#but that movie had good timing for my heart

[suiana]

yandere! skater boy who doesn't think he deserves to be with you. you're all prim and proper, rich and elegant like a piece of royalty. while he's just some... guy. yes, this is a classic case of rich x poor but this time you're the rich one.

yandere! skater boy who loves you ever so much. you're his everything, his one and only. he'd do anything for you, tear his own heart out and serve it on a silver platter all for you. you're everything. however the status gap between the two of you only serves to increase his insecurity in the relationship. especially with how different your lifestyles are. he's a broke college skater living from paycheck to paycheck, and you're... you're you. you in all your perfect glory, living the high life. you deserve better than him.

"hey babe? are you sure you're alright being with me? i just... i think you deserve someone better," your boyfriend murmurs, your hand in his as his thumb rubs the back of your hand. he doesn't know whether you feel it too. the increasing whispers and disdainful actions of those around you. "of course it's fine. as long as we're happy together, right?" your response is as lighthearted as ever and he can't help but let out a sigh. right... as long as the two of you are happy together. since when has he started worrying about what others think anyway?

yandere! skater boy who can't afford expensive gifts or extravangant surprise trips to hawaii or paris. he can only offer you his heart, a burned cd with songs that remind him of you, or maybe the crochet flowers he made himself. it's not much, unlike any of the previous gifts you've gotten before and he's sure you're underwhelmed by his... wait you like them? seriously?

"you... like it?" he stares at your expression, his fingers tingling from where you touched him. his heart feels funny. fast, skipping beats. you've always had that sort of effect on him, making him feel things he's never felt before. his beloved lover. the master of his heart. "like it? i love it! this is so sweet, thank you so much for this! look, you even wrote me a long note! this has to be one of the best presents ever!" oh. oh. you love his gift. you... love his gift? his mouth goes dry, tongue quickly darting out to wet his lips. he could only look the other way, feeling his cheeks heat up just like yours. "fuck, babe..." he mumbles, hearing your happy chirps about how much you adore him and his handmade presents. you're too precious for him. "you deserve better." so much better.

yandere! skater boy who feels awkward attending all your rich people events. he has no decent outfits, lest ones that are appropriate for an event of such high status. he feels so unwelcome in this place no matter how much you try to reasure him. he knows it. he shouldn't be here. it's in the very way people are looking at him.

"are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" it's too hot, too stuffy. too claustrophobic. he feels suffocated in this massive ballroom, as though he was being choked by the tension of everyone's gazes. he tugs at the collar of his one and only slightly formal button up shirt, sweat lining the insides of his palm. meanwhile, you're the life of the party. all smiles and joyful chirps. god, you look so beautiful when you're smiling. are you happy that he's here? "of course it's fine. you're my boyfriend. i want you here." yeah, your poor and not high society boyfriend. he wants to just drag you both out of this place and go back home, watch a movie or something.maybe show you a few cool tricks on his board at the park nearby. just the two of you and the comfort of the night. nothing good ever comes out of socializing with others. especially not snobby rich people who think they're too good for the brokies. but not you. never you. you're different. you're not like them. so if you want him to stay, he'll stay. he'll stay even if he others want him out, even if he wants to leave. anything to make you happy. you're the only one who matters anyway. just you. only you.

yandere! skater boy who just can't let go of you. he knows he should but... no, he just can't swallow or accept a life without you. you, of all people. everyone else can fuck off and die in a ditch somewhere. but you? god, you're everything to him. you're the one good thing in his life. he can't let you go.

"what's wrong, hm?" your voice is so warm. like the warmth of sunshine after a heavy rain. home. you're his home. your boyfriend sighs into your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he crushes you on the bed under his weight. this is it. this is what his life was destined for. to be one with you. nothing more, nothing less. "i love you babe." and he means it, he really does. he's grateful you want him back too. he doesn't know what he'd do without you. just thinking of going back to the way things were before he met you... no way. that's worse than breaking his board in front of him which is like, death itself. "i want to stay with you forever," a brief pause as he looks you in the eyes. fuck, you're beautiful. how can someone be this perfect? what was he going to say again? your blinding beauty made him forget. oh right. "can i be your husband?"

[thelov3lybookworm]

The Red Carpet

Summary: Flashes and interviews, the dreaded part of his job. But at least his wife is with him.

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Word Count: 1651 (including comments and captions)

Warnings: none me thinks 😋

A/n: first time doing smau kinda nervousss 🤪 BUT IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS AHAHAH

azzie is a movie star, yn is a fashion designer and his college sweetheart (ps. my heart my soul @berryzxx gave me the idea to make yn a fashion designer so ILYYY 🥹🥹🥹)

(id love to expand in this universe tbh, so if youve got ideas, lemme know 😋 cass and rhys coming soon, maybe ill do some for vanserra bros too 🥹)

also im so proud of myself for coming up with all these usernames like who is dis 😳

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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Y/nAzriel_06

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Y/nAzriel_06 stole his matcha when he wasn't looking... think I'll stick to my good ole coffee 🫤😓 ps. so excited for the award ceremony today!! how many of you are we seeing?? ❣️✨

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Y/n'sHusband3000 look at that gorgeous woman 😍(I told you you wouldn't like the matcha😏i also knew you stole it 🤭)

Y/nAzriel_06 stawp it 🥹(no kisses for you today)

Y/n'sHusband3000 NO PLEASE IM SORRY

ticktockbomb these two are adorable omg

thebiggestpookiee IM GOINGGG OMG IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU AND AZRIEL AND THE REST OF THE STARLIGHT CASTTT 🥳

imjustagirl1995 girl why do you have two diff robes on 😭

Y/nAzriel_06 lmaooooo i put on the pink robe before shower, then Az decided it was important we match after shower 🤭

mor-theoneinred oh mY GOSH YOUR NAILSSSS 😍

Y/nAzriel_06 hehe Az picked them out for me 🤭

getsunghoonedloser i wish i was in that city i would kill to come 😞

Y/nAzriel_06 theres always a next time love!! you never know when we meet hehe <3

getsunghoonedloser omg ily 🥹

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One of the things Azriel thought could be better was the screams and flashes that bombarded him the moment he stepped onto the red carpet.

