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Review: Elf (2003)

Elf (2003)

Rated PG for some mild rude humor and language

Score: 3 out of 5

Elf is the kind of Christmas movie that you'd think was made in 1983 or even 1963, not 2003. It's a straightforward throwback to the Rankin/Bass Christmas specials of the '60s and '70s, with a plot largely devoid of crude humor... starring Will Ferrell at a time when he and the rest of the "Frat Pack" of gleefully lowbrow comedy stars and writers were pushing boundaries with a new breed of decidedly grown-up sex comedies. Director Jon Favreau consciously toned down the original PG-13 script into something a lot more lighthearted and family-friendly once he got on board, at times to a fault (and to Ferrell's frustration on set), but it ultimately worked out in the end to produce a film that a lot of people of my generation regard as a comedy classic and one of their favorite unironic holiday movies (i.e. not something like Die Hard or Bad Santa, the latter of which came out the same year as this). As someone who missed the film when it first came out and only saw it recently, I don't quite have the same attachment to it, but I definitely see where the affection comes from. There's barely much of a plot, but what it has is ultimately enough, the film being largely the kind of "sketch movie" that's about dropping unusual characters into funny situations and seeing how they react. I had a very nice time watching it, thanks to both Ferrell's performance as the titular elf and an old-fashioned sense of humor that's not afraid of getting cornball and doesn't try to pretend it's anything other than what it is, and while it did feel kind of insubstantial, it's still a film I'd happily recommend around the holiday season.

Our protagonist Buddy is a human who, as an infant, accidentally snuck into Santa Claus' sack when Santa visited his orphanage on the night of Christmas Eve. Growing up at the North Pole, he's always known he was different from the other elves: he's much bigger, for one, and he aged into an adult far faster. One day, he finally learns the truth about his ancestry and realizes why all the other elves made fun of him, which marks the beginning of a journey to New York City to find the birth father who abandoned him, Walter Hobbs, now an executive at a children's book publisher and, by all appearances, a right jerk who values money over his family and even the quality of his company's books.

If you've ever seen a heartwarming holiday special, then you don't need me to tell you where this movie's going from there, and this movie knows it. It devotes fairly little time to its story, instead concerning itself with its jokes and its comic routines, most of which revolve around Buddy, played by Ferrell as essentially a young boy in the body of a grown man, interacting with the modern world and causing chaos wherever he goes. He's not completely helpless, shown to be a surprisingly gifted handyman thanks to his experience in Santa's workshop (where do you think all the toys under your tree as a kid came from? Your parents? China?), but he's otherwise a less shouty, more family-friendly take on the archetypal Ferrell manchild character, with the emphasis here placed on the "child" thanks to him having been raised in a candy-cane, primary-colored version of the North Pole straight out of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (complete with a cameo by Ray Harryhausen voicing a stop-motion polar bear). And honestly, Ferrell was perfect in the role. There's a reason this kind of character has been his type as a comic actor, and that's because he brings exactly the kind of energy that a movie like this needs. There's just something inherently funny about a grown man dressed as a Christmas elf, but Ferrell doesn't just rest on the premise here, he gives it his all and always makes me smile.

The cast here is large and sprawling, and some of them get more to grab onto than others. James Caan as Walter is the closest thing a movie this wholesome has to an antagonistic force, and while his arc of realizing that there's more to life than getting ahead in the cutthroat corporate world is predictable, he otherwise sells it admirably. The first act at the North Pole is filled with memorable presences like Ed Asner as a Santa straight out of an old Coca-Cola commercial and Bob Newhart as Buddy's adoptive elf father, as well as great set design that makes for a very sharp contrast to the rest of the film spent in the Big Apple. Peter Dinklage only has one scene as a full-of-himself children's author, but the moment he steps foot on screen, you can figure out immediately what the casting directors of Game of Thrones saw in him. Unfortunately, I thought that Zooey Deschanel got short shrift as the cynical department store clerk Jovie, feeling as though a lot of her character arc was left on the cutting room floor. She gets a lot of focus in a few particular scenes and sells them very well, especially when it comes to her singing voice, but she's otherwise absent for such long stretches that I was at times surprised when the film remembered that she existed. (It was amusing, however, seeing her play the grouch who doesn't believe in Christmas and has Ferrell's manic pixie dream guy inject some excitement into her life given how she'd later be typecast. Especially since she's blonde in this film, without what would become her signature bangs.)

This was a symptom of the film's biggest fault, the manner in which the plot jumps all over the place, from Buddy's relationship with his father Walter to his romance with Jovie to Walter's problems at work and home to a sudden third-act turn into Buddy having to literally save Christmas. It's very scattershot, and while I was often amused, I wouldn't say I was particularly hooked by the film's story, threadbare as it was. At times, I wonder if Ferrell might have had a point in wanting this to be a somewhat darker movie than what we ultimately got, one that spent more time with its characters and gave them room to breathe between all the jokes. The 2000s were a time when comedies weren't afraid to slow down, and when Pixar was in its golden age of animated family comedies that nevertheless threw a lot of kids my age for a loop. I think a version of this movie that's ten to fifteen minutes longer, mostly devoted to character beats and interactions, might have left more of an impact on me.

The Bottom Line

At the end of the day, though, Elf is still a very funny movie with Will Ferrell doing what he does best, one that I don't think would've endured as it has if it hadn't been as lightweight as it is. Overall, I had a very good time watching it, and whenever I have kids, I guarantee this one's gonna be in rotation every December.

#elf #2003 #2003 movies #comedy #comedy movies #holiday movies #christmas movies #jon favreau #will ferrell #zooey deschanel #james caan #mary steenburgen #ed asner #bob newhart #peter dinklage #amy sedaris #andy richter #artie lange #michael lerner

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mel0000 · 2 years ago

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My top BL-Series Of 2022

Hello my fellow Bl-fans. The girls/ gays and theys obviously won this year, so let’s look back on our blessings 😃

I’m not spoiling anything or I’m trying not to, let’s go 🚶🏻‍♀️

1. KinnPorsche

This doesn‘t come surprising, does it? I remember how I lived week to week back then and the mafia topic was still kind of new and oh so exciting. Enough sexyness, earnestness and humour gave this series a well rounded outcome. There were still holes in the plot here and there but where weren‘t any this year? Let‘s move on. (Waiting for season 2)

2. Semantic Error

My god, these two held me by my throat in the beginning of this year, you couldn‘t help but immediately fall in love with them. It was a successful series and I hope Jaechan and Seoham will do another project in the future, but I don’t think so as of now.

3. Young Royals 2

Another Wilmon gold piece produced, which plot went smooth and showed progress over the episodes. It’s still very short for such an amazing piece and I miss Wilmon almost all of the time, but I‘ll gladly wait for season 3.

4. The Eclipse

The portraying of strong queers went WILD with this one. How Akk got weak in the knees because of Ayan had me gushing over them every week. The plot is lacking a little tho since some points weren’t finished/ worked on properly and Thua..no, just no. Neo looked so dann handsome in his role though and did such a good job with Louis!

5. Between Us

It‘s not finished yet and the plot seems to move too slow atm, but boy, Win is the consent king of this year and is doing the work for every bl character this year that couldn’t do the bare minimum. *COUGH*LITA*COUGH*

We also got a P‘Deeaan~ and the UWMA throwback is nice and so well done from this perspective.

6. Cutie Pie

Nunew and Zee feeding the sub bottom/ dom top fetish/ height difference fetish well 😂 I didn’t like the bff side couple that much and sometimes the corny plot was too much, but the acting was well done.

7. My School President

I can’t believe either that this is in my list already BUT IT IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS THAT COME CLOSE TO THE THINGS I FELT WHILE WATCHING BAD BUDDY. It is super cute now, not like you think at the beginning and I can’t wait for a new episode. The fandom posts here on Tumblr are also 😘👌🏻

8. Never Let Me Go

This one is also here already. Can’t say much except for the acting that has improved for both Pond and especially Phuwin, my little guy grew up.

