#but it's shot like Kevin Can F Himself

[autism-swagger]

So here's what's been nagging at me recently: It's offhandedly mentioned in season 1 that Skye is a high school dropout. Does she ever like. Get her GED? At any point in her life?? Does it happen offscreen or something? Or did this government institution/gang of fugitives hire (and eventually temporarily give the position of director of the entire agency to) someone without a high school diploma. Yeah SHIELD is fictional, but you still need a diploma to work for the government.

Also that's another thing. Does SHIELD pay her?? In season 1 it's a recognized branch of the government, so they definitely pay their employees at that point, but I doubt she has a bank account. I don't think she even has a social security number. I'm pretty sure she's not even an American citizen.

[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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[waffle-meringue]

Inspired by Trelkez's Self-Curated Vidshow Challenge, we decided to each make a vidshow of each other's vids. This is a vidshow curated by @tafadhali using the works of @periru3. We also made one together using both of our works.

Unprodigal Daughters (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) — "Disenchanted daughter and this train cannot move fast enough"

The Bullpen (Avatar: The Last Airbender) — "Forget the bull in the china shop, I'm the china doll in the bullpen"

Rose Garden (Revolutionary Girl Utena) — "When you take you gotta give so live and let live or let go"

Hard Out Here (Mad Men) — "It's hard out here for a bitch"

Angry Too (Chucky) — "Does it get your blood boiling? / Does it make you see red?"

Eat Them (multifandom) — "I could puke you up, you and your misogyny"

Body Terror Song (Nimona) — "Oh how they'll screw you, all up and over, then feed you silence for dessert"

After All (Everything Everywhere All at Once) — "Go ahead, push your luck"

Lost on You (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) — "So let's raise a glass / To all the the things I've lost on you"

Ain't That Bad (The Favourite) — "I woke up after two shots of whiskey / Guess what, I don't even see you there"

King of Anything (Overboard) — "You've got opinions, man / We're all entitled to 'em, but I never asked"

The Rooster Can F**k Himself (Kevin Can F**k Himself) — "The very next morning, the chicken decides to / Make her escape, get a taste of freedom"

Maneater (multifandom) — "Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up"

Whatever You Like (multifandom) — "Baby, you can have whatever you like"

[juricore]

i just wanted to thank you for recommending "kevin can f*** himself" a couple of days ago. i just finished it and holyyyyyy shit it was crazy good! (also whatever allison and patty have going on was making me feel crazy the entire time. they should've kissed in the last episode, one million percent.)

so glad you liked it!! it's CRAZY good but seriously underrated i feel like no one has seen it......and i hope you get why i was like. ok is revolutionary girl utena in the room with us the whole time i was watching. whatever the fuck allison and patty had was like. it's not queerbaiting it was like something else. they invented some new shit honestly. but i loved the ending shot of the two of them it was so perfect

[thefugitivesaint]

This is a screen shot I took from 'Kevin Can F**k Himself', Season 2, episode 2. I'm sharing this because I want to see if anyone out there can provide any information about the poster on the wall in the back (Yes, the one circled in red). It looks like a vampire movie poster from the 80s but I have yet to find any reliable information on whether this is an actual film (that I just never heard of) or if this is an invention of the shows production designer? The movie's title is 'Eventide' and the tag line is "It's fun to be a vampire." (which is a Good Clean Fun song & part of the tagline for 'The Lost Boys' from 1987). This is where paying attention to the details of the entertainment you consume inadvertently sends you down a rabbit hole encouraged by the nagging need to assuage one's own curiosity over a piece of visual minutia. As to the show: it's a study of tone and you either vibe with it or you don't. I thought it tried to walk off the beaten path and I tip my hat to the effort. Whether or not it was a successful excursion into untrodden territory is something I'm still weighing.

[jolalibrary]

Some TV shows that I recommend (for your not studying series!):

Kevin Can F*** Himself (2021 - 2022)

Follows a woman (Allison) who is married to the kind of man you saw in every 2000s sitcom - an ignorant, bumbling idiot whose dismissive and malicious behavior is played for laughs. What starts out as a single-camera sitcom with a laugh track when Kevin (her husband) is in the room changes when he's not on screen - then the show is shot on a multiple camera set up like a drama, and follows Allison's real & often terrifying journey to leave her abusive marriage. SO fucking smart, so good. Funny and terrifying and the finale of this show is gonna stick with me FOREVER the pay of was fucking killer.

Please Like Me (2013 - 2016)

This is an Australian show that pretty much no one I know has watched where I live but it is SO GOOD. Someone please watch this so I'm not alone in loving it. Also the theme song is such a bop.

Miracle Workers (2019 - 2023)

An anthology series starring Daniel Radcliffe, Steve Buscemi, and Geraldine Viswanathan. The first and last seasons are my personal favorite, but Daniel Radcliffe is a masterpiece in all four.

yay! thank you so much for this!!

I have heard nothing but good things about Kevin Can F Himself and I love the lead actress a lot from other work so I will deffo be giving this a go!!

The others I will deffo also watch a trailer for! ����

as a gift back, I recently (late to the party) watched the night agent and couldn’t recommend that enough. it’s on Netflix, and season two will be out soon!! 🩷🫂

[sleepy-achilles]

Can I get a steamy hbktaker where it’s Dracula esqe and he’s like “I’ve crossed many lifetimes to find you again..”?

Hbtaker- A Tale as Old as Time.

Yes this was the ask I've nonstop gone on about. I'm sorry anon it took so long, I hope you like it. It also lacks physical lifetimes but yk it's technically lifetimes.

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The Undertaker was a man filled with grief and anger. The man he loved more than anything was ripped out of his hands and killed.

Taker remembers that day as clear as glass. It's the day he became the monster he is. The monster that lives off blood. The monster that lurks in children's fairytales.

But he did it for a reason. He did it to one day, hopefully, reconnect with his love.

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Taker was growing tired. It had been centuries and he hasn't found him. He was tired, but he wasn't giving up.

As he sits in the bar he sees the tv showing some wrestling show. He wasn't normally into sports but the names the announcers were throwing out sounded too good to be true. "Sean Michaels is a new face around here. Working amazingly might I add." He states. Takers eyes widen in disbelief as Shawn, his Shawn, his baby, his love, appears on the screen. Taker swallows as a sudden wave of sadness and relief hits him at the same time. He now knows what he has to do. He doesn't care how long it'll take him, he has to do it.

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Shawn frowns to himself as he walks down the halls of the WWF building. Making friends here was a lot tougher than he thought it'd be. But, vince had him working the first episode of Monday night raw so he had to focus. He's so lost in his head he completely walks past the tall man.

Taker can't bring himself to speak. He's finally in the same air way as his lover and he can't bring himself to move. He stares as shawn walks past, muttering to himself. He looks as beautiful as the day he lost him. Taker has waited for this moment. And taker has blown it.

Takers cheeks heat as shawn disappears around the corner. "Fuck" he hisses hitting his own head. "Next time. Next time" he tells himself.

