#best jimmy look as well dare i say

[anyataylordelrey]

no because it actually haunts me a little bit that there’s not any live film footage of oakland ‘77 because the amount of iconic pics that came from those shows….

mourning what we could’ve had rn💔

[helplessautomaton]

WC 876

addon to the last post abt yandere daisuke,, sorry gang i lowkey forgor. also, i dont think i can keep using ingame screenshots for the header so i might ditch that because i don't want to use outside sources. tbf i could just draw my own for that- anyways!

i straight up forgot about the please aspect and did not take advantage of that! mightve gotten cared away, apologies hehe, also this is my last post for today, sorry

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its gonna start off slow with daisuke, he just wants praise from the people around him who know better! he just wants to know hes doing a good job so please tell him he is. as his obsession starts to grow hes unaware of his expression with his eyes. staring at you, expecting— wanting praise, just to give him that extra boost. as time progresses along with his attachment towards you, no matter what part you have in the crew, he tries to help you. his cheery smile making it hard to resist and say no. gently grabbing your hands while you two take a break, blabbering on about what he managed to do and going off topic about whatever. all this while he has a golden smile directed at you, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners to match.

when you hang around swansea and daisuke, you semi-jokingly praise him to give him more of a boost. its sends him over the moon to know hes doing right by you! swansea makes little teasing comments when daisuke is out of ear. as he starts to get more conscious of his obsession with you, he acts on it more knowingly. trying to push the buttons he know works even when its starting wear off and you hesitantly go along with it.

he wants to share his happiness you give to him, he wants to see you happy. at this point you are his world and hes not willing to give that up to anyone. even if it makes him a little uncharacteristicly harsh to the other crew members. he doesnt risk what he doesnt have to, even if curly or anya warm up to you the same way he originally started out. thats not to say it doesn't tug at daisuke and makes him annoyed, he knows its not rational but for jimmy he is justified if he dares to try anything. i feel like he would over look or straight up not notice if swansea treat you very slightly better because lets be honest, hes probably getting that same deal as well. theres so much daisuke wants to do but due to the environment he cant, but him stealing a packet or two of sugar just for you can make up for it.

really at this point, daisuke is at your beck n call whether you want it or not, hes so attached he refuses to let go. hes still his usual self when hes only with you, optimistic and bright eyed. even if swansea is hitting him in the back of the head to make him focus. but during this point everyone is starting to notice daisuke's behavior and the frustration sets in. even if curly tries to redirect him back to speed, daisuke needs you. attempting to praise him just to get him to do his job wont exactly work if you have to speed off to your intended chores. jimmy's comments start to become more sharp as he glares at the both of you while all you can do is look away, really just not wanting this either.

after the crash, he uses his tears to just get something, mostly he wants reassurance to refresh his optimism. especially when he gets drunk on the mouthwash, he cant help it, hes still doing a good job despite it all, right? he tries his best to keep you content in anyway shape or form, even if it means hiding you away from everyone for a little while. afterall, what can he do anymore. so please, just let him make you smile for sometime before the situation breaks back through to reality.

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"daisuke can you please keep on? youre doing a wonderful job we can go on a break soon." you try to charm your way through, swansea was getting more snappy at the both of you. daisuke's let his smile takeover, his eyes crinkling, nodding he continues under whatever swansea needs him to do. the tension in the room was clear, your jaw was tensed up, this had been the 6th day you had to do this. you worked beside anya not swansea, yet daisuke needed you or else youd be hearing complaints from 4 people of the crew out of 5. you werent even paying attention to the way either swansea or daisuke worked on whatever they were working on, yet daisuke called out to you. "alright i think we got it all done for now, swansea said im good to get on break now."

you sighed slightly and let daisuke lead the way, joking and telling you whatever crossed his mind. "i was doing a good job right?" his quiet voice snapped you back to where you were at, stopping just in time so you didnt accidentally knock over daisuke. "uhh,, yeah, it did look like you were, um, working hard! just keep doing what swansea wants you to do."

daisuke looks over to you, watching you carefully with his eyes before he breaks out into a usual smile and carries on with going into the lounge.

[nuggeteri]

pour @jean-phillipedelaporte

(for my best french friend except it's in English let's go.)

(I take any and all requests about the life series.)

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Scott took a step back.

He was in the Cod Lands.

He didn't know why, per say. A few hours ago, he could've asked his council and they'd probably have given him a dozen good reasons for him to be here. But right at this moment, Scott didn't think any reason would be worth endangering Jimmy.

Or, well, the Codfather, but he insisted on being referred to as Jimmy by Scott, for some weird reason. Even if he got all riled up whenever Fwhip dared to utter that name. He guessed that came with allyship.

It didn't matter either way--he didn't even know if that offer still stood true or not. He definitely wasn't allied with Fwhip anymore, his standing with Gem was shaky at best, and he's still not solved the conflict between him and Shubble. If he had the misfortune of fucking it all up, Jimmy definitely could take him in a fight.

Which was a weird thought, wasn't it? The Cod Lands had always been made fun of for being the weakest Empire. Standing here, though, Scott couldn't help but feel as though power meant nothing if he didn't have allies.

Katherine wouldn't help him in a war--she'd be allied with his ennemies. And Jimmy actually had many allies, like the Copper King, Queen Lizzie and King Joel.

He's spiraling, he knew this. It didn't stop him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" A voice interrupted his thought process--it couldn't be anyone other than Jimmy. And he sounded so friendly, Scott didn't even know why he was spiraling in the first place.

(A step back and frost on the ground told him exactly why, but he gulped and ignored it. He had things to do here---though he couldn't remember what.)

"You're not helping your case here." He said instead of voicing any of his thoughts. Why would he ever, anyway? Jimmy just looked at him--brows furrowing making the confusion crystal clear on his face. "What case?"

"With the nickels." He clarified and Jimmy just groaned---getting a chuckle out of Scott.

"What do you want anyway Scott?" He asked to change the subject. Scott let's him--he'd let Jimmy do anything.

"I can't quite recall," He answered honestly.

"It has been a while since we've seen each other. We can just hang out."

The reminder hit him right in the gut.

He hadn't seen anyone in a while because he'd been away doing his pity party in the Wastes, leaving his council in charge while he figured out his powers. Not like he ever did, anyway.

"We can't." Scott answered, once more, honestly. "I'm a busy man." Which is not all that honest, but it would get the job done...

"Busy visiting my Empire?" And that is the worse. Jimmy is not calling him out on his bullshit, his voice is filled with pure curiosity. Scott plays on it. "We don't have a lot of books on mer-above-land culture."

Which wasn't untrue.

"The Cod Lands are young, my apologies. We don't have many historians yet."

Yet they could beat him in a war, because Scott didn't have allies.

He sighed and looked over the horizon--it being the ocean. As an Avian, he could see further than most species, meaning he could see the outline of the Ocean Empire from here.

"Rivendell has always loved writing. I don't doubt I could send some journalists your way, then?" He proposed, because while he was curious---he also didn't want to make his visit worthless.

(There was Jimmy. How could anything ever be worthless if there was Jimmy? Scott's really selfish, isn't he?)

"That wouldn't bother me at all. More exposure, really. My Empire also loves writing, mostly stories though."

Rivendell... Doesn't actually have many fiction writing, really. Autobiographies, sure, plenty of poems and historical books, but very few novels. "You've peeked my attention."

"The Cod Empire is just approaching it's fifteen birthday. Most our authors are teens, believe it or not. Creating romance between mer, because they have never seen it depicted. It's quite sweet. I don't imagine they have the talent of full fledged Rivendell authors, though." Jimmy didn't know that Rivendell didn't actually have any novel authors. He doesn't break the news to him yet, though.

"Have some faith, art is art. I have never seen mer love stories. Care to share?"

"It can vary a lot. From coral to kelp, hot and cold waters, sand dust and gravel, mud and dirt. Ice, too."

Ice?

"Ice?"

"Yeah, well, ice is water, is it not? Water magic can still control it."

"Really?" He can't help but thinks about his magic. "How come you haven't shown it in Rivendell?"

"That would be an act of war, wouldn't it? Affecting the environment without consent." He said and Scott can't help but think about the many empires he's accidentally frozen. "But we also kinda did. The pond, the cod never really died when it got frozen over, did they?"

Jimmy knew about that? It wasn't the time to dwell on it, though, because Jimmy was.. right.

His hands start to form fists. He can feel ice spreading on his palm and he didn't want it to get out of control.

"Come on, big guy, let me see," The Codfather said as he approached Scott--Scott took one step back, simply one, which is why Jimmy gets to him and softly takes his hand.

In a matter of seconds, it all melts back to water.

"See? Ice doesn't only have sharp edges."

[madamevirgo]

Could i dare request rebecca Ferguson X her younger actress girlfriend? Like she is the new Hollywood face and its always in something doing awesome roles?

And becca goes with her to the oscars to see her winning for the first time and they are so lovey dovey for each other

Promises

Pairing: Rebecca Ferguson x (f!)reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: angst, softness, cheesiness, my writing

A/N: I want you all to know that I immediately started writing this after I finished writing & posting the Lady Jessica one. At around 5am, at its 6pm now. Also, I was going to pair this one with a similar request, but then I got sooo many ideas for this. I loved loved writing this! Thank you for the request :)

I put on my best smile as I stepped in front of the live audience where Jimmy Fallon was waiting for me. I was here to promote my new film, a romcom. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our first guest tonight Y/n L/n!” I danced my way to the small podium and kissed both of Jimmy’s cheeks, taking the time to blow some kisses to the crowd before settling down on the chair.

“Wow, what an energetic audience,” I said with a laugh as the crowd cheered. 

“That’s right! The last time I interviewed you was during COVID.” He realized 

“Right, I did it with sweatpants on and from the comfort of my place.” He laughed at that. 

