on  lukas’   face  was  enough  for  him  to  dismiss  his  last  hesitations.  he’d  do  what  he  had  to.     “   i’ll  be  back,  okay  ?  do  not  let  her  die.  i  swear  to  god...  i’m  gonna  take  twenty  minutes,  max.   “     there  was  one  last  look  at  gracie,  one  last  glance  at  the  wound,  and  then  lukas  was  off.

          in  all  honesty,  he  wasn’t  sure  how  he  ended  up  back  within  the  walls  of  tera.  sneaking  out  had  happened  so  many  times  that  he  had  a  route  memorized  like  the  back  of  his  hand.  it’s  not  even  that  they  were  really  out  when  the  gates  were  closed.  they  did  cut  it  pretty  close,  though,  and  the  sentinels  knew  that.  before  he  knew  it,  lukas  was  approaching  the  infirmary  —  one  of  the  many  places  he  generally  wasn’t  allowed  to  be  simply  because  he  was  a  nuisance.  still,  that  didn’t  stop  him  from  swiping  an  access  card  from  one  of  the  doctors  leaving  as  he  was  going  in.  it  gave  him  easy  access  to  places  he  needed  to  be  in  order  to  get  some  supplies.  careful  to  avoid  the  sight  of  guards,  lukas  remained  calm  as  he  maneuvered  through  the  halls.  and  when  he  found  the  room  he  was  looking  for,  one  final  glance  down  the  nearly  empty  hall  gave  him  a  clear  coast  to  slip  inside.

          it  wasn’t  until  his  hands  were  grazing  the  shelves  that  he  noticed  the  blood  on  his  fingers,  the  trembling  of  usually  still  limbs.  it  made  him  hesitate,  if  only  momentarily,  before  grabbing  a  few  different  vials,  along  with  other  meds  that  he  knew  might  have  a  chance  at  working.  in  all  honesty,  he  wasn’t  sure  what  attacked  gracie,  how  her  side  got  punctured  the  way  it  did.  he  had  no  idea  what    he  was  dealing  with.  and  once  he’d  finished  tucking  the  items  in  his  pocket,  he  left  the  room.  while  looking  over  his  shoulder,  he  nearly  ran  into  a  body  that  was  waiting  right  in  front  of  him  near  the  end  of  the  hall.  looking  down  at  the  other  male,  lukas  just  removed  his  hands  from  his  pockets  and  tried  to  brush  by  him  with  a  nearly  inaudible  apology.  that’s  when  he  felt  the  other’s  hand  press  against  his  chest  to  stop  him  from  continuing,  eyes  glancing  down  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  name  ‘  preston  ‘  plastered  on  the  uniform.     “   you’re  not  supposed  to  be  back  here.   “   oliver  observed,  but  it  was  something  they  both  already  knew.  and  lukas  really  didn’t  have  time  to  be  dealing  with  a  sentinel  right  now.     “   i  was  looking  for  my  mom,  but  she’s  not  here.   “     a  lie  that  was  almost  too  easy  to  tell  slipped  through  the  younger  male’s  lips  as  he  kept  his  demeanor  calm.  his  gaze  met  oliver’s  briefly,  but  they  both  knew  lukas  was  full  of  it.   a  pause  that  felt  like  forever  was  taken,  but  then  the  silence  was  broken  by  oliver  once  more.     “   empty  your  pockets.   “

          man,  if  looks  could  kill,  lukas  might  as  well  have  been  medusa  in  that  moment.     “   i  don’t  know  what  you’re  talking  about.   “     lukas  responded,  not  an  ounce  of  his  tone  faltering  as  he  took  a  step  back  to  show  he  wasn’t  in  a  rush.  but  he  was  —    gracie  was  dying  for  all  he  knew.  and  oliver  wasn’t  buying  his  story.  then  the  sentinel  was  one  step  closer,  speaking  at  a  much  lower  volume  than  before.     “   now.   “     and  lukas  wasn’t  really  in  much  of  a  place  to  be  fighting  back.  a  cold  glare  is  what  he  got  in  return,  jaw  tightening  as  lukas  refused  to  move.  the  only  thing  that  made  him  give  in  was  the  fact  that  attention  was  being  drawn  to  them.  he  could  see  a  nurse’s  head  turn  in  his  peripheral,  to  which  his  chin  dipped  slightly,  but  he  didn’t  let  up.     “   please,  just...   “     lukas  started,  but  it  appeared  oliver  wasn’t  having  any  of  it.     “   just  what  ?   “     his  head  was  pounding,  different  scenarios  reeling  in  his  mind  as  the  male  tried  to  figure  out  his  options.  after  a  quick  glance  at  the  clock,  he  decided  he  needed  to  go.  and  that’s  what  he  did.