----

Next time does not happen.

A sudden fear falls over him anytime the blonde walks past. And then Paul joins him and he kisses goodbye to any shot he did have.

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"So that's him huh?" Paul asks watching as shawn tries to grab something off Kevin. Taker just nods. "I don't get the big deal. He's just some blondie. Plenty of the-" Paul is cut off by a hand around his throat and his back hitting the wall. Paul's eyes widen in fear as takers white eyes stare back at him.

"Never, ever talk about him again" Taker growls.

Shawn pauses and looks over at the undertaker. His heart races as the sudden feeling of deja vu washes over him.

"That loud mouth f-" Paul gets cut off by being slammed against the wall. "Never, ever! Talk about him like that again!" Takers bark echoing around the Manor Hall. Shawn stares at his lover with wide eyes. "Takes? Taker! Let him go! Please" Shawn gasps. Taker turns to him, his eyes immediately softening.

"Shawn?"

"Shawn!"

Shawn jerks away from Kevin. "Takes! Let him go man" Shawn calls. Takers whole body tenses. Takes. Its been too long since that name left those lips. He drops his hand, letting it awkwardly hit his side. Everyone else stares in shock, the undertaker actually listened to shawn? Paul glances at shawn. Huh...maybe he is more than a blonde.

Taker doesn't say anything, he just leaves. Shawn feels bad. He also fears what the big man might do to him. "Takes?" Kevin teases. Shawn scoffs and hits his arm. "Shut it. Give me my hat" Shawn frowns turning to him.

Shawn couldn't focus. What was that? Was it a memory? His grandma always told him stories about how everyone was born twice. But that doesn't explain both Paul and taker being there. It looked old. They looked old. It was almost...medieval. Shawn frowns and knows he'll have to ask the deadman. That's if the man will let him near.

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Shawn figures him and taker are cool. Taker keeps coming to his rescue, they have to be on good terms.

Shawn looks down at his hands and takes a deep breath before going to knock the deadmans door. He jerks back as the door swings open. Taker stops dead in his tracks. "Wait! Please don't run away!" Shawn spits out. Taker stares at him. "Why would I run?" Taker asks. "Everytime i even end up being alone with you, you disappear on me" shawn states. Taker just stares at him. He's not wrong. "I um..I wanted to ask you about something" Shawn starts. He pauses as he spots Paul lurking. Taker glances back before back at shawn. "Um..maybe nows not a good time.." Shawn whispers. Taker smirks and tilts his head down. Shawns heart skips a beat. "Now who's running?" He asks in a deep voice.

Shawn gasps.

"Now who's running?" Taker teases. "Its stupid!" Shawn groans hiding his face in his hands. Taker chuckles and grabs shawns hips. "Ill be back after the war and I'll prove its not stupid" Taker whispers, kissing shawns neck gently. Shawn let's out a breathless chuckle. "Oh yeah, a whole wartime with Paul. I can't wait..." Shawn sighs. "I'd feel less comfortable knowing you were out there fighting" Taker hums pulling away. "Goodthing my title keeps me here than" Shawn teases turning towards him. Taker just smiles. "Yeah.."

"No" Shawn gasps. "What? Are you okay?" Taker asks, his hands closed around shawns arms keeping him steady. "I keep having these deja vu moments...but I never experienced them" Shawn tells him. Taker can't help but smile. It is him. It's his Shawn. "I..I just wanted to know if you were also having them?" Shawn asks. "Im not" Taker answers. Shawn feels embarrassed but he doesn't know if it's because taker is still holding him or the fact shawns being crazy. "But sh-" "taker! Cmon!" Paul barks. Shawn jerks back. "Sorry for disturbing you" shawn apologises before running off. "No! Shawn!" Taker calls. He watches in pain as shawn runs off.

He gives Paul the dirtiest glare he can.

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"So you've got a crush on the undertaker?" Kevin asks as he reads the newspaper. "What? No! Where did you get that idea from?" Shawn stops his pacing. "Having dreams about him? In which you are very loving together? Oh yeah that's clearly not a crush situation" Kevin scoffs. "Yeah he's attractive but..its not like that kev. They aren't dreams" Shawn sighs. Kevin hums. "You seen some sicko running around pretending to be a vampire?" Kevin asks turning the paper around. Shawn moves closer and reads. "Aren't they all the cities we've visited lately?" Shawn asks. Kevin lowers the paper, being face to face with shawn as his smirk grows. "Maybe the undertaker is a vampire" Kevin teases. Shawn tuts and hits the bigger man's chest. "That isn't funny" Shawn frowns.

"No?" Kevin asks raising an eyebrow. "I think it makes perfect sense. He is the deadman" Kevin states. "Oh yeah because they'll have a real vampire play a deadman? Cmon kev! I thought you were smarter than that!" Shawn scoffs.

--meanwhile...--

Taker can't stop himself. Ever since he's been reunited with shawn his hunger has been back and stronger than ever. He whispers apologises in his head as he drinks too much blood from the unsuspecting victims pale neck. He can't stop.

For once in Takers life, he's scared of himself.

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Taker? A vampire? No.

Kevin was just being cruel.

Shawn glances at the man in question.

He can understand Kevin's point. The man is pale, clearly hasn't slept in a few years and shawn swears he lives in the shadows. "He is hot" a voice whispers. Shawn jumps and turns to see goldust. Ah, goldust. Now he wouldn't be shocked to find out goldust was a vampire. "Who?" Shawn asks. "Undertaker. You telling me you wouldn't jump his bones?" Goldust asks molding his way around shawns body. Shawn tenses as goldust makes him face taker.

"I imagine it'll be a real good time" goldust purs in his ear. "I thought you'd know?" Shawn asks quietly. Goldust tilts his head at the blonde. "Oh no baby, he doesn't want a gal like me. He wants a gal like you" goldust smirks. Shawns cheeks heat. "Stop it" he mutters. "Oh does the boy toy have a little crush on the deadman?" Goldust teases. "What is it with everyone lately?" Shawn huffs pulling away from him. Shawn gasps as his body slams into someone. His eyes widen.

"Wow pretty boy, you should be more careful" Taker chuckles, hands planted firmly on shawns hips. "Well, if someone would lend me a hand, I wouldn't be struggling." Shawn huffs, adjusting his grip on the books. "Well I don't know why you need to move so many at one time" Taker huffs lifting some of the books off Shawn. "Because it needs to get done and if you could have your way, it wouldn't get done" Shawn tells him with a teasing tone. "You know it baby" Taker chuckles.

"Shawn!" Goldust snaps. Shawn jerks forward, a hand still supporting his back. He looks to see that hand attached to taker. "Sorry, sorry" Shawn whispers moving away, covering his face. "Its alright. I wanted to talk to you yesterday but you ran away before I could" Taker states. Goldust raises an eyebrow. "Im sorry?" Shawn mutters lowering his hands. Taker glances around. "I was wondering if you could meet me later. So we could talk?" Taker asks. "Oh. Sure, after the show?" Shawn asks. "Um I need to do something so I'll just pop by your hotel room" Taker states. "Of course." Shawn nods. "Great, perfect" Taker mumbles and rushes away. "Wow..look at that, he does like a gal like you" goldust teases. Shawn huffs and pushes the man away.