“I mean I’ll wear sweatpants next time if you do.” He said, and I extended a hand for a handshake to seal the deal. “Another thing that’s changed is you weren’t an Academy Award Nominee the last time we talked.” And I laughed as the crowd cheered. 

“It’s been quite a journey, Jimmy.” I giggled, feeling heat rush to my face.

“I’ll say! Let’s take a look here.” He reached down to grab a file and I leaned over to see what else he was hiding. He swatted me away playfully and I pouted. “Right, so since the last time we met, you appeared in a Marvel production, a role you’re set to reprise. You became a series regular for a book adaptation, appeared in three music videos, starred in a RomCom, attended the Met Gala, and got nominated for 5 awards, including the best leading actress. And still found the time to see me today.” He pretended to be out of breath, making me and the crowd laugh. 

“I’ll always have time for you, Jimmy,” I said with a sweet smile. 

“See! That’s what I’m talking about. This sweetness that you’re known for, I can’t wait to see it in the RomCom.” the crowd applauded. 

“I wouldn’t count on it. My character is quite different from me.” I said secretively. “And that’s all I’ll say about that. Go watch the movie if you want to know more.” I added as he opened his mouth to no doubt get more information.

“Okay, that's fair. But since we’re on the subject of love,” I rolled my eyes at that, knowing where he was going. “Is there a special someone in your life right now? One you’ll be seeing the movie with?” He added devilishly. 

“Well, there are multiple loved ones I’ll be seeing the movie with.” This caused the crowd to boo at me and I laughed. “Look, all I know is that I’m very happy right now and not lacking love in my life,” I said with a smile. 

“I guess your happiness is what matters ultimately.” He said with a sigh, making me laugh. 

“Thanks, Jimmy,” I said as I squeezed his hand softly. The crowd awed

“Alright, enough cheesiness. We’re taking a quick break, and when we come back - Y/n and I will be playing a game.” He said before turning to me to continue the conversation we were having before going on air, as the crew rushed in. 

———————

I let out a sigh as I was finally able to take off my heels after a long day, before dropping on the couch in my hotel room. Today was the last day of our press tour. We had just flown in from Paris last night and after an early morning, we spent the day running around New York for interviews. Some of them, I did alone - others with my costar who thankfully was a gem. 

Still, it had been an exhausting few weeks, and day - and there was only one thing that I wanted right now. I reached the coffee table where I had dropped my handbag and searched for my phone. I composed a number I knew by heart and waited. 

“Hello?” Instantly, my eyes lit up and a smile appeared on my face. 

“Hi, honey.” I started as I got comfortable on the couch. “Can I FaceTime you?” As soon as I’d uttered the words, I received a request to switch to video. One I was more than happy to accept. 

My smile immediately widened as the face of my girlfriend appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the same as having her with me, but it would have to do for now. 

“There you are,” I whispered

“There you are.” She echoed back and we shared a soft smile. From the looks of it, she had just woken up from a nap on set. I recognized her trailer, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that she was in the UK, in a different timezone. 

“I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to speak these past few days,” I said softly 

“This is the life we signed up for, Y/n/n.” She said with a soft smile, although her eyes lacked the glint that they usually had. Something was wrong. “I wish we could always be together, but that’s not possible.” She whispered.

This caused me to frown. “Rex? What’s this about? This is only a busy time in our lives, and frankly, we’ve overcome bigger issues.” I said. “You’re done promoting Dune: Part 2, and you’ll finish filming Silo soon. After that, we’ll have some time to ourselves before the crazy starts back again. We just have to get through award season and then things will settle.” I said convincingly. 

“You’re right. It’s just - I was watching your interviews and it sucked to see you avoiding all questions regarding your love life. With the distance, it kinda feels like we’re not together anymore.” She sighs and suddenly lets out a humourless laugh. “This is so stupid, we’ve been dating for two, almost three years! I shouldn’t be so bothered by the distance. I must be getting my fucking period or something.” 

“Rebecca,” I say as my voice breaks. I had no idea she felt like that and seeing her so distraught, broke my heart. 

“I’m sorry, honey.” She says with that same humourless laugh that I despise. It doesn’t hold a candle to her real one. “I guess the long filming hours and going back and forth between Silo and promoting Dune has gotten to me more than I thought.” She sighs and rubs her eyes. 

“Maybe I could-” I’m interrupted by a knock on her trailer door. As she goes to open it, I hear voices, before she reappears on the screen, to end the call no doubt. 

“I’m sorry baby, they’re waiting for me in the writers’ room. I’ll talk to you later, ya?” I nod softly, the lump in my throat preventing me from speaking. She smiles at me before ending the call. 

As I stare at the hotel’s ceiling, I make a decision. 

———-

The second I step outside the airport, I’m greeted by the seemingly permanent English rain. It didn’t take me long, after my call with Rebecca had ended to get my things in order and get on a flight to the UK, where she was filming. 

Thankfully, the press tour for my movie had ended, because that would have put me in a very difficult situation, what with having to cancel some appearances. My girlfriend was sad, and nothing was going to stop me from getting to her. 

As I got into the cab that my assistant had arranged for me, I felt grateful that no reporters were around to hound me. It was still quite early and my disguise of a hoodie and sunglasses protected me long enough from the sight of the few of them lingering around. 

I didn’t spend much time at the hotel. Just enough for a shower and a change of clothes, before I was once again back on the road towards her filming location. I was let into the premises without too much of a hassle. I had the foresight to reach out to Rex’s assistant on the flight over and she had been able to grant me access, and before long I was being led to my girlfriend’s trailer by her assistant. 

“She just finished filming so she’s already in her trailer. I didn’t tell her you were coming as you asked, so she’ll be quite surprised.” She talked quietly. 

It was still early morning on set, some people were either starting to wake up or getting in from filming all night.

“How has she been doing?” I had a vague idea, but I wanted to hear it from someone who was with her when I couldn’t. 

“She’s been exhausting herself a lot. The press tour for Dune is over, but she’s still doing a lot with filming and being an executive director here.” She said sadly, and I nodded. “I’m glad you’re here Y/n. It’ll do her good to see you. I cleared her schedule for the day, so you could at least get some rest together. I know you’ve been busy too. I spoke to your assistant.” She said sternly and I rolled my eyes. These two. 

We arrived at the trailer and my heart started beating a little faster. “Thanks, Kelly, I owe you one,” I said to the assistant as I slipped inside the trailer. 

It didn’t take me long to find her around the vast camper. She was in bed, seemingly asleep. I approached her quietly and sat on the other side which had been left untouched. The side of the bed I usually slept on at home. 

I rubbed her shoulder gently, to not scare her. She opened her eyes softly and looked around, slightly disoriented before settling on me. I smiled. 

“Hi, my love,” I whispered. She stared at me for a few seconds, before sitting up and grabbing my face with both hands. 

“Y/n/n?” She said with wide eyes. “Are you really here?” She asked, roaming over my face and caressing my cheeks as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. 

“I’m here, Rex,” I replied with a smile before she latched herself to me in a hug, making me laugh. 

“How? Why?” She asked in the crook of my neck.

“You sounded so sad on FaceTime, I had to make sure you were okay. Plus, I missed you - so I grabbed the first flight here.” I explained as I tightened my hug and kissed her forehead. 

“Thank you.” She whispered. 

“Let’s get some sleep, and then we can talk about what you’re feeling. Okay?” I felt her nod and rearranged our positions so we were lying down. She immediately spooned me. 

For the first time in months, we slept together peacefully. 

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When I woke up, I felt much more at peace. I slowly opened my eyes with a smile, one which widened when I met the eyes of my girlfriend.

“You’re staring,” I whispered, my smile not leaving my face.

She put a hand on my cheek and caressed softly, before leaning down to put her lips on mine. Once we separated, she put her forehead on mine.

“How are you feeling?” I mumbled, not wanting to break the trance we were in.

“How are you feeling? She mumbled back, and I smiled.

“Better now that I’m here.” she rolled her eyes and scoffed. 

“Sap,” she said before taking a break. “Last night, I- It was a lot wasn’t it.” she finished. 

“No, you expressing how you feel will never be a lot or too much,” I added hurriedly. “It just kinda felt like you were on the verge of ending things,” I said quietly, I felt my heart beating widely as I held my breath. 

“Ending things? Y/n. Y/n/n, look at me.” she said as she grabbed my face in both hands forcing me to look at her. “I. Love. You. and it’s because I love you that I am finding our current situation so hard. Not being able to be with you or have you with me in front of everybody to celebrate our achievements. Or how we have to act single or like we’re just friends. I hate reading about the people they’re linking you to romantically. I just want to scream ‘She’s mine. Back off.’ And it’s kinda killing me.” she said as she leaned against the headboard. 

“I am yours,” I said as I grabbed her hands, willing myself not to cry. 

“I know baby. Just like I know you understand and feel the same way,” she said as I looked down. We stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of our predicament and what was being stolen from us. 

“The Oscars,” I suddenly said with renewed hope, as she looked at me in confusion. “I know we’re both technically going with our own cast - but would you go with me as my date,” I asked before quickly adding. “Unless - maybe our agents are right and we sh-” she interrupted me as I felt the doubt take over. 

“They’re not. And we should have never let them silence our love,” she said. “Of course, I’ll go with you. We’ll pose on the red carpet, I’ll kiss you in front of the camera lights and when you win - no one will cheer louder than me,” she said with a wide smile. I was quick to tackle her to the bed, kissing her all over her face. 

Her laughter made my heart sing. 

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This was not how I wanted the day to go. I was supposed to wake up bright and early, have some breakfast from her favourite cafe in the city delivered to her hotel room at the same time that she would receive the huge bouquet I had ordered weeks in advance.  Then, as we both got ready in our own hotel, we’d be texting like teenagers going on a first date, right until the red carpet. There, I’d see her and rush to her without a care in the world. I would tell her how beautiful she looks and we’d pose for pictures and kiss. Interviewers would have questions about our relationship, and we’d laugh our way through them. Rebecca, answering with her usual charm and wit, and me with heart eyes solely focused on her. 

