#also i'm sorry for the ass quality of this i had to screen record but this really is so beautiful to me

[nataliescatorccio]

"The white face is very important. There's a reason why I do the white face." Chappell Roan for 'Faces of Music'

[nerd-space]

🏈 when you see this emoji, best believe you know who I'm requesting for 🤭. I don't see a lot of content around Matt and he's my number 1 fan, speaking of which .. what if Matt was Pervy enough to subscribe to your OF and you're wearing his lucky jersey during streams! You even invite him over to record a session

Ooo okay i'd be down to give that 6'4 hunk some attention 🫡

warnings: onlyfans/camgirl!reader, faceless filming, recording sex acts, prob forgetting smth idk

fem!reader for this one ^_^

also set where Emily and Matt are not together

-You were one of Jess's close friends and Emily, Jess and you all hangout regularly.

- Matt of course, being close with Emily and Jess naturally due to his love for similar things as Jess and Emily being fine with his presence.

- And you, pretty little you. who's always hung off Jess's arm and you two constantly gossip.. but you seem a little weary around him ever since he let you borrow his extra jersey when you forgot a jacket- offering to give it back to him he brushes it off and jokes about you keeping his lucky jersey... you kept it...and now you have a huge secret with this damn jersey.

- You get a notification while hanging out with them and you're busy doing Jess's hair as you ask Matt to check the notification and see what it was- forgetting the fact you had your OF notifs on because you were expecting a very very large sum today.

- Matt's eyes widen as he freezes and reads your handle on OF and the large tip number. He stutters before he voices out it was just an instagram notification- opting to avoid the subject and cover it up with a prior notification on your screen.

- Later he makes an OF and searches for your handle- finding your profile, noticing that.. your profile picture... is a photo of your ass with.. his jersey laying right over the shlef of your ass?

- Oh fuck. He's unexplainabley hard now. shit. this is so wrong! this is awful and gross and-

- Subscribed. 15$ for a month. Worth it? He thinks so.

- You do faceless content, but he knows it's you from your body shape and the socks- those very specific calf length socks you always always always wear.

- And his jersey. fuck. It's all over your fucking page and theres so many videos of you using toys in it and getting it wet and soaked and nasty and he thinks back to how you were wearing that exact jersey TODAY.

- He's never jerked off so fucking hard in his life to any porn. He's panting and groaning at the overstimulation- and he gets a ping off his phone... it's you!...wait... it's you? it's 2 am.. you never text him at this hour.

Me: ....Did you just find my OF by chance.. or did some random user "mtaylr654" sub to my stuff by chance...

- He forgot to change his user before he subbed to you. Fuck. he's been caught and you definitely hate him now.

Matt: I...am so sorry.. i saw your phone- earlier and i just got really curious and i wanted to see if it was really you and it was i can absolutely block or unsub from you i apologize.

Me:...actually i was going to invite you and see if you wanted to film smth with me lol.

- He's flabbergasted but non the less immediately says yes and you two plan for him to come over at 9pm the next night.

- He's shakey and knocking on your door and you open it- in just his goddamn jersey, and socks. like always.

- Next thing he knows you're riding him into the oblivion infront of a high quality camera and Matt has his hands tied up over his head.

- He's a moaning, wrecked fucking mess as he thrusts up into you from on bottom.

- When you kiss him and ride him harder he's trying to frantically state he's about to cum but you beat him too it

"Cum for me baby- ohhyeah keeeeeep fucking meee~"

He's shaking and tearing up as he cums :(.

[saltchurch]

Hi, i just watched your edit with the midsommar soundtrack and i would love to know how you came up with the concept. It's really really good. I'm kind of speechless actually, because you managed to make me feel something about a show that mean a lot to me but is also a show that is very flawed. I think you literally made it look so epic and beautiful, and uplifted the meaning behind the story. You did an incredible job, thank you!

Also, do you have any advice on for people editing?

