#because there is the UNCUT version

[suchawrathfullamb]

naaah but why is there something blurred in the file name? why why why no way like seriously why. it has to be something relevant cause they've left everything else. see this is what I am saying THERE IS UNRELEASED FOOTAGE THESE MFS KISSED

[tendergesture]

Paranmaum - Linda linda linda, 終わらない歌 (An Endless Song) The blue hearts★

[respectthepetty]

Addicted Heroin (Th) Cut Scenes and Colors - Episode 8

I'm reporting on the missing scenes from YouTube's version of Addicted Heroin [episode: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven]. This week's episode didn't have a lot of scenes missing from the edited version, but the ones that were missing were very meaningful.

First cut scene:

When Blue Boy Hero is working out and recapping his miserable childhood since his dad made him (and his brothers) constantly work out and prepare to be in the military, Green Guy Pop in Hero's color comforts him. Hero mentions how his childhood wasn't that horrible only because his mom made him snacks; then, he asks Pop if he wants to meet his mom.

Hero takes Pop to his dad's house, and he shows Pop pictures of him with his mom from when he was kid.

He tells Pop that the song he was singing in the convenient store the night they met was the same song his mom would sing when she was working around the house.

Then he tells Pop that his mom died because of his dad.

She had to go with the dad on a military trip as part of her duties as military wife, and she took his car back while the father stayed behind. The car was attacked because the attackers believed the father was in the car. She died, and Hero blames his dad because the military has always come first for him and he seems fine sacrificing his family for it like his mom, brothers, and cousin.

Hero also asks if Pop's mom worked at a jewelry store because about a week or so before his mom died, she was sent some jewelry with a bad omen in it. Pop says hie believes his mom did work at a jewelry store when he was younger, and we are officially in the mystery portion of this show.

Second cut scene:

After Yellow Yal Tiger transforms into the perfect Pancake, he is forced to sit down with the girl he has been catfishing since he was making her believe that she was flirting with Pink Person Only. He must convince her that he, Pancake, is dating Only, so she will leave Only alone, so first, they must pass the color-coding assignment by Pancake wearing her man's color head-to-toe.

But Tiger immediately tells the girl she is beautiful and tries to kiss her hand while using male pronouns. Basically, he already forgot the purpose of him dressing like a girl.

So Only tries to pivot and feed Pancake, but Tiger is allergic to shrimp. So Pancake tries to feed Only, but Only doesn't eat spicy food.

The girl who is witnessing this chaos presses for more information and asks how they know each other. Now, Only uses male pronouns for Pancake.

The girl asks if Pancake also wants to study film like Only, and Pancake says she wants to go into the military, which I'm guessing is only for men, so Pancake tries to recover and says she wants to be in a military rom-com.

Somehow, this girl is believing these two idiots because they are touchy with each other and their banter is top-tier, but then Pancake's left boob goes missing. Only tries to warn Pancake, but Tiger is too caught up in the act to notice. Finally Only grabs Pancake to adjust the missing boob, and the girl mistakes the action for kissing (and possibly something more sexual), and leaves after being convinced of their love . . . or just terrified of what she had to witness

The boys go to leave but the shop that Tiger left his clothes in is closed for lunch, so he can't get his clothes, and this is exactly when Pop shows up for a haircut.

Pop immediately recognizes it's Tiger and calls him by his full government name, but he is making fun of Pancake's missing boob when Hero sees the interaction and instantly gets upset and starts threatening Pancake for enticing his brother boyfriend. Only seeing the danger in Hero's eyes simply states, "I don't care. I'm out" and retreats quickly.

Realizing Hero will kill a woman for Pop, Tiger snatches off his wig and throws it at Only for leaving him hanging and storms off much to Pop and Only's delight while leaving a flabbergasted Hero behind.

Third cut scene:

Only is practicing his javelin throwing skills, which is he actually pretty good at, when he hears a strange noise like a ghost crying. After inspecting further, he finds the horrible noise is coming from Tiger who hurt himself running. Sidenote: Because Only wants to study film the show's Instagram has been posting all the movie references Only keeps making throughout the show, which several of the references are Thai horror films as well as rom-coms.