Instead, my flight from Toronto had been delayed and I was rushing to get ready. I wouldn’t make it to the red carpet on time, with this traffic, only being able to slide in as the awards started. 

I had spoken to Rex when I landed and obviously, she hadn’t been happy.

“Hi, honey! Where are you, it’s kinda loud,” she said joyfully. I could hear the rushing around as her glam team worked. 

“I’m at the airport,” I said and closed my eyes, as there was silence on the other end. 

“I’m guessing you’re not going to make it to the red carpet?” she asked, and my lack of answer confirmed the statement. “Of course, it would’ve been too easy. It was stupid to hope th-” She cut herself off and let out a sigh. 

“Rex, don’t say that. This is nothing, we still hav-” she interrupted me as I tried to fix things desperately.

“I have to go. I’ll see you there.” and with that, she ended the call. 

She hadn’t answered any of my calls or replied to my texts since then. I wanted to believe that they had taken her phone away so they could focus on getting ready, but my anxiety was telling me something else. 

The car rolled up to the venue and I was quickly rushed inside and to my seat as the host was in the middle of his opening monologue. 

“And here comes Y/n L/n, everyone. She’s nominated for best leading actress tonight, ladies and gentlemen.” the audience clapped and I tried to calm my heart as my face appeared on the big screens. But the host wasn’t quite done with me, yet. “Doesn’t she look beautiful? Straight from a fairytale. Although, if I recall correctly, Cinderella rushed out of the ball, not to it.” he said as the audience laughed and I felt myself wanting to die. 

Thankfully he moved on, and the ceremony started. I was almost breaking my neck trying to find Rebecca, and when I did, I tried to catch her eyes - to convey how sorry I was. But she never glanced my way. I was so lost in thought that I would have missed my category coming up if it wasn’t for my costar grabbing my hand in support. 

I held my breath as the nominees were listed. And when I heard my name being called, I felt myself freeze, before being lifted in a hug and passed around from one costar to another. I willed myself to put one foot in front of another as I approached the podium under the congratulations and applause. 

I was almost to the stage when I glanced left and saw Rebecca’s face with a wide smile, clapping widely. That’s one promise that had been kept today. 

She looked beautiful, and it was as if I were in a trance as I approached her. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of her. She looked at me with a soft smile and with anticipation in her eyes, and that was all the invitation I needed to kiss her in front of all of Hollywood. That was another promise kept. 

And later on, when I posed for pictures with my Oscar and I danced at the after party, she was right there with me, as we kept our promises to each other. 

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“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n and I’ll be reading your tweets,” I said with a smile as I reached into the fish bowl for the first one. 

“Okay, this one is from @lesbianstan2000: Do you think Rebecca Ferguson uses The Voice on Y/n L/n?” I read before letting out a laugh. “She doesn’t need to. I’ll happily do whatever she asks.” I say as I wink into the camera. 

[theocddiaries]

Bruce: Face it, Dick. Our family is fucked up. Dick: How dare you say that!? [Jason arrives home dragging a bare Christmas tree] Jason: Dad, I need 20 bucks so I can tell my boss I sold these trees… And 50 bucks to fix a guy's windshield. Bruce: Hm... Exhibit A. Damian: I looked everywhere and I still can't find Ace. [sobbing]. What if he's dead? Bruce: Then he's the luckiest in the family. Dick: Bruce, shut up in this instant. Honey, he didn't mean that. Jason: Seriously, Dad, I need that money. That guy said he might sue you. Bruce: He better starts soon. [Tim comes in running] Tim: Jimmy Fitzsimmons is coming to kill me! Bruce: Well, there you go, perfect score! Let's just bring all the bad news at once! Santa Claus is coming early this year! [thudding] [From outside] Margie: Hey! Wayne! Where is the little spawn who hurt my son?! Bruce [sighs]: Great. [Gets out the house to meet the parent]. Can I help you? Margie: Your kid almost killed my kid. Bruce: He looks pretty alive to me. Margie: He tried to get my son to rob the church! Tim: That's not true! Jimmy: Yes, it is, you liar! Jason: Hey, leave my brother alone! Jimmy: Hey, you're the one who almost ran me over! Damian: Go away, Fitzsimmons! Jimmy: Mum, that one tried to gouge my eyes out! Margie: Christ, Wayne, are all your kids psychos? Bruce: Hey! Nobody calls my kids psychos except me! Tim: Thanks, Dad. Bruce: Shut up! Dick: You've got some nerve coming to our house on Christmas Eve to insult us and invent things about my brother. You owe us an apology, lady. Margie [Mockingly]: Uuuh, 'an apology', someone went to college. Dick: Yeah, I did. Tim: He didn't finish it, though. Dick: I swear, all the fucking times… Margie: You should've minded your own business, you nosey bi-- Bruce: I dare you to finish that sentence if you want your great-great-grandchildren to keep paying mine what you’ll owe me when I sue you for even the smallest infraction since you tainted the world with your birth. Margie: Jesus Christ, these people are crazy. [Leaving with his kid]. Your whole family's crazy! Bruce: I've got the best family in this whole goddamn town! And don't you ever come back! [Slams the door shut]. Jason: You mean that about us? Bruce: I absolutely do. You all right, chum? Dick [Smiling, knowingly]: Yes. Fine. Tim [Hugs Bruce by the waist]: Thanks, Dad. Bruce: OK, all right, all right. [Pats his head]. Dick [Whispers]: Were you saying earlier? Bruce: Alright… I got some good kids. Jason: Considering who raised us. Bruce [Ruffles his hair]: Despite that, yes, you're OK.

[hopepetal]

Boagem,,,,

Hi Bee applestruda I totally agree

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Autumn came, and with it came a pleasant chill in the air and large, fluffy clouds carried by a lazy breeze. Leaves turning to fiery colours fell from the trees to the ground, adding a delightful crunch to the ambient sounds of travel. Five pairs of feet walked over the leafy path, one in particular stopping by a stand-out patch of purple-blue. Scarred hands gently plucked one of the late blooming lilacs, a grin lighting up dark green eyes as they examined the flower.

“Scar!” Impulse's voice, cheerful and hearty, called out. “You comin', man?”

Scar straightened up, eyes blowing wide open at how far away the others had gotten while he was picking flowers. “Hey! Guys, wait up!” He jogged up to the group before settling back into a casual pace. “I can't believe you were just gonna leave me like that!” he jokingly complained.

“We still can!” Grian chirped, “it's not too late!”

Scar stuck his tongue out at Grian, who made a face back. Scar huffed playfully at that, crossing his arms. “Well, if you're gonna be like that, I'm not gonna give you these flowers!” he teased, watching Grian's eyes widen.

“Give me those!” Grian squawked, trying to grab them from Scar's hand. Unfortunately for him, he was short and Scar was not, so the taller man simply held them above his head.

“Say pleeeease~!” Scar sang out, letting out his little breathy chuckle, a bouncy sound just as signature as his crooked smile.

Grian crossed his arms, glaring playfully up at Scar. “May I please have the flowers, Scar?” he asked, and Scar gracefully nodded.

“Here you are, my good man!” Scar exclaimed, handing the flowers to Grian with a flourish. Grian snatched the flowers and took a moment to admire them before tucking them behind his ear, nestling them carefully against the feathers of his ear wings.

Mumbo laughed, looking Grian up and down. “Looking great, G. Really adds some colour to your outfit,” he teased, and Grian smacked him with a wing.

Pearl turned around, already laughing. “Alright ladies, break it up. If we want to get these apples before fall is over, we gotta pick up the pace and stop it with the infighting.”

“I'm not going to listen to you!” Grian quipped, and Pearl picked an apple off the tree and threw it at his head. He dodged, of course, but she made her point well enough. “Okay, Pearl, void! No need to be so violent! Absolutely crazy, that woman,” he muttered playfully to Mumbo and Scar.

They made their way through the rows of apple trees before deciding on one. Pearl handed Impulse her bag before carefully climbing up into the tree, going higher and higher until she had practically disappeared into the leaves. “The best ones are at the top!” she called, upon hearing Impulse's confusion. “Right, Impy– catch!”

Impulse yelped as Pearl threw an apple down to him, just barely managing to catch it before placing it in the bag. “I don't know how I feel about being the catcher!” he called up to Pearl, “I feel like this is just an excuse to try and hit me in the face with apples!”

Pearl cackled, giving him no real answer as she threw another apple down for him to catch.

Meanwhile, Grian had decided to try and hop up onto Scar's shoulders in order to get the apples that were higher up. Of course, in his classic Grian style, he hadn't informed Scar of that decision beforehand, leading to the two almost falling over. Mumbo laughed at them as he picked his own apples by hand.

Impulse did, in fact, get hit in the face with an apple. Only once, though. Grian and Scar ended up eating more apples than they put in their bags. Mumbo's head sprout accidentally grew an apple that Scar dared Grian to take a bite out of, much to Mumbo's horror.

They ran into Tango and Jimmy on the tail end of their apple picking adventure, and of course Grian tried stealing an apple from Jimmy.

“Don't you dare!” Jimmy snapped, smacking Grian's hand away. “Tango worked so hard to get these for us!”

Tango squeaked, his tail flicking back and forth. “Hey man, I was just– I was just doin' my job, y'know? Climbing trees is fun, too. I don't do it often.”

Pearl gestured at Tango, looking at Impulse. “See? He gets me!”

Impulse rubbed the sore spot on his forehead where he had been beaned with an apple. “Yeah, well, Tango isn't dropping apples on Jimmy's face!”

Pearl snickered, her wings fluttering slightly. “That was an accident, Impulse!” she exclaimed, though the tone of her voice made it very clear that it had been on purpose. “And! And, I apologized!”

Impulse grinned. “Well, you're not forgiven.”

Tango sucked in a dramatic breath through his teeth. “Ooooh, that's rough. Impulse over here holds a grudge like no one else, y'know. He never forgets.”