9. Blueming

One of the best k-bls this year, hands down. Story, aesthetics, just everything.

10. 180 Degrees Longitude Passes Through Us

"You ask me what I‘m thinking about, I tell you that I’m thinking about whatever you’re thinking about“ it’s DADDY ISSUES, everyone! We all needed a series like this. It was slow-paced and kind of clickbait, but the aesthetic shots made up for that. Nothing made up for the one of a hell annoying mother tho. I also didn’t know any of the actors before even though they seem quite famous.

Very honorable mentions:

Plus And Minus (best Taiwanese bl, still not over the cameo)

Star In My Mind (the Joong-flavour)

My Only 12% (good worked out plot, good acting, angsty season)

Enchanté (the end omg 🤦🏻‍♀️, Force is one handsome dude)

Old Fashion Cupcake & Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice (best of Japan this year)

My Secret Love (preferred the second couple)

Cherry Magic The Movie (😍 I missed them and WEDDIIIIING)

Big Dragon (…they could improve the plot for season 2)

Love Mechanics (the kinda non-con at the end turned me off and it wasn’t my favourite story to begin with)

Eternal Yesterday (I should‘ve watched the trailer, I didn’t expect THAT 😂 but it was still good)

To My Star 2 (at first I thought we didn’t need the angst, but we kind of did)

Vice Versa (good story, mediocre acting, not my favorite couple except for the lesbians 😏)

Cupid’s Last Wish (…we didn’t need that, but EarthMix we did)

Kissable lips (I’m happy that the actors still work together, but it was mediocre)

About Youth (can’t remember anything, but it was good 😶)

My Tooth Your Love (cute and the couples slayed)

Magic Of Zero (🥹 EarthMix and MilkLove)

Secret Crush On You (super corny and mediocre acting, but the topics they handled and how they handled them!! Rare occasion)

The Tuxedo (pretty actors and an okay plot)

The Miracle Of Teddy Bear (not my cup of tea, but I’m happy it was kinda famous in Thailand)

Not so honorable mentions:

Minato’s Laundromat (did turn me off and also non-con)

A Man Who Defies The World Of BL 2 (it was probably decent, but I can’t remember one second of it 😫, I’m getting old)

Ocean Likes Me (cute and HOLLAND💓💓💓💓💗 but we didn’t need that)

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (the non-con destroyed it)

Our Days (I don’t know what the person ate that made the plot go this way)

Check Out (we all know why this is here, I can watch porn instead, thanks)

Close Friend 2 (oh we didn’t need that as well)

Love In The Air (kinda non-con and Mame can’t live without rape in a plot, sorry not sorry)

Oh!My Sunshine Night ( I started this series and stopped after two episodes since it was boring, sorry OhmFluke)

War Of Y (started off good, but went downhill pretty fast. Been skipping the last few weeks through the episodes)

Love Victor 3 (not sure where to put this honestly. I loved 1&2, but this was a back and forth, which is normal for teenagers, but I think this wasn’t it for me)

Mr. Cinderella (finally a Vietnamese bl, but not my cup of tea)

Heartstopper (kinda overhyped, plot didn’t get me, boring 😶)

Note at the end: Look how far we’ve come! It’s sad bl’s with lots of sex scenes get the most attention, I recommend everyone to just watch porn if you’re thinking a series/ movie is bad/ not enough because there is not enough bed sports displayed. If you’re an adult, you must know there are relationships that aren’t only in for the sex. (Since I’ve seen enough people saying you’re not a couple when you’re not having sex, BULLSHIT YOU F***ING CHILDREN)

Thanks for coming to my rant. Let’s hope for a better 2023!

#kinnporsche #semantic error #the eclipse #young royals #between us #cutie pie #my school president #never let me go #blueming #180degreelongitudepassesthroughus #thai bl

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ao3feed-badbuddy · 5 months ago

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I Came All This Way To Find You At My Doorstep

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TvGj4wY by redweasleygirl77 Pat is an astronaut from Earth who was sent hurtling through a wormhole. He ended up in an unknown system, quickly having to learn and adapt to life aboard Moya and her ragtag crew. He has always dreamt of a beautiful dimpled boy, only knowing that this imaginary friend is called Pran. After arriving on planet Siridechawat, he is soon caught up in royal intrigue and planet-sized problems of national fertility issues, political instability and the confusing signals of the cold Prince Parakul. The Farscape x Bad Buddy crossover that no one has ever theorised let alone asked for. This fic borrows heavily from a particular set of episodes of Farscape [and before you think I am revealing my age here, please note that I watched Farscape for the first time as a 'throwback' in the 2010's... ;)]. Words: 1296, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน | Bad Buddy: the Series (TV), Farscape Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Pat Napat Jindapat, Pran Parakul Siridechawat, Korn (Bad Buddy: the Series), Wai (Bad Buddy: the Series), Pa Jindapat, Ink (Bad Buddy: the Series), Mo (Bad Buddy: the Series), Dissaya (Bad Buddy: the Series), Ming Jindapat Relationships: Pat Napat Jindapat/Pran Parakul Siridechawat Additional Tags: Bad Buddy x Farscape Crossover, Romance, abo kinda, Royalty, Soulmates, Mpreg, Fertility Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TvGj4wY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #badbuddy #bad buddy #bad buddy the series

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l0svers · 2 years ago

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watching that 90’s show *ੈ✩‧₊˚

episode 01

love that they kept the silly transitions ah!

also the writing is so good — it stays so true to the original

i love kitty & red so funny

THE KELSO KID AH!

screamed when michael and jackie showed up

i want a summer like this anyways

so hyped to keep watching

episode 02

not much happened lol

love that sherri is becoming friends with kitty

FEZ!

episode 03

the commercial !!

not them going to the mall to get leia her first kiss

they had no right giving jay that much rizz for that car scene with leia — also since when was he so smart

red & his massage chair lmao

episode 04

RAVEEEE

love all the references and repeated situations from the original show

why did they do leia dirty with her hair

also their rave outfits are kinda rough — love the purple skirt overalls tho

the friends reference feels outta pocket like we’re ross & rachel even together by that point of the show being on air?

episode 05

the ✨internet✨

ew creepy hot tub lady

red being scared about the computer haha

the sex phone call lmao

“the internet is just two demons yelling at each other”

i knew hot tub girl was gonna be an issue

episode 06

i LOVE gwen’s fit

SHE WAS 14?!?! WHAT

please i thought they were at least 15

“you’ve got twice the balls, act like it” — CRYING

the who 90210 but point place version is so funny

bob singing karaoke lol

THE CAR HE GAVE HER THE CAR!!

THEY KISSED!!

THE COPS!!

episode 07

criminal mastermind without the mind a kelso lol

tattoos, babies and DUI’s the unholy trinity — CRYING SHERRI IS SO RIGHT

OH NO KITTY GOT A TATTOO

it’s a cat haha

red teaching sherri to ride a bike

episode 08

red is SPEED

ski jump arms haha

NOT THE CROTCH GRAB LMAO

the moose

episode 09

not school starting soon :,(

uh oh bf vs bff time fight

“those kids are idiots”

“i like you” haha

training montage love

kitty wanting to be the school nurse so cute

her nurse nightmare woof

uh oh couple lost in the woods ft leo

love how they snuck into the country club iconic

leia giving nate water haha

not gwen being snappy — but we love the heart to heart between nate & leia

KITTY GOT THE JOB!!

awww good friendship hug thank god

kinda loving all of jay’s stupid graphic tees — like this green one with the wolves

oh no not a serious relationship talk jay, i knew it was inevitable but ahh

episode 10

OMG THE KELSO BURN IS BACK

them dancing so cute! love!

oh nate… buddy your timing so bad

uh oh the breakup talk

OH CHEEZE WIZZ IN THE PANTS

i can’t take jay seriously with all the cheese wizz on his shirt

the phone in the pot haha

not the chili’s lol

leia turning into red lol “dumbasses”

donna figuring out about the boyfriend being a kelso and about him in general

fez’s tiny pants lmao

“i have a tv in my bathroom BITCH” crying

oh fenton

THEY ALMOST KISSED :O

WHATTTT

my literal reaction was: they are not about to kiss right now right? WRONG Z

love the throwback circle

awww they’re signing the water tower!