          lukas  took  a  few  steps  back  before  turning  around  and  running  towards  the  other  end  of  the  hall.  the  hands  that  trembled  before  were  the  same  ones  that  crashed  through  the  door  before  the  rest  of  his  body,  feet  carrying  him  down  the  stairs  and  out  another  door  on  the  lower  level  before  he  was  looking  for  the  fastest  exit.   he  seemed  to  be  in  the  clear  until  he  collided  with  a  nurse  who  wasn’t  paying  attention.   neither  of  them  fell,  but  it  was  enough  to  make  him  mutter  a  string  of  apologies.   the  look  on  her  face  was  enough  for  him  to  realize  that  she  knew  he  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  there.   he’d  lost  track  of  time,  so  much  so  that  he  only  stopped  rambling  when  someone  else  grabbed  his  arm,  but  before  he  knew  it,  he  was  being  shoved  into  one  of  the  empty  rooms  with  the  door  slamming  shut  behind  them.     “   hey,  man.   what  the  fuck  ?   ”     lukas  nearly  spat,  venom  threatening  to  surface  as  he  finally  put  together  just  who  was  standing  in  front  of  him :  oliver  fucking  preston.   jaw  tightened,  one  step  taken  back  as  he  tried  to  think  of  a  way  to  get  himself  out  of  this  one.   his  options  were  limited.   preston  went  on  a  spew  about  how  much  trouble  lukas  could  be  in,  about  how  he  was  disturbing  the  peace  of  the  entire  infirmary,  about  how  his  recklessness  was  going  to  get  people  upset.     “   i’m  not  asking  again.   empty  your  pockets.   ”     the  male  stated  calmly,  palm  extended  towards  lukas  as  the  youngest  wayne  just  let  his  gaze  lock  onto  oliver’s.   if  he  gave  anything  up,  gracie  would  die.

          “   if  you  don’t  let  me  leave,  grace  duval  is  gonna  die,  okay  ?   it’s  your  job  to  protect  people,  isn’t  it  ?   if  you  let  me  go,  i  can  save  her.   ”     he’d  lied  enough  times  for  the  sentinels  to  take  everything  he  said  with  a  grain  of  salt.   it  looked  like  oliver  was  the  same,  because  his  demeanor  hadn’t  shifted,  he  hadn’t  moved  –––  just  waited.     “   oliver,  please.   i’m  not  feeding  you  bullshit.   she’s  dying.   ”     for  all  he  knew  she  could  be  dead  by  then.   he  was  already  five  minutes  late,  already  past  the  time  he’d  promised  he’d  get  back  in.     “   then  why  didn’t  you  bring  her  here  ?   ”     the  question  made  him  sick.   it  was  one  he  knew  he  couldn’t  answer  without  getting  himself  and  his  friends  in  trouble.   his  moment  of  hesitation  was  enough  of  an  answer  for  oliver,  because  lukas  found  himself  being  slammed  back  against  the  cabinet  behind  him.   a  grunt  fell  from  his  lips  has  oliver’s  hand  retrieved  the  medical  supplies  from  both  of  his  pockets.   the  sentinel  took  a  moment  to  inspect  what  he’d  taken,  a  quick  analysis  of  what  could  have  possibly  been  going  on.     “   don’t  let  me  catch  you  in  here  again.   ”     the  words  fell  from  the  other’s  mouth  with  ease  as  he  began  departing,  leaving  lukas  just  as  empty - handed  as  he  was  when  he’d  first  arrived.