It was almost like he was some sort of zombie on his way to bite people, except that some people were such fans that they'd probably want him to.

Regardless, he smiled slightly and waved, going to greet his costars of a recent movie they acted in together. Cassian already seemed to be getting ready to walk closer to his old time friend. The movie had been very fun to work on, because not only did it have all his bestfriends working on it, the fans were also very excited for it to come out.

The one thing Azriel didn't like was the fact that Y/n was not in the film. She wasn't an actor, after all. But she did come to the set on most days to cheer him and his friends on. But what he didn’t like about her being in the film was that she wasn't going to be a part of the group photos taken on the red carpet.

She had stayed back when they arrived at the venue, telling Azriel to go on and get the group photos done.

She was a celebrity in herself, most of Azriel’s fans loving her more than they sometimes loved him. And he loved that fact. She would come once the group photos were done to take pictures with Az, apparently.

He couldn’t wait.

"My man!" Cassian hollered, dragging Azriel by the collar to where Rhysand and his wife, Feyre, who was also a part of the team stood, smiling at the cameras. Azriel took a moment to dust himself off and fix his suit before taking his place next to Cassian and Mor, facing the row of photographers and fans.

"Here!"

"Cassian, this way!"

"She’s gorgeous!"

"Oh my god, look at her!"

It was the last scream that made Azriel follow the sound of the voice, and when he found the fan who had called out, he followed her gaze.

To his wife.

She stood at the archway, leaning lightly against the frame, mobile in hand. She clutched the little device with both hands, holding it up to her chest and tilting her head to take the picture she was so focused on.

Immediately, Azriel’s cheeks began burning.

He turned back to the cameras that flashed at him, his smile getting harder to contain. Loud cheers followed his actions, making his cheeks redder.

It took only a few minutes before the shoots were done and Azriel lingered back, beckoning his wife closer. She smiled wide, walking over to him, the beautiful dark blue gown that complimented her skin so well swirling around her legs.

"Hello, love. Missed you." He murmured, his eyes fixed on her as she stopped by his side, wrapping her arms around his. Even the sudden influx of flashes wasn’t enough to get him distracted from the beauty that was in front of him.

She giggled, leaning into him and looking away from the cameras, deep into his eyes.

"We were away for only five minutes."

He shrugged, watching as she smiled once again for the photographers. "Missed you still."

She laughed, reaching up and grabbing his jaw to turn his face towards the photographers, who continued to yell instructions at them. It infuriated Az sometimes, but it was a part of the job.

Only made better by his wife by his side, of course.

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thebiggestpookiee

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thebiggestpookiee it was so fun seeing everyone at the event tonight! i saw so many celebrities and honestly my inner child is healed lol 🤭 (ps. peep Azriel and Y/n in the second picture, they were so adorable today 🥹)

Y/nAzriel_06 omg thank youuu 🥹 i love these pictures 😍

thebiggestpookie oh gosh thank YOU ❣️

maximusthehorse girl u lucky 😭

getsunghoonedloser oof they look gorgeous 🥹

myurlisnunya omg i want what they have 😭

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"I heard you designed his suit and your own dress?! Is that true??" The interviewer asked, looking only more excited than Y/n, which was a feat in itself.

Y/n nodded happily, and Azriel smiled, pride making his chest puff up.

"I was lying in bed one night, and then he told me we were invited, and I was like. I should make something."

"Oh my god. I also saw your post from a few hours ago. You said you made the designs in hours?"

Y/n giggled. "I was so excited for him to wear something I designed, so I sat down and locked in. And then the design was just somehow ready and sent for production the exact same day, and it felt so surreal."

The lady in the black dress squealed along with Y/n, and Azriel had to hold back a laugh at the way the two seemed to have become best friends in just moments. "I can’t believe it. That is so amazing! I’ve always been a fan of your designs."

"Thank you, thank you." Y/n smiled, flushing.

Finally, Azriel decided to chime in. "Me too. I’ve been a fan."

Y/n rolled her eyes fondly, gazing up at Azriel in the way that always had him feeling butterflies.

"I can tell! You look so good in that suit!" The interviewer laughed, nodding along.

Azriel wrapped an arm around Y/n, tugging her close as he grinned. "Not better than my designer, I’d say."

Y/n blushed harder, slapping Az on the chest, but he knew she loved it.

She always did.

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After a long tiring day, one of Y/n’s favourite way to relax was to curl up on the soft bed with either her phone and scroll or with a book.

And Azriel, of course.

He had been in the bathroom, washing up when she jumped onto the bed, crawling under the covers gremlin style and opened up her favoured app she designated for only mindless scrolling for when she waited for her entertainment -Azriel- to come so she could bother him.

She was doing what she did in these times when she suddenly paused on a video.

It was taken from an angle where both her and Azriel had been visible while he was with his friends taking pictures, and Y/n smiled at the way he began blushing when he noticed her.

It was one of the advantages of social media, the way memories are preserved.

The video switched to the person who had posted the video, screaming into a pillow before whispering into the camera, her eyes filled with what could only be admiration.

"Look at them you guys." She mumbled. "Literally look. Y/n looks so proud of him, and he looks so in love. If that is not what my future partner looks at me like, I don’t want him."

Y/n opened the comment section, her cheeks hurting from being stretched.

User1 i havent watched much of them but girl do i agree with you on this. I want what they have

User2 i only heard of them through a pick me who was trying to put yn down, but honestly, she seems like the sweetest person ever

User3 you should go check out her insta user2, she literally does her best to reply to every person that comments and shes always so positive. No wonder Azriel is so in love.

Y/n giggled, looking up when she heard the sound of the door opening. Azriel smiled at her, waddling closer to peck her forehead, in just a pair of light gray sweatpants. Y/n let him, but then the next moment, she shoved her phone into his face, wanting him to see the video too.

He only smiled, then snuggled in next to her and took her phone away. She didn’t mind, of course. She only had her sights set on the chest that looked so inviting as her pillow for the night.