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Shawn riffles through his bag as he walks towards his hotel. He swears Kevin put their hotel room key in his bag somewhere. They normally go together but Kevin had a meeting and well Shawn wanted to get ready to meet taker.

Shawn pauses by an alleyway at a muffled noise. He looks towards it. "Oh not me.." Shawn whispers, clutches the strap of his bag tightly.

"You find it strange that theyve all been attacked by our hotels?" Kevin asks resting the newspaper on the bench. "Its just a coincidence" Shawn huffs pushing the mans hands off his hip. "Keep telling yourself that" Kevin smirks leaning back.

Shawn frowns. Of course Kevin is right. Of course shawns about to get himself killed. Shawn, thinking he's about to save someone, walks towards the noise. He stands in the middle of the alleyway, frozen in fear. He owed Kevin 20 bucks.

"Oh..." Shawn gasps.

Takers head snaps up. His eyes are all white, blood staining his mouth. His eyes quickly turn back, his senses kick back in. "Shawn?" Taker asks, his mind still fuzzy. He looks down at the body in his hands and freezes. "Oh god" Shawn gasps.

Shawn begins backing up. "Shawn, wait!" Taker gasps standing up. "D-dont!" Shawn stutters.

Shawn turns to go and run only to run straight into a chest. "No!" Shawn yelps as Taker grabs his arms. "Ple-please let me speak-" taker tries. "L-let me go! Don't hurt me please!" Shawn cries. "I would never" Shawn stops at his sudden tone. Its serious. Firm. Promising. Shawn stares at him. "Just please...please listen to me" Taker whispers. "W-will she be okay?" Shawn whispers. Taker looks back. "They all consented to it Shawn. That's why they are all alive. She'll be okay. She won't remember but she'll be okay." Taker promises. "Okay?" Taker asks. Shawn nods and looks back at taker.

"I need you to listen to me Shawn. Please." Taker tells him. "Its about your...'dreams'" Taker states. Shawn perks up slightly. "They aren't dreams" Taker tells him. "Then what are they?" Shawn asks. "Cmon. We can't talk here, she'll wake soon" Taker mutters. Shawn pauses as Taker let's him go. "Why should I go alone with you after seeing that?" Shawn asks, slightly relieved when he sees the girl shift. "Because when I said I won't hurt you. I meant it." Taker tells him. And shawn? Shawn believes him. Something in his heart screams at him to go with him. So, Shawn does.

He follows Taker to his hotel room. He allows Taker to lock the door as he sits on the edge of the bed. He keeps his eyes locked with takers as Taker stands infront of him.

"I've been searching for you...for so long.." Taker whispers cupping his face. "W-what?" Shawn asks quietly. "They are memories. Snippets of a life we used to live" Taker tells him, slowly kneeling infront of him. Shawn watches his every move. "That..it..it doesn't make sense" Shawn splutters. "I know..-" "Why were you drinking that girls blood? Why am I having these memories? Why is my heart so attracted to you?" Shawn rambles.

Takers eyes light up at the last one. "Attracted?" Taker asks quietly. Shawns face heats slightly. "I asked the questions, you answer them!" He frowns. "Right..sorry." Taker huffs. "I can answer all of them. We met many lifetimes ago. Years and years ago. Centuries ago. Decades ago. You were ripped from my hands...taken from me. I thought my life was over, my heart was broken, my life didn't feel worth living. When Paul told me. He promised me that everyone was born twice. So I took the risk, allowed myself to be turned into a thing of nightmares..kids myths and legends. A-" "a vampire?" Shawn cuts in. Taker looks at him. "Well yes-" "Why didn't you just say that?" Shawn asks. "Will you let me finish?" Taker snaps. "Yes. Sorry" Shawn mutters.

"I have been searching for you, ever since. I've traveled far and wide. Seen how cities and towns have advanced. How the world has grown. I've grown tired...but I never gave up" Taker continues. Shawn heart races. Someone loved a version of him that much they gave it all up for him? In hopes they'd meet again? His mother would gush and tell him how she was right if she could see him right now. "And one day, I managed to catch one of your awa shows and I knew what I had to do. I had to sign up, I had to get to you somehow." Taker explains. He watches as shawns face twists with confusion. "And yes, we finally were in the same building and..well I got choked up. I-I couldn't believe it was actually you. It is you. Shawn Michaels. My long lost love. Paul isn't a complete liar." Taker chuckles looking at shawn.

"If it wasn't for the fact I've seen our life together...that I've seen you...feeding...I'd laugh right now" Shawn admits. "Im sorry about that...its not normal." Taker apologises. "What do you mean? Don't vampires feed?" Shawn asks. "Well yes. But I can go without human blood for a long time but ever since I reconnected with you, I've been so damn thirsty." Taker sighs.

Shawn couldn't lie. He has been attracted to the man. There was something about him that drew Shawn to him. And still, after seeing him like that, hearing the truth. He's still so attracted to him.

Taker is taken by surprise as shawn jolts forward, kissing him. Taker was fully prepared for shawn to tell him to fuck off. He was not prepared for this. But then again, his shawn would do the samething.

Takers hands squeeze shawns hips as shawn holds his face in a dangerously tight.

Something in shawn feels complete as he tilts takers head back to deepen the kiss. It's like some unknown hunger is being fulfilled. As if his soul knows takers, as if his soul has missed takers. And it just makes Shawn believe taker more.

God his mother would find it sweet but his father would find it pathetic and an act of desperation.

Shawn slips his tongue into takers mouth and instantly catch his tongue on the sharp fang. He jerks back. "Sorry" he muffles out as he covers his mouth. "For what? I caught you" Taker chuckles. The look in takers green eyes make him blush. "I..well yeah but I just..you know? Kissed you without-" "Shawn it's okay. You've been through a lot today. You should get some sleep anyway" Taker states. Shawns eyes widen. "You want me to leave?" Shawn asks quietly.

Taker is startled by the hurt in his voice. "W-what? No! I just thought you might want to go back to your room. Think things over. Process everything." Taker tells him. "I've processed it. Mama always said everyone's born twice. Grandma always said she thought I was on my second life. The dreams being memories. You being a vampire. The feeling I just had when we kissed. It was like our souls knew each other, like our souls have been reunited. It wa-" Shawn is cut off by Taker pushing up and kissing him. "I love you. I missed you so damn much" Taker growls before kissing Shawn again. Shawn allows his eyes to fall shut as his back hits the mattress.

"Ill never let any harm come to you. Never again." Taker promises as he moves his kisses down shawns neck. Shawn let's out a sharp gasp before locking his hands in takers hair. "No one will take you from me. I won't allow them" Taker growls. And shawn? Shawn feels like he should be scared, concerned, but he's not. His mind is filled of lust and his heart is filled of love and joy. His past life believes the promise. And that's all Shawn needs.