“well i made that birch my bitch” thank you fenton for being iconic

THE AWKWARD

THEN JAY SHOWS UP

ahhhhhh

she’s gone *sobbing*

aw so glad it showed the film

other notes

i could not for the life of me tell why jay looked so familiar — then it dawned on me (no pun intended) that he was in nicky ricky dicky and dawn haha

overall i really like the show i think it’s fun and a great tribute to the original but the pacing was a little weird especially towards the beginning/middle it felt like it reached a good pace towards the end — part of this is def the episode limit but yeah

intrigued to see how next season goes

the whole nate thing is kinda random — like i understand them having the same outlook or whatever but they barely interacted throughout the season

honestly that is one of my complaints is that there were so many characters that i didn’t get attached to a whole lot of them or know much about them by the end

#kcwatches #that 90s show #tv #that 90’s show

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naggingatlas · 2 years ago

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idk if anyone will see this but MY ULTIMATE GUIDE TO SPARK is:

⭐⭐🎪⭐⭐ ROUND ONE

stej 1 longplay (there r level by level and seamless ones) / playing the game but don't feel bad if you need to quit on the last levels the difficulty spike is. eh. there's also a quality of life mod for it in the works! it's called recharged :) <- u can download it already

u can also switch the controls by pressing ctrl+y

also available in stream flavor if u need someone to ramble over a game: a merry gentleman who really enjoys the soundtrack and does NOT understand the sacred value of knight hat, and this depressed fox-thing who keeps buzzing his ass on everything (a two-parter) 1️⃣1️⃣1️⃣ and 2️⃣2️⃣2️⃣. we're not jermaing here unfortunately, so i prefer longplay commentary w friends and just. pausing when u can't read as fast. guaranteed to have that overhaul thingy tho.

fark's story!!! yes it's non canon but!!!! eughuehuhgh!!!!!

it's the hardmode of this game so if you're not into that it might not be super accessible, but is an interesting look into the character of fark felipe had been working with at the time and how the community saw him. as fark appreciator #1 - is required reading.

if youre not ENAMORED! with the footage being mostly just "stej1 levels but w FAAAAARK", you can just press forward until something catches your eye, the levels r the same rly. it's really quiet. it's the one where the robot gets the nightmares.

prolly the sluggiest part of ur journey tho

also available in both commentary and shutthefuckup flavors.

fark moves in w spark in it btw. ⭐

⭐⭐🤖⭐⭐ ROUND TWO

for stej 2 it's either cutscenes + playing the levels yourself in 3 - their reworks were added as a free dlc - or just watching a full longplay.

not worth the time and brain cell cringe investment at the familiarization stage. but if you go into it with the full knowledge that it's going to be GOOFY, the cutscenes do their job - i laugh my ass off at the 3 microframes of armstrong being carried away by ej at the start of it. get a beer n some chips dude.

tho imo? auntie yasha opinion? just do the cutscenes and then, after you're done with everything, play the levels in 3's rendition as like a throwback. you'll love it much more this way i think. honestly that's the whole deal w 2, it's a shitty itchy sweater made by yo ma when she was just learning to knit but you wear it to keep the memory of that time alive yknow. gotta give her credit for starting somewhere.

if you do play it the floppy discs contain concept art n stuff but u can find that online obv

⭐⭐🍔⭐⭐ FINAL LOOP

stej 3 you just buy it you play that shit that's it. ok or watch a longplay (this one has timestamps just don't. like. accidentally take a peek at the later timestamps ok you got me buddy you hear me. ok. thanks). but yea.

if u got a pc just buy the game oh my god buy this game play it i've written and screamed and chewed a hole in my red skull chewtoy over this game so many times me n my niece could open a university course on it.

play it however u want (only advice is try to get as many completion (not exploration!) medals in the levels as u can. or don't if ur hardcore like that.) just one rule - normal platforming difficulty and no spoilers absolutely none.

btw don't worry abt the gamepad thing felipe jumpscares you with at the start i honestly prefer keyboard n mouse in it <- filthy tf2 player who has the medicmain strafing spasms so ingrained in her hands she did them mid air for the first 3 hours.

and that's pretty much it! you're free to roam afterwards. join the official discord server, read up on the wiki, watch lakefeperd's (that's felipe! that's the mom!) dev streams (Goofy. the story beats r so off in the final material every time i love this guy. leather jacket indoors in the brazilian heat. ah), check the twitter n tumblr tags, watch speedruns, miserably try to recreate speedrun tech, do an endless dive stream with buds cheering you on, watch essays about out of bounds in games and cry, you'll figure it out. and then after you have 50 hours in 1 and 3 and are starved and emaciated you may go play stej2. maybe.

tl;dr ⭐🍔🤖🎪

stej 1 longplay/play the game. ||| level by level playlist / seamless playthrough / stream 1 / stream 2 part uno + part dos /// quality of life mod

buy stej 3

stej 2 cutscenes + play the ported levels in 3. if step two skipped - full playthrough. ||| cutscenes / longplay

play stej 3 with no spoilers whatsoever. if not possible - longplay and don't you dare move your cursor or fat sleazy finger ahead of where you currently are. ||| longplay

🌽 also if u just wanna try the games out and are stingy w your money i can always provide a torrent link via dms. that's how i got familiar with them and then decided to support the author :]

as always, best enjoyed in the company of mocking friends

and thank you @starfall-isle for inviting so many people into this cozy, dark, but ventilated hole . godspeed.

do you have any recommendations on where to start with Spark the Electric Jester? is it worth starting from the very beginning, or can you jump in at the newest game and still get the full experience? thanks! (I have an undying need to get into this fandom now and it's your fault)

I would personally recommend starting with the first game yeah! It’s much less plotline driven, but it’s a very good introduction to the characters and tone of the series. +it is so fun and has a stellar soundtrack. It’s a little difficult to find many longplays for the first game though, most of the ones I found were before the game had a big overhaul and dialogue update and a lot of the time people jumped through the text boxes too fast for me to keep up with lol. (If u have a computer all the games are on steam! 1st is pretty cheap.) The second game also acts a bit like a prelude to the 3rd so i would also recommend that one, but tonally it feels a bit different to the other two which is partially why I think the first is a good starting point! Hope you enjoy them ^^

#schizo stejheads stay together die of cringe together amen

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thelikesofus · 2 years ago

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Throwback Thursday

I was tagged by the glorious, amazing and phenomenal @imsupposedtobewritting

Rules: dive into your old archives and post a snippet of something you wanna share, make sure to link the fic too!

I haven't been writing for the 9-1-1 fandom for very long so I don't have that many works to go back to so I thought I'd just share a little bit if my first ever Buddie fic because I was so proud of it and it was the first time I had tried writing for these characters I love so much. It was also the first prompt I crossed of my Bad Things Happen Bingo card for the prompt Shaking & Shivering.

I was fixated on the potential aftermath of the well collasp and just needed to write the moments that followed between Buck and Eddie:

Tie A String From Me To You (And Please Don't Cut It)

Tumblr Link | AO3 Link (946 Words)

Buck opens his mouth to say something but his voice seems to catch in his throat. Eddie waits patiently as Buck clears his throat, watches the way his Adam's apple bobs at the action, and takes in the furrow between his brow.

"I thought I'd lost you," Is what he eventually says. Buck's voice is barely above a whisper and is thick with such a complicated mixture of emotions Eddie can't even begin to decipher it right now. "I thought- I thought I'd lost you and I couldn't get to you. I tried to dig you out with my bare hands Eddie, I couldn't get to you!"