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Y/n'sHusband3000

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Y/n'sHusband3000 so blessed to witness her shine ✨❣️💙

y/nazriel_06 my love you need to post your own pics too 😭

Y/n'sHusband3000 why do that when i can fawn over you??

myurlisnunya i love the way he uses the same heart emoji she does and then his own 😭

getsunghoonedloser RIGHT?? I THOUGHT I WAS BEING DELULU

rhysand-thegreat im so done with you being lovey dovey ew 🤢

nestasworld-obvi just say youre jealous feyre gives me more love than you instead of acting like a 4 year old 🙄

Y/n'sHusband3000 exactly 🙄

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I feel like this is something my Yuu would sing in the Mostro Lounge

Jealous!Yuu with Azul, Trey and Rook plss(seperate and romantic)

the song is so good omg, I've had it in my head since I saw this req. I've also reinterpretated the req a little bit, hope that's okay!

thank you for waiting so long <3

(also reader is pretty assertive in this)

Azul, Trey, Rook x Jealous! Reader

Azul Ashengrotto

The Mostro Lounge was buzzing, as always. Azul, in full business mode, was the perfect mix of charm and professionalism, pulling strings and striking deals with that silver tongue of his. It wasn’t hard to see why people were practically falling for him left and right.

And you? Oh, you were fuming.

It started with that one overly enthusiastic customer, leaning across the counter, giggling at everything Azul said. Then, a group of students practically lined up to thank him for his "kindness" (which you knew was probably tied to some convoluted contract). The final straw? Some guy who straight-up asked Azul if he wanted to "grab coffee sometime," while twirling his hair like he was in a cheesy romance movie.

You slammed down your empty drink and stood up so fast the chair screeched. Enough was enough.

The moment Azul stepped away from the crowd to retreat to his office, you were on him.

"Azul."

He froze, hand on the doorknob, and turned to face you. "Ah, is there something I can—"

You grabbed his tie and tugged, not too hard, but enough to shut him up and pull him closer. His glasses slipped down his nose as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Listen here, Azul," you started, voice low and firm. "I’ve been watching people fawn over you all night, and frankly, I’m this close to losing my mind."

"I-I beg your pardon?" he stammered, his usual eloquence completely deserting him.

"You know exactly what I mean," you huffed, glaring up at him. "You walk around, flashing that business smile, charming everyone without even trying, and it drives me crazy. When are you going to stop playing hard to get and make me yours already?"

Azul’s face turned a shade you didn’t even think was possible. "W-What?! I… I don’t—"

"You know I belong in your arms," you continued, taking a step closer, making him back up against the wall. "So what’s the holdup, huh? Or do you like torturing me by letting me watch all these people drool over you?"

Azul opened and closed his mouth a few times, utterly speechless. His glasses were fogging up slightly, and his hands hovered awkwardly at his sides as if he didn’t know where to put them.

"You’re jealous?" he finally managed to croak out, voice barely above a whisper.

"Beyond jealous," you admitted shamelessly. "And I’m done hiding it."

Azul’s blush deepened, and he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "I… I had no idea you felt this way."

"Well, now you do." You leaned in slightly, smirking at how flustered he looked. "So? What’s it gonna be, Azul? Are you gonna make me yours, or do I have to endure another night of watching people throw themselves at you?"

He straightened his glasses, avoiding your gaze, but the small, shy smile that crept onto his lips gave him away. "I… would be honored to make you mine," he said softly, then added, "And for the record, I don’t care about anyone else throwing themselves at me. I only care about you."

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn’t help but grin. "Took you long enough to admit it," you teased, finally letting go of his tie.

Azul chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I… suppose I have a lot to learn about expressing myself."

"Don’t worry," you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. "I’ll teach you."

And judging by the way his blush deepened, he didn’t mind the idea one bit.

Trey Clover

The scene in the Heartslabyul kitchen was one you’d seen countless times before. Trey, sleeves rolled up, apron tied snugly around his waist, calmly mixing batter in a bowl as the scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air. He always looked so perfectly in his element here, like nothing could ever faze him.

Unfortunately, your patience had absolutely been fazed.

"Did you see that? Trey is so cool and kind!"

"I’m thinking of confessing to him this weekend—do you think he likes roses or sweets more?"

The voices of swooning freshmen played on a loop in your mind, fueling the fire in your chest. Everywhere you went, someone was singing Trey’s praises. It didn’t help that he was everything they said and more—charming, steady, warm. He was the complete opposite of Riddle’s strictness, and freshmen flocked to him for it.

But they didn’t get to adore him like that. Not if you had anything to say about it.

you stormed into the kitchen, your footsteps firm and purposeful. Trey, ever composed, glanced up from his work and greeted you with a soft smile.

"What a surprise. I was just about to put these in the oven. Want to—"

"Cut the sweet talk, Clover," you interrupted, marching straight up to him and slamming your hands on the counter. His smile faltered slightly, though the amusement in his eyes betrayed him.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, setting the bowl aside and leaning casually against the counter, as if your obvious fury didn’t rattle him in the slightest.

"Yeah, something’s on my mind," you snapped. "I can’t take it anymore, Trey."

His brow arched slightly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. "Can’t take what, exactly?"

You stepped closer, effectively pinning him against the counter. Your tone softened, but your words carried the weight of everything you’d been holding back. "I can’t take watching people fall all over you. Every day, it’s the same thing—'Trey this,' 'Trey that,' 'Trey-senpai is so perfect.' And now I hear someone’s planning to confess to you this weekend?"

Trey tilted his head, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You seem awfully worked up about this."

"Of course I’m worked up! I—" You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you, Trey. You know I belong in your arms, so when are you going to stop torturing me and make me yours?"

For the first time, you saw Trey genuinely falter. His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. But just as quickly, he regained his composure, his smile softening into something warmer, more genuine.

"So, you’re jealous," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

"Obviously," you muttered, crossing your arms. "And if you knew all along, you’re even more infuriating than I thought."

Trey chuckled, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "I had a feeling, but I didn’t want to rush you. I was waiting for you to say it yourself."

"Well, I’ve said it now. What are you going to do about it?"

His smile turned fond as he reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I guess I should finally put you out of your misery, huh?"

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’ve been mine all along, you know," he murmured, his voice low and warm.

Your breath hitched, and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. "You… could’ve told me sooner," you mumbled, looking away.