And how do you manage to post a video that's 3mins? I literally tried and every time it says it's too heavy :(

ajcdcfh THANK YOU i'm so happy you liked it! that scene in moriah really bothered me when i watched it, as someone who's really into technical aspects of film/tv and how feelings are achieved and stuff, because of how shitty the music was. like SO bad. that it took away from a moment that was supposed to be like. momentous as hell. plot defining. and i get high and listen to the midsommar soundtrack and had a thought. mostly i was inspired by making this post !

as for editing, i honestly don't know a lot, so sorry about that. i use imovie on a slow ass 2012 macbook. i screen record from netflix for clips and then take dialogue audio by using a youtube to mp3 converter which works well enough for me, but i'm sure other people have more efficient ways lmao

when i download a video from imovie, i select the lowest quality setting or whatever comes up as being less than 100mb! the length doesn't exactly matter, it's just the file size

[incorrecttwoset]

Lesson time with Dani:

I think the lesson we all learned here today is that I probably shouldn't look down on kpop too much. But then, I have listened to a lot of vocaloid and read along with the lyrics which get pretty intense sometimes. I would give examples but Prof. Nic has gone through many a phase and I cannot remember all of them. (And some i dont want to remember)

So, lets get on with the... songs? Pieces? Lyrics? Shall we?

1. Opera: Verdi - La Travita, Aria: Sempre Libera (Always Free), Character: Violetta. Lol i seriously thought that this was a pop song I havent heard of. But when i realized how this game was gonna go, aka when they revealed that it was opera and a translation thing, i stepped up my guessing game. But like SERIOUSLY THOOOOO. Who could've known? (Probably the singer or a person who actually understands the language) But damn son. Quiz-sama ain't playin aROUND.

2. Pop: Arianna Grande - Imagine. When i read the lyrics, i knew iMMEDIATELY. Why wouldn't I when I live with a sister who blared this fucking sing day in and out. (No offense sis, no offense Arianna) But like, when i saw that Twoset thought this was an opera? Oh bOI. Thank goodness I'm great at controlling my reactions. Because fam, I would've laughed my ass off in disbelief like what the fuck. I'd understand Brett's ignorance but Eddy too? Damn. (Brett's lofi intensifies)

3. Pop: Billie Eilish - . I honestly thought that this was like- okay, my thought process had phases. First sentence I thought "okay this sounds like that one Arianna Grande song." When I got to the "set fire" part, I thought "adele?" And then when i read "burn", i thought "is this that really old song? The "and im gonna let it burn burn burn" thing?" As you can see, all my song guesses were wrong. At least I got the genre. And like me, the bois were learning. (Cue that bear grylls meme)

4. Opera: Tchaikovsky- Eugene Onegin, Aria: Ya lyublyu vas, Olga (I love you, Olga), Character: Lensky. Like what Eddy said, this one's pretty obvious. Also, "I can see why people like opera now. I'm getting old." "Why yes, I do love opera as well." I say, a not legally an adult person. But like, seriously tho. Opera is good. Granted, I havent listened to a lot and to be frank the only opera I've listened to all the way is the Magic Flute but like- its good stuff. Only thing I want is to be able to appreciate it better. (Also check out Patricia Janeckova's recording of the Doll Song. I love it, its wonderful)

5. Opera: Donizetti - Lucia di Lammermoor, Aria: Il Dolce Suono (The Sweet Sound), Character: Lucia. I'll admit that Eddy's singing threw me off a lil but I guessed opera. With... not a lot of conviction. Sounded like something Lana del Rey would write okay.

6. Opera: Mozart - Don Giovanni, Aria: Madamina, il catalogo e questo (Dear lady, this is the list), Character: Leporello. I thought that this was either some really obscure rap, or weird opera. I couldn't decide so I just let it play out. When I saw it was opera, I was confused. Then, I wasn't because I saw that Mozart wrote it. I swear, Mozart would make a killing as a rapper or some kind of foulmouthed idol if he was born in modern times. Also, small Edwina and Brettany cameo!!!!!

7. Opera: Bizet - Carmen, Aria: Tout Doux, Moniseur (Softly, Sir), Character: Carmen. Honestly, by this point of the video (when I watched it for the first time) I was just straight guessing opera. Although, if the lyrics were rephrased, this line could fit in perfectly somewhere in a pop song. And also, I did not expect the dRAMATICNESS of the singing when they played that excerpt. Like, wOW OKAY. I mean it makes sense for Carmen as a character... and the language they used it in... and the style of opera... okay I really can't say anything about the extraness can I?

8. Pop: Billie Eilish - No time to die. I knew it was pop. (Rhyme scheme and lyric pattern and subject matter too predictable babey) But the fact that it was by Billie Eilish was what confused me. Idky, but them lyrics givin me Taylor Swift vibes. Or Lana del Rey vibes if you slow it down and make it "dreamy".