Takers hands work up shawns shirt as his mouth works on shawns neck. Shawn relaxes perfectly under his hands. "Talk to me Shawn....tell me how you feel" Taker murmurs. Shawn glances at him with hazey eyes. "I need you. My soul needs you. I..I.. " Shawn huffs and tilts his head back.

Taker moves straddling his hips. "Cmon baby...finish" Taker smirks, leaning down and letting his fangs catch over shawns neck. Shawn jerks and gasps at the feeling.

"I-i love you"

"Mm I love you" Taker lifts his head, hands rested on shawns thighs. The beautiful blonde is practically vibrating where he's laid across the bed. His shaking thighs either side of takers face. "Yeah?" Taker smirks. Shawn lifts his gaze. "Always" Shawn smiles running his hand through takers sweat slicked hair. Taker keeps his eyes locked with shawns as he kisses shawns thighs. "Every lifetime. We'll always be together. I'll always love you." Shawn whispers. This tugs at takers heart. Taker gently places shawns legs on the bed before moving up. He kisses Shawn softly. He pulls back and brushes shawns hair back before speaking.

"I love you Shawn."

"I love you Shawn, so damn much"

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NOTES

I'm so sorry if this isn't steamy or what you wanted. I will admit I spent four days on this. One of those days involved alcohol. Not gonna lie. I really like the opening and the ending. The rest of it feels...rushed..which I apologise.

I do kinda wanna do a part two to this. So if people enjoy I will try. (I promise it'll be better)

And yes I didn't want to give Shawn some weird deja vu magic thing but I needed to make sure the whole, this is takers Shawn, was yk, confirmed and well true.

Enjoy :)

[bestepisode]

what shows are in your suggestions rn?

These are the suggestions I haven't done (yet). The shows in bold are ones I've actually seen all the way through.

Code Lyoko

Death Note

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Tokyo Mew Mew

Teen Titans

The Owl House

Amphibia

The Great

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Twin Peaks (I have seen the full original series but not the return)

Dragons: Race to the Edge

Dickinson

The Dragon Prince (not finished yet, but I intend to do a tournament for this show once it's over)

What We Do in the Shadows (also not finished yet, but the next season is the final one. I am planning on doing that tournament at the end of season 6.)

Adventure Time

Minx

Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Steven Universe (should this include future and the movie?)

Invader Zim (this will be the next tournament)

Scream Queens

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

How to Get Away with Murder (seen the first 3 seasons and lost interest, may try again if enough people say later seasons are worthwhile)

Community

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

Veronica Mars

The Good Place

Supernatural (this one is pretty unlikely, tbh. Several people have tried to get me to watch with them and I could never pay attention all the way through episode one. I might give it another shot since this, on paper, is the type of show I typically like.)

Person of Interest

Glee

Young Justice

Kevin Can F**k Himself

Pushing Daisies

Merlin

Schmigadoon

The Other Two

[heytheredeann]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Hiii, thank you for sending this! It took me a minute to get to it because it was ridiculously hard to pick honestly loool. I have written a lot of fics in a lot of fandoms, as it turns out, so I tried to pick five fics from five different fandoms.

These are not absolutely favourites, if you asked me in a couple of weeks I might pick other fics loool, but here we go, in no particular order:

Break (Yenralt, The Witcher)

“Before you start asking questions that I have no patience to answer for the hundredth time, we are currently stuck in a time loop, I have lived this day I have lost count of how many times, and believe me when I say that any question you will think to ask will not be original.”

This one is a time loop AU where Yennefer is the one who is experiencing the time loop, written from Geralt's POV. A bit of an open ending, but I enjoyed writing this and I quite like how it came out. The characterization is a little book-ish I'd say, but it could fit the show too, the setting is vague enough.

Temptations (Gapollya, The Man From UNCLE)

The thrilling saga of Napoleon (not) dealing with his feelings. How it should have gone, how it could have gone, and how it actually went.

What can I say, I love writing Napoleon having a crisis and being bad at dealing with his feelings LOL. This one is about Napoleon faking his death because he's a very well-adjusted individual, and I just really like the experiment with the structure here, it was fun.

Left behind (Flinthamiltons, Black Sails)

“The only thing I’m ashamed of is that I didn’t do something to save him when we had the chance. That instead I listened to you.”

Fic dealing with James and Miranda after Thomas' supposed death, theirs is one of my favourite dynamics in the show, and this one just really digs into the angst and the grief so like. yeah, I like it LOL.

Looking forward (Neal-centric, Once Upon A Time)

Five homes that Neal lost and one that he gets to keep.

Just a little Neal-centric one-shot with snippets of his relationship with the people that were "home" to him at some point or another (his father, the Darlings, Hook, Emma, Tamara, and finally a bit with Henry and Regina), I really enjoyed exploring multiple relationships, and I especially had fun writing the Tamara segment: I do think his feelings for her were genuine, and it was just an interesting and not often explored relationship to write about. Plus, I like that the fic itself is actually kinda fluffy, but the summary gives it angsty context LOL.

Where we make our home (Allison/Patty, Kevin Can F*** Himself)

Something has shifted, after Neil. Or maybe a lot of somethings.

This is for a very tiny fandom, but I'm just really fond of this show so I wanted to throw some love for it. It was written between s1 and s2, just Allison and Patty finding comfort in each other, because THEY

[gravything]

Kevin Can F Himself s2 spoilers okay

I’m pretty sure s2e5 The Unreliable Narrator they’re hitting me over the head with all the devices with this writing (like sorry last episode Patty literally lifted her out of a grave??) but I do not mind, I love it, my brain is fizzing about, uh…

Tammy’s resourcefulness, her counters, her dimension and how it complicates everything

the insufferable (affectionate) prickly black hole and her emotional support stray cat (spencer gifts edition) who never knows whether she should be defending or supporting or heckling but knows she just has to go with her. somebody has to be her friend but goddamn

Neil. Neeeeeeeiiiiillllllluh

Diane is 100000% the Judy Cooper to Allison’s D’arcy Bloom (though Patty is the D’arcy if anything). and how both Diane and Neil show how you can’t just get out of a situation sometimes, sometimes the situation is in you too.

the sitcom writing is satisfying; there was a Rule of Three bit in this one where the joke would have fit and fulfilled by just continuing the rule into the third iteration but there was a pleasant twist that surprised me.

and, I’m not sure on what level this is, but: the whole framing of the “sitcom” part, the artificiality of it, becomes more of a dissonance now or I’m making more of it I guess. but like there’s bits that call attention to themselves? (I tracked your phone and followed you here; you all were so mad at me but here’s the thing you weren’t even mad about so I declare all this over) but the characters also start to push on it within their own frame? like, Kevin is just saying stuff that is further and further over the line now. and the others are pushing back on him but then there’s still the camera shot or the scene not allowing a reply, or a Deus Ex Machina saves his ass. and on the other hand, the “real” scenes are getting more tropey, too. like maybe Allison’s writing them, I thought. because she would. maybe not truthfully: since we spent so long on the bruise from the door from last episode, I dunno, it made me think: what’s the utility of the sitcom framing, what’s it “doing” in-universe? or like is all this just-outside-of-normal for the genre it’s taking off of and that’s the thing? (or *a* thing)

also: putting a bunch of stuff in plain sight, or setting up things with a long and kooky (but still kinda horrible) payoff, like (in this episode) Pete’s bandaged hand or the gun and the metal detector. the level of execution in the show is amazing, considering tone management between sitcom and, uh, “normal” show, to have coherence in one or both on storylines and characters.

as I said: love to chew on it.