          he  had  no  other  choice :  he  had  to  go  back.   so  he  left  the  infirmary,  anger  boiling  his  blood  as  he  broke  into  a  sprint  to  get  back  to  his  place.   it  didn’t  take  more  than  a  few  more  minutes  for  him  to  arrive,  hands  shoving  the  front  door  open  to  find  gracie  on  the  couch  with  their  friends  surrounding  her.   she  wasn’t  awake,  but  she  was  breathing.   the  sight  made  him  freeze  and  he  stayed  that  way  until  vince  nearly  dragged  him  to  the  kitchen,  questioning  him  about  if  he  got  what  they  needed,  about  what  took  him  so  long.   lukas  didn’t  answer,  just  kept  his  gaze  on  the  ground  for  a  moment  before  he  finally  looked  up  at  the  other  male.     “   preston  took  all  the  fuckin’  meds  i  had.   i  got  nothing.   ”     before  he  could  face  any  backlash,  lukas  pushed  past  vince  and  made  his  way  back  to  gracie’s  side,  taking  a  seat  on  the  ground  beside  the  couch  as  kyra  joined  him.   with  how  calm  lukas  was  and  how  he  hadn’t  whipped  out  whatever  medical  supplies  they  expected  him  to  return  with,  everybody  knew  he  came  back  with  nothing.   thank  god  nobody  else  blew  up  at  him  for  it.   he  took  a  moment  to  observe  the  blonde’s  exterior  for  a  moment :  discomfort  permanent  on  usually  light  features,  shaky  breathing  here  and  there,  a  decent  bandage  plastered  over  the  wound,  and  blood  staining  both  her  clothes  and  his  furniture.   one  hand  lifted  slowly,  wrapping  around  gracie’s  carefully.   her  body’s  reaction  was  to  flinch,  but  it  made  her  eyes  open  slowly.     “   hey,  luke.   ”     the  nickname  just  barely  made  it  beyond  her  lips  before  she  was  coughing,  something  violent  that  made  his  body  tense.   still,  he  forced  a  smile  and  let  his  thumb  graze  the  back  of  her  hand  to  show  that  he  was  still  there.   from  how  devastated  everyone  looked,  from  the  lack  of  movement  in  the  room,  even  gracie  could  tell  lukas  didn’t  get  what  he  said  he  would.   of  course,  she  knew  him  well  enough  to  know  that  he  tried.     “   i’m  sorry.   ”     the  male  murmured,  an  uncomfortable  heaviness  pressing  down  on  his  chest  as  he  tried  not  to  break.   he  was  the  strong  one  in  their  group  if  gracie  couldn’t  be.     “   i’m  so  sorry.   ”     lukas  repeated,  head  dipping  to  shield  her  from  the  view  of  tears  brimming.   he  rarely  cried  and  certainly  wouldn’t  let  other  people  see  him  cry.   still,  kyra  pressed  her  head  against  his  shoulder  in  an  attempt  at  comfort  and  gracie  had  failed  to  show  even  an  ounce  of  disappointment.   instead,  she  just  squeezed  his  hand  gently  and  offered  a  smile,  something  weak  but  not  quite  forced.