9. KPOP: Blackpink - Kill this love. This one was sUUUUUPER ambiguous to me. It was very eloquent and poetic in a sense. But then it also gave out pop vibes. I couldn't answer though I leaned more towards opera. But when i saw that it was Blackpink's Kill this love? My brain melted out my ears. I mEAN ITS IN KOREAN ITS A TRANSLATION THING. That still doesn't excuse the fact that im very- aSDFGHJKL about it.

10. Opera: Dvorak - Rusalka, Aria: Mesicku na nebi hublokem (Song to the moon), Character: Rusalka. This one was very obviously opera to me. But dem kpop lyrics threw me for a loop man! I went opera but yall, I was dOUBTING.

11. Pop: Charlie Puth - Attention. Was there really any need to guess this one? Although, if you've never been exposed to pop music and are hearing them for the first time then thats okay. We're all learning.

12. Opera: Mozart - Cosi Fan Tutte (All Women Do It), Aria: In Uomini in Soldati (In men, in soldiers), Character - Despina. I sincerely thought that this was a really obscure rap. And I wasn't surprised when it said that Mozart wrote this opera. (His creepy smiling face tho...)

13. Pop: Justin Bieber - Sorry. Like I said in number 11, was there really any need to guess. And Brett's (albeit braindead) singing of Super Junior's Sorry Sorry is- aUGHCK MY STAN HEART. I WAS ALREADY SLAUGHTERED BY HIM WEARING THE VIOLIN BUTTON UP AND HIS ADORABLENESS AND HIS DADDYNESS OTHER NON ADORABLE QUALITIES. Ughhhhh. Jesus christ i really have to simp for Brett in each of these posts huh?

14. Pop: Taylor Swift - Delicate. I thought that this was fOR SURE an Arianna Grande song. Because of that one song with the sleep thing. But ugh, Eddy's assumption of the song was just too good not to be mentioned. (And also because i need to fill these paragraphs but like- dat voice dow) And oh gOD SEEING THEM LAUGH TOGETHER AND VIBE LIKE THAT? IM- wow look I just died of blood loss.

15. KPOP: BTS - On. Brett picking opera and falling off his chair is me. Quiz-sama. Mercy. Mercy pLEASE. Dude, translated kpop is intense.

Also editor-san was on fIRE TONIGHT. The sass was very string today. Fuck, i LOVE IT. Wait. Holy shit I just realized something. Editor-san, subtitler-san, and quiz-sama. The holy trinity of subtle twoset humor and behind the screen action. The cast is huge and i am a simp for all of them.

[imagine-hs]

It’s been, like, years 😅 I’m working full time now and barely got time for myself, much less my writing. But sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, so please enjoy.

Posting from mobile so apologies for the non-existent Read More 🙈 Why does the mobile app still suck so much? 😩

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The Kiss

The boat was crowded. You felt your anxiety prickling at the back of your throat.

You really needed to learn how to say no. Just once.

It was maddening how whenever your roommate asked you to go to a party with her, you agreed, though you hated crowds… and parties in general.

Naturally she hadn't mentioned that this particular one was happening on someone's yacht… in the middle of the ocean… with no way to escape.

Grabbing your cup a little tighter, you made your way through grinding bodies to the front. There was a bit more room here. Air to breath. Rich douchebags talking shop. Shop meaning which car to buy next from their parents' money.

Your judging gaze drifted over them, uninterested, but nevertheless annoyed. It caught on one of them though. A guy who seemed a bit older than the rest of these just out of high school kids. But maybe that was just because of the scruff.

He was wearing a t-shirt with some record label on it that you'd never heard of. Probably his own or that of one of his parents. His whole demeanor as well as his clothes and expensive looking sunglasses spoke of money. Even his many tattoos did. They were done well, the kind you had to pay good money for in a nice, clean and sanitary studio.

He was leaning on the boat, palms flat against the white plastic, watching his peers with a small frown. That was what had stopped your traveling gaze, you realized now. That frown seemed very out of place in this sea of smiling and laughing boys.

One of the guys he was with was loudly complaining about were this country was heading with all these foreigners. The beer in his cup was slushing out and about as he talked animatedly.

"So what you're saying is, you'd prefer it if all the 'foreigners' left the country?", the guy with the frown asked. His accent was obviously British. A "foreigner" himself then.

The other guy gave a bright smile. "Exactly!"

The Brit stood up, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

"Right, well, it was nice meeting you then."

Other guy laughed. "I don't mean you, of course. Britain and America are like brothers. You're my frat brother, man."

"Oh, I know you weren't talking about me, I wasn't either. I was talking about you."