“I'm still mad from the time you set my pants on fire,” Impulse grumbled.

“That was ten years ago–!”

Jimmy grabbed Tango's arm. “You did what?!”

“Ten years ago!” Tango yelped, and the whole group devolved into cackling laughter.

They said their goodbyes and went to go pay for their apples, and by popular demand, bought some fresh cider donuts as well. The group sat at one of the tables outside, happily munching away at their donuts and chatting about their most recent adventures.

It was a wonderful fall day. The first of many yet to come.

[whoopsies-daisies]

I can't stop thinking about it so... Here's an analysis of why i believe David Bowie's "space oddity" may have been taken as inspiration for the game Mouthwashing.

So, i feel like even though it could fit the game as a whole as well, this song best describes Curly, and his mental state throughout the game. If you've never listened to the song before, I'd suggest doing so before reading this. Not necessarily because you wouldn't understand it otherwise, but because it fucking slaps. The lyrics are in order, but the game events might not be chronological because of that. Some of the lyrics will have much more in-depth descriptions than others.

The song starts off by repeating the lyric "Ground control to major Tom... Ground control to major Tom..." In this scenario, i picture Curly as major Tom and, unsurprisingly, Anya as ground control. I do think other characters fit the role of "ground control" at points, but it's mostly Anya. Anya is warning Curly about Jimmy, and the lyric repeating relates to how her pleads for help remain unheard pre-crash.

"this it ground control to major Tom, you've really made the grade, and the papers want to know who's shirts you wear." This lyric feels very connected to Curly's success as a pilot. In this lyric i picture ground control as either Pony Express, communicating through the letter from corporate stating his promotion, or Jimmy and his envy/inferiority complex towards curly. Depending on the perspective, it could be taken as either sincere or sarcastic.

"now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare" I don't have a perfect connection for this one as it is just an extension of the previous lyric, but it could relate to the idea of Jimmy feeling like he's being abandoned by Curly, the capsule in this scenario being Jimmy and the crew. Sort of like he's saying "fine, leave me, i dare you."

"this is major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door, and I'm floating in the most peculiar way. And the stars look very different today" was a bit of a tricky one but I'm thinking it has to do with the hallucinations/psychotic episode he experienced right before Jimmy's psych eval. Sort of like how the minute he stepped out of the door, he started seeing things.

"for here, am i sitting in a tin can, far above the world" seems indicative of how curly feels trapped (like being in a tin can,) both on the ship and in his job/life. The lyric is repeated multiple times throughout the song, and although the meaning changes each time, the overarching theme of feeling trapped seems present in each of them.

"planet earth is blue, and there's nothing i can do." is definitely connected to Curly's helplessness through it all. His inability to help anya, or to stop the crash, or to do much of anything after the crash due to his injuries. There's nothing he can do about what's happening, no matter how badly he wants to fix it.

"though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still." this could be another example of Curly feeling trapped in his position. He's exceeded or met his goals, yet still feels empty about it. It took him so long to get here, yet he's gained very little from it, and just wants to escape.

"and i think my spaceship knows which way to go." i think this represents Curly's misplaced trust in Jimmy before the crash and how Jimmy was supposed to be steering the ship.

"tell my wife i love her very much, she knows." in this scenario i picture anya as the "wife" and him saying "i love her" as him apologizing. It represents how he sees his mistakes and wants to apologize.

"ground control to major tom, your circuit's dead, there's something wrong, can you hear me major Tom? Can you hear me major Tom?" Ok this is my absolute favorite one, because it's literally the dead pixel metaphor rephrased. Once again, ground control is Anya and major Tom is curly. Anya is trying to tell Curly about the "circuit" or the dead pixel, referring to Jimmy, and the lyrics after, asking "can you hear me major tom" is sort of like how she wasn't able to get through to him either about Jimmy or the pixel.

and the final lyric. "Here am i floating round my tin can, far above the moon. Planet earth is blue, and there's nothing i can do." This is a representation of Curly's acceptance. The tin can could be either the ship as a whole or the cryopod. "Planet earth is blue and there's nothing i can do" is no longer regret, it is now a statement of mourning, for his crew and likely for himself as well.

I tried my best with this, guys. I'm not an analysis person so again, this could be really terrible and I'd have no clue! But if you made it this far, i hope you see my vision at least a little bit.

(@verdantwyrm come get yr juice 😋)

[mineonmain]

A concise (and biased) summary of GMMTV 2025 Pt.1 shows (2/2)

In no particular order:

11. Cat For Cash (Firstkhao, Cat Cafe AU (?), Magical Realism AU. This is the fluffy romcom that firstkhao and all the Soms have been praying for. Enough angst and crying, let them be cute and fall in love!! Also Khao cat confirmed!! I don't make the rules. Silly but cute) 6/10

12. Girls Rules (NamtanFilm, MilkLove, ViewMim. Jojo said he supports women's rights, and women's wrongs, and he's so valid for that. Love seeing women in a male dominated field. Female Only Friends, dare I say?) 6/10

13. Boys In Love (High school AU. Debuting Mick Metas, aka baby Win Metawin, and we all cheered! also featuring a lot of babies, presumably the newest crop of gmmtv recruits, and so far i'm not mad about it. I'll have to wait and see how they actually do. Classic 3 high school couple stories, general sweetness all around) 8/10

14. My Magic Prophecy (JimmySea, Doctor AU, Urban Fantasy AU. I'm personally not the biggest JimmySea girlie so this doesn't do anything for me, but I know there's people out there who are loving this, and i'm so happy for them. Jimmy is a doctor (what a concept) and Sea can see the future sort of? So what happens when Sea tries to change the future for someone he is close to?) 4/10

15. A Dog and A Place (Taynew, side MarcPoon. New is a flight attendant, and Tay is just some random clown, and since Tay owes a debt to New, he agrees to stalk New's bf and find out if he's cheating on New or not. Silly ahhh goofy ahh show, for anyone looking for a light watch and a laugh) 4/10

16. Memoir of Rati (GreatInn, side AouBoom. Historical AU, absolutely serving I Feel You Linger In The Air minus the time travel. I'm sorry to say but this is the genre of show that Earthmix deserved, we need them in a period piece STAT. That being said, it does look beautiful, it looks worth watching for the aesthetics itself) 5/10

17. Me and Thee (PondPhuwin, side PerthSanta. Photography AU, Mafia AU, except it's on crack??? looks so funny and they both do comedy so well with each other honestly i'm just having such a giggle. Can't wait for this one. Big mafia bossman Pond needs help of 'ordinary guy' Phuwin to learn how to seduce. Shenanigans ensue) 8/10

18. Ticket To Heaven (FourthGemini, Historical AU (sort of), Church AU. P'AOF COME FUCKING THRU I SAY. This is what i've been waiting for. Repressed seminary boy meets rebellious new kid, and struggles to come to terms with his sexuality while being in the church and close to God. As much as I would love for FourthGem to exercise their skills with new directors, i'm so happy to see them working with Aof again bc I just know he knows how to bring out the best in them. Fourth is absolutely going to kill this role, he's in his actor bag and i'm so proud of him. I can't wait to see how he pulls this off) 11/10

BONUS!! Purely non-queer shows:

19. I Love 'A Lot Of' You (NanonMind. Mind has DID with 5 distinct personalities, and Nanon is hired by her father to make all versions of her fall in love with him. Not sure why, but an interesting premise to use for a show, that's for sure) 3/10

20. WU (SkyNanin bromance, Boxer AU, Magical Realism AU. Sky is some kind of psychic/fortune teller, and he enlists down and out boxer Nani to protect him. I never watched Frenemy myself but I've heard nothing but amazing things about both of their acting, esp Sky. So if you need a reason to try this show out, it's Sky's phenomenal acting chops) 9/10

[watchingblsnowandforever]

My (mostly regularly) updated GMMTV 2025 lineup in order of my preference: (they understood the assignment and kept only 1.5 het shows so my work is easier)

Cat for Cash: I am looking forward to this so much you have no idea. FirstKhao in a series with only fluff and found family? A literal dream come true, honestly.

Me and Thee: UNO reverse NLMG meets KinnPorsche with PondPhuwin? Consider me SEATED. I am absolutely here for this and this will become my entire personality. This is your warning <3

A Dog and A Plane: The name could use some work but it seems promising. I have a soft spot for TayNew and just getting off the high of Peaceful Property, and they have never disappointed me. The premise is a little eyebrow-raising, but it's just the pilot so lot of time for fine tuning. Also- MarcPoon.

Ticket to Heaven: This is in between Excited and Hopeful because I absolutely adore GemFourth, and they are brilliant actors, especially Fourth, but no angst for me, thanks. I do understand religious guilt, but I'm not Catholic and I didn't grow up very religious (I mean don't get me wrong my mom is super religious but my dad is agnostic at best so I grew up in this weird middle ground and now I don't believe in God, not really. As it is, my religion is polytheistic.) So I can't wait to see this but I'm also gonna gently poke at it like it's a wild bear first.

Dare You to Death: I love a good mystery, but that's not what drew me to this. JoongDunk did. From a switch in their dynamics in THK to a switch back, this got me hooked. And as I said: mystery.

Whale Store xoxo: cute slice of life fluff with MilkLove? YES. I am a tiny bit weary though, since the last time I was so excited for a MilkLove series, it turned out... well. Not as I'd expected. I still am hopeful, though.

That Summer: WinnySatang? In a Disney BL. Hmm. I wanna see how this turns out, especially for the side couple. Generally speaking, I am not a fan of the amnesia trope (they have three of those lined up like. why.) but I might just like this.

Memoir of Rati: GreatInn? In a historical BL/ period drama?...go on.

My Romance Scammer: Gay rights and gay wrongs all in one place. Need I say more?

Boys in Love: True high school fluff is what I live for. Okay, maybe not entirely true, but I really did like the trailer, and I do love my fluff.