"Where’s the fun in that?" he teased, though the sincerity in his tone betrayed how much he meant it. "Besides, it was worth the wait to hear you say it so passionately."

"Ugh, you’re a villain," you muttered, though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

Trey chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. "Villain or not, you’re stuck with me now."

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Rook Hunt

Rook Hunt was everything you could want—and everything you couldn’t have. At least, that’s what it felt like.

His poetic words and boundless charm had drawn you in long ago, and you were certain they’d ensnared countless others just as easily. He was magnetic, otherworldly, impossible to ignore. And the way he spoke to people—praised them—was just… who he was. You understood that. You accepted it. But it didn’t stop the burning jealousy from clawing at your chest every time someone looked at him like he hung the moon.

Like today.

“I think Rook might be interested in me,” someone had whispered. “He said my laughter was like a melody carried on the wind!”

You’d laughed it off at the time, acting unaffected as you walked away, but the words echoed in your mind, leaving you restless and frustrated. Of course, Rook hadn’t meant it like that. You knew better than anyone how whimsical and effusive he could be. But it didn’t matter. Every glance he cast, every flowery compliment he offered, made you feel like your claim on him—if you even had one—was slipping through your fingers.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

By the time you found him in the courtyard, you were trembling—not from anger, but from the weight of everything you’d been holding back. Rook stood by a tree, gazing up at the branches with a soft smile, the winter sun casting a halo around his golden hair. When he noticed you approaching, his face lit up, and he greeted you in his usual fashion.

“Ah, mon trésor! How radiant you are today! To see you is to feel the sun’s warmth, even in the cold of—”

“Rook,” you interrupted, your voice tighter than you intended.

His smile faltered, replaced by an expression of mild concern. “Is something wrong, my dear?”

You stopped just a step away from him, your hands curling into fists at your sides. “No, not wrong. Just…” You hesitated, swallowing hard. “I need to say this before I lose my nerve.”

Rook tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes, and the sight of him—so open, so beautiful—made your heart ache.

“I know how you are,” you began, your voice shaking. “I know you love to compliment people, and that’s… fine. It’s part of who you are. But…” You looked away, embarrassed by the heat rising to your face. “I hate the way they look at you. The way they think they might have a chance with you.”

“Mon ange…” Rook murmured, his voice softening.

“I’m not asking you to stop,” you said quickly, meeting his gaze again. “I could never ask you to change that. But I… I want them to know. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

There it was. The truth, laid bare between you. Your heart pounded as silence stretched, and for the first time, you saw Rook genuinely stunned. His eyes widened, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.

Then, slowly, a smile broke across his face—wide and radiant and filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

“Ah, mon amour,” he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion. “You are magnificent.”

Before you could respond, Rook closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as he gazed at you with a reverence that stole your breath.

“Do you know how long I have waited to hear those words?” he whispered. “How I have longed for this moment?”

Your breath caught, your eyes searching his. “You… you waited?”

“Of course,” he said, his smile softening. “How could I not? You are the one who holds my heart, mon trésor. I could not give it to anyone else, no matter how many compliments I offer.”

The relief that washed over you was overwhelming, and you laughed—soft and shaky, but genuine. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Rook chuckled, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks. “And you are extraordinary. Shall we make it official, then? Let the world know that we are one?”

Your heart swelled, and you nodded, a smile breaking across your face. “Yeah. Let’s.”

Rook beamed, his joy so infectious you couldn’t help but laugh again. And as he pulled you into his arms, spinning you around with the kind of exuberance only he could muster, you knew you’d never have to wonder if you belonged in his heart. You were already there.

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LAST POLL OF ROUND 4

Danny Kaye (The Court Jester, The Inspector General)—Danny Kaye, idol of my childhood, maker of the weirdest faces! This man SETS HIMSELF ON FIRE and then puts himself out in a bucket in a movie based on a Gogol short story. In the same movie (Inspector General), he flirts by playing a carrot as a musical instrument. In Wonder Man, he's brilliant but struggles with things like riding buses. I have been envious of his fake Italian/French/German/Spanish monologues in The Court Jester for the past three decades. As Walter Mitty, he is SUPREMELY SILLY yet also somehow manages to be a comic foil for none other than Boris Karloff. All this is to say nothing of The William Tell Song (TV, thus not linked, but great.) I adore him.

Donald O'Connor (Singin' in the Rain, Francis, Call Me Madam)— LOOK AT HIM. Those giant blue peepers. Those tappy tappy little feet that don't quit. The ears that stick out like little wings, ready to lift him up to goofy heaven. The way his face contorts into the strangest yet most endearing expressions. His ability to sing and dance alongside the hunk that is Gene Kelly and yet pull all attention away with his big-eyed buffoonery. The way his energy is unmatched in songs like "Make 'em laugh" - bouncing off the walls and tumbling through the air straight into my cold cold heart. Who else but a true scrungly lil guy would sit upon the witness stand and defend a talking mule with all the love and affection in the world - staring out into the court room with his bright wide eyes and eternally mouse-like expression, openly admitting that the mule is his best friend?!??! I see him and I want to pull him from the screen into my hand and just squiiiiiiiiiiiiish with all my might. I want to pinch his cheeks and have him bat those eyes at me. He just makes me go "eeehehehehehe" every time I see him and his silly little self. He is pure chaotic, ridiculous, scrungly perfection!

This is round 4 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Danny Kaye:

He's so stupid. I love him.

Donald O'Connor:

My silliest little guy. My funnyman. My horsie. I have watched many a bad movie for this man. The scrungliest fact I know about him is that he was supposed to star as Danny Kaye's role in the iconic White Christmas (1954), as he had known Bing Crosby since he was a child, but couldn't because he caught a mule disease while working on those Francis the Talking Mule films Universal endlessly made him do. I wouldn't exactly recommend those movies, but Don's character getting psychologically tormented by a sardonic mule does make for quite a good movie night, if you know what you're getting into. Are You With It? is another one I don't exactly recommend, but it does open with Donald as a math genius actuary who is about to kill himself over a displaced decimal point before getting taken in by a traveling carny instead. His more well-known and beloved roles have plenty of scrungliness too, in my opinion. This man slapsticked so hard he wound up bedridden for his physical exertion! Rather than submitting Make 'Em Laugh, which the electorate has likely already seen (I hope), I'm submitting an underrated dance number of his, where he explains maths through tap dance. That movie is Not good, but god do I love him in that role.