Tiger is not only physically hurt but he is emotionally wounded because he knows he sucks at running and feels like he is failing everyone including his friends and family.

Only tells Tiger he is already amazing, so he needs to take it easy on himself, but if he is this miserable, he should quit the race.

Tiger gets upset at that suggestion and tries to leave, but his injured foot causes him to slip, and luckily Only is there to help him back into a sitting position. Tiger says he can't quit because it's not just about the race, but about not giving up even when he sucks, and Only tells him again that's why he is amazing. He never gives up!

Tiger is still upset, so Only strategically says that since Tiger just wants to have a pity party, he is going to go back to practicing the javelin, but when he goes to throw it right next to Tiger, he awkwardly throws it and falls down in the process (even though we know he is good at it). His plan works, and Tiger laughs.

Tiger finally hops away with his spirit lifted and a new sense of determination.

They are my OTP.

Bonus:

This was in the edited version, so this is for the folks watching the unedited version. The show is selling limited edition figures of some of the special moments from the show between Pop x Hero and Only x Tiger.

But the real treat is the show is selling figurines of the moment Hero tied up Pop!

And I need whoever is reading this to know I AM going to find a way to get this because this moment is probably winning a Colors Awards for being color-coded toxicity WITH COLOR-CODED ROPE! This is easily one of my favorite color-coded moments EVER in a BL, and I need this figure like I needed those damn cat plushies from 4 Minutes.

[bunnieswithknives]

So, Lesley's somewhat of a better parent than Roy. But based on what we've seen so far... She's pretty fucked.

What has Roy done to be put on the bad parent list compared to Lesley?

Roy believed in making punishments related to whatever he was being punished for a better 'learning experience'

For example: if Roy asked David to clean his room and he refused, he would lock him in until he was done, even if he had to miss meals to do it, or if David broke something important to him he would get rid of something important to David. Some were worse than others, but Roy was strict on the fact that punishments wouldn't end until they were over, or until Lesley decided it was too far and forced him to stop.

[gunsatthaphan]

in the tags of the cherry magic announcement i've seen some people mention something happening with cooking crush as well. i haven't watched either yet as i was saving them for when i have more time but do you happen to know what happened to cooking crush?

really? I haven't seen anything. but what would be the issue? CC is adapted from a Thai novel so I don't think copyright is a problem lol. maybe it's about the release platform as CC has an uncut version which they only release on wetv which makes some people upset including me lmao.

xxx

[bitchslapblastoids]

like, what are the ethics of cutting and posting short clips on tumblr from longer subscription-only videos?

[owtenen]

impulse is my fav because he’s literally funny for no reason. like when he intentionally makes jokes he’s funny but even when he’s just talking he’s so so so funny. like idk i think impulse just reminds me so much of my dad who also is just so so so very funny all the time for doing literally nothing and i think that’s why i love him so much. it’s the dad humor it gets me every time

[todayisafridaynight]

CHAT STREAMS ARE THE BEST THOUGH </3 Nati's making it sound so fun on Discord... but yeah I'll definitely try and unfuck my sleep schedule for next time and Especially For Gaiden (two weeks... fucked up...)

Very excited for One Missed Call too! It's at least gonna be fun watching the American one with everyone even if it sucks LMAO

nati gotta be hyping it up too much i truly just asked people if they thought of jaundice ever ☠️☠️☠️ good to know fam had fun tho <3

the best part about american remakes is that theyre so bad theyre funny so my hope is we leave laughing. at the very least im sure i can Try to be funny and poke fun at the film LOL

[thesearchforbluejello]

Sorry but USAF soldiers playing cards while the most dangerous thing on the planet is right behind them and they don't even know it is one of the most "nailed it" show openings of all time.

(This thought brought to you by the fact that I got so mad that Stargate isn't on Netflix NOR Amazon anymore that I finally hooked up the DVD player my mom got me for Christmas and started playing my 20 year old DVDs. Which, by the way, have the best design ever (each disc is a little Stargate and they say "ENTER THE STARGATE" in a dramatic voice to get you to click into the DVD menu). The box they're in is bigger than the DVD player itself (I think I got them for Christmas in 2003 or 2004).