          another  moment  passed  before  he  finally  looked  back  up  at  gracie.   the  only  thing  that  made  him  do  so  was  the  release  of  pressure  from  her  grip,  panic  churning  somewhere  deep  in  his  ribs.     “   gracie  ?   ”   her  eyes  were  closed,  the  wincing  stopped,  and  her  chest  seemed  to  remain  still  with  each  second  he  watched  it.   his  hand  squeezed  hers  now,  but  it  felt  different  ––  felt  more  limp  than  before.     “   hey.   ”     lukas  murmured,  eyebrows  furrowing  as  he  sat  up  more  and  reached  out  to  shake  her  shoulder  only  gently.   no  response.   the  head  on  his  shoulder  was  now  buried  in  vince’s  shoulder,  kyra’s  sobbing  only  causing  a  chain  reaction  within  the  group  as  the  realization  of  what  was  happening  hit  hard.   lukas,  himself,  even  found  himself  nearly  choking  back  a  sob.     “   gracie.   fuck,  grace.   hey,  c’mon.   ”     his  efforts  at  waking  her  up  were  useless.   it  wasn’t  until  there  was  another  hand  on  his  shoulder  that  lukas  fell  apart.   his  head  dropped,  forehead  pressed  against  gracie’s  shoulder  as  he  cried.   uncontrollable,  staggered,  and  silenced  sobs  echoed  within  the  walls  of  the  room.   the  amount  of  times  apologies  fell  from  his  mouth  couldn’t  be  counted  on  just  two  hands  as  the  three  others  moved  to  wrap  themselves  in  one  big  hug.   they  didn’t  pull  him  away  from  gracie,  didn’t  say  anything  as  they  just  comforted  each  other.   grief  could  sneak  up  on  people,  but  not  them.   it  hit  harder  than  anything  lukas  had  ever  experienced  before,  making  him  feel  completely  useless  and  weak  as  he  cried.   and  they  stayed  like  that  for  hours,  crying  over  gracie’s  lifeless  body  on  his  couch,  crying  over  the  loss  of  such  an  important  person  in  all  of  their  lives.   and  lukas  thought  he’d  never  feel  fully  happy  again,  never  feel  complete  without  his  best  friend.   and  he  was  right.

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SUMMARY: text and then f2f interactions between Nick Duval and Hunter Clarington on the evening of 1/4. They talk a lot about their bio details and some feelings were acted on but not talked about.

Hunter Clarington You.

Nick Duval   And you. Hey. Hi. Hello there. Yes, me? I mean- hey, what's up man?

Hunter Clarington What are you doing? Today, I mean. Right now.

Nick Duval   Oh, nothing much. Just putzing around the dance studio. Why? What's up, Hunter?

Hunter Clarington Do you want company while you putz?

Nick Duval  If you'd like. You know I won't say no to seeing that handsome face of yours. You all good, Clarington?

Hunter Clarington Good to know you still find my attractive. The world hasn't totally turned upside down. I'm always good, Duval. Just.. adjusting.

Nick Duval In what universe could I not? Have you seen yourself? Need a mirror? A polaroid? A portrait? Let a guy know. Interesting choice of words you've got there. Right, right. Of course. Nothing could possibly be amiss in the House of Clarington. Need any help with that?

Hunter Clarington You know, I think I could use a portrait... Could be. Especially not with the proud lion of the family. I think I just have less to do here. And a different kind of recognition. I'm still a Clarington, but this is no military academy. I was the natural born star there.

Nick Duval Well allow me to get right on that then. Post-haste. Could be huh? Ahhh I see what's going on here. Clearly you just have a worship kink that isn't being fulfilled here :smirk: . For whatever it's worth, Clarington...You're still a star to me.

Hunter Clarington Cute. Perhaps I have a strangling kink; would you like to help me out with that one too? ..Thank you.

Nick Duval Me? Me, cute? Awe, shucks. Ohhhh now we're really onto something, huh? I just might. So what if I did? Yeah. Don't mention it man. I mean it though. Just...Remember.

Hunter Clarington You. Cute. Indeed. Are you trying to fuck, Nick? Of course. I will.

Nick Duval If I didn’t know better Id say you were flirting with me Clarington. Me? That’s a loaded question wouldn’t you say? Good.

Hunter Clarington Loaded how, Nick?

Nick Duval  Avoidance I see. Alright, I’ll play. Well I just mean...Wit our history, Hunter. I didn’t think that required elaboration.

Hunter Clarington Are you afraid you'll want to belong to me and my handsome face? Maybe I am flirting with you. What are you going to do about it?

Nick Duval Belong to you huh? Those are some words. I- I mean I could do a lot of things I guess. Depends on you.

Hunter Clarington You're the one that brought up our history. Now you've got me curious, boy. Tell me what you want to do.

Nick Duval  I did yes. Though it was you who chose that context. Boy huh? Keep that up and I’ll make you wait to find out.

Hunter Clarington I'll always choose that context. Is that so? Brat.