I think it's arguably very scrungly to seemingly be a real life cartoon character made out of rubber, as proven by how slapsticky the list of scrunglies is so far. In which case, Donald O'Connor? He scrungles supremely. He even played Buster Keaton in a movie (that apparently can't be recommended, but still).

[plumeria1]

A moment of peace

Masterlist

Note : I wrote this all at once and couldn't wait to publish it.

Pairing : Vi x Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : A soft moment after a long day

The day had seemed endless for Vi, and all she wanted was to come home and snuggle in your arms while watching a movie.

She had been disappointed not to find you when she got home, but she took advantage of your absence to take a nice shower and relax.

She was so tired that after drying herself, she didn’t bother to change and just collapsed like a sack of potatoes onto your bed, eventually falling asleep.

Upon your return, after spending the day with a friend, you were eager to see your girlfriend again. You were greeted by the silence of the apartment, but you guessed that Vi was already home since her shoes were near the door.

Upon opening the bedroom door, you understood why there was no noise. Vi was lying on her stomach, sprawled on the blankets, deeply asleep.

You smiled, realizing she must have had a long day. Seeing her like this made your heart melt; she looked so peaceful when she slept, and you found her adorable.

Seeing her in that position softened you; she looked so vulnerable. It was rare to see her in that state, but you knew you had to wake her up because otherwise, she wouldn’t sleep through the night, and the next day would be worse.

You climbed onto the bed and settled yourself astride Vi’s hips, without putting your weight on her to avoid hurting her, and ran your hands along her bare back.

She was pulled from her sleep by your caresses, as soft as feathers, then let out a small moan as she lifted her head.

-Shh, it’s just me.

There was curiosity, but mostly fatigue in her voice when she asked you what you were doing. You took the opportunity to lean toward her and kiss her gently; she felt your breasts press lightly against her back, which made her smile.

-You look like you’ve had a bad day, so I’m helping you relax.

Vi tried to turn around, but you prevented her by gently pressing your hands on her shoulders. Resigned, she let herself go to your caresses, and after a few minutes, your hands left her back, only to be replaced by the tips of your fingers tracing the tattoo that covered her back.

-It tickles.

You could hear the smile in her voice, but it didn’t make you stop.

This tattoo had always fascinated you. You’d never really taken the time to examine it in detail, but you couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. Vi had told you that she got it in prison, but she had never elaborated on the subject, and you hadn’t sought to know more.

When you finally withdrew your hands, you let out a cry of surprise when you found yourself with your back against the blanket, then burst out laughing. Vi had taken you by surprise by switching places with incredible ease.

She calmed your laughter by kissing you tenderly. You placed your hands behind her neck to deepen the kiss, but she decided to rest her head on your shoulder.

-I missed you.

-Did your day go badly?

-No, it was just long.

You stroked her hair while she ran her fingers along your arm. Vi didn’t often show herself like this; you were one of the few people who could see her like that, and fortunately, you also knew what to do in this situation.

-Here’s my plan for tonight: we’ll have food delivered, watch a movie, and spend the rest of the evening cuddling in bed. What do you think?

-I think it’s a very good plan, but I prefer that we start with cuddles.

You knew she probably said that because she simply didn’t want to get up, but you didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, even if you weren’t doing anything, you loved staying in bed with Vi for hours.

Once the evening plan was set, you stayed in bed for another hour until your stomachs brought you back to reality. Vi grabbed some clothes and went to the living room to choose a movie while you took care of ordering the food.

You spent the rest of the evening watching movies and eventually went to bed, satisfied and tired. Once in bed, Vi took you in her arms, and feeling sleep come, you rested your head on her shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes. Before you fell completely asleep, you heard Vi’s voice.

-I love you.

[venuslarkspur]

Could we get one explanation on how batsis charmed her Flings and how long they lasted or is she like Bruce. Like she can look at them and they fold

Okay I love this question and I’m here to explain 🫶

How Batsis charms her flings and how long her situationship lasted with some of them 💗

Warning: Paparazzi are low-key kind of crazy in this, mild nsfw, panic attacks, some insecurity for some characters, mentions of addiction.

Characters (paired with Batsis): Wally West, Roy Harper, Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine, Diana Prince, Hal Jordan, John Stewart.

Note: MY EXAMS ARE OVER I CAN FINALLY POST AGAIN <3 NOT PROOF READ

The Batsis Charm

- Okay so I always pictured Batsis as taking after Bruce, she turns on the Wayne family charm and deadly assassins fold. She adds some flirting and keeps up appearance, she isn’t afraid to dress alternatively either her style is ever changing.

- When Bruce first introduced her to the Justice League she was fresh out of university (pretty and clever!), she immediately enchants most of them in more ways than one.

Wally West

- These two together are a bit different, I think they both dated when they very young; teenagers. Very much puppy love.

- very healthy relationship despite how random it was, you only met through Dick. He had trouble accepting you both but did accept it.

- Very typical teenage dates like: the movies, the park, bowling etc.

- Batsis had faceless pics of them posted all over her socials.

- More Batsis coming round his for dinner then him coming to her.

- The relationship neves goes past kissing, had lots good times together though.

- The only way I see this ending is Wally struggles to be in the public eye so much with his gf, he wonders how Batsis has handled it.

- Everyone and their grandma know about this breakup when it happened, but overall ended on a good note.

Roy Harper

- These two are “she fell first but he fell harder” coded, they meet when they are both teenagers. Roy is a tiny bit older (1-2 years), starts off as unrequited love but also not really?! Batsis always loved him, these two faced the most challenges out of any of her relationships. 

- These two get more romantic as they get older (roy realising he’s got something good with this girl), Roy gets plenty threats from Jason on the daily.

- When it comes to Lian, Batsis went from dad’s friend to babysitter to stepmom to just mom. Roy remembers when Lian was very young and you just left after babysitting and he just tucked her in; he’s ready to leave for bed before Lian asks “is mommy coming again tomorrow?” His heart breaks when he realises she sees you as her mom.