Eddie can hear the distress building in Buck's voice and it causes his heart to squeeze painfully. The mental image of Buck on his hands and knees in that mud trying to dig through fifty feet of silt and water with his hands leaves Eddie feeling hollow and rung out.

Tagging these beautiful peps as always @clusterbuck @littlespoonevan @queerpanikkar @hattalove @gayravi @spotsandsocks @lilbuddie @bekkachaos @loveyourownsmiilee @rewritetheending @thosetwofirefighters

#meegs writes stuff #throwback thursday #buddie #buddie fic #bad things happen bingo #911 fox #eddie diaz #ao3 #evan buck buckley

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lurkingteapot · 2 months ago

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Throwback Tuesday: Bad Buddy Live Blog

I recently realised that I live-blogged a lot of the episodes to myself back in the day, so I figured it'd be fun to have them up on tumblr now, like I added them the day they aired, for posterity.

Bad Buddy ep 2, Watched: 2021-11-05

Man I love that they add subs from the get-go

The rise-and-shine montage

Man I wish my dorm back when had looked like this

I'm afraid in this I'm the engineer

not a morning person at all

thank you, Chang

adfasfadsf wow you're whipped

adfasfasf

grosssssss

oh god, these children

adfasdfadsf Paa best girl

YAY FOR NON-HOMOPHOBIC FRIENDS

architecture studends >>>>> engineering students

Chang can stay though

ok I take it back, leave poor Wai alone gdi

yiiiikes Pat's dad …

oh no, they're hitting my EXACT otp buttons

they were ~friends

and now!!!

aaah

what is this Romeo and Juliet shit

oh kids

AFASDFADSFAS

Pran

I thought you were the mature one

the FUCK

ahahahahahahahaha

oh NO

adsfadsfadsfas poor kid

but hey these two

yes

this will work

#bad buddy ep 2 #bad buddy #bad buddy series #bbs #คพคพ #bad buddy first watch throwback #my nonsense #look I REALISE some of these aged badly but it's about my honest first impression-- right?

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airenyah · 2 years ago

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throwback to the very first time i watched ep 8 of bad buddy and inkpa were on their hotpot date and then pa cleaned ink's eye and then That music started playing and i was just sitting there with my jaw on the ground as it dawned on me that they were actually going there

#i couldn't believe my eyes #like. that was THE moment i was 1000000% sure inkpa would be canon endgame #one of the best moments of my life #god ep 8 is just really good in general it's one of my top fave bbs eps #(i say about 90% of the show lmaoooo)#bbs #bbs ep8 #airenyah plappert #adrm #i just remembered bc i'm rewatching ep 8 now to celebrate its 1 year anniversary #inkpa

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letterboxd · 3 years ago

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Poker Face.

Tiffany Haddish tells Gemma Gracewood about taking a holiday from comedy in Paul Schrader’s The Card Counter, her hotel comfort viewing, and why Oscar Isaac thinks of her as Jesus.

“When I say yes to a movie, that’s a hundred to two hundred people that get to work and I want them to be happy about working.” —Tiffany Haddish

Comedians taking on dramatic roles is not an innovation in cinema, but it’s which comedian, in which role, that makes a casting choice a talking point. Melissa McCarthy in Can You Ever Forgive Me? Mo’Nique in Precious. Peter Sellers in Being There. Robin Williams in everything.

In The Card Counter, Paul Schrader’s meditative slow-burn on American shame, part of the tension as a viewer lies in what we already appreciate about Tiffany Haddish as a performer. She is an unbridled crack-up, a live wire on screen and off, a former foster kid committed to busting unsustainable Hollywood beauty myths by wearing the same dress throughout an awards season. Her physical comedy is electric, even when it’s a simple raise of an eyebrow.

The wildest thing about La Linda—a gamblers’ agent working the mid-level casino circuit, who spies, in Oscar Isaac’s William (Bill) Tell, a potential new thoroughbred for her stable of card counters—is the way her drinks order changes from hotel bar to hotel bar. “I came in there with my comedy ways and it sucked,” Haddish laughs, disarmingly honest about her leap from the hi-jinks her fans know her for, to her dramatic role in Schrader's new film. “Paul was hard on me at first,” she recalls. “He had to reel me in, make adjustments, strip all this stuff off, all my tools, leave me with these instruments I barely ever use.”

Oscar Isaac and Tiffany Haddish in a scene from ‘The Card Counter’.

There’s an enduring myth that drama is tougher to pull off than comedy, something Haddish’s friend Morris Chestnut corrected her on a few years back. “He’s like, ‘No, what you do, that’s hard work. You are actually overworking yourself, doing these comedies.’ And I’m like, ‘He don’t know what he’s talking about.’ Then I actually did a drama. And I was like, ‘Oh, that was so easy. Oh, that was beautiful.’ It’s way easier. It’s way easier.”

What La Linda doesn’t know, but any casual observer of Schrader’s work will, is that Isaac’s Bill has a past, and that his methodical attempts to keep his guilt in check through a supremely minimal lifestyle, perhaps even to allow himself a spark of pleasure—redemption, even—are about to come unwound.

Before that, though, there’s time for La Linda, Bill and Cirk (Tye Sheridan)—the son of one of Bill’s former, shall we say, colleagues—to become an odd little chosen-family unit as they travel the circuit. Bill and La Linda cook up a nice heat while killing time in cocktail lounges, and her casual business charisma is a charming offset to the deeper themes at play. Writing fresh from a Venice Film Festival viewing, Rahul notes “you keep expecting Haddish to break out of the understated style and that tension works.” Andy agrees: “Her simple outlook on life and lack of existentialism offer a nice contrast to Tell’s brooding sorrow. Plus, La Linda is just a great character name.”

Haddish understood the pull between Bill and La Linda, and La Linda’s desire to probe into his mysterious monotony, in a very specific way: “As a standup comedian, I work with a lot of men that—they’re very talented, they’re doing big things when they’re on stage—but then when they come off the stage you’re like, ‘Who are you? Why are you so dark? Who hurt you? What’s going on?’ I can relate to that in so many ways.”

Still, of all the dramatic writer-directors to work with in America, why Schrader? What was it about his specific brand of lonely-white-man stories that appealed? “Cat People. It’s my jam,” declares Haddish, of Schrader’s 1982 erotic horror reimagining of the 1942 classic (and one of his few films with a female lead, played by Natassja Kinski). “I love that movie. It had some weird, twisted shit in it.” She has been campaigning Schrader to mount a sequel, so that she can have a crack at playing a sexy, predatory jungle cat. “I try to bring it up to him all the time. And he’s like, ‘Tiffany, we’re not doing it. No.’”

Natassja Kinski in Paul Schrader’s 1982 remake of ‘Cat People’.

Haddish imagines that Cat People would certainly be on La Linda’s list of hotel-room comfort watches, along with Shaft and Goodfellas. Haddish, on the other hand, prefers to kick back with series television when she is on the road. “I watch old sitcoms like Martin or, like, The Facts of Life. I love a good cartoon, especially the throwback ones on Boomerang. I really like the old school, like ThunderCats. That’s a good wind down for me.”

Filming days are long, making the minutes can be stressful, and Covid safety protocols add layers of complexity to the job. There are performers who are cast not only for what they bring to their roles, but also for the energy they bring to set. Haddish has an undeniable magnetism, so it is unsurprising to read her co-star Isaac, in The Card Counter’s production notes, describe her as being “like Jesus”, in that people would drop everything and follow her. She enjoys this comparison, revealing that she has always wanted to be an AD, the crew member with, traditionally, the greatest people skills. “I always wanted to be assistant director just so I can be like, ‘All right, picture’s up, guys.’ And just so I can know everybody and be cool with everybody.”