[keepthetension]

i didn't realize one more scene was cut! number five: an extended version of super monster chef, where we see the pineapple jam crisis, and also chef chang ma talks a bit during the tasting

fyi, i'll be tagging these with "cooking crush missing bits" so follow along or block accordingly

[andrasta14]

This is just 50% of all tumblr discourse

[respectthepetty]

Addicted Heroin (Th) Cut Scenes and Colors - Episode 10

I'm reporting on the missing scenes from YouTube's version of Addicted Heroin one last time [episode: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine]. The finale only had two missing scenes from the edited version, but considering there may not be a second season, it feels like a lot more was missing from the last episode.

First cut scene:

This was brief, but the very beginning of this episode starts where the previous episode ended and the dad is holding a gun to Hero's head. Hero tells his dad he will not willingly go with him, so he'll have to hill him. The father tells the other son to grab both boys and take them. This cuts to where the edited version begins with the boys being dragged in, and Pop dragging his mother with the best conversation a child has had with his horrible parent in a BL.

He really told her that she wasn't important enough to matter to him or this story. I'M SHRIEKING!

Second cut scene:

Hero appears in the ceiling of the room Pop is being held in because he is so crazy that he decided to climb up into the ceiling of his bathroom and crawl to Pop's room through that dusty space. Green Guy Pop is not please with Hero because he thinks Hero isn't taking this seriously and should be far more worried about what his father is capable of, but a Blue Boy is gonna blue boy, and Hero tells him that he is only worried about Pop and nothing else.

Pop has refused to let anyone help him with his wounds, so Hero takes Pop's wrist and applies ointment, then Hero's father comes home, and that's when Hero crawls back through the space only for his father to start shooting at the ceiling. And this is why Hero was in that space for the remainder of the episode.

And that's all the cut scenes!

The only person I thought was sane this entire series was Pop's dad, who in the end, shielded his son with a green umbrella and wore Hero's blue like the great dad he is.

The person I thought was the craziest was Hero's cousin/brother, who even in the final was still a sexually assaulting confusing mess of a character.

But Pop wore his boy's color in the very end.

And we got a happy ending, even if we got it in the oddest way.

So even though the director said he wasn't up for a second season, the company seems to be set on giving us the epic car crash and separation waiting for us in a possible second season.

And considering we started this season AFTER the separation, it would make sense that the company wants the first episode to make sense . . . eventually.

So I, an enjoy of hot messes, will be here for it if it does happen!

Because, if anything, I have to make sure Only and Tiger get the happy ending they deserve.

[captainshorter]

Me to everyone: it's okay to make mistakes, don't worry about it and let me help you

Me when making mistakes: screaming, crying, throwing up

[eternityservedcold]

finally caught the way my cat kneads blankets on camera. chomp

[gladiatorcunt]

- # LEMON SUGAR !

flew like a moth to you (sunlight)

cw: weird pet play, reader has a vagina, large age gap (reader early 20’s & logan is…. not), HEAVY PISS KINK, dirty yucky icky gross vibes, xmen 2 coded logan, dad (father figure) bf talk and behaviors (old man, kiddo, dad, essentially lifestyle dom-ing you) anal plug mention, praise kink but one usage of ‘bitch’ and ‘toilet’, reference to a canon scene with jean but in this au she was just clowning on him as a friend, scogan crumbs, mentally ill & unhinged!reader, self objectification/dehumanization (?), reader: “i wish a/b/o was real :(”, pt.2 to . bc the dynamic might be confusing, implied unaware mutant!reader

do not copy, translate, or feed this work to ai

1k event. / please consider commissioning me

Logan doesn’t slap his tip against your cheek more than a quick initial love tap (if a tight awkward handshake from a man decades older than you was a sexual act) but he loves to force your head against his crotch and really massage it into your skin. His other hand holds his dick like he’s aiming to piss, a slight scowl twisting his lips because he’s trying to concentrate. His cigar hangs out of his mouth and his bulky hips swivel as he grinds his precum into your face, cheeks, around your eyes, lips, check check check.