- right people wrong time coded.

- Talks of giving Lian a sibling one day 💕🫶

Zatanna Zatara

- these two are the besties and or gfs forever!!

- Batsis attends all her magic shows, sometimes even becomes her assistant.

- Lots of pda, you smother her and she smothers you a lot as well.

- The media know all about you two, it’s a challenge to get away from them for a day.

- Slightly jealous type but won’t admit it, especially if one of your exes message you while you’re having one of your dates with her.

- Everyone at the JL knows they are together, whether they knew batsis liked girls or not they are surprised when you guys go public.

- Lots of Halloween couple costumes together, like magician + bunny, matching witch costumes, princess + genie, etc..

- Watch each other do your makeup, sometimes she does yours and you do hers. You brush her hair after all her magic shows.

- I love these two <3

John Constantine

- These two met by mistake, it started off as a random hookup; John didn’t even know you were the Batman’s daughter.

- When it gets revealed he makes so many comments, like “don’t want me to be your future son in law Batsy?” Shit like that.

- If you do start dating everyone would be shocked, let’s be honest these two were the most random couple ever.

- He just enjoys his time with you because he knows the day will come when you two break up so he’s just making the most of it.

- Rlly insecure no matter how serious you two get, you could be moved in together with a pet and he’d still ask “so you like me?”

- you cook him breakfast tbh, sometimes he cooks for you but you prefer to do it.

- These two are freaky asf. No more words necessary.

- You try and compare hand sizes and take pictures of you together.

- Not my favourite pairing but I still love them.

Diana Prince

- You’ve always admired her since Bruce first introduced you.

- She was the most radiant woman you’d ever seen, you fell HARD.

- Definitely Batsis’s bi/pan awakening, you’ve been chasing after her since your first day at the JL headquarters, everyone knows it.

- You’ve been on a few dates and you two regularly flirt.

- Lots of jokes (or not) about her whisking you away to Themyscira and staying there <3

- Media loves you both as well, despite the debate on whether or not you’re dating.

- The definition of “what are we?” You wonder if she’s just playing with you sometimes.

- You still respond to all her calls even if you’re on a date with someone else, she was literally all you ever wanted in your early days.

- The batfam approves of you two together 🫶

Hal Jordan

- Oh boy..these two are one of my faves.

- This relationship starts off sort of toxic?? You only hooked up with him the first time because you were mad at Bruce, AND YOUR FATHER WAS MAD.

- After he does his slut walk out of Wayne manor (in front of your brothers, sister, dad, and grandfather figure mind you) he asks when you two can meet again.

- You don’t keep things professional at headquarters so why should he? So there’s plenty of instances where his eyes wander too long over you, or when you undress him with your eyes at a meeting.

- Bruce doesn’t like it one bit, it’s actually a pregnancy scare that brings you and him together. Even though you found out your period was just late you could still be was slightly disappointed in you not being pregnant. You notice this and don’t bring it up, just invite him out for dinner sometime.

- Batsis the type of woman to pay the bill after he insists “he’s got this.”, yeah he left his wallet at home.

- If you’re moody at headquarters, he would definitely ask you if you’ve “had your period yet?” And he’s met with a firm slap on the head, from you and Dinah.

- These two are such sillies, Bruce isn’t happy, your brothers aren’t happy, but you’re happy. So who even really cares?

John Stewart

- This is the ex bf Batsis still cries over, I don’t wanna spoil anything for my newest fic but these two nearly got married definitely. And Batsis left him at the altar.

- You two end because he decided he can’t be with someone who doesn’t know what they want. Yeah he is the one who made you realise you need to take some to reflect. You just wanted him.

- Hal Jordan literally cried when he found out you two were now a thing.

- Nobody made you feel loved, if you had a spending addiction, HE got you through it.

- Bruce trusts him, his “no dating my colleagues” rule, doesn’t apply to this man because he’s witnessed how much happier you were.

- The only mildly concerning thing was the fact you could NOT shut up about him, it’s always “John” this and “John!” That, your family are genuinely sick of hearing about your amazing love life.

- Keeps you out the media’s eye if you’re not feeling up to any paparazzi that day. He just holds your hand and keeps you next to him.

- If you ever have a panic attack because of any of the paparazzi, he will take you into a secluded spot and just place kisses on top of your head and keep you firmly pressed against him, whilst reminding you “you’re safe.”

- You had no idea what you lost. And that’s why you still cry over him.

[slaytheday12]

walker asking you to the movies as a date but you don’t realize 🙂‍↕️

Movie Date?

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, when Walker’s name popped up in a text notification.

Walker: “Hey, you busy Friday night?”

You furrowed your brow, typing back. You: “Not really, why?”

His response was almost immediate. Walker: “Wanna catch a movie? There’s this new action movie I think you’d like.”

You grinned. Walker knew you had a soft spot for ridiculous car chases and over-the-top stunts. You: “Sure! Sounds fun. Who else is coming?”

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again. Walker: “Uh… just us.”

Your thumbs hovered over the screen, your head tilting. You didn’t think much of it. After all, you and Walker had hung out one-on-one before. No big deal, right? You: “Cool, I’m in. What time?”

When Friday rolled around, you found Walker waiting for you outside the theater. He’d styled his hair a little neater than usual, and he even had a jacket on, despite the mild weather.

“Hey!” you greeted him with a grin.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual. “You look nice.”

You blinked, glancing down at your casual outfit. “Uh, thanks. You look good too. Did you lose a bet or something? You’re wearing real shoes.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “I just thought I’d… put in a little effort.”

That should have been your first clue, but you brushed it off, assuming he was just in a weird mood.

The movie was great the two of you whispered jokes back and forth the whole time. But halfway through, you noticed how close Walker’s arm was to yours on the shared armrest.

After the credits rolled, you both went outside greeted by the cool night air. “That was awesome!” you said, turning to him.

“Yeah, it was,” he replied, looking at you with this soft, nervous expression you hadn’t seen before.

You tilted your head. “What’s up? You okay?”

He rubbed the back of his neck again, his cheeks a little pink. “So… you know this wasn’t just, like, a regular hangout, right?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I… kinda meant it as a date.”