My Magic Prophecy: Someone in GMMTV watched Agatha All Along, and used the theme of tarot cards and fortune telling to cope with Lillia's death. Jokes aside, I like JimmySea and Jimmy playing a doctor is just so funny to me, I might just watch it for the irony. And also, they deserve better after Last Twilight (why, P'Aof.)

Burnout: I will watch this if not for anything else, then the Not Me nostalgia. And Gun in black lipstick and a lip ring. I might stop after a few eps to wait out until it finishes airing though, cause Love Triangle is definitely not for me.

Mu-Te-Luv: Fortune telling, fate, tarots, blah blah blah. Some het, some queer, I'll see which ones I watch (hint: won't be the het ones). Gives me 7 Project vibes, honestly.

Head 2 Head: What in the Bad Buddy. For anyone who hasn't watched the trailers: this is a Bad Buddy rip off, but the parents want them to get along, and one of them has a weird clairvoyant thing going on. Oh, and everyone is studying fashion designing. And the side couple is exes to lovers.

Girl Rules: I see messy lesbians and bisexuals, but I also hear misogyny and patriarchy. Only Friends GL version. I didn't really like Only Friends so-

Only Friends: Dream On: Maybe.

Wu: I have no idea what this is, but it kinda intrigued me. Little bit.

Love You Teacher: Um.

Melody of Secrets: Horror or psychological thriller is not really my thing so I will mostly be ignoring this unless I find something that piques my interest.

[memeapple2]

Aqua teen hunger force starters :^)

"YOU DARE DISRESPECT THE WORDS OF THE MIGHTY JIMMY!"

"You look at them and tell me there's a god!"

"I'm an adult and I deserve an adult glass"

"You don't own space, so stop actin like you do!"

"Okay have a crappy weekend I hope your house burns down."

"It don't matter. None of this matters."

"I'm just sayin' that if you continue rippin' off my idea, my unique graphics, someone's face is gonna get ripped off. And that ain't a threat, that's a guarantee."

"GENTLEMEN BEHOLDI HAVE LOST WEIGHT!"

"I am 30 or 40 years old I do not need this!"

"Its a groovy time for a movie time!"

"Hell, no, I pay no bills. I pay you no mind!"

"That says the bibble."

"Well, I'm just glad you finally learned some responsibility. In the most ass way possible."

"Are you the guy who keeps telling me to "Beware"? 'Cause I'll tell you where to be! Outta my sight!"

"God has allowed me to live another day and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem."

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO SUCK IT!? I DON'T HEAR NO GLUG GLUG GLUG!!"

“I’m gonna start dropping F-bombs. Listen to this: Fart you, fart head.”

“I don’t have any real dolls, I prefer to use my infinite imagination… cause I ain’t got no damn money.”

“We do whatever we want, to whomever we want, at all times.”

“It’s not Dracula, it’s just a damn school bus!”

“Hey, which one of y’all left the door open? And tore it off the hinges, and threw it in the yard?”

“You better run, boy! And bring back some chocolate syrup, too. Or your fate is sealed.”

"Where you should have a brain there's just a cavity that keeps you afloat. Isn't THAT something to be really proud of."

"Oh no, so what you're saying is this is a mystery and we have to go solve it, right? I scheduled this day off over two weeks ago. I made a memo."

"You're about to not have a mouth! And I mean it! I'LL RIP IT OFF!"

"You think you're gonna live forever, but you won't. Someone'll kill ya. Someone'll kill ya with a knife."

"Teeth are for gay people. That's why fairies come and get them."

"He needs his brain or else he's just going to float around saying 'do what now.'"

"Well, that was fun. I'm gonna take a nap now, and then I think I'm gonna call, uh, some hospitals."

"It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell's half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forced into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!"

"I must say... bacon aside, this is the best damn sandwich I've ever had in my life."

"Hell no! That sumbitch had an axe!"

"Why do you disappoint me?? Second by second, you waste my time."

"The only reason God doesn't erase you from the face of the earth is beacuse you amuse him somehow!"

GOD YOU SUCK AT BASKETBALL!"

"GO BACK TO YOUR MAMA!"

"LORDY LORDY LOOK WHO'S TURNING 4040!"

"This cord was plugged into my house and your house was glowing like the freaking sun! So I put two and two together there... and decided that you're pissing me off!"

"Now, I am not a violent person. But I would kill somebody, in front of they own grandmother, for a ten-speed."

"The blood bank is an evil pyramid scheme perpetrated by Dracula and his night slaves."

"Only us adults can say hell, damn, bitch, and ass. So get your helling, damn ass over to that bitching, damn room dammit!"

"This will only hurt for a second... but damn will it hurt."

"Well I'm in business. Business of kicking your ass, and let me tell ya, business is booming. I'm open for business, business of giving you the business... up your butt. Business is good."

"People like me. Because I force them to. With violence."

"you can't tell me im drunk, thats between me and god"

"Yeah, I keep the blinds closed, so it's kinda disorienting. But you know, I don't want the government in my business."

"Now why don't you go back to the time before Christ, AKA next door."

"You are the gayest monster since gay came to gaytown."

"You're lucky I'm thoughtful enough to throw my anger at the media, and not your buttocks!"

[igotanidea]

Gifts: Dick Grayson x reader

christmas bingo day 12: gifts

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„I thought we said no presents this year?” Y/N frowned looking at the pile of packages under the tree in her apartment.

„Oh those?” Dick laughed getting up from the floor „all empty, it’s just a decoration. You know, I was raised as an only child in Wayne Manor. I’m used to something more -”

„Dick Grayson, don;t you dare finishing that sentence!” the frown on her face and arms crossed over her chest should have been enough of a warning, but he didn’t really care.

„-lavish.”

As on command, they both looked at Y/N’s old artificial Christmas tree that most definitely saw better times. The branches were shabby and thinned and the balls did really poor job at hiding it. Most of the times she didn’t care about how it looked, focusing rather on creating warm holiday atmosphere and uplifting the spirits, but now, with such comment coming from him and the weight of the world on her shoulders it hit hard. Possibly harder than he ever intended, and stupid unwanted tears brimmed in her eyes.

„Y/N! Oh my god, Y/N, sunshine I didn’t mean-” he stuttered, shocked and terrified by her reaction. „I was just-”

„Well I’m sorry your girlfriend is poor as a church mouse.” she sobbed „i;m sorry your girlfriend cannot afford a lot of things you got used to while living in a billionaire house! I’m sorry I’m a shame and disgrace and -”

„Oh my god.” Dick almost rolled his eyes at her theatricals, reading right through her little performance. ‘You’re a drama queen, you know that?” his hands found a way to her shoulders and pulled her into his chest, his body shaking a little from the laugher she joined soon enough. „Unbelievable.”

„In the best way I hope?” tiniest smirk appeared on her face as she slightly moved away from him and looked up, squinting and tilting her head rakishly.

„You know you are -”

„I swear if you’re going to say I’m your present I might have to kiss you.”

„Oh no! Don’t threaten me with a good time, princess.” he lift her chin with index finger forcing her to look even higher. „I might actually give in and then what?” his eyes flickered „besides, are you sure, you’re not wearing something pretty underneath all those layers just for me? I think I’d like to unwrap my present now....” Dick muttered, purposefully turning his voice deeper, hoarse and sensual adding a little bit of teasing touch here and there trying to make her relent.

„Have you been listening to the Jimmy Fallon’s new Christmas song?” she wriggled out, not without effort and giving him a knowing look before bursting out laughing at the view of his unshameful grin.

„Obviously. Those are masterpieces!”

„There were like two of them Dick...”

„Two masterpieces! Did you listen to them?”

„Please don;t start singing-” her begging was cut short as Dick put on the Spotify playlist and started doing exactly that, making her dance wildly around the apartment.

It's Christmas time, my dear,

And we said no gifts this yearI got one question if you'd let meWhat did you get me?

As Dick got through the last line of the first verse his expectant gaze landed on her.

„I hate Christmas shopping” she chuckled reaching to the cupboard and retrieving a little package. „You know me too well.”

„Cupboard? Really?” he grabbed it in an instant with a grace worthy of a Nightwing, spinning it around and inspecting carefully. „It’s way beyond your level, Y/N. I’m disappointed.”

„Really?” she raised an eyebrow „where did you hide mine?”

„What makes you think -?” she shot him a ice cold gaze and got hands raised in surrender in return „ok, fine! Fine!” he turned towards the storage room grabbing the neatly packed bundle and handing it to her with a bow „milady.”

„Well thank you, fair knight.” she chuckled bowing „hey Dick?”

„Yeah, sunshine?”

„Maybe we should drop the no gifts policy what do think? I can;t remember a single year when we actually stuck to it...”

„Are we both liars then?”

„No. Not at all. I think - but it’s very bold assumption - that we might be in love! Can you believe it!?”

„No way! What makes you say that?!”

„Nothing. Absolutely nothing....” she mumbled a second before his lips met hers in a gentle kiss, replacing all the unnecessary words.   

[writefullyrobin]

3x05 – The Sins of My Caretaker thoughts

Consequences arrived a plenty in this ep!

Firstly Aunt Ginger’s gonna need a new resting place!

Secondly, Sheila’s regret at unleashing the monster sex machine that is Jody was hilarious. She did not think her plan through beyond her own gratification. Her confessions to the nun she’s got at her house in hospice was hysterical! I loved that the nun was posting about Sheila’s sins online!

Kev thinks Karen messed Lip up because he’s not enjoying the little relationship moments with Mandy. You’ve really gotta give it to the man. He’s not the smartest cookie but he sees things as they are and isn’t afraid to say it. Kev is absolutely right. I like Lip and Mandy together but do I see them going long term? No. Mandy’s more invested in this relationship than Lip. Lip is the Karen of his relationship with Mandy. I don’t think he means to be but he is.

Kev and Veronica are asking Veronica’s mother to help them have a baby? Um… OK?...