[amatres]

Ama,,,go watch kevin can f*ck himself on netflix you gotta trust me >:) its about a woman unhappily married half is shot like a sitcom when her husband is near the other like a drama when she's away from him

✍️ i see i see i will add that to the list, the premise sounds very interesting!

[thenten]

@dyavol said: "you heard the man. no mortal weapons can kill this guy." -Gotenks

Send me Memes- ALWAYS Accepting!

Legerdomain, the trans-dimensional source of all mana in their multiversal branch of the greater Omniverse... not a place Ben would normally concern himself with, least of all on his own. Unfortunately, an old, skull-faced birdy tipped him off to some goings-on there that would spell trouble for everyone if he didn't step in.

He'd really rather have brought Gwen, Kevin, or Rook with him for this, since magic was very much not his wheelhouse, but everyone else was indisposed dealing with the chaos that had unfolded back on Earth because of it, so this time it was up to him...

... or at least, that's what he was prepared for, until some dude with spiky hair and the coolest outfit anyone could wear came flying in through one of the many portals that were currently torn open, rushing in the same direction he was... any questions about their allegiances being readily answered moments later.

Hard for anyone to question who the bad guy is when the dude with a flaming skull leaps from an evil fortress to attack them both, even more so when he almost immediately jumps into a villainous monologue about his newfound immortality through 'plunder from worlds anew', as he'd so proudly put it for them.

Ben assuming that's what brought spiky-hair here.

Addwaitya was anything but a B-tier villain, being one Ben himself had only really stood toe-to-toe with back when he had the Ultimatrix... but, he's gotten a lot better at this stuff since then, and he'd heard the 'I'm immortal' talk a million times. No worries.

Certainly not when the stranger beside him was just as unimpressed with the display, Ben snickering at their sarcasm, already turning the dial on the device on his wrist as he locked in a choice.

F L A S H

A tank of leaded armor seeping energy appearing in his place.

"Big talk as always, Addwaitya, but we hardly need to kill you to kick your magical butt!" The Prypiatosian yelled back at the sorcerer with an accented cackle, before thrusting metal arms into the ground they stood upon... starting to glow hot, shortly before a volcanic eruption from beneath the turtle's feet overtook him.

Of course, it was only met with the magma rapidly cooling into rock as bright pink runes danced on it's surface, Ben's attack being turned into a tidal wave of golems formed on the spot, Addwaitya eventually revealed to not have so much as moved from the spot he'd been standing (now floating), entirely unbothered.

"... eh, was worth a shot." He said with a shrug,radioactive fire blasting out from the furnace-like face of the metal suit as he did his best to staunch t oncoming hoard. "Your turn, new guy!"

[periru3]

End of Year Vidding Meme 2023

I’ve starred co-vids with @tafadhali!

The Working Dead (Severance)

The Rooster Can F Himself (Kevin Can F Himself)

Kinky (How to Build a Sex Room)

Celebrity Skin (Child's Play/Chucky)*

Wannabe (Talk of the Town)

Inhuman Illusory Soul Fusion Magic (Steven Universe)*

Angry Too (Child's Play/Chucky)

Boyfriend (Crashing)

Odds Are (Sirens)*

Skate (Yuri on Ice)

After All (Everything Everywhere All at Once)

Lovely Day (Good as Hell) (The Wicker Man)*

When We're Dancing (11.22.63)

Ghost (Beetlejuice/Multi)*

The Wandering Song (Over the Garden Wall)

Favorite vid of the year: It's gotta be Inhuman Illusory Soul Fusion Magic, for so many reasons. For one thing, it's actually three and a half vids, so that's a lot. It's also in Japanese which was such a fun challenge. I'm also just genuinely delighted with how literally the whole thing turned out. I think we made two great character studies and one vid (Virtual Star Embryology) that is so outside the box for us, unlike anything we've ever made both in terms of content and style. I'm just so proud of this vid. If I were to pick a solo vid it'd probably be Angry Too, which was so fun to make and I'm really proud of the editing on it.

Least favorite: If I had a vid I wasn't happy with, I'd put it here, but I don't really see the point in picking a least favorite when I'm honestly proud of all my work this year. There's one part of a vid I would do differently, but I'll save that for vid fail.

Vid most underappreciated by the universe: This was a big year for me vidding small fandoms, and I know when that's the case (and it isn't for Festivids) I can't expect that much interaction. I'm not surprised by the lack of response to Boyfriend, Odds Are, Lovely Day, and When We're Dancing, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't love more people to watch them. Of those, When We're Dancing is probably the one I'd most want more people to watch, because I think it turned out lovely and I love that ship so much, but I don't know that it's a very popular show. Alas.

Most fun vid: Gotta be Kinky, for sure. It's a delight. It's all about fun. (Ghost and Lovely Day are close runners up though)

Vid with the single sexiest moment: One might think this one is Kinky, but honestly that vid isn't about sexiness for me? Like I'm happy they're all having good fun sexy times but I'm not really here to thirst after real random couples? So my sexiest moment is a tie between everything Jennifer Tilly does in Celebrity Skin and Yuuri grabbing Victor's tie in Skate (in general Skate is a vid that's all about Victor's horniness lol).

Most successful: The Working Dead was my most successful vid of the year which is hilarious because it is the vid I spent the least time on by such a big margin. I think I made it in under 12 hours the day before Festivid's went live.

Biggest vid fail: I am genuinely not happy with the last like 20 seconds of The Wandering Song. I had a deadline and I was running out of steam and didn't know how to fill the amount of time I had left given that I knew I wanted Wirt's showdown with the Beast to be where it is in the vid, so I thought "I have lots of pretty scenery shots I didn't get to use" and just sort of shuffled those in with Wirt and Greg waking up in the real world and called it a day and it just.... is a bit of a disappointing ending to a vid I'm otherwise quite pleased with. Oh well.

Hardest vid to make: Truth (part of Inhuman Illusory Soul Fusion Magic) did not come easy. I think the issue is that we had multiple things we wanted to focus on that we didn't realize were mutually exclusive until we were pretty far in the vid. We'd thought we could cram stuff about Steven and his relationships with villains and characters he repeatedly wins over along side him discovering truths about his past and the lore of the show and juggling these two concepts was really headache inducing until we realized maybe we were just making a vid about one of those things and that was fine. I think we could've made an equally good vid about the lore and family history if that had been the direction we went in, but not about both.