Nick Duval  Yeah? And why is that, Hunter Clarington? Brat huh? Something tells me you’re secretly into that, too.

Hunter Clarington Thirteen years of being told someone belongs to you is a long time. I could be. You know where my suite is. I'm just about to get in the shower.

Nick Duval Seems to me like someone, not mentioning any names of course, still sees me as theirs. Interesting. Christ. Are you trying to kill me? I’m positive you are. And what if I joined you?

Hunter Clarington Interesting, indeed. Don't worry, I'm CPR and first aid trained. I've already set out a second towel.

Nick Duval   Hunter... always prepared, huh? I...

Hunter Clarington I was a boy scout, after all. Come here. Come to me, Nick. I'll reward you.

Nick Duval  I know, how could I forget? You always looked so fabulous in those uniforms. Hunter, I- is this- Yes Sir.

Hunter Clarington I look fabulous without them too. Is this...? Good boy. My good boy. I'll see you soon.

Nick Duval When I have that heart attack please promise me you’ll take care of Cameron. I’ll will him to you. Truthfully I was going to ask if this was a good decision but... That was before I decided, ‘fuck it.”’ Very, very soon.

Hunter Clarington I'll take care of your kept boy, don't worry. I'll take care of you too. Fuck it is a good line of thought. Very soon.

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Nick Duval  Well, Clarington. Ask and yee shall receive.

Hunter Clarington  And if I ask you to get in with me? 

Nick Duval Hunter....Hunter I can do that, yeah. Yes.

Hunter Clarington Good. I want to see you. 

Nick Duval  Hunter... this is....Holy shit this is crazy. I...You kissed me.

Hunter Clarington Is it really? Yes, I did. And I'll do it again. Unless.... you didn't like it.

Nick Duval  I...Yes and no- Please do- I liked it. Do it- again...

Hunter Clarington Care to elaborate? You.

Nick Duval   I- Is right now really the best time, Hunter? Me? You! Look at you! You’re-

Hunter Clarington  As long as you're not going to regret this. Let me touch you, let me fuck you.

Nick Duval   Are you kidding? Trust me when I say, I won't. Please do. As long as I get to touch you too. Fuck me then, Hunter.

Hunter Clarington Good. I won't either, you know. Of course you can touch me too. I want you to. I will. I want to know every inch of your body.

Nick Duval I hope you're right about that, Hunter. Because that would...Really suck. Thank you, I'll take care of you Sir. I want you to know me. I want to know yours, too. You're...Fuck you're an Adonis.

Hunter Clarington  I'm always right, Nick. You can trust me. You know me. I'll take care of you. My good boy. Kiss me again, then I need to prep you because I can't wait to fuck you.

Nick Duval  Oh is that a fact? I know. And you know I do. I always have. Always. I do know you, I know you will. That does more for me than it probably should, but we can address that later. Yes, Sir. I want nothing more. Fuck- Please Hunter. I want you so bad.

Hunter Clarington It is. I know. I know. You've always been so good for me. We can. Or I can just keep saying it. You're so fucking hot. I'll give you everything you need.

Nick Duval  You're funny, Hunter. Good. I want you to know. I...I have? God you're really going to kill me...Fuck please, don't stop. Please. Give it to me, Sir! I need it- I need you! I've waited...So fucking long...

Hunter Clarington I've been accused of being a lot of things, but funny was never one of them. You have. Good, you won't forget this. I won't stop. I need you too. I've waited too. Too long. Far too long.

Nick Duval   That's because not everyone sees what I see. Lucky, lucky me. Hunter....No, you're right, I won't. I can already tell, I'll be feeling you all week. Fuck, I- I'm yours! Take me! Mark me! Show everyone who I was meant for, Hunter. Fuck me!

Hunter Clarington You're right about that. The perks of being born for me. Lucky me. I won't forget either. You're right about that. I might fuck you all week. I can't see myself pulling my hands off of you any sooner. With pleasure.

Nick Duval  I could get used to those perks, you know. Lucky you? I hope you don't. I don't want you to...To forget about me. Fuck me all week then. I can take it, I'll show you how good I can be for you. Keep those hands on me, Hunter. You're so good!