He doesn’t even necessarily want you to suck him off that bad and he’s not even trying to cum. orgasming is a slower pursuit for him these days anyway. He just wants to dirty his puppy up a little, enrichment and whatever the fuck. Maybe you can make a game of trying to catch the salty droplets on your tongue, see if you can spot them when they’re about to gush out and trickle down.

An activity can both be a perverted parlor trick and a form of indulgent self care that trivial things like ice rollers or under eye patches couldn’t replace.

“There we go, atta puppy.” Logan chuckles and ruffles your hair when you manage to lick away a bead of precum before it can drip down out of your reach.

“Daddy, don’t tease. ‘m trying to focus, that’s rude.” You give him a good shake, smiling wildly.

You’re already drunk and loopy just huffing the pure musk emanating from his uncut cock. You hum as the salty tang of his juices taint your tastebuds, luxuriating in the aftertaste like you were chowing down on a dainty macarron. He doesn’t really believe in eating or drinking anything special to make his crotch and the things it produces taste better. You couldn’t be more happy about that, the whiskey sour twang riding on the flavor notes were much more preferable than some biblical concoction of milk and honey. If only it was more acidic, that way it could burn a hole through your tongue and your cervix. Marking you so thoroughly from the deepest parts of your soul, you’d always be empty and every pang of pain would call for the man that caused it to soothe your burns with his saliva.

Intimacy with Logan feels like you’re reconnecting in whatever version of the garden of Eden can exist on Earth. Why can’t it be here? With you on your knees so close to barking into the skin of your old man’s cock, a fancy cushion settled under you with little golden tassels hanging off the corners. You are always so willing to be the best you can be for him, but he’ll never allow your service to come at the price of individual pain. Your eyes flutter and you take one of your many breaks to plunge your nostrils into his thick bush.

Wooden and spicy, your favorite perfume that is undeniably raunchy yet sensuous and romantic. Natural. You never thought you could be so in love with how a man’s pubes smell, but you can’t say that you thought that any part of this would have become your life’s purpose in more ways than not. Logan chuckles and pats your cheek, enamored with how clearly you seem to be enjoying suffocating yourself in his groin. He sharply inhales through his nose when you move up to trail your tongue along his happy trail, lapping at the thinner hairs because you adore each one just as much as every part of him.

“Bet you wish you could live off my dick, don’t ya, bunny?”

Of course you nod and moan as you let yourself be pulled back to where you’re supposed to be, the mothership calls you home and you answer happily with your phantom tail wagging all the way.

You pant, digging your nose bridge into the crease where his hip bleeds into his inner thigh, “Mmfh- hah… tastes good, Daddy. I could die here…”

You wanted to cut your voice break of ‘Daddy’ short, but you haven’t arrived at that particular station in your subconscious to shed your skin entirely. You’re having trouble forming a coherent line of thought and finishing your sentences now, but you feel sheepish about how easily he can box you into going nonverbal, so you clamor to stay afloat.

You forget that Logan knows your game by now, every step and caveat and every miniscule and complicated rule. It’s cute how you’re still ashamed of letting your dear old dad see you in all of your bunny-puppy-deer-kitty pet glory, when he clocked that shit the minute your shaky eyes fixated on his truck’s glove box rather than make a second of eye contact with him. You’re fucked up, there’s something fractured deeper in you that you keep under a diary shaped lock and key, but all these jagged edges have bows teetering on their precipices.

You’ve let him put them there, with a fond eyeroll and heaps of head pats. Thank your lucky stars that there’s something fucked up with his psyche too, buried under all his other baggage, because that first ride home with you didn’t end in tears and your nipples caught in his canines. You got to be a bunny settling down in their deserved cozy den instead of a rabbit relying on their prey instincts to throw the predator chasing them off their twitching fuzzy cotton tail.

You don’t get to hide and shrink in yourself. Not when the curled up needy angel hidden under the layers of you makes his jaw ache so ferociously that it’s borderline bestial.

Baby, you’ve gotta know that if he could, he’d pick you up with his teeth by your scruff so your feet would never have to touch the ground and grow ripe with callouses.

He takes a puff from his cigar and shakes the excess ash over your shoulder, out of your view because he also knows that you’d try to swallow the unhealthy specks down too. It’s a constant thing on his mind, the never ending job of pulling your leash enough to wean you off of engulfing whatever weird shit into your mouth you can see out of the corner of your eye. And if it comes from him or was in contact with him? Hell, the stuff might as well be damn catnip to you.