Jimmy-Steve absolutely broke this ep. As amusing as Fiona and Jimmy-Steve’s tit for tat argument while one is trying to find a body was, I can see both sides and both come out looking pretty selfish. Jimmy-Steve is a grown up, Fiona shouldn’t have to drop everything to pander to his needs. He’s wound up helping her in some pretty crazy family situations. More than anyone, Fiona should understand how parent’s actions can mess with your head. She wasn’t the most sympathetic but he turned around and slept with Este so there are no winners in this, only losers. 

Unless something changes, this just shows while they’re very passionate about one another, they don’t have a whole lot else keeping them together.

Ned wanted Ian to rob his own house but you know what I can forgive him for asking because OMG it gave me the best scene ever!!

MICKEY KISSED IAN?! And then flipped him the bird lol! I genuinely forgot until it happened that they’ve never kissed before. They’ve got a relationship where their intimacy doesn’t necessarily need to be physical, I just never really missed the lack of kissing. They show intimacy in plenty of other ways, Like their eye contact is ridiculous! Ian basically daring Mickey to make a move if he’s jealous of Ned and staring him down but Mickey nearly unable to look at him properly. Ian doesn’t push Mickey’s boundaries, he just lays out where he is and let’s Mickey decide if he wants to meet him there. Such a well written couple.

It was a brilliant first kiss too. Very them and Ian’s stunned face was just *chef’s kiss*. Adorable. Until Mickey got shot. Again.

And of course, CPS choose now to show up! I was wondering when they’d get around to it but jeez, talk about the worst moment…

[theconstellationprincess]

House and Home

Chapter 9: Peace

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Sorry this took so long! Life happens. Have some fluff! @froggymarsh :)

Pix couldn't keep the grin off his face as Joel and Jimmy managed to squeeze either side of him in the closet. Lizzie's voice was slowly counting down just mere feet away, and he could hear the grin in her voice. It's late, far too late to be up playing games, and yet here they were.

"Ready or not, here I come!" Lizzie cheered from outside the door, and Joel giggled. Pix bit his lip after shushing him as Lizzie's footsteps grew louder and louder until-

The door was thrown open and they shrieked, spilling out on top of each other and scurrying away. Lizzie manages to grab Jimmy and tosses him onto the bed, Joel quickly following, and then she corners Pix. He puts his arms up, laughing so hard his sides hurt as he pleads with her, "D-Don't! I surrender!" But his pleas fall on deaf ears as Lizzie scoops him up and throws him onto the bed with the others.

It's at least another hour until they've all settled, albeit still with the occasional giggle fit, and Pix feels, for the first time in Death knows how long, truly happy. "I love you guys," He mumbles sleepily, squished between Joel and Lizzie. Jimmy coos and sits up, blowing a kiss to Pix with a smile.

"I love you too!" Jimmy replies teasingly, crawling over Lizzie to pepper Pix's face with kisses until he's laughing again. "We. All. Love. You!" Kiss after kiss, until Pix is red faced and breathless from laughter. Joel and Lizzie press twin kisses to his temples and he blushes even harder.

"You guys," He says softly, embarrassed but pleased. It's nice- having friends who care. Who show they care. "Stop it."

"Hmm," Lizzie hums, giving him a long look. "How about no?” She teases, and they all descend into laughter again. They stay cuddling for a while, until Joel and Jimmy have drifted to sleep, and Lizzie is halfway there. As tired as he is, Pix can’t fall asleep, so he hums some quiet songs of rest and relaxation, taking immense satisfaction in the way his friend’s faces smooth out as their sleep deepens.

He should check in on them. He’s been selfish this whole trip- it’s supposed to be about everyone coming together, overcoming differences so they can be a unit against Xornoth, but Pix has been incredibly focused on himself and his problems. In fact, a lot of people have been focused on Pix and his problems, which is not productive.

He knew it was a mistake when he packed his regression gear. He could have shoved it deep down for the week and then been fine, but no. He had to go and make several scenes that probably made everyone uncomfortable and-

Pix carefully crawled out of the bed, tiptoeing to the door and slipping into the hallway. He gently closed the door behind him, and turned around to find Sausage staring at him. Pix froze, hardly daring to breathe as he looked at the emperor who he had helped take care of their friends with several times.

“Pixlriffs.” Sausage greeted daintily, “Come with me.” And well, how was Pix supposed to refuse? He followed Sausage to one of the doors he had not yet been behind, entering when prompted to do so. Gem and Fwhip sat on the bed inside, surrounded by flowers that were slowly being made into clumsy crowns. He took a few steps closer, hearing Sausage enter the room behind him, and waved at the two siblings.

Fwhip looked at him with wide eyes, and made grabby hands at him. Pix smiled softly, he was back in familiar territory. Pix sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to crush any of the petals, allowing Fwhip to clamber into his lap and babble about- Pix titled his head… sandcastles? Something about sand, at the very least. Gem gave him a shy smile, which Pix returned. Gem was a little slower to warm up to new caregivers, she was a big fan of routine, but they had done this same song and dance many times, and Pix knew all it took was patience.

“Which of these flowers do you like best, hmm?” Pix asked Fwhip quietly, collecting the ones he clumsily pointed at in a small pile. Gem called over Sausage, using his head to measure the flower crown she was working on.

Pix began to weave a crown for Fwhip, letting clumsy hands give him flowers while his own practiced one’s connected them smoothly. Gem scooted a bit closer, and he could feel her watching his hands, until she turned away to try to replicate his motions.

It was peaceful, and Pix could feel all the stress of this trip slowly melting away. He had been regressing for a long time, but it hardly ever left him relaxed afterwards, he almost always ended up coming out of headspace in an anxious mess. And perhaps that could change, now that the others knew, now that he knew there would be people there for him but… Caregiving soothed something deep in his soul, and he found it far easier than regressing. He loved this, taking care of his friends, taking care of anyone, really.

Pix ruffled Fwhip’s hair and attached the next flower a little slower, well aware of the second set of eyes on him.

[theselightsareblinding]

GMMTV 2025 series review

In order of how much I’m looking forward to them:

Ticket to Heaven (GeminiFourth): this combination of actors + director + themes, literally perfection, not much more to say about this series. If this goes right they’ll be doing something big, they have the ingredients to make one of the best BLs ever.

A Dog and a Plane (TayNew): as per usual with TayNew I have so many thoughts about this I could write an essay. There were things I loved about the trailer and things I’m not so sure about yet. It has Tay and New and MarcPoon which were two of the couples I was looking forward to see the most in another series so it’s a yes. And I’m so looking forward to all the bickering and the silliness.

Me and Thee (PondPhuwin): the romcom kings are back yayy. I’m so excited for this, silly shady businessman Pond learning how to flirt? I love it, it suits him so much. I’m so ready to get another 12 episodes of Pond Phuwin just being cute and funny together. And Perth Santa as a bonus? Please let them be a side couple here, I need something to look forward to, to make up for their actual series.

Memoir of Rati (GreatInn): this is exactly what Great Inn deserved, I’m so happy for them. Period dramas are not my favorite but I’ll watch if it’s interesting and this is. They’re going to do such a great job, I’m sure, and I can’t wait to see it.

Burnout Syndrome (OffGun): I feel like I should be more excited about this, I have been waiting for Nuchy to direct a new series for a long time, I’ve putting it on my wishes list every year. I guess when the expectations are too high it’s difficult to meet them. Also I despise love triangles, I can’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m watching this, there’s no way I’m not, but I hope the actual series gives me a bit more. I trust Nuchy to do a great job.

This trailer made me realize something regarding official couples. I have my favorites, who I can watch over and over in different series and still want more, like TayNew, JoongDunk… But if it’s one I simply like and they have too many series non stop I end up becoming a bit tired, it happened with EarthMix and I think it’s happening with OffGun too. Dew and Gun ending up together would be a great solution, just saying.

Dare You to Death (JoongDunk): love it, of course I’ll be watching. A bit of role reverse too, with Dunk being the stoic one this time, it’s good to keep things interesting.

My Magic Prophecy (JimmySea): this is when the continuous tarot cards started to get weird, why is this a thing now, is P’Tha into dark magic recently? Are they selling a tarot deck per bl couple? I don’t understand. Apart from that, even if I disliked how Last Twilight ended, one sure thing I got from it is that Jimmy and Sea know how to act well, and this looks great, cohabitation with a bit of fantasy and suspense, perfect.

Melody of Secrets (ForceBook): I was starting to get a bit tired of ForceBook too but their chemistry is so good and this big range change helps a lot too. And I come from watching them in Peaceful Property and I loved them there. I don’t even know what was happening or what is this about but it looked so cool, I’m definitely interested.

That Summer (WinnySatang): Yes. Not my favorite actors but they have improved so much and their chemistry too. I liked the story, the vibes, the beach. Mond’s side couple too.

Love You Teacher (PerthSanta): don’t get me started on this, I wanted to cry when I saw the fucking age regression. Before the trailer I didn’t even think PerthSanta was happening, and I was so happy because I feel like they have so much potential together, and directed by Dome, but then… I can stand children, I can stand amnesia, but Santa being 7 years old?? Why? Watching anyway but scared it’s going to get too weird.

Whale Store xoxo (MilkLove): This looks so cute, the characters suit them. Typical deceiving plot where one of them hides something the whole time (her parents own the supermarket chain that’s going to put the store out of business is what I’m guessing) but I’m not mad at it, if it makes sense to hide it.

Cat for Cash (FirstKhaotung): so cute! What FirstKhao deserve after becoming the official gmmtv high heat couple, to rest and be silly and pet a bunch of cats.

My Romance Scammer (JuniorMark, OhmFluke): I’ve never been an Ohm fan, I’m sorry. Tbh the only one actor I like here is Junior. But the plot looks soo fun, so I’ll probably give them a chance. 

I Love A Lot of You (Nanon): Nanon looks great, I love his acting and I miss him, I’m watching.