The other guy stared, smile gone, jaw nearly on the floor. "Me? I'm no foreigner!"

"No? And here I thought your father was a byproduct of your grandfather's affair with the Mexican nanny, was he not?"

There was no spite in the Brit's voice, just honest curiosity. That made it burn so much more.

"Oooooh.", made the rest of the guys.

"That's not… I didn't mean… ugh!", the other guy threw up his hands and stalked away.

The Brit shrugged. "Not sure what his problem is!"

Then he winked at the other guys and looked around… and caught you staring.

You couldn't help the grin spreading across your lips. For a second he seemed surprised, then he returned the smile.

Before anything could happen, someone jumped in front of you, catching all your attention.

"What up, girlie? Are you enjoying yourself?", your roomie asked, obviously drunk.

"Not really.", you admitted.

She sighed. "Well, duh! You need to go find someone to make out with."

She shooed you off. You just rolled your eyes and trotted away. Just to be stopped by another body, planting themselves in your path.

"Hello beautiful!", the guy said with a huge grin, "Heard you were looking for someone to make out with. Well, don't mind if I do."

He leaned in, grabbing your hips.

"Hey, no!", you told him, putting a hand against his chest and slightly pushing him away.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that."

One of his hands left your hip to pull your hand aside. He was close, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I said," you snarled through your teeth, bracing yourself, "Get. Off. Me."

And with that your knee shot up and struck gold.

The guy toppled over with a very unmanly squeal.

"Tough luck, buddy. Guess it's just not your night.", someone said from behind him.

You looked up to find the Brit standing there. His right hand was balled into a fist and you were certain he had been ready to come to your aid. Only you didn't need a knight in shining armor, thank you very much.

Only when you looked back at the guy now thriving on the ground, did you realize that it was the foreigners-hating-guy. Yup, definitely not his night.

"Friend of yours?", you asked.

"Frat brother.", he replied, making it sound like an insult.

"How unfortunate for you."

"Tell me about it."

And there it was again, the involuntary smile. What the hell?

"I'm Harry, by the way."

"Y/N.", you replied, shaking his hand.

"So Y/N, how rude would it be of me to ask you to have a drink with me to apologize for my gender?"

You leaned your head from side to side, seemingly weighing your options.

"Eh. Not rude enough that I would decline."

He grinned. Woah.

You stepped over his frat brother, not sparing him another look and walked past Harry deeper into the party.

There was a bar somewhere in there. Also more people and louder music. You clenched your fists and concentrated on breathing.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned, face stern. Harry gave you a slightly worried look. He nodded to something beside you. You followed his gaze. There was a stairway leading into the boat’s belly. You frowned at him. He leaned in. He smelled like peppermint and Tom Ford.

“Why don’t you go downstairs, where it’s quieter and less crowded, and I’ll get us something to drink.”

You gaped for a moment, then nodded.

“Nothing too strong.”, you gave back before he disappeared into the crowd.

You climbed the stairs and where grateful as the noise of music and people subsided. One floor down there was a long hallway with closed doors to the left and right. You decided to go exploring.

Behind the first three doors you found couples in various incriminating positions. Whoops.

Door 4 led into what looked like a mini-cinema, with two rows of red velvet cushioned chairs and a white screen on the wall that you knew was currently holding back the ocean.

“Cool.”, a voice came from behind you, making you jump about a foot into the air.

Harry chuckled. “Sorry, bloody carpet muffling all sounds.”

You glared at him. “You could have coughed on the way down here or something.”

He winked. Yeah, that’s what you’d thought.

“So, we going in or what?”, he questioned.

You looked around. “Are we allowed?”

He shrugged and moved past you into the room. Leaning against one of the seats he held out a red cup. With a sigh you walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You took the cup and a sip. Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“This is delicious. What is it?”

A smirk. Possibly hotter than the smile… you couldn’t decide.

“My own concoction.”

You frowned, checking the bracelet on your wrist. It stayed clear.

Harry laughed. “Not like that. I’m not trying to knock you out.”

You shrugged, moving over to the next aisle and flipped down in one of the seats.

“Can’t be too careful.”

“True.”, Harry turned, now leaning his hip against the seat, “So, what’s your story? What brings someone with social anxiety to a party like this?”

You only stumbled a second over the fact that he knew you had social anxiety, before replying: “My roommate. It’s hard saying no to her… at least for me.”

He nodded. “I know the feeling.”