Most unintentionally telling vid: After All is an extremely personal vid to me, and it wasn't unintentional. I cried a lot both the first time I saw the movie and the first time I heard that song. They are pieces of media that mean a lot to me as they resonate with me and my own mental health journey more than anything else I've encountered. The vid was kind of hard to make and is a bit hard to watch, but it was also cathartic.

Last year’s goals: I forgot to do this last year (I might do one for last year this year just for completion's sake) so let's look at my goals from 2 years ago. Surely in two years I have accomplished some of them.

use a new, better video converter and make higher quality vids Check! Did this! Very happy about it, everything looks much better!

Get experimental with premiere! Download new effects and transitions and play with the stuff already in there I've never used. Not as much as I'd like, but I have gone a bit out of my comfort zone on editing and visuals for a few vids, most notably Rain in Derry from 2022, Angry Too from this year, and some fun stuff coming up this Festivids. I'd still like to get download and play with more effects and transitions though.

Finish some of the vids I'm going into the year already in the middle of instead of endlessly starting new stuff. I don't remember what I went into 2022 in the middle of, but I don't have many things that are partially done and gathering dust right now, so we'll call that a win. I've also made a couple things that were ideas I'd had for a while and kept not getting around to which is nice.

Make at least 2 of my BNL-Sitcom vids. I have done this, but given that it is exactly 2 and over the course of 2 years, I'm not counting it.

Goals for next year:

Get experimental with premiere! Download new effects and transitions and play with the stuff already in there I’ve never used (repeat goal)

Make the epic Sense8 vid I've been planning (ideally for VidBigBang if that's happening again this year)

Make at least 2 of my BNL-Sitcom vids (repeat goal)

Finish the Buffy vid Taf and I started working on months ago and then promptly abandoned

Attend VidUKon in person!!!!!!

Make at least one vid that is not primarily character-focused. This would be a vid that is more about a place, imagery, or a theme than a character, ship, or ensemble.

[back-and-totheleft]

"There’s still a presence out there reminding people not to speak about JFK’s killing"

Oliver Stone is not a fan of “cancel culture”. “Of course I despise it,” the Oscar winning filmmaker says, as if utterly amazed that anyone needs to ask him such a dumb question. “I am sure I’ve been cancelled by some people for all the comments I’ve made…. it’s like a witch hunt. It’s terrible. American censorship in general, because it is a declining, defensive, empire, it (America) has become very sensitive to any criticism. What is going on in the world with YouTube and social media,” he rants. “Twitter is the worst. They’ve banned the ex-President of the United States. It’s shocking!” he says, referring to Donald Trump’s removal from the micro-blogging platform.

It’s a Saturday lunchtime in the restaurant of the Marriott Hotel on the Croisette in Cannes. The American director is in town for the festival premiere this week of his new feature documentary JFK Revisited: Through the Looking Glass, in which he yet again pores over President John F Kennedy’s assassination in November 1963.

“I am a pin cushion for American-Russian peace relations… I had four f***ing vaccines: two Sputniks and two Pfizers,” Stone gestures at his arm. The rival super-powers may remain deeply suspicious of one another, but Stone is loading himself up with potions from both sides of the old Iron Curtain.

He has recently been travelling in Russia (hence the Sputnik jabs) where he has been making a new documentary about how nuclear power can save humanity. He also recently completed a film about Kazakhstan’s former president Nursultan Nazarbayev which – like his interviews with Vladimir Putin – has been roundly ridiculed for its deferential, softly-softly approach toward a figure widely regarded as a ruthless despot.

Dressed in a blue polo shirt, riffing away about the English football team one moment and his favourite movies the next, laughing constantly, the 74-year-old Oscar-winning director of Platoon, Wall Street, Natural Born Killers et al is a far cheerier presence than his reputation as a purveyor of dark conspiracy thrillers might suggest. He is also very outspoken. For all his belligerence, though, Stone isn’t as thick-skinned as you might imagine. I wonder if he was hurt by the scorn that came his way when his feature film JFK was released in 1991.

“I was more of a younger man. It was painful to me,” the director sighs as he remembers being attacked by such admired figures as newscaster Walter Cronkite and Hollywood power broker Jack Valenti for listening to the “hallucinatory bleatings” of former New Orleans DA Jim Garrison when JFK came out. “It was quite shocking actually because I thought the murder was behind us. I did think there was a feeling that 30 years later, we can look at this thing again without getting excited. But I was way wrong.”

Garrison, of course, was the real-life figure portrayed by Kevin Costner in the film; he was the original proponent of the theory that the CIA were involved in the killing of the US president, after his 1966 investigation. Garrison wrote the book On the Trail of the Assassins, on which the movie was partly based.

Even the director’s fiercest detractors will find it hard to dismiss the evidence he has assembled about the JFK assassination in the new documentary. Once I’d seen it and heard him hold forth, I came away thinking that only flat-earthers can possibly still believe that Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy all on his own. It’s that convincing.

Stone blitzes you with facts and figures about the Kennedy killing and its aftermath. At times, he himself seems to be suffering from information overload. “I am sorry. There are so many people,” he apologises for not immediately remembering the name of Kennedy’s personal physician, George Burkley, who was present both at Parkland Hospital, where Kennedy was first taken, and then at Bethesda, where the autopsy took place. Burkley was strangely reticent when giving evidence to the Warren Commission.

“I think there’s still a presence out there which reminds people not to speak. I’ve heard that in, of all places, Russia,” Stone says. He was startled to discover that the Russians knew all about his new documentary long before it was discussed in the mainstream press. “They said, ‘We heard about it.’ I said, ‘How?’ They said, ‘We have our contacts in the American intelligence business. They are not very happy about it.��”

Stone believes that no US president since Kennedy died has been “able to go up against this militarised sector of our economy”. Even Trump “backed down at the last second” and declined to release all the relevant documents relating to the assassination. “He announced, ‘I’m going to free it up, blah blah blah, big talk, and then a few hours before, he caved to CIA National Security again.”

The veteran filmmaker expresses his frustrations at historians like Robert Caro, author of a huge (and hugely respected) multi-volume biography of President Lyndon Johnson, for ignoring the evidence that has been turned up about the assassination.

“I can’t say [LBJ] was involved in the assassination,” explains Stone, “but it certainly suited him that Kennedy was not there anymore and he covered up by appointing the Warren Commission and doing all the things he did.”

Stone tried to cast Marlon Brando in JFK in the role as the deep throat source Mr X, eventually played by Donald Sutherland.

“I realise now I am grateful that he turned it down because he knew better than I that he would make 20 minutes out of that 14-minute monologue and it wouldn’t have worked.”

Nevertheless, he filled the film with famous faces. He thought that having familiar actors would make it easier for audiences to engage with what was an immensely complicated story.