He thinks he feels the same way about you, that’s what he gets for being stupid enough to have an inch of his heart unguarded. You found a way and wormed your way through his arteries, and now he’d rather go sober cold turkey than let you squirm away. Which is what you try to do by pulling back and settling soft hands on his hairy and beefy thighs.

He’s got you hook, line, and sinker when he clasps a burly hand around the base of his thick cock in the poor imitation of a knot. He even squeezes in short pulses, bringing to mind what it would look like swelling up and pumping you full of potent cum. Breeding you with all the love of a man who wants more of you in the world because that might make him believe in it again. He wags his length in his hand to you, wordlessly offering you your favorite snack because you’ve been so very good for your old man.

“Come on, hun, want your treat? I know my puppy wants this big dick in their cute fuckin’ mouth.” He grumbles, stubbing his cigar out on his arms without even flinching or gritting his teeth and tossing it on the floor.

The burn’s already healed by the time you’ve gotten yourself and obediently let your tongue hang out of your mouth. He grunts, pleased, and dabs his sticky tip on the center of your tongue. It gives you the taste you crave while simultaneously depriving you of having your mouth filled like you desperately need to be able to get through the day.

You whine, Logan’s lips split on a wry smile but he doesn’t laugh this time. Nah, he’s too busy feeding his throbbing cock into your mouth, cutting off your whining and reducing a thunderous sound to a muffled crack of lightning.

“Theeeeeeeeere we go, kiddo, relax.” He says a few inches in, because your gag reflex is already tickling the back of your throat.

You breathe through your nose and distract yourself by playing with the hairs on his legs, drawing little hearts and stars as you take more of his length. Tears well up in your pitiful eyes but you brave through it. They eventually bubble over as your lips are forced to stretch, but Logan’s rough thumb dutifully wipes them away just like how you’d attentively cleaned his tip.

His head falls back with a slight crack and his sweaty pecs heave, “Drank a whole lot for you today, ‘m all nice and backed up just waitin’ for a pretty lil’ thing to relieve myself with.”

Suddenly you’re a bunny hopping off on a mission, no god could pull you off of Logan’s musky cock as you swallow around him. You don’t really feel like bobbing your head and humming today, you’re tuckered out from how late he kept you up late last night. He’s not going to just fuck your mouth without being asked, as much as he cares about you, you’re impossibly cute when you’re forced to do the tiniest bit of work.

If your mouth wasn’t so stuffed full of dick you’d pout, and the raised eyebrow Logan gives you means he knows that. You’re a good pet though, so you work yourself off of his length, take a deep breath, and immediately slide back down to the hilt. His full balls press against your chin and you rub the heavy sacks with both hands.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groans, his fingernails dig into your scalp like he’s the one that needs to stay grounded. “Your gonna make your old man jizz his pants too quick if you keep fuckin’ playin’ with my balls like that.”

You don’t mind that at all, but there's still something else you’re after. You didn’t think much of how many bottles of water and glasses of alcohol he had thrown back today, maybe it was some sort of mutant thing that you just didn’t understand. Super dehydration or whatever, but the fact that he had been preparing a little surprise for his piss thirsty puppy made you want to give him your bloody heart right out of your chest.

His moans and growled promises of rewards and declarations of the rawest form of love a person could feel fade into the background. You hollow your cheeks and go for gold, wet ‘schlop!’-ing sounds bounce off the walls as you fuck your throat with his girthy cock. Not the longest in the world, another one of your blessings (you’ve heard mutterings about mission showers and some guy that shoots lasers out of his eyes taking that prize), but the way it fills up the space in your mouth to the point it could burst gives your clit tachycardia.

“Yeah, fuck, are you ready to drink up, bitch? ‘m gonna use you like a toilet, gonna cum too- god fuckin’ damn-”

You give his balls a solid squeeze as the golden shower pours down your throat and past the seam of your lips to the floor. You don’t stop your ministrations, you actually speed up your pace and bring your wrists into it. Your hands bumping against his imitation knot-hand as you move them in circles, jacking him off while your plush lips glide up and down his cock.