You froze for a second, your brain replaying every interaction from the past week. The texting. The outfit. The armrest proximity.

“Oh,” you said, the realization finally hitting.

Walker’s face turned red. “But if you didn’t see it that way, that’s totally fine! I—”

“No, no, it’s okay!” you blurted, cutting him off. “I just didn’t realize. I mean… I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to hang out with you, so…”

He stared at you, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. “So… it’s a date?”

You grinned. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Walker’s smile widened, and suddenly, his earlier nervousness melted away. “Cool. So… same time next Friday?”

“Only if you wear the real shoes again,” you teased, bumping his shoulder.

“Deal,” he said, laughing. And this time, his laugh made your heart skip a beat.

A/N: one of my favs thx for the request.

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092, @shellsarepretty, @cheoriemoawa

[axolau]

TRANSFORMERS PRIME RANT

content warning: discussions of physical/psychological abuse

I’m going to try to write a rant but we’ll see how good I am at stringing my words together.

I love Transformers Prime with my whole heart, particularly Starscream, and despite and because of this, I don’t like the way his character plays out in season three.

After Starscream rejoins the decepticons at the end of season two, the abuse he receives from Megatron gets way worse. Megatron physically beat Starscream quite often in season one, and as season three progresses, this treatment is on full display and gets so much worse. And these abuse scenes are genuinely horrible and upsetting. Megatron physically dominates Starscream, who is much smaller and thinner, and the show spends a lot of time emphasizing his fear and screams as Megatron beats him.

Alongside Starscream’s abuse getting worse, he also gets significant Stockholm syndrome in season three, which makes the whole situation one thousand times ickier. While in season one Starscream tried to usurp and fight back against Megatron, now he looks up to the person who is actively and regularly beating him half to death.

But there’s nothing wrong with depicting a toxic character dynamic, it’s how the narrative frames it that matters.

Starscream gets treated worse by Megatron while thinking better of him as the show goes on. And the only people we get to see this ugly situation through the eyes of are Starscream and Megatron, who both think this is fine in one way or another.

We never get to see any other character acknowledge the abusive relationship. The autobots are totally oblivious or totally uncaring that it’s happening, and you can bet the other Decepticons aren’t going to do anything about it. Even after Megatron leaves behind his goal of oppression, he shows no regret of how he’d treated Starscream, the person who he had arguably made suffer the most. He just shouts at him and makes him flinch one last time then abandons him. He continues to mistreat him then leaves him behind. Leaves behind the person who he had physically and psychologically destroyed for thousands if not millions of years. Although I don’t expect Megatron to show sympathy for Starscream, since his ‘redemption’ was just him retiring and leaving everyone else to clean up the mess he made. (I have good and bad feelings on Megatron’s ending, but I don’t want to get too sidetracked)

What matters is, without Megatron acknowledging the horribleness of the situation, and without the autobots being aware of it, the only person who can acknowledge how toxic the situation was is Starscream.

But he doesn’t get this chance. His arc ends when the Predacons beat him up for revenge.

Starscream is an abuse victim, and he is never given a chance to heal. No character, himself included, ever fully acknowledges how problematic the situation is. He is never given a chance to be powerful. Over and over again he is forced to be weak and without agency. From the start of season three to the end of the movie, his character is a slow trickle into suffering more and more, being beaten down again and again until he doesn’t get back up.

When watching the show, I was fine with the amount of frightening abuse they were depicting on screen because I thought they would have some amount of healing from it. But it just gets worse and worse until the show ends and that’s it. It just feels like abuse for the sake of abuse at this point.

But the thing is, I’m not even opposed to Starscream having a bad ending. Let me explain.

I think it makes sense after him being conniving and evil and power hungry and cruel for his actions to catch up for him, and for him to be humbled in one way or another.

The thing is, they depicted Starscream’s fall to shame without ever giving him a moment of power. There’s no climax in season three where he takes control of his life again. There’s no moment where he gets to be more than humiliated and shamed.

Starscream is a victim, and he’s an abuser as well. He treats everyone around him horribly. He is a perpetuator of the cycle of abuse, where, after being abused by Megatron and others, he started to replicate their cruelty in order to have power.

The story needed to recognize him as both an abuser and a victim. It seemed to think these cancel out. That Starscream being beat by the Predacons in the end is the consequence of his abusive actions towards others coming back to haunt him. But just as a middle school bully doesn’t deserve to go home and be bullied by their sibling, an abuser does not deserve to be abused by another person. No one deserves to be abused.

Starscream being abused doesn’t pay for his crimes. And he isn’t just being humbled for treating the predacons badly; he’s being tortured.

As an abuser, Starscream deserved to see the consequences of his actions in some way, but as a victim, Starscream deserved any kind of moment of victory.

All this to say, this isn’t about wether or not Starscream deserved to be beat by the predacons (although I maintain that we should have better mindsets about paying for our crimes than “abusers deserve abuse”). This is about the fact that he deserved to see a shred of honor before his fall as well.

This is about the fact that as an abuse victim, he is given not a shred of dignity or an acknowledgment of his pain. His descent in season three isn’t even a character arc. There’s no growth, no resolution, no rising or falling climax. Like I said before, it’s just him suffering over and over, until the series ends.

Starscream is perhaps a good, although tragic, depiction of an abuser: a character who treats others poorly until it finally catches up to him. But he is a bad and problematic depiction of a victim: someone who never gets to be seen, even by himself.

[rmadridcore]

Under the Storm

Pairing: Aurélien Tchouaméni x Reader

Summary: On a rainy day, you and Aurélien share a moment of intense passion and intimacy, wrapped in each other completely.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warning: Smut! (Minors DNI)

Author’s note: okayy, i’ve been wanting to write for Tchou for a while but i couldn’t find proper inspo. apparently a tiktok edit i saw the other was all i needed 😭 here it is, hope you guys like it! tell me your opinions and also whether i should write for him more 🤍

The rain drummed gently against the windows, a soothing rhythm that filled the room with a sense of calm. The world outside was washed in shades of gray, the kind of weather that begged for blankets and whispered conversations. From the moment you opened your eyes that morning, the gloomy weather made you groan, casting a darker shadow over your mood. Starting the day with such horrific weather was never ideal, but your spirits lifted the moment you realized both you and your boyfriend had a day off. This dreadful rainy day could be transformed into a cozy, intimate one — filled with nothing but lounging around the house and basking in the warmth of your love.