“Your frat brothers?”, you asked, genuinely curious.

„One of them, yes.“

„What’s so special about him?“

„He’s my best friend.“

So simple, but so understandable.

„This whole frat thing just doesn’t seem like your crowd at all.“

Harry sighed. „It’s not, but it’s his and I need to watch out for him. I promised.“

You felt there was more to the story, but you didn’t press it.

„So you decided to pick out the socially anxious girl, so you could get away from the idiots?“

You grinned, though only half-joking. You had wondered why a guy like him would be interested in someone like you.

But Harry shook his head. “Not at all. I saw a woman who could take care of herself. Strong, independent, smart. Pretty attractive qualities… and it helps that you’re hot.”

He winked again. Your stomach flipped a little.

You nodded slowly, then emptied your cup in one swig. Slowly you got up and moved over to him.

‘Find someone to make out with.’, your roomie had told you. Well, you DID say you couldn’t say no to her. And you had never been this excited about it.

He turned again, his ass now leaning against the seat. He watched you with bright, curious, green eyes.

“Hey.”, you said, standing right in front of him, inches apart.

“Hi.”, he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. He gripped his cup a little tighter.

“You’re pretty hot yourself, you know that?”

He smiled deeply. “Thank you.”

You stretched out a shaking hand. The tips of your index and middle finger lightly touched his temple and slowly traced down the side of his face. He took a shaky breath, eyes burning into yours. His hands were still gripping his cup. The air was electric.

As you reached the point where his jaw became his chin, you turned your hand a little and lay your thumb gently against his pink lips.

His eyes were wide. Pleased, but surprised.

You couldn’t blame him. You had no idea where this was coming from… but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Your thumb traced the outline of his lips. Then you pressed your palm against his cheek and leaned in. Your lips ghosted over the very prominent line of his pulse up his neck.

Harry gasped. The sound of crumbling plastic made you aware of the fact that he had just crushed his cup. His hands clasped it hard still.

“Y/N…”, he breathed.

His name fell like a prayer from his lips. It was intoxicating.

Your lips found his earlobe and seconds later so did your teeth. Your tongue stroked the soft skin a bit as you nibbled on it.

Then you whispered: “Touch me, Harry.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Immediately his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer.

You were standing between his legs now. And he just held on for dear life.

Your lips moved across his jaw and then hovered, quarters of inches from his lips. You were breathing the same air. You just looked at him and he stared back. Tension was building.

You had always enjoyed the moment before the kiss almost more than the actual kiss. The tension made your stomach twist in that delightful way. But it was just getting too much to take.

Still, Harry waited. Any other guy would have already been all over her. But here he was: patient, respectful and oh so gorgeous.

Your lips closed over his in the softest kiss ever. You moved slowly together as Harry’s hand went up into your hair. Your tongue teased his lower lip and he parted easily, meeting you halfway.

Your arms were around his neck and you pressed close to him, impossibly close.

You didn’t understand the feelings rushing through you for this guy you barely knew, but you were certain of one thing: For the first time the kiss was SO much better than the build up.

Your fingers tangled in his hair. You tasted the peppermint you had smelled before.

You couldn’t recall when his cap had dropped, but his brown wavy hair was free now. All yours to play with.

Your head was starting to swim and you knew you needed oxygen, but you weren’t quite ready to let go yet.

Just before blacking out, you broke away, gasping for air. Harry did the same.

You stared at each other in wonderment.

“Woah!”, he made.

“Ya.”, you agreed.

You stroked the side of his neck, while you just looked at each other.

“That was the best kiss I’ve EVER had.”, he finally exclaimed after calming his breathing a little.

“Same.” You nodded.

“So… should we continue or will that ruin it?”

“Probably the latter.”, you mused.

He nodded slowly.

You bit your lip. Then patted his shoulder and stepped back.

“Ok then. This was great. Maybe we’ll see each other at school.”

He nodded again, still dazed.

“K.”

You turned around and left the room.

As you slowly walked up the stairs, still wondering what the hell had just happened, the boat shook a little and someone upstairs was yelling something like ‘Land ho!’.

You figured this meant you had docked again.

Thank God.

You didn’t wait for your roommate or anyone else, you dashed off the boat and grabbed a cab home.

Your head was still spinning, when you lay down in your bed and you were certain it wasn’t the alcohol.

It HAD been the perfect kiss. Just that. One kiss. Perfect. No responsibilities. Just one perfect kiss.

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Gosh, you really hoped you would meet Harry again.