Hunter Clarington Without hesitation, Hunter kissed Nick again, pulling the other naked man flush up against his own naked body under the stream of water. As they kissed, he reached back, groping his way down the other Dominant's body until he had one hand full of ass cheek and the other slipping fingers inside of him. He didn't spend too much time prepping Nick before he flipped the other man around, pressing his front against the tiles as he lined himself up and slid his cock inside him. "Nick... my boy. Fuck." Already, his hands were gripping and groping all over again.

Nick Duval  Feeling Hunter's body against his sent sensations through Nick he'd only ever felt once before. Tipping his head back, he let out a long moan as the other Dominant's hands explored and took in every square inch of his body. When those fingers found his way inside him, Nick found himself grinding his body down, twisting to connect his lips and teeth with Hunter's shoulder, neck, and collarbone. Then, before he could think, he was being flipped around. The cool of the tiles sent a shock through his system, though not one he could focus on for long as he immediately felt Hunter's length sliding into him, those hands continuing their journey. "Oh, God...Hunter!" Nick near-yelped, biting into his lower lip as he leaned his head back against Hunter's figure.

Hunter Clarington  The way Nick moved into him and ground down against him was vulgar and wonderful, eliciting a moan and renewed vigor from Hunter. He wasn't exactly gentle, but he knew Nick could handle it and he knew his own strength; he knew he wasn't being too rough. There was hope warming his chest that that attention he felt on his bared skin would leave marks. This was something he had thought about for a long time, so the sound of his name tumbling from Nick's lips in that erotic cry was both familiar and satisfyingly new. He ground into the other Dominant slowly and carefully, making sure that he was okay before gripping his hips to hold him in place as he tested faster. "I love the sound of my name on your lips, Nick. Don't stop; I want to hear everything."

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PART 2: A (brief) review of every Donald Sutherland movie (so far)

Wowee welcome back. Yes I’m still on this shit and I intend to finish it because this is probably the most fun I’ve had in quarantine apart from working night shift at a waffle house. (I wish I was kidding) I will admit this one might not be as long as the last post but I promised to deliver so here we go for part two.

Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors

I had way too much fun with this movie! The story was unique and entertaining with a creepy twist without being so scary I can’t sleep at night. It’s got not only Donald, but also Sir Christopher Lee AND Peter Cushing! Like you can’t get any more badass than that. The acting is pretty great and the music goes hard (there’s a whole segment about a musician and I’m nerding out). Donald is maybe 29 or 30 years old and its one of his earliest (his 4th) film credit and oh goodness his segment is just too much. This is definitely a must see for any Hammer Film fanatics or Sutherland fans, You’ll love it!

The Dirty Dozen

Talk about a throwback to my childhood. Again an old army movie I remember watching with my parents (however watching it again I probably shouldn’t have). The movie itself its great if your into things like Tora Tora Tora! and Kelly’s Heroes. Not a whole lot of Donald in it but what we do get it so worth it. For a “serious and professional” actor, he plays silly and weird soooooo well. I will admit this one isn't nearly as lighthearted as Donald’s scenes might make it seem. It’s an actual war movie with heavy emotions and lots of violence and is quite sad at the end (no spoilers don’t worry). It might not be one to make you cry but you can’t help feeling bad for his character. Personally I loved it but its a classic in my household so I’m a bit biased. 

Start The Revolution Without Me

I quite literally choked on my coffee watching this one. Gene Wilder and Donald made a surprisingly hilarious pair and it worked so well!!! I already can’t get enough of Gene so of course this one is probably one of my all time favorite movies across the board. Basically its a switched at birth situation and takes place during the french revolution. I won’t give away too much but if you liked anything by Mel Brooks you’ll love this one. I really can’t say much without spoiling the funny bits but if you’re having a bad day, do what I did and curl up in your onesie with a bag of popcorn and let the laughter ensue.