Wu (SkyNani): I guess they’re testing the waters, I’m impressed by gmmtv’s quick response on this, I was doubting they’ll be able to prepare an actual trailer for them. I don’t mind romance or bromance, they have chemistry and are good actors so I’m in. And I love stories about fate and red threads.

Girl Rules: I’ll watch everything GL and especially NamtanFilm but the Only Friends style is not my cup of tea. But very happy this exists, I support women’s rights and wrongs. 

Head 2 Head (SeaKeen): so Bad Buddy but they study fashion, and they also race cars? and one of them sees the future? I don’t feel any connection to the couple but at least the plot doesn’t seem boring. It depends, if I don’t have too much to watch when it airs I’ll watch it.

Only Friends 2 (EarthMix, OhmLeng and JossGawin): I don’t think I’m watching this, maybe, if after watching the vampire series I get infatuated with JossGawin. But at the moment none of the couples or the plot interests me.

Mu-Te-Luv: too much happening here, when the official trailer is out I’ll see if it is interesting enough. So maybe.

Boys in Love: I don’t think so, even with Papang Podd in it.

[shakesbeth]

A James Dean Smut (18+) | Fanfic

*Sigh* Yeah... I had my ''obsessed with James Dean'' phase.

Enjoy!

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''James!'' I muffled my laughter into the back of his coat as we both walked up the stairs. James still had his mischievous grin on his face, and a half-lit cigarette between his lips. He held my hand possessively and at the same time with a childlike delicacy. Standing on tiptoe, I tried my best not to make any noise, holding my breath with each step — as if that would help in any way — unlike James, who climbed almost skipping up the stairs, making the wood creak under his feet.

“You’re going to wake up the whole building like that.”

“Shhh.” He stopped and turned to me, the glow of the cigarette making his eyes sparkle. “I always know what I’m doing, baby.” I smiled at his smug statement, and continued following him.

The walls of the building smelled of mold in certain places, and everywhere else there was an uncomfortable stench. I just hoped the apartment we were going to was in better condition. And it was.

James suddenly stopped in front of a simple door—just like all the others in the hallway—, a bit dirty, and opened it. He felt with his hand on the wall next to it, when I heard a click and the whole room lit up in front of me. I was pulled inside and the door closed behind me. The apartment itself was more like a single room. I blinked quickly and repeatedly, until I got used to the brightness. Right at the entrance there was a wooden table and bench against the wall, with some drawings stacked on top. Above it was a bookshelf—also attached to the wall—that stretched out on the sides, full of books. And right next to it was a simple bed, with black sheets on top. The walls and ceiling were white, and apart from the round window covered by the curtain and a bull's horn hanging from it, there was nothing else to be noticed. It was extremely simple. And now I understood why, even after he was already living in Los Angeles and could afford to live in much better and bigger places, Jimmy still kept this apartment rented: it was perfect for an actor to work in. Small, cozy, with nothing too ornate that could distract him from creating and studying the character he was going to play. It was simply perfect.

''Did you like it?'' James asked mockingly. He was standing next to the table, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His hands were inside his coat. He was staring at me as if to say, “I dare you to fill this place with flattery.” I responded with the same look and said, ''It’s simple and beautiful, mysterious and cozy. Like you.''

He raised his eyebrow and frowned, looking at me with his eyes almost closed, then threw his head back and laughed out loud.

I just rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“It seems my compliment had an effect.”

“You know me so well, my love!” he said, still laughing.

���Indeed.”

In fact, I knew him just as well as he knew me. Although I never knew which James I would meet from time to time. One moment he was romantic, the next he was rude. One day he would act like a spoiled baby, the next he would be the bad boy who didn't care about anything or anyone—except me. He was completely unpredictable. And I loved him for it. We were made for each other. I knew it. James knew it. The whole world knew it. That was how they portrayed us together in magazines, newspapers, and on television: James, the male version of Rosalyn, and Rosalyn, the female version of James. And maybe we were. He tossed the cigarette butt away and took off his coat, laying it on the table. I did the same. We were dressed the same: a long-sleeved striped shirt, jeans, and sneakers—the only difference was that my pants came up a little above my ankles, which I liked that way.

James noticed it too and shook his head in mock reprimand, then raised his hand and signaled for me to turn around. I stood on my tiptoes and turned around once, twice, smiling. When I stopped and looked at him again, James was staring at me with a sparkle in his eyes, and desire. He stared at me, biting his lips lightly, absorbed in looking me up and down several times very slowly, as if absorbing detail by detail of me — just for him. It was as if I were the Goddess, and he was the devoted servant. And I was ready to be worshipped. Without thinking twice, I approached him in a few steps. Our bodies were millimeters away from each other now. I could feel his hot breath hitting my face. James then put a hand behind my head and pulled me forcefully towards him, sealing our lips in a kiss.

I sighed loudly. I could taste his strong cigarette, and his strong cigarette smell enveloped me completely. James continued to hold my head tightly in place while he attacked my mouth with lascivious kisses. His other hand went around my waist until it stopped on my hip, giving it a strong squeeze—eliciting a loud moan from me—pulling the rest of my body closer. Now that we were pressed against each other, I could feel his hard member poking me through my jeans. My left hand was tangled in his soft hair, alternating between rough pulls and tender touches, eliciting a soft moan from him. With the other, I made my way to the hem of his shirt and slipped my hand underneath, scratching his warm chest with my fingernail. James groaned loudly this time. I smiled into the kiss at his reaction and scratched him again, hearing, delighted, another moan. I started by slowly grinding my hips, lightly brushing against his very hard member, then harder. James groaned and pressed his mouth even tighter against mine. I was already running out of breath from his kisses. And so was he; I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly under my hand. The first chance I got, I pulled hard on his lower lip with my teeth, eliciting a groan of pain from him. He opened his eyes and saw me staring back at him, smiling, satisfied with his reaction. “Rosalyn…” he whispered. Before he could do anything else, I initiated another kiss, pressing my chest against his. My nipples were already hard from being rubbed by the material of his shirt and from excitement. This time, I controlled the rhythm and strength of the kiss. My tongue dictated the rhythm of his. And I knew that would irritate him, a lot. James liked to be in charge of the kiss, always, and he didn’t accept otherwise — even though I knew that me taking control secretly excited him. I heard him growl hoarsely, then I felt both his arms over mine, roughly pulling me away from him. I moaned at the lack of contact and opened my eyes, surrendered. Although James had some irritation visible on his handsome face, he couldn't hide his excitement. His pupils were dilated, his blond hair all messy and sexy, his mouth half open, taking in air unevenly, his strong, warm chest rising and falling quickly.

''Take off your shirt.'' he ordered. His husky voice made my hair stand on end. I bit my lip and pulled my shirt up, throwing it somewhere behind me. I was braless — as always. James's gaze automatically fell on my exposed breasts. He gave one of them a firm squeeze, then grabbed me and threw me onto the bed behind him, climbing on top of it right after. “I'm the one who tells you what to do here,” he said, taking off his shirt and throwing it away. He was already barefoot, and he quickly took off my socks and sneakers. “I know you like it. And fuck it,” I retorted. He raised his hand and slapped me across the face, turning my face to the side with the force of the impact. I moaned loudly, first from the burning I felt — that would soon turn super red —, then from the pleasure. I turned my face away and stared at him defiantly, biting my lips as I tried to hide the smile that was forming. "Son of a bitch," he commented. "Yeah, I know you like that." "You son of a bitch. Maybe," I answered casually. James unbuttoned my pants and began to pull them down my legs carefully, until they came off—joining the rest on the floor afterwards. I was also without panties—as always. James bit his lips at the sight, then ran his hand around them, not close enough, just to tease me. He never took his eyes off me. From my excited gaze on him, my mouth half-open between a smile and a lip bite, my flushed face and red cheeks, my breasts exposed at his mercy. He looked at me as if I were the most beautiful being in the universe. And during those moments we had, I truly believed it. I threw my arms on the mattress above my head and began to crawl my feet over it, then I lifted my legs and rested my feet on his bare chest, massaging it lightly. James took off his pants, then his underwear, throwing both of them on the floor as well. His member jumped out at once, and James sighed in relief. I bit my lip when I saw his hard cock, ready for me, right in front of me. I tried to get up to take it in my hand, but was interrupted by a stinging slap on the side of my thigh. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, lying back on the mattress. James spread my legs and lowered himself over me, until he was at the height of my neck and began to give me light bites and hickeys. His hot breath hit close to my ear, making me roll my eyes. His member was touching my thigh, the tip already a little wet with pre-cum. I lifted my hips and began to grind beneath him, but I was soon interrupted by a growl in my ear and a strong hand that grabbed me and pulled me back down. "Shhh. Quiet." he whispered, staring at me, then turned his attention back to my neck. This time he bit a little harder, running his tongue over it to soothe the burning sensation, changing the side of my neck. Tomorrow I would be covered in purple marks. He held both my arms raised above my head with one hand, while with the other he began to squeeze my left breast. He alternated between light squeezes, followed by a pinch and a twist at the tip of the nipple, and holding it whole in the palm of his hand. I squeezed it tightly between my legs. How I wished there was a mirror on the ceiling right now.

James trailed his kisses down my collarbone, around my shoulders, running his tongue along the front of my neck, and continued until he reached my other breast, mouthing it eagerly. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement. My body was already hot, and with his on top of mine, it was almost unbearable. I needed some friction now, or I would go crazy. “James.” I moaned. “James.” “Yes,” he asked, never taking his eyes and attention off my breasts. “Eat me out” I said. “For the love of God, eat me out now or I’ll die.” Unlike most people, I didn’t see a problem in begging if it would benefit me in the end. James stopped sucking my breast and immediately lifted his head. His pupils now covered almost all of the blue of his eyes, leaving only a thin, light blue outline. He stared at me for a few seconds, then bit his lip hard. “Beg me again.” — he ordered. His gaze seemed to cover me completely, eager for the slightest reaction from me.