But as a performer with clout, what is her intention when she—Tiffany Haddish, famous actress™—walks onto a soundstage? Haddish’s answer is a generous primer on how to be a good sort on set (or, indeed, in any working environment). “When I say yes to a movie, that’s a hundred to two hundred people that get to work and I want them to be happy about working,” she explains. “I’m going to work with them again in something else, and I want to have a pleasant experience with the crew. The DP, the gaffers, all these people, we all work together as a unit, so I think it’s super important.”

Paul Schrader, Oscar Isaac and crew on the set of ‘The Card Counter’.

Certain crew members, she admits, “are imperative to making me look good”, but more than that, her approach is grounded in her own physical and emotional safety in an often volatile and unpredictable creative environment. “I see how some actors won’t talk to any crew members at all, and I feel like that’s not okay because these people are busting their ass to make you look great, and they are part of telling this story too. They might not be hanging off the side of the building like you are, but they are making sure that the camera’s operating correctly, so you don’t have to shoot it five hundred times.

“These people keep me alive. They keep me going and they can tell when I’m in a bad space. They’re like, ‘Here’s a Snickers.’ If I’m working with an actor who might be treating me not the best, they’re coming over, they’re giving encouraging words, ‘You’re going to be okay.’ We’re a team. I even talk to the editor. They’re like, ‘Picture’s up, sound’s rolling, and speed.’ And I’d be like [staring down the camera lens], ‘What’s up editor? Hey, it’s your girl Tiffany Haddish. Just a little note: I’m thinking about you. Now, if you could just make sure this lazy eye is this way… I know you’re in that room by yourself, but look out for your girl.” Sometimes, Haddish will even throw a bone to the studio executives. “I know they’re watching the dailies,” she laughs.

Her investment in the welfare of her film families is paying off in unexpected turns such as The Card Counter, with more to come. Up next, a trio of unusual comedies: Jerrod Carmichael’s existential buddy farce On the Count of Three, which was picked up by Annapurna out of Sundance this year; Cory Finley’s surrealistic sci-fi romp Landscape with Invisible Hand; and the intriguing Nicolas Cage vehicle, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent.

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your-highnessmarvel · 5 years ago

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Summary: You are invited to a party at Chris’s penthouse and while partying, you find a particularly interesting accessory behind a mantle piece over the foyer...

Warnings: smut, dom!chris, rough!chris, sub!reader

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The party had started rather smoothly. Drinks were being made and served in the kitchen. People were milling in and out, clustered in the living room and dining room, chatting, drinking. Some soft music (more like elevator music) was streaming from the sound system.

No one was actually partying.

Now you felt like an idiot. When you’d gotten invited by Chris, he’d made it sound like it would be a raging party with people hanging from the chandelier and a beer pong tournament. Maybe people making out in closets. Maybe someone doing body shots off of Tom’s belly button. Maybe Scarlet starting a dance off.

But none of this boring, hanging out, sitting stuff.

You stood by the kitchen, watching the living room with a bored expression. There was a cold drink in a red solo cup in your hand, pressed against your sternum. Chris was somewhere in the throng of people, but when you’d arrived, he’d been too busy greeting everyone to offer any company.

You knew Chris from your friend, the stunt director. You’d all met one night at your friend’s party, and you felt like this invitation was more of a pity invite than anything else. But here you were, watching your friend mingling with the rest, while you stood there.

But as the night wore off, and the boring people left, Mackie put on the sound system to the max and someone started playing throwbacks. The drink started to get to you, and you ended up dancing with Scarlet and Mackie and your friend, while Chris had finally started a beer pong match in the kitchen.

You twirled around with your friend, laughing, enjoying the night. Making friends with A-list celebrities wasn’t all that bad. They were fun when they weren’t being followed by paparazzi and journalists. They were clever and cunning and oh - was that Mackie starting a dance battle with Scarlet? Yes.

You laughed, leaning against the brick and stone fireplace because the laughter was beginning to make your stomach burn. When you turned to see if Chris was winning, you spotted something shiny behind the mantle piece on the fireplace. Your smile was replaced by a confused frown. Tilting your head, you reached behind and wrapped your fingers around something metal and cold. You pulled it out slowly.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.”

Almost all action ceased entirely. Only the music still blared, and after one second, Mackie turned it off.

“No fucking way, Chris,” Mackie said in disbelief.

Chris, midway from throwing a winning shot, was staring at you with his mouth parted, blue eyes wide. His chest heaved once, twice, three times.

You held between your index and thumb a pair of glittering handcuffs.

“Chris, buddy, I didn’t know you were like that,” Tom chuckled.

Your eyes went from face to face, but you were blushing because Chris was into bondage?

But then your moment of reflection over Chris Evans’s bedroom preferences was ruined when he came lunging after you. His run began as he threw away the ping pong ball, dashing across the kitchen. He jumped over the railing, landing smoothly on the living room floor.

You yelled. Your instincts told you that if a six foot tall, (close to) two hundred pounds of muscle came barreling towards you with murder in his eyes, you run.

You turned on your heels and dashed out of the living room, into the hallway. For a second, you hesitated between running around the living room and into the dining room, but everyone would be there to see you fall to Chris’s humiliation. So after a split second, you dashed down the hall, hearing Chris stumbling after you.

You let out a squeak and burst through a door, turning without contemplating the room and trying to close it.

A hand came onto the door, fingers inches from your eyes, and pushed. You tried to put up a fight, but like you said, almost two hundred pounds of muscle could not be competed with.

You let that option go, and dashed across the room, but just a few steps in and you stopped. It was a bedroom. It was a queen size bed with blue sheets and white sweaters spread all over it kind of room.

Fuck. This was Chris’s room.

He was behind you, heaving. You could hear him there, silently watching you asses the fact that you’d ran right into a dead end.

But what made you frown was the sound of the door closing and clicking shut.

“Oooooh kay,” you said nervously, putting your hands up and twirling on your heels with a smirk.

Chris stood there with a lifted brow. He wore a dark blue sweater and black trousers, hair pushed back behind his ears, and the way he stood there with his fists clenched, let you know just how mad he was that you found his handcuffs.

You cocked your head. “Look, whatever you’ve got going on here with these - uh - things, it ain’t my fault I found them.”

His lips turned upwards.

“Okay, look,” you tried again. “I found it because you left them there! And what the hell were they doing in your living room, Christopher? Like, leave them in here or something. Did you tie someone up against the fireplace? ‘Cause that’s wack. And if you’re going to use handcuffs to tie someone up, at least they should be in a bed.” You stopped. Oh, God, you were rambling.

Nervousness tightened in your chest when you realized Chris was just staring with a smirk.

“You sure know a lot about tying people up,” he said, eyeing the cuffs you were still holding.

You opened your mouth, frowned, then thought twice, closing your lips. You backed up a step, but he followed. “I’ll give them back,” you said. “Just be responsible.”

He shook his head.

“Or not, you know,” you said with a shrug. “You can be a child also.”

He shook his head.

“Okay, well, I’ll just leave them here,” you deadpanned, dangling the cuffs over the edge of the bed.

“No.”

You frowned, turning your eyes to him. His gaze was shimmering, and the way he was looking at you - as if he could see through you and into your soul - was making your knees begin to tremble.

Oh boy.

“To you?” you squeaked, and you couldn’t help licking your lips.

He shook his head.

“Well fucking get decided!”

He smiled wickedly. “Put it around your wrist.” His voice was commanding and dry, as if you weren’t friends, as if this wasn’t like, the third time you saw him.

“W-what?”

“I said,” and he took a long step towards you, “put it around your wrist.”

He was close enough to look down at you. Close enough for you to see the freckles almost fading on his cheeks and the way his beard was a little ginger at the edges. Close enough to see the vagabond black dots in the blue of his eyes and the absolute pink color of his mouth.

“I - I...”

But he stopped you, gripping the cuffs from your hand while simultaneously grasping your wrist in his large hand.