Getting Stone to stop talking about JFK is like trying to pull a bone from a mastiff’s jaws. To change the subject slightly, I ask if he is still in touch with WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange. He is and is utterly horrified at how Assange is being treated, especially given that Siggi the Hacker, a key witness in the extradition case against Assange, admitted recently that he lied. Stone praises Assange’s partner Stella Morris as “the best wife you could ever have. She really is smart, she’s a lawyer … he has two children. He can’t even touch them or see them. It’s barbaric. It indicates America is declining faster than we know. It is just cutting off dissent.”

The mood lightens when I invite Stone to discuss some of his favourite films. He recently tweeted a list of these, which included Darling starring Julie Christie, Joseph Losey’s Eva starring Stanley Baker and Jeanne Moreau, and Houseboat, a frothy comedy starring Cary Grant and Sophia Loren. “I love films, always have. People don’t know that side of me. I could go on forever.”

Between his darker and more contentious efforts, Stone has made a few genre films himself, for example the underrated thriller U-Turn starring Sean Penn and Jennifer Lopez. He notes, though, that even when he tried a sports movie, he ended up right back in the firing line. The NFL was furious about his 1999 American Football film, Any Given Sunday. “They (the NFL) are arrogant, very rich people who close down any dissent, so I had to change uniforms and names… but they got the point.”

Last year, Stone published the first volume of his autobiography, Chasing the Light, which took him from childhood up to his Oscar triumph with Platoon. It was well received but it didn’t make nearly a big enough splash for his liking. “There was a curtain of silence about that. Maybe it is Covid… it was not reviewed by many people,” he says. “I wish the timing had been better. The publisher was terrible. They didn’t really promote anything. So now I have to start over again if I am going to do a second book, which I would love to do. But I have to find the right publisher.”

The book contains a barbed account of Stone’s experiences as a young screenwriter working in London for British director Alan Parker and producer David Puttnam on Midnight Express. “I wrote about it in the book, so you got my point of view. They were not very friendly people. I gave my criticism of Parker that he had a chip on his shoulder. He was from a poor side of the English. There is this phenomenon you see in England of hating the upper classes until they approve of you.”

No, they didn’t stay in touch. “And Puttnam is a Lord, right? He reminds me of Tony Blair. He is such a weasel.” For once, Stone feels he has overstepped the mark. He doesn’t want to call Puttnam a weasel after all. “Put it this way, Tony Blair is a weasel. I wouldn’t trust Tony Blair. Puttnam is a supporter of Blair. Let’s leave it at that.”

On matters English, he isn’t that keen on soccer either. He watched the semi-final between England and Denmark but had no intention of tuning into the final.

“Soccer is a different kind of game. It’s a different aesthetic. It is constant movement. The United States game allows you to re-group after every play and go into a huddle and so it becomes about strategy. I still enjoy it although people think I am brutal.”

Ask him why he so relishes American Football and he replies that he “grew up with violence in America … we were banging – cowboys and Indians, a lot of killing and that stuff. How do you get away from that? We weren’t playing with dolls.”

There are reasons for patriarchy through the centuries. Tribes tend to have a strong leader.

Stone’s feelings about the US are deeply ambivalent. He is old enough to remember a time in the late 1940s and early 1950s when “everything in America was golden” and part of him still seems to love the country but his mother was French and he talks about the US as a nation now in near terminal decline.

Perhaps surprisingly, his real political hero isn’t JFK. It’s the former President of France, Charles de Gaulle. “He said no to NATO and he said no to America. He understood the dangers of being a satellite country to America. You have no power in Europe. Don’t kid yourself. The EU is just an artificial body that was amazingly stupid in cutting off Russia and cutting off China too now.”

He doesn’t much like Boris Johnson either. “Boris, listen. He’d simply throw you in jail in a second.” He rails against the English for holding Assange in Belmarsh prison.

When he is not on a crusade or unravelling a conspiracy, Stone relaxes through Buddhist meditation. “Moderation in all things,” the man who came up with the phrase “greed is right, greed works” says with no evident sense of irony. He enjoys hanging out with his friends. “I have a nice life. I’m lucky,” he says before quickly adding, “I wish I had been more honoured and respected in my lifetime, but it seems that I took a course that is in conflict with the American Empire.”

Stone’s films have had relatively few strong female characters. Ask if he welcomes the #MeToo movement and the challenging of old gender norms and he gives a typically contrary answer. “It cuts both ways, though. There are reasons for patriarchy through the centuries,” he says. “Tribes tend to have a strong leader. You need strong leaders, but I do see the feminine impulse as being important, especially when situations become too militant. The feminine impulse, I’m talking about the maternal impulse not the Hillary Clinton/Margaret Thatcher version of feminism. They’re men. They’re not women,” he says. “I don’t want women in politics who want to be men. If a woman is a woman, she should be a woman and bring her maternalism. It’s a leavening influence.”

The director deplores the rush to judge historical figures about past misdeeds from a contemporary point of view. “I am conservative in that way… don’t expect to rejudge the entire society based on your new values.”

He met with Harvey Weinstein in Cannes a few years ago to discuss a potential Guantanamo Bay TV series. “At that point, maybe he knew he was on the ropes; he was delightfully charming and humble.” The project was scuppered by the scandal that that engulfed the former Miramax boss, who is now behind bars as a convicted sex offender. Stone’s gripes with Weinstein are less to do with his sexual offences than with the way that he attacked films like Born on the Fourth of July and Saving Private Ryan to boost his own movies.

“The press loved him [Weinstein]. Don’t forget, they loved him in the 1990s,” he says, remembering the disingenuous way in which Weinstein portrayed himself as the underdog taking on the big, bad Hollywood system.

“I think he robbed Cruise of the Oscar, frankly,” Stone huffs at the intensive Weinstein lobbying which saw Daniel Day-Lewis win the Academy Award for Best for My Left Foot, denying Tom Cruise for Born on the Fourth of July in the process.

Stone acknowledges his status in Hollywood has diminished. “All that’s gone. The people have changed,” he says of the days when the studios doted on him and his films were regularly awards contenders. Now, he’ll often finance his work out of Europe. He is developing a new feature film (he won’t say what it is). “Never say die, never say it’s over,” he says of his career.

Stone is based in Los Angeles and also has “a place in New York”. During the pandemic, he still managed to travel to Russia to make his nuclear power/clean energy documentary. “I got my shots over there because the EU is so f***ing stupid,” he says of the of the Europeans’ refusal to recognise the Sputnik vaccine. “It’s ridiculous, part of the political madness of this time.”

Now, he is putting all his energy into his new documentary about nuclear power. He waves away the idea that the Chernobyl and Fukushima disasters show what can go wrong – they were accidents.

“Accidents you learn from. If there were not a few crashes, how would you fly?” he says. It’s a line that somehow seems to express his entire philosophy of life.