Act of the Heart

(tw: self harm/suicide mention) Let me start out by telling you how hard it was fro me to find this damn movie and how ecstatic I was when I finally got to sit down and watch it. For anyone who doesn’t know me, my background is in vocal performance and I did a lot of work with the episcopal church in college as a soloist for churches, weddings, events and stuff so getting to see Donald as a CONCERT DIRECTOR just made my little heart explode. I was constantly geeking out at the musical parts and even got a bit of concert anxiety for the main character, Martha Hayes. She falls in love with him but of course he’s a priest (again) but this time he actually leaves the ministry for her. The movie itself is good (and the music gets my seal of approval as well) but there’s a quite a bit of triggering stuff so this one might be a bit difficult to watch for some. I will say some of these movies are quite hard to find and I had to scour the interwebs for them so if anyone wants a watch for anything on either of these lists, don’t be afraid to message me.

Little Murders

Okay so this one will be quite short because Donald is in it for a whole 10 minutes but he should have gotten a fucking oscar for it because I have never been so amazed and shocked by one of his roles as I was with this one. The movie is great if you’re into Elliot Gould (and his hair omg). But jesus Donald stole the ENTIRE MOVIE for that one brief scene. You can find clips of it on youtube just go watch it. Hell I’ll probably post it on my blog later. It’s honestly the best thing ever, and I want it played at my wedding. 

Steelyard Blues

What is it with directors and casting Jane Fonda as a prostitute? I’ll never know but Donald probably had a hand in that decision because he’s the executive producer. The movie is not great by any means but its definitely not boring. Again something about him being silly and dumb he just does so well and its so jarring in this one how silly he can get. I quite enjoyed it actually and its a real change of pace for him because while I like his character, I don’t have a whole lot of sympathy for him like I did for character’s like Casanova. I mean really he doesn’t hold back in portraying Jesse Veldini as an absolute fucking moron but I think we’re supposed to laugh at his misfortunes because they genuinely are funny (I think I just like watching him suffer) And it’s really entertaining. Again, I think Donald could have easily had a career as comedic actor but it’s nice to see how easily he can switch moods.

S*P*Y*S*

Another Donald and Elliot movie and this one is pretty hilarious too. (I’m loving these funny feel good movies) The two of them are CIA spies who aren’t stupid but definitely got the short stick in their agreement with the Russians. The plot makes sense but the way it’s gone about doesn’t really click. The Dynamic between him and Elliot is always fantastic and fun to watch so it makes up for the lack of sense this movie makes. Sorry this one couldn’t be longer but there would be much to say without writing a synopsis and I’m too tired to do that for any of these.

Day of the Locust

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! I mean jesus christ this movie was a horror show. The film itself is fine, its a great movie, but oH mY GoD!!!! Let me start by saying I didn’t watch the final scene with him in this movie because its fucking brutal and I just knew it wasn’t gonna be the kind of thing I’d needed to see. (Or anyone) Yeah I’d issue a few trigger warnings for this movie. OKAY so Donald’s character is named Homer Simpson (I’m not kidding) and my god I thought I had low self esteem, he’s literally the saddest most miserable and lonely character I think I’ve ever seen him play and he gets used by Faye Greener (Karen Black) who can go sit on a cactus for all I care, I hate that she’s the main character and the way she treats Donald is HORRIBLE AND I HATE IT. God this movie messed me up for a straight week afterward and I’m still not over it. He cries a lot in this one and just stooooooop please I can’t take it I know his character isn't accurate to the book its based on but it just makes me feel bad for him seeing Donald’s character slowly being destroyed by the toxic people around him icanttakeitanymoremovingon.

The Eagle Has Landed

I don’t know the first thing about the animosity between the Irish and the English all I know is that they don’t get along sometimes and Donald’s character this time is I think a NAzi SymPathizer?? I could be wrong but he does help them try to kidnap Winston Churchill (weird). There’s a strangely deep romance between him an a 19 year old girl (uh?) but it doesn’t really come to fruition. Overall it’s a hell of a spy movie and with fantastic performances from Robert Duvall (no I wasn’t able to recognize him) and Michael Caine. It’s a fun movie and Donald’s accent is of course, awful (just the way I like it) and steals the show yet again. 