Simple days with Aurélien always felt extra special. He had a way of making even the most mundane activities feel like extraordinary moments. It was his magic, his superpower: the ability to make you feel loved and excited at all times. His presence, his scent, his jokes, his face — everything about him was enough to bring you joy, contentment, and comfort, no matter the setting.

Especially now, as the two of you were sprawled on the couch in your shared home, limbs tangled together, your head resting on his firm chest. His hand moved softly through your hair in slow, soothing strokes. The faint, familiar scent of him filled your senses, intoxicating and comforting all at once. You fell asleep and woke up next to him every day, but his scent never failed to make you dizzy. That fresh, woody aroma, it was the smell of home.

Aurélien’s fingers threaded through your hair in a slow, rhythmic motion, while his lips left occasional, tender kisses on your head. The two of you were half-watching a silly movie, but when it ended, neither of you bothered to put on something else. The quiet, comfortable intimacy of the moment was far more captivating.

“You smell so nice,” you murmured, voicing the thought that had been swirling in your mind for a good twenty minutes.

He chuckled softly. “You tell me that almost every day.” His voice held a smile.

“That’s because you smell nice every day,” you replied, nuzzling closer into his chest. He responded with another soft kiss to your head.

“Stay here forever,” he murmured after a moment of silence, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers lazily massaged your scalp.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I actually live here,” you teased, a playful lilt in your tone.

“No, like… forever. Right here. With me,” he said, his voice warm but serious, as though he were pouring his soul into those words.

Your heart melted at his sincerity. “Baby,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, ever.” You kissed him again, this time on the lips, a quick, tender peck before resting your head back on his chest.

“Keep stroking my hair, or I’m outta here this second,” you warned playfully when he paused for a moment. His soft laugh vibrated against your cheek as he resumed his gentle strokes.

You began placing soft kisses along his jawline, intending to keep things innocent and savor the simplicity of just being close to him. But those soft kisses soon deepened into open-mouthed ones. You tried to stop yourself, wanting to hold onto the moment’s pure comfort a little longer, but the feel of his smooth skin, his intoxicating scent, and the soft, shallow breaths he let out when your lips met his skin made it impossible to pull away.

His hand slid from your hair to your waist, pulling you even closer as his lips sought yours. The rain continued its soothing rhythm against the windows, but inside, the room was filled with warmth — the kind of heat that chased away the chill of any gray day.

With his lips finding yours and your hand cupping his gorgeous face, Aurélien slipped his tongue into your mouth, not letting you catch your breath. Your lips moved in perfect sync, an unspoken understanding passing between you both with every kiss. His kisses were always special — warm, consuming, and utterly mesmerizing. The moment his mouth met yours, it was like the world beyond the two of you ceased to exist.

Without warning, he gently laid you back on the couch, his lips never leaving yours. His movements were deliberate but tender, a balance of passion and care that left you breathless. His hands framed your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as though he were committing every inch of your skin to memory. Slowly, he trailed his lips down to your neck, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers coursing through your body. When his mouth reached your collarbone, a soft hum escaped your lips, and he paused to glance at you, his gaze dark and smoldering.

Sliding to his knees in front of the couch, his hand moved to the button of your pants. His fingers worked the fabric open with a deliberate slowness that sent your pulse racing. He lowered the fabric down your legs, his touch lingering, as though savoring the feel of your skin beneath his hands.

“I want to make you feel good, angel,” he whispered, his voice sultry and smooth, wrapping around you like silk. Your chest rose and fell quickly, anticipation coiling tightly in your core as you nodded in acknowledgment, unable to find your voice.

Aurélien lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along the other leg until he reached your inner thigh. Each kiss was tender, yet it left a trail of heat in its wake. You couldn’t resist the urge to tug off your top, revealing the delicate lace of your bra. His gaze flickered up to meet yours, his lips curling into a cheeky smile before resuming his path.

He kissed the inside of your thighs with a deliberate intent, sucking gently until tiny purple marks bloomed against your skin. The teasing was almost unbearable, and you couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your lips.

“Please, Aurélien,” you pleaded, your voice laced with impatience and longing.

His eyes met yours, a playful glint sparking in them. “What do you need, sweet thing?”

“Everything. Your tongue. Your fingers. Please...please.” The words tumbled from your lips, your need overwhelming your usual composure.

“Patience, baby,” he teased, his lips grazing tantalizingly close to where you craved him most. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk at your frustrated sigh.

Finally, his hands hooked around the waistband of your underwear, easing it down and leaving you exposed to him. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue curling expertly around the sensitive nub. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your hips bucked instinctively, but his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you firmly in place. One hand slid up to your stomach, splaying against your skin to steady you as he flattened his tongue against your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

“You’re so beautiful. So wet. Is this all for me?” he murmured between strokes, his voice dripping with admiration. You nodded hastily, your breath coming in short gasps as his tongue continued its relentless assault.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as his mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony. He glanced up briefly, his dark eyes locking onto your flushed face before increasing the pace of his fingers. They moved inside you with precision, curling just right to hit the spot that made your back arch and your moans grow louder.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, amplifying the intensity of your pleasure. He squeezed your hand gently, the reassurance grounding you even as your orgasm built to a peak.

Your body trembled, a shudder rippling through you as your climax overtook you. A deep moan escaped your throat, your head falling back against the couch as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Aurélien stayed with you through every moment, his touch steady and comforting as he helped you ride out your high.

When your breathing finally began to slow, he climbed back up to you, his movements unhurried and tender. He brushed your hair away from your face, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, nose, and cheeks. “It’s okay,” he cooed, his voice gentle and soothing. Your eyes remained closed as you basked in the warmth of his embrace, your heart still racing but your soul utterly at peace.

You mindlessly pulled him closer, burying your face in his neck. The aftermath of your powerful climax left you craving his warmth and gentle reassurances. “Take me upstairs