“Hey!”

But the cuff wrapped coldly around your right wrist, and Chris held it up to your widening gaze as he tightened it by closing his hand, the metallic sound of it echoing in your ears.

“Now, since you went snooping -”

“I didn’t.”

“Since you went snooping,” he reiterated in a more ordering tone, eyes searching yours, “you get to wear them.”

Your mouth opened, but before you could tell him off, his free hand gripped your jaw. The pressure of his fingers didn’t allow you to close your mouth, so you stood there, staring at him, looking like a fish out of water.

He stared at your mouth, at your tongue, then dragged his eyes up to meet yours. “I’m tired of you speaking out of turn.” He was practically seething, but leaking from that clenched jaw and burning eyes was the smell of lust and desire. And it smelled so good. So good that just the change in his voice, the drastic change in his demeanor, made heat pool down your belly, like slime, dripping down your thighs and into your feet.

Then he let go of your jaw and you closed it obediently.

He looked lost in his work as he opened the free cuff and directed you towards the bed, your fingers trembling. He extended it, your arm straight as a rod, and swiftly, he cuffed you to the bedpost.

“Oh my shit,” you mumbled.

There was a small but sharp slap on your ass, and then Chris’s fingers were gripping your jaw again. Surprisingly, he was smiling when he said, “You speak when you’re told to, understood?”

You frowned. “Can I speak?”

He nodded.

“I understand.”

He gave a grunt of approval and let you go. Your ass was still stinging from his slap, and you had a feeling he could do much worse.

Then he took a step back, admiring you from top to bottom. He started by taking a strand of hair between his fingers. Then, looking at you for any signs of refusal, he let his index trail from your collarbone, over the bump of your breast, down to your belly button.

He hadn’t even kissed you yet and he’d first, slapped your ass, and second, touched your boob.

You watched him with a quivering lower lip, your eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him; composed and calculated with a keen gaze as he stepped around you. You tried to follow him with your eyes, but you were rooted to the ground as he circled you like predator to prey.

“It’s funny,” he said, his voice roach, as his breath came upon the back of your neck. Soft hands, gentle and almost tentative, pressed against the swell of your hip. “Those handcuffs have been there since last year’s Halloween party that I hosted here. I went as a cop.”

You frowned, but his hands flitted from your hips down to your thighs, and the sensitive skin there tingled so fiercely that your knees almost buckled.

“They must have gotten behind the mantle piece when I discarded them,” he continued, his lips grazing your ear. “It gets tiring to carry them around.” All you could do was stare ahead, the buzz on your skin flourishing anew when his fingers dragged along your waist, measuring you.

“But...” The words weren’t leaving your mouth because now the tips of his fingers were inching below your shirt.

You felt him shrug as he pressed his front to your back. “All this talk about tying people up, well,” he sighed. “I guess I just couldn’t get it out of my head. Having you all to myself. To my mercy.”

You couldn’t believe this. You’d trapped your own damn self into this by being the bigmouth that you were, and now, you felt like an idiot.

But you also felt on fire as his skin made contact with yours; fingers on your navel. Then, as he circled back to face you, he let them drag around you, lighting your flesh on fire.

When he came to face you, he was so close you could feel his breathing. His eyes were so dark, like the bottom of the ocean, and his lips pulled into a daring smirk. With a hand still under your shirt, he smoothed the other onto your cheek and leaned in swiftly, almost startling you.

His lips were warm and plush, soft as he grazed them onto your mouth. At first, his kiss was tender and almost kind, as if he was giving you time to process it all. His smell invaded your senses, and you hummed as you leaned in, pressing your mouth flush against his. This first sign of enjoyment from your part, albeit very late, produced a groan from his mouth as he gripped your neck with such force that your lips parted into a gasp. He slipped his tongue passed your teeth and onto yours, stepping into you until you were pressed so close to him that you didn’t know where you started and he ended.

He devoured you like you’d never been kissed before. Your lack of breathing from his fingers around your throat was causing your head to swim, buzzing, tingling with want that dripped down to your belly.

Then he stepped away from you harshly, ripping away from your mouth as if you’d given him a shock. Your eyes burst open, afraid you’d done something wrong, but the somber, tantalizing look in his blue eyes made the heat spread alarmingly fast down your legs.

“We don’t need these,” he said, voice rough, low, wanting, as he gripped the hem of your jeans and began undressing you. You let yourself get undressed, watching him hurriedly drag your jeans down your legs until he was pulling them off one foot at a time.

Seeing your bare legs, he pressed his warm hands against your flesh, dragging, kissing his way up. You felt his beard tickling the soft skin of your thigh. A whimper left your lips and you pressed your free hand to your mouth, not wanting to alert everyone else about just exactly what was going on in here.

Chris slowly got to his feet and pried your hand from your mouth. He shook his head while you watched with wide eyes. “If you want to be silent, I can gag you,” he stated, raising his eyebrows questioningly at you.

You shook your head.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then he took your mouth into another breathtaking kiss, muffling the hum that left your throat. He gripped each side of your head with his huge hands, and in that moment, naked from the waist down, you felt so small.

Keeping his mouth on yours, one of his hands slid down until he hooked his index into your pantie line. He pulled then dragged down, breaking from the kiss to rid you of your knickers.

Upon seeing you bare before him, biting your lips, anxiously looking around, he gave a soft smile. But then his smile turned into a glare as his eyes met yours, and even if he was half kneeling before you, you were not the one in control.

“Say this is all mine,” he commanded, looking at you from under his brows.

You opened your mouth, but your hesitation was not enough. Chris got to his feet in a flash and gripped your jaw, walking you backwards until the edge of the bed met the back of your thighs and you gave a small whimper.

“Say that this is all mine,” he gritted, watching you with vivid, sparkling eyes as you searched his face.

You couldn’t deny the heat between your legs, the slickness you’d felt as he’d pushed you backwards. You liked this.

“It’s all yours.” Your voice was low and small, trembling as it left your quivering lips.

“Again,” he ordered.

You licked your lips as he let go of your jaw, moving you forward so he could step behind you.

“It’s all yours, Chris.”

He groaned, a sound low in his throat, as he sat down on the edge of the bed behind you. You felt his hands on your hips, and you shivered as he lowered you down onto him, his firm chest meeting your spine.

You were sat on his lap, and he took each of your knees in his hands and put them on either side of his own. Then he spread his legs, and you noticed with a fluttering heart, that he was in control of your body. He was controlling just how wide you spread, or not, and as he opened his knees, yours went right along.

His right hand slithered up your chest, gripping one firm breast and then moving on until his fingers wrapped around your throat. On instinct, your head tilted back until you were leaning into him, head on his shoulder. You felt so vulnerable then; leaned back onto him, spread open like a meal on a table.

When you felt his fingers skim up your thigh, your cuffed hand gave a tug and the cuff rattled.

“All mine,” he groaned at the sound of your chain against the bed post. He skimmed higher, where the skin thinned, until he was pressing two long fingers against your throbbing clit.

You gave a muffled yelp and Chris’s fingers tightened around your throat. You hadn’t noticed just how deprived you were. Just how ready and bursting at the seams. Just how riled up like a fucking rod you were.

The sound of Chris’s voice reverberated into your spine, droning in your ears. “You’re so fucking wet.” It was breathy and vulnerable, the first sign of humanity on him. “So fucking ready.”

His choice of words made you whimper, falling limp on him, to his mercy. The whole ordeal was so vulgar, but as he continued to press and circle your clit, you couldn’t care less about how you looked. You just wanted release.

And your precipice was approaching fast. Faster than you’d thought. The knot coiled deep in your belly, and with Chris panting behind along with you, squeezing your throat and rubbing tight little circles on you, it wasn’t long until you were writhing against him.

“Already, baby?” he breathed into your ear. When you didn’t answer, too lost in your pursuit, he tightened his hold on your throat. “Answer me.”