“Please, Jimmy,” I begged, moaning his nickname at the end. I felt his hips move slightly with that. I sighed and continued. “Eat me out. Just like you know how to do. The way I like it. Let me cum moaning your name. Come on, love.” — his hand had loosened its grip on my arms. I removed one hand and placed it on his flushed face, outlining the line of his jaw with my finger.

James took his hand from my chest and held mine, giving it a quick kiss. Then he kissed me. His two hands went around my waist on both sides until they reached my two bent and raised thighs, squeezing them tightly. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

“I love you so much,” he whispered between the kiss. Then he separated our swollen and red lips and winked at me. He lowered his head again, this time with light kisses all over my belly. He reached my belly — leaving light kisses there —, then lowered himself even further. And then with the most shameless look in the world, James spread my legs even further with his hands. He brought his nose closer to my pussy and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes quickly and sighing in wonder. "You smell so good," he commented, then ran a finger from my entrance to my clitoris, making me moan softly. Then he licked his finger, looking into my eyes. "And it's delicious too. Hmm." Still staring at me, James gave a long, wide lick all over my pussy, stopping at my clitoris. He began to suck with precision. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. I felt him insert a finger, pump a few times, pull it out and return with two. He would insert his fingers all the way, then pull it out completely and repeat this several times. His tongue on my clitoris was tireless. He released hot puffs with his mouth, making me even wetter.

My hands went to his hair, grabbing a clump and pulling it down hard, earning a hoarse moan from him. His free hand went to my left breast, once again massaging and twisting my already sensitive nipple with his fingertips. “Oh, James!” I moaned. My hips had started to buck involuntarily in his mouth. James stuck three fingers inside me now, I was so excited I was stretching easily for him. He curled his fingers inside me, reaching that area that always gave me the most pleasure during penetration. I spread my legs even wider, to the point where they started to hurt, but that didn’t matter now. I let go of James’ hair and leaned on both forearms in order to have a better view. James’ eyes were half-open, focused on what he was doing. His hair caressing my thighs, his tongue sucking on my overstimulated clitoris, his fingers going in and out of me. The sensation was more than incredible. I moaned his name like crazy, I was moving my hips fast now, and my legs were wide open to leave my clit exposed to James. I was going to cum soon. I was practically smiling with so much pleasure I was feeling. That hot and delicious sensation was getting stronger and stronger… "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" I moaned loudly, throwing my body back. I came, grinding in his mouth. Then James squeezed my clit between two fingers and rubbed them up and down, in order to prolong my pleasure. "I love it when you moan my name like that," he said, looking at me lying on the bed. "Yeah. I know," I replied, a little breathless. My legs were closed and bent up. James held my hips and turned them to the side, holding them steady. With his other hand, he held his member and pumped a few times. He got closer to my wet entrance and penetrated me completely.

We moaned loudly in unison. I rolled my eyes the first time. Without delay, James began to thrust in and out of me quickly, continuing with just his head inside me and going all the way back in. Each time he thrust into me, I was pushed back, my head bobbing along with it. I held the sheets with my hands on either side of my body. His gaze was fixed on my breasts bouncing with each thrust. The harder James thrust into me the louder I moaned, closing my eyes to concentrate on that wonderful sensation. James' hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place with each thrust harder than the last. He moaned my name and bit his lip, while my breasts continued to bounce up, down, up, down. Then James stopped and pulled my body towards him. "Ride me," he said. That husky, excited voice could tell me to do anything right now and I would do it without thinking twice. He closed my legs around his waist and turned us both over. He was now lying on his back on the bed, while I was on my knees on his hips, with his delicious cock still inside me. He knew that I love to be on top, so without wasting any time, I started to move up and down on top of him, delighted that my favorite position still allowed for deeper penetration. His hands gripped my flexed thighs tightly, then moved to my hips, helping to increase the speed of penetration. I rested one hand on his chest, while with the other I held his balls from behind, massaging them lightly. James moaned loudly at that. He took one hand off my hip and began to massage my clitoris with two fingers. I relaxed my mouth and let any moan or sigh - no matter how small - come out. My hair covered my face a little, which, along with my body, was covered in a thin layer of sweat. But none of that mattered. I was about to cum again. James looked at me mesmerized. His gaze varied between my closed eyes, my half-open mouth moaning his name madly and my breasts bouncing even faster now. His flushed and sweaty face managed to make him even more beautiful than he already was. His strong, warm body kept me trapped there: going up and down tirelessly on top of his hard, wet cock in my soaking pussy. I realized I was going to cum and stopped moving. I held my hair tightly and let that incredible feeling fill me again. James didn't stop moving his fingers until I couldn't take it anymore and had to close my legs to make him stop. I felt my walls squeeze his cock still inside, making him moan along with me. After the sensation ended, I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. It was a smile of masculine satisfaction that I had seen many times before. After all, he had already made me cum twice in a row. He reached up on the table next to the bed and took out the box of matches and the pack of cigarettes. Then I understood what he was going to do. "You… Damn…" I whispered, mostly to myself. James heard that and laughed. Of course he would do his favorite trick in front of me before continuing to fuck me today. James knew that that turned me on. Just like everything he did while smoking. Son of a bitch. James stuck the unlit cigarette in his mouth and lit the match next, putting it in too. Then he pulled the lit cigarette and the unlit match out of his mouth. He threw the burnt match on the floor and took a long drag on the cigarette, releasing the smoke in my direction. I couldn't resist and bit my lip, feeling my pussy squeezing his cock. James sighed in ecstasy. He pulled me off of him and put me on all fours. I rested my head on the mattress, arching myself as much as possible for him. I turned my face to the side and saw him analyzing me up and down while pumping his cock with his hand. And he still had that damn—incredible—cigarette in his mouth, puffing smoke like a chimney. I bit my lip and rested my forehead on the mattress. James finally came closer and penetrated me from behind. We moaned together. He held my hips with both hands and penetrated me again. I moaned meaningless words, James, James, Jimmy… And he penetrated me hard, fast, driven by the loud moans I gave with each deeper thrust.

Then I felt a loud crack and a burning sensation on my ass. Then a slap on the other side. And again, and again, and again. His hands stopped to caress the marked area, massaging it lightly, and then he delivered another slap — this time even harder. I screamed and bit my lip.

“More?” he asked.

“More,” I begged.

I heard James chuckle before returning with his open hand on my ass. And another, and another, and another stinging slap. I moaned from the pain, the sound of the slap on my flesh, the burning I felt every time his hips met my ass. And he continued to penetrate me without stopping. Soon, soon he would cum too, I could already feel it.

James pressed his chest against my back, making my red ass burn even more. His hand stopped on my scalp and pulled my head back hard. He pressed his face against mine and began to moan hoarsely in my ear. I rolled my eyes and sighed in delight. His voice was so sexy… After a while he pulled away and brought his hand back to my clit. And I was lost. I came again, his name stuck in my throat. My pussy squeezed his cock again, and then James came. He pulled his cock out of me just in time to cum on my back. I sighed softly as I felt his hot liquid run down my body. He let out one last hoarse moan before throwing himself on top of me. He turned me around and kissed me. I tasted myself and moaned into his mouth.

Half an hour later, we were both lying on the floor. Our clothes formed a patched carpet underneath.

James was lying on his back, humming some random song with his eyes closed, and I was lying on top of him, watching him in silence. His short, unruly blond hair — all messy and even sexier now after we had sex —, his eyebrows, neither too thick nor too thin, but perfectly shaped for his face; his small, delicate nose; his well-shaped, soft mouth, his lower lip thicker than the upper one; his square, well-defined jaw; his sexy neck, even more so now, all exposed to me; his entire body, a boy and a man at the same time, who can act both delicate and violent with the same ease.

“You’re perfect,” I said.

James opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling.

“You’re perfect,” he replied. He raised his hand and caressed my cheek.

“I don’t have blue eyes,” I smiled and shook my head.

“No. You have green eyes, which makes a person much more sensual. ''he replied. ''especially if that person is the most beautiful girl in the world. I laughed and kissed him. James sat up and pulled me to sit on his lap, his other hand caressing my neck as he deepened the kiss. James Dean. We were made for each other. I know it. You know it. The whole world knows it. I wrap my arms around his neck and caress the back of his neck, receiving a weak moan of satisfaction. — Oh, James…

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My, my... Reading this years after I wrote it... I'm good at this, huh?

[chrono-renard]

The meeting of the emperors was in full swing when Scott out of the corner of his ear heard some joke with the meaning that “the blood of young deer is good for rejuvenation.” But the joker immediately came up with the next question, turning to Smajor. Ah, Emperor Sausage...

— Scott, I would like to ask a personal question. - Sausage says not loudly, but with a sly smile on his lips, - Tell me, are you a virgin?

Scott, who clearly did not expect such a question, only raises his eyebrow in a questioning gesture, looking at Sausage with obvious reproach. Extremely hoping that somewhere deep in his soul he is at least a little ashamed for such a question in such a society of all the emperors of the server. Although, “conscience” was not exactly the Sausage Chess Knight. And Joel has already killed all the horses on the server...

Sausage smiled flirtatiously, adding:

— Don’t worry, we won’t deprive you. For our theory, which deer blood is best for rejuvenation.

Fwip laughed quietly, as if trying to relieve the tension in the air between Scott’s heavy gaze and Sausage’s malicious gaze:

— If I were you, I would be worried, otherwise his look does not bode well. — catching a hard look now on himself, the red-haired man shook his head, — I mean, you too, are in some way a deer.

While Scott, along with Katherine, scolded both those sitting at the table for their tactless behavior, Lizzie, who was sitting not far from Scott, looked with a grin at Jimmy, who was looking embarrassedly at the table.

— Don’t you dare not say a word, — Jimmy gurgled in the watery language, looking reproachfully at his sister’s satisfied look.