You’re rubbing your pussy against the cushion, it has corduroy buttons that send a tingle down your spine when they catch your clit. The emerald green fabric drags and moves as you hump it while you put your all into making your dad-boyfriend-everything cum. You’re outright bouncing his heavy balls in your hands now, they’re so full you know that one load isn’t going to be nearly enough. So you tell yourself to lock in and hum, sending vibrations down his dick.

Determined puppies get extra treats, and you’ve never gone without them. So you push yourself to make eye contact, flicking your eyes up to stare at Logan as you ruin your own throat via his dick like it was nothing more than your toy. You think it’s the sheer and essentially licentious mannerisms and the glaringly obvious truth that there are men who are not immune to watching a pretty pet posturize themselves on an altar of their own making just to paw at their owner’s legs.

“My baby bunny, too damn sweet to me, yessssss-” His mouth wrenches up almost in pain as he clings to the back of your head and pounds your throat on his own for the next minute.

“Drink it all up, let me feel you swallow it down f’r me.”

You purposefully yank yourself off of his mid stream and duck down to bob his balls on your tongue, lathering them in that pungent scent. You rotate your wrist around his tip, coaxing him to empty everything he has in him and give it all to you. Your hand becomes just as scent marked as his balls and the divots in your collarbone where drops of his piss and cum are forming tiny pools.

He groans at the sight, “Doing so fuckin’ well, collectin’ Daddy’s juices and hoardin’ ‘em all for yourself.”

Your mouth envelops his twitch dick once more, most of what Logan keeps cooped up for you belongs in your growling tummy.

“You better not hiss at me when I have to wash your mouth out later, baby.”

Thus, your perfect record remains intact, you beam around his still hard dick as you float in a starless sea of white and yellow. A coat rack for cock fulfilling its duties.

His piss isn’t too orange-y, you’re glad you don’t have to nag him about cutting back on the booze this time.

Sadly there’s no blood sticking to your scalp from his nails, but you embrace the sting their indents leave behind. They’re almost as breathtaking as the plug buried in your ass, Dad always likes to keep your holes stretched out and ready.

—————————————————————————

“Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, Logan. They don’t bring him home. They marry the good guy.”

With you, he was that good guy. Whatever it meant to be one after all these years and invisible scars. It’s indescribable, how much meaning you can find in having to gain the strength to take care of someone else completely. Be their Atlas and shoulder the world so they can waltz around you, their wings spread wide. He’s glad, deep down, that your wings don’t extend past the small house he’s stuffed you in.

Logan Howlett deserves a nice thing or two every once in a while, and he already got a bottle of scotch from Scott. Fucker thinks he’s so clever. You’d do just fine being the second nice thing. A shame that the nicest thing you probably have is that slick stained cushion, he’s not anybody to write home about. But you seem to have stitched your sides together when he wasn’t looking, sewn your identity into his until you had emotionally fused into one being.

It happened way too fast and when he thought he wasn’t meant for loving a little pup like you, but he’s tired of being some old grump about it. You’d probably snap and try to beat him to a pulp with the bats he keeps in the closet (for you to use in emergencies since you don’t leave), and he’d have to hunt you down through the

Anything else other than you meant about as much to him as a pile of cigarette butts.

And some time later when the dam bursts for the first time and you’re trying not to fall off that cliff, sisyphus-esque struggling through recurring hoarse sobs because Logan is uncomfortably stroking your back gently as if you were a person and not a corpse, you’ll start to feel the molten hot gold seeping in and filling the cracks.

Maybe one day you can tell him about the v-shaped scars on your back, the ones that look like they were created when something was ripped away from you. They’re slanted craters, almost, hard material resembling bone jutting out from your back. Hooks lacking their ornaments.

Hell snatch up your old fashioned grocery list (written with an almost completely dried out ink pen from the bank on a flimsy college ruled sheet of paper) and make a quick run while you heal more than just your body, submerged in another acid trip of a dream.

You wanted to make a lemon cake before the summer ended, it’s always been your favorite.

[technodjent]

invitation

and + uncut version because i overdid it on empty space lol