You tried, but if you concentrated on anything else but maintaining a lid, you’d burst.

“Answer me, Y/N, or I’ll have you writhing like this all night.”

“Yes!” It came out as a gasp, or a moan, you weren’t sure. “I’m close!”

He gave a grunt of approval and his fingers pressed even more onto you, searching your climax, pushing you to the edge. You clenched around nothing, writhing against him, feeling tantalized and empty. Your free hand balled into a fist.

“You want to be filled?” he asked, huskily. The moan that left you was more like a whine. “Ah, yes.” And when his long middle finger slipped into you easily, you shattered.

With a strangled moan, you clenched around him, writhing, the force of your orgasm flowing through you like crashing waves. You could feel Chris groaning behind you, rubbing that spot inside of you, riding out your orgasm while the heel of his hand press against your clit.

Heavens.

“Fuck, baby, that’s tight,” he whispered in your ear, fingers around your throat, still rubbing that spot inside you.

When you were but a sighing mess, legs jelly over his, he slipped his finger out of you and picked you up, bridal style. For a few moments, while he shuffled around and your cuffed arm dangled, you were cocooned in his embrace.

Then your back met the plushness of his bed, your head reeling, still buzzing from your climax. Behind your closed lids, you felt him parting your knees. Your cuffed arm was rigid at your side, while the other hand struggled to drag up your thigh, searching for him.

You opened your eyes to see Chris all but rip his shirt over his head, exposing a firm chest. Fine hairs sprinkled across his golden skin. Your eyes wandered lazily across his shoulders, down to the shadows across his collarbone and pecks.

He looked at you, watching you admiring him, and a lazy smirk spread on his lips. Then he wrapped his hand around your wrist and guided your free hand to his crotch. Through his trousers, you could feel just how hard he was. You could feel the warmth of him seeping through the fabric. You could feel the length and impressive girth of him, and a small yelp got caught in your throat.

“You’ll take me,” he said in a low tone after hearing you. You gulped, and his smirk turned into a frown. “You will.”

You nodded, fingering the button to his trousers. He helped you unbuckle himself, and as he took himself out, you caught the first drop of precum on your thumb.

He groaned lowly, his eyes watching you intently as you carefully wrapped your fingers around his cock and gave one tentative pump.

“You look so small like this,” he breathed, one hand on your spread knee. You moaned at his choice of words, continuing your ministrations, carefully pumping him up and down. You wished you could drop to your knees and taste him, but by the way he’d reacted earlier to your “talking out of turn”, you didn’t want to try to control him now.

His eyes kept going from yours to where you were pumping him, the fingers on your knee pressing more and more harshly into the skin. You turned your pumps into twisting motions, pressing your thumb under the engorged head to smear his precum all over it.

Chris grunted, spreading your knee wide so he could slip his hand between and press his thumb to your aching clit.

“Chris.” The name came out like a whisper, but it was enough to alight the fire in his eyes.

His other hand shot from your knee to your throat. “Tell me,” he ordered, panting, bent over you completely. “Tell me you want me.”

You gasped out, “Yes.” But it wasn’t enough. The fingers on your neck squeezed. “I want you, Chris.”

“Good.”

The pressure on your clit left, his hand going around your wrist and pinning it to the bed. He hovered over you for an instant, his knees on the bed now for leverage.

“Look at you.” His voice was tantalizing, as if taunting you. You were breathless, begging, almost writhing beneath him for a second release. “You’re all mine. All mine and begging. Say it.”

This time, you didn’t have to be told twice. “I’m all yours.”

“Yes, you are.” He hooked his hand under your knee, bringing it to your chest.

He slowly slid in, surprisingly. You had expected him to give you no reprieve, but he watched you intently as your eyes widened, the stretch of him consuming your body. But with your knee to your chest, it was easier, and the fact that he’d made you cum seconds before was aiding you as well.

But he was a lot. A lot of man to take in, with his weight on top of you and his girth stretching you out like never before. Your free hand scratched at his shoulder, a whine stuck in your throat, but he wasn’t stopping.

“You’re going to take me,” he ordered between clenched teeth, hand on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. It was a struggle, to take him, as he mercilessly pushed himself to the hilt. You pulsed around him, shuddering, desperate to adjust. You didn’t think you ever would.

“Chris, I...” The words were breathy, and really, all you wanted was for him to give you a second.

He groaned at your voice, his head momentarily falling to connect your foreheads. “You’re mine,” he groaned. “And you’ll take me like I want.”

You quivered around him at his voice, his choice of words, the way he was bottomed out completely. You were full. Bursting. Seams coming apart slowly. A low moan left your lips as he receded his hips and thrust back in, languidly and harshly.

“Like that,” he breathed, hand on your hip, the other migrating to your throat. “You’re so tight, huh?” His voice was almost condescending. “You can’t even take me. Look at you. Whining.” The end was almost a whisper as he thrust his hips against yours, sending you clutching onto him for dear life.

“Chris, it’s too big,” you whined, but it was a moan, because deep inside of you, the coil was knotting again.

The chuckle that left his lips was condescending. “I don’t care.”

Then he thrust his hips against you harshly, setting a languid, deep rhythm that was making louder and louder moans escape your lips. He might be mercilessly big and hard to adjust to, but he was taking you there.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed encouragingly when he saw - and felt - how you were growing used to him. “Wet and tight. You love it.”

The hand around your throat squeezed and you whined a low, “Yes.”

His rhythm became fiercer, thrusting harshly against you, and the coil in your belly began to shudder. Legs trembling, you latched onto him. He kept thrusting in you with force, the fabric of his trousers scratching the back of your thighs, moans mingling with his grunts. You were sure the hand on your hip would bruise, and the one around your throat would choke you to death.

You clenched around him, the coil in your belly tight and ready to burst. Chris kept rolling his hips to hit the spot in you. “Come on, baby, I feel you,” he breathed, thrusting into you with ease now. Your mouth opened into a small “O” and Chris’s thumb found home against your tongue. “That’s it, that’s it.”

The coil burst and you moaned loudly against his thumb, clenching hard around his cock. It was such a strange but amazing feeling; the mixture of pain and pleasure, and your orgasm hit you with such vivacity that stars danced behind your lids.

“Fuck, that’s tight.”

His thrusts kept meeting your hips as he railed into you, thumb pressing against your tongue to keep your mouth slightly open. Then his thumb slipped out of your lips, carrying your spit down your chin. Almost sloppily, like he was losing his grip, he fumbled with your shirt to lift it over your belly.

“You’re so tight, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, each thrust sending your body jolting on the bed.

You whined, the feeling of him inside of you still driving the aftermath of your orgasm across your skin.

He gave a few sloppy thrusts, holding you down onto the mattress, before he pulled out and spurt hot ropes of cum all over your exposed belly. He fisted himself, emptying on your flesh, groaning with each new wave.

Then he kissed you gently, taking you by surprise by how soft it was. How gentle. When he stopped, his fingers skimmed down your legs, to your cuffed hand, and broke you free. Then he kissed the raw and abused flesh of your wrist. Kissed your bent knees. Your thighs. Then he buckled himself back up, his chest glistening with sweat.

He was panting when he ran into the bathroom and came back with a hot towel to clean you up. He was smiling and searching your gaze when you winced as the hot towel brushed over your core.

“You’re so beautiful.” Those words, after such a different side of him being exposed, made you blush deep crimson.

“Who knew you were this dirty, Chris,” you panted, still laying on the bed. He chuckled and helped you into your panties.

“I just...” he trailed off, picking up your jeans. “When I see you, I get different.”

“Huh?” You were too weak to stand, so you let Chris dress you up.

“Ever since I met you, all I’ve wanted was to have you all to myself.” He gave you a wink when you lifted your hips off the bed, your jeans sliding back into place. “And well, you provided the opportunity today.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling as you sat up. Your knees were jelly and you were sure that if you tried to stand, you’d need a minute to find your bearings.