The Disappearance 

Interesting fact, Celandine (the main character’s wife) is actually played by Donald’s real life wife, Francine Racette. So it makes for quite an interesting dynamic between the two characters that feels very realistic. This is a hitman movie that takes place in I think Montreal (hard to imagine a lot of Canadian hitmen) And has a surreal feeling about it through the whole movie. Again this was a difficult one to find at first and there is actually two version. One being 80 minutes and the other being 100min. I’m not sure why it was split like this but I’ve seen both versions and they aren’t missing anything they’re just structured differently. It does feel a bit weird watching love scenes knowing that she is is actual wife but it does feel very realistic. Overall the movie is pretty good if you want to see lots of him and his wife. Don’t worry I’m sure their relationship is a lot better than what’s portrayed in the film! 

National Lampoon’s Animal House

If you don’t know the story of Donald and this film, here it is. He was originally offered 2% of the films earnings to be in it. Thinking it would be a flop, he refused and asked for his usual flat rate of 45,000. The film was a his and his 2% could have easily been upward of 1.2 million, and this was back in 1978. He later quoted this as one of his biggest regrets of his career. Overall his scenes are quite short but oh so funny. (This list is either very serious or very funny) I like to imagine he put a lot of himself into this role. I definitely had some professors like him in college.

Threshold

Come to think of it, I watched this one so long ago I think I forgot to put it on the last list I did. I was really surprised by how genuine this movie felt. Like everyone really put a lot into this movie but it didn’t get nearly the recognition it deserved. Its a medical drama so that probably why, but it’s got an adorably young Jeff Goldblum and I can’t help but love him and Donald in every scene they’re in together. They play off each other pretty well most of the time and I didn’t really see anything wrong with this film other than it might have been on the lower end of filming budgets but it wasn’t a bad movie. It deserved better.

Ordeal by Innocence

I wish I could say the same for this movie. On it’s own its an alright film. On it’s own the soundtrack is fine too. But when the put the two together It was jarring as hell. The acting and story were okay and could have been fine alone but the soundtrack really broke any chance this film had of being taken seriously. I would have loved to seen it just on it’s own. Donald’s character is for once a genuine kind of ass that I really don’t like but it’s Agatha Christie, all her characters are assholes. This film really had potential but it shot itself point blank in the foot with the music.

A Time to Kill

Jumping forward to the 90′s, this movie is a classic based on a John Grisham novel and wow did I get invested! Donald isn’t in the film a whole lot but he does feel like an integral part of the plot and I really enjoyed him and Matthew Mcconaughey on screen together. Along with Samuel L. Jackson and Sandra Bullock. This movie is just fantastic and I normally don't like court dramas. Now what’s also interesting that not only is Donald in this one but so is Keifer. Sadly these two don’t share any scenes together and I don’t think they really got to work on set together except maybe once. Also Keifer’s character is a horrible racist. If anyone gets in your face about confederate flags being “heritage, not hate” show them this movie, Kiefer will take care of that one..

Space Cowboys

And last but not least, possibly my favorite one on this list. Everyone in this movie has the best film dynamic!! It’s funny, it’s endearing, and even kinda sad at times. The whole film feels genuine between all the lead characters, especially with them al being easily over the age of 65. As for Donald, He’s a smooth talking, dirty old man who hits on anything that moves but I’m sorry it just cracks me up. I don’t think this one should be taken too seriously but I just can’t help but fall in love with this movie. Cowboys, Space, Clint Eastwood and Tommy Lee Jones mean-mugging while Donald laughs and chases after women just makes my day. 

Okay this one might have been a good bit longer than the last one so the reviews had to be a bit shorter this time. I would do some research for a lot fo the more serious film on these two lists just because I don’t have the time to issue trigger warnings for every film. I may put out a part three, at least I’m going to try to but I’m working 12 hour days lately so I don’t have as much time to watch stuff as I used to but I’m sure some of your guys do. If you’re having trouble finding a film don’t be afraid to let me know and I’ll do my best to hook you up with some *quality* content. I know I’m having a hell of a hard time finding his older credits and the movie Blood Relatives (at least a version in english) Let me know what you guys think, if you agree or disagree with my opinions. Have fun watching!