-Geoffrey Macnad, "There’s still a presence out there reminding people not to speak about JFK’s killing," The Independent, Jul 15 2021 [x]

[allthebestcowboyshavedaddyissues]

my favorite 10:

All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues (1x11)

These aren't in a ranked order, so starting off with season one, (trying to avoid doing season finales because those feel like another league). This was the episode my love for Jack solidified, his relationship with Christian here isn't the worst it's ever been, but it's devastating enough. Jack's heart is pulled in two directions: his responsibility to his patient, and his love for his father. Ultimately, despite his father's manipulation, the hidden pregnancy is revealed and Jack does the right thing. His father was drunk, and he messed up. His mistake killed the patient. Jack is relentless in this episode, he does not believe Claire (which he blames himself for later when she is taken by Ethan), and it parallels down to pregnant Claire and the pregnant patient, who Jack feels he had also let down. Jack refuses Kate's pleading to stop and eventually resuscitates Charlie.

Outlaws (1x16)

Okay, the opening of this one is just haunting and devastating, from my first watch to now this one has stuck with me the most. The shot of his Dad's feet as he shoots himself is something I will never get over. Despite the horrific cold open, I love how lighthearted the rest of the Island...seems. Until we get another flashback that brings me back down to the "Oh! this is devastating!" Sawyer's obsession, his very own Sawyer, and here's his chance to move on, to find peace. Also, Christian being the one to push Sawyer into this is just the cherry on top of the sundae of tears this show is. Christian gives him advice he thinks will absolve Sawyer, something he wants to do for himself and his relationship with Jack, and it ends up making everything worse. Ironic, isn't it? He fucks up and kills the wrong man. A man, who as far as we can tell (besides a simple ? debt), was not a bad person. His last words to Sawyer are, "It'll come back around." And suddenly the boar plotline is less funny and more, jesus christ Sawyer thinks this guy came back as a boar on the Island to torment him. Sawyer letting to boar go at the end, because it's "just a boar," is without a doubt one of my favorite moments.

Two For the Road (2x20)

Honestly, where would we be without this episode? JAW DROPPING ENDING. It took me forever to warm up to Ana Lucia, especially after...you know :/ And of course, right when I was starting to really enjoy her, death comes to the door. This one just hurts, I love Michael and his torment over losing Walt was my favorite plot point in S2 especially as we see the terrors of The Others. It's hard for me not to feel bad for him, for Ana-Lucia, and then wait what's tha— Libby? Oh f— Just devastating all around, and therefore is in my top 10 favorite episodes. Also because the jaw-dropping reaction everyone has to it is endlessly entertaining.

Tricia Tanaka is Dead (3x10)

Pretty sure everyone loves this one. Everything about it is perfect, and it is a much-needed break from sadness. Enough said!

The Constant (4x05)

The highest rated episode of Lost for a reason. The cuts between Desmond and Penny talking is THE DEFINITION OF ROMANCE. Ugly crying.

Meet Kevin Johnson (4x08)

I don't know if many people love this episode like I do but to me, it's a really sad (shocker... a Michael episode is sad...) and interesting character delve into Michael who we haven't seen since the double-murder and his takeoff with Walt. Michael's suicide attempts, his loss of contact with Walt, his nightmares/visions of Libby, and his guilt reaches an all-time high. We also finally get more insight on the crew and the new cast additions of S4 which we will have until the end of the show. I love Michael's reaction to Keamy, his attempt with the bomb, and that "Not yet" note that makes me evil grin and die inside. Knowing what happens later, and how Michael's need for redemption is never technically wrapped out (in the show anyway) this episode makes everything worse. Yay!

The Variable (5x14)

Death. You hate to see it. Daniel is such an incredible addition to the show, and to finally see more of his life was fantastic. It is also incredibly cruel and leaves you with that sinking feeling in your stomach when you see his final moments. His expression as he looks up at his mother's younger image, her gun's bullet in his body. She always knew this was going to happen. She always knew, and she sent him anyway. What the fuck.

LAX (6x1-2)

I'm a huge fan of alternate timelines, even though this technically isn't one, I love seeing what might have transpired if the plane landed. Because let's be honest, their lives are so miserable, how much worse could it get? Christian's body is missing, as we might remember, and the turnout of it feels worse because this time Jack really is going to his funeral. The one he's supposed to have. Boone's "I'm sticking with you," OH GOD. Also, the shot of everyone leaving the plane is just....AHHHHHH. The parallels between the smiles between Jack and Locke are sad. Jack and Locke are my favorite dynamic and the scene about Christian's body is GUT-WRENCHING. Jack gives him a business card, and I curl up into a ball and die.

Ab Aeterno (6x09)

RICHARD EPISODE?! say less, I'm there. Once again, my god everyone here is so fucked up and miserable. Another beautiful romance down the drain. Richard begging for forgiveness and being denied is so draining to watch. He's then sold into slavery, and the scenes on the Black rock are fucking scary. He's spared, or is he? The dunking scene with Jacob is a thrill, "Still think you're dead? why should I stop?" / "Because I want to live."

The Candidate (6x14)

Not sure if I even want this here. Because it is genuinely the most depressed I have ever felt prior to The End (6x18), but it is also just a perfect episode because of this pain. I was thinking about how Sawyer's first conflict scene with Sayid he makes an inarguably racist remark about Sayid being a suicide bomber. And this is the exact way Sayid dies. Sawyer's lack of faith or trust in Jack, who has recently taken Locke's mantle of being the Man of faith, is what gives us this horrific ending. The worst part of this is the conflicting feelings because you understand why Sawyer lost his faith in Jack, but you also just hold out hope that they'll get through this. Then we lose Sayid, and it's so fast you barely even register it, just the clank of his feet as he runs as far away from the people he cares about and blows up. Kate's already shot, and Sawyer gets a head injury, now Sun's trapped, and everything that could possibly go wrong has gone wrong. All of it just happens SO FAST that you feel sick. I have no doubts that they all would have stayed and died together trying to help Sun if Jin hadn't urged otherwise. Jin tells her he will never leave her again and it's true, he never does. Not until he's technically gone, their corpses let go of each other, and he floats away with the water. It's the last shot we see of them, it's our goodbye to them just as much as it is their goodbye to each other. I need a fucking brick to bash my own head in. We get to the surface and everyone is just hunched over, sobbing and reeling with grief. Jack walks off and the despair has never felt worse than it does right here, under the moon and stars as debris from the sub floats up and onto the shore. Also, an argument I'd like to make, is that no way Jin would have left Sun, not even for their daughter he never got to meet. I highly doubt he would have been able to parent her at all, with the reminder that he left the love of his life to drown alone. That would just never happen.

Anyway, these are my top 10 favorites as of now. It's impossible to really pick though if I'm being honest. My top 10 least favorite is difficult too, because I agree that there are no 'bad' episodes of Lost. And there are maybe 4-5 episodes I just don't enjoy that much...cough, you know at least one.

what are your guy's top 10 episodes of lost, favorite 10 and least favorite 10?

[shebeafancyflapjack]

The handholding scene at the end of S1 >>>>>>>>>>>> The handholding scene at the end of s2. Just sayin'.