“You’re lucky I’ve wanted this for a while too,” you admitted.

He gave you a lazy, sleepy smirk as he held his hand out. “We’ve kept them waiting for a while,” he said. “We should go back. It’s my party afterall.”

You blushed a deep red and took his hand.

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knives-out20 · 4 years ago

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Starstruck - Cliff Booth x Male!OC

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep (don’t ask)

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Is this meta?,

Notes: Ayo >:) Song used is Bad Boy by Cascada, an absolute throwback for me.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs

Beep stood front and center of Bobby & The Buddies, the band playing through their new song- that he had a hand in writing.

Each member of KISS was somewhere in the arena, but it’s not like they haven’t yet grown comfortable with playing their music around Starchild, Gene, Ace, and Peter. Because...obviously, they already have. Why’d they be there if not?

That’s besides the point.

“...And I fell!” Beep finished the first verse of the song, hearing Bobby yell “c’mon!” Behind him, to signal the start of the first chorus.

The band giggled all around him.

Beep smiled to himself, jumping up and down to the beat; whereas the others stomped their feet, if possible. “Be my bad boy, be my man- be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend-” he closed his eyes, fingers dancing along the guitar he played. “You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you in my life again.” Beep shook his head, jumping even faster as the pace of the song increased.

Cliff watched from offstage, eyes obviously only on Bobby.

“Won’t you be my bad boy, be my man- be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend! You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you again; no, I don’t need you again.” Beep grabbed the microphone, lips pressed against it as he suggestively moaned into it. He slowly dragged it down with him as he dropped to his knees, grinning against the head of it when he heard the band cheering from around him, Bobby exclaiming a loud “Ow!”

Bobby grinned as he watched Beep, loving when his buddies felt comfortable enough to front the songs themselves. It’s called Bobby AND The Buddies for a reason. He let Beep carry them through the second verse, Peep catching his eye.

Peep gestured behind themselves, mainly using her eyes.

Bobby glanced over his shoulder, watching the members of KISS slowly appear from backstage.

Starchild was the first one he saw, and allegedly the star of the show- AKA, who Beep was writing all these love-laced songs about.

Bobby giggled, turning back around. “Be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend” he sang, shaking his head in an attempt to fix his hair with no hands. “You can be my bad boy, but understand that I don’t need you in my life again.” Bobby wagged his finger along to the lyric, winking at Cliff offstage.

Cliff chuckled, crossing his arms. Bobby and him are- happily- married, it’s a little too late to get rid of him now.

Beep was yet to notice KISS appear, too into his song to take notice of his surroundings. He started stomping his foot to the beat, having stood back up. “Won’t you be my bad boy, be my man, be my weekend lover, but don’t be my friend!”

Bobby glanced over his shoulder again, seeing Starchild nod his head along to the beat that Beep came up with, a slight smile on his lips.

Beep continued, starting to jump just as quickly as he did before. “You can be my bad boy, but understand, that I don’t need you again. No, I don’t need you again” he finished off the song, letting the loud rhythm take control as he bounced around. Beep chuckled, spinning quickly but somehow keeping his balance on his heelies. His brown hair bounced softly with him, but honestly it looked really cute.

The Buddies all bopped their heads along as they played.

Beep ended the song on his knees, grip tight on his guitar as he panted. “...How was that?”

Bobby opened his mouth to answer, but Deep nudged him to shut up.

All the members of the Buddies turned around to face KISS, the black-and-white men not having expected the attention.

Starchild unironically broke the silence. “That was amazing!” He called, clapping his hands together.

Beep’s eyes snapped wide open, Cliff turning away to stifle his laughter into his hand. His head spun around, locking eyes with Starchild. “Pa- I- but-...Starchild. Hi, uh, didn’t see you gents o’er there” he greeted.

Ace shrugged. “Can’t blame ya- you guys were loud, we felt we had to come check out the energy, y’know?”

“I guess so” Beep shrugged, gulping as he nervously blinked his gaze away.

“So, what was that?”

Beep quickly searched for an answer. “Rock and roll” he replied.

“No, Beep-” Starchild scoffed. “What’s the name of the song?”

“Oh-! Uh...”

“‘Bad Boy’“ Deep answered for him, snickering into Bobby’s shoulder.

Starchild nodded, “sounds good! Wrote this one himself, too?”

“A hundred percent pure Benji, your honor” Monte grinned.

Beep jumped to stand up, careful to lock his eyes on anywhere that wasn’t Starchild’s bare torso- all the man was wearing to cover it was black suspenders and a sparkly guitar strap, for crying out loud!

Bobby ran offstage, down to Cliff. “How was that?”

Cliff softly cupped his cheeks. “Amazing, your friends are almost as talented as you are-”

“Cliff,” Bobby warned, jokingly.

“I’m kiddin’ ya” Cliff playfully rolled his eyes. “Stanley still ain’t seein’ the way Beep looks at him? It’s so obvious, it’s given me physical pain.”

“Nah, not as far as any of us are aware of” Bobby whispered, kissing Cliff’s palm.

Beep took off his guitar, glancing down. He twitched his head, tics coming back to him.

“How long have you done that for?”

Beep jumped a bit, turning to see Starchild. “Do what?”

“Your, uh, tics. The head twitches ‘n’ all.”

“Oh, uhm...” Beep hummed. “Since I was a kid. This isn’t a shared thing, Peep ‘n’ Deep don’t have to be heckled with it like I do. Luckily, it doesn’t really get in the way when performing anything, so...well, it’s gotten in the way of our comedy shows a few times. But nothing I can’t handle now.”

Starchild nodded in understanding, “sounds annoying.”

“My siblings are moreso.”

Starchild turned away, laughing.

Beep relaxed his shoulders, knowing that making your crush laugh is one of the best things in the world.

“Is this song what you’re gonna use when you guys open for us?”

“Well, uh...yea, but it’ll be Peep or Maria up front. ‘Cause...y’know.”

“Yea. The world can handle Ace lip-locking Gene, Gene going around licking any of our necks, but God forbid a man sing a song about another man like that, huh?” Starchild joked.

Beep giggled, nodding. “Yea. But, if Bobby ‘n’ us ‘n’ anyone keeps fighting and fighting, we’ll push the world to be a better place for songs like this, and people like, uh, a majority of the Buddies to be who we are!”

Bobby gasped softly, repeatedly patting Cliff’s shoulder. “Look, Cliff, look! They’re communicating.”

“They’re not animals, Bobby” Cliff chortled, arms around his young lover. He leaned in, kissing Bobby’s forehead.

“Well...yea, but still, he’s talking to Starchild, man! This is fucking fantastic!”

“Guess so” Cliff softly answered.

Starchild put his hand on Beep’s shoulder, Beep’s head only reaching up to the base of his neck. “You guys are ambitious as hell...I’m glad Peter showed you guys to me ‘n’ the others. Seriously.”

Beep felt his cheeks heat up. “Aw, damn-” he shyly averted his gaze, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Thanks, man. Means a lot.”

Starchild pat Beep’s shoulder a couple times, pulling his hand away. “You only swing that way?”

Beep knew what he meant. “Nah. I had a girlie o’ my own a while back, actually. Donna or whatever. Lasted quite a while, ended quick. I’ve moved on, though. Point is, I- I- I always swung either way.”

Starchild hummed. He smiled at Beep in farewell, passing him by and retreating backstage.

Beep watched him leave, careful to keep his eyes above waist-level.

Damiel slowly passed by behind Beep, wolf-whistling into his ear. “Like what y’see?”

“Y’know what, you-” Beep scowled, going to grab Damien.

Damien had already run off.

Beep huffed, crossing his arms. He watched where Starchild once stood, heart racing under his flannel.

This whole ‘in love with the front man of the band your band opens for’ stuff is harder than he’d ever thought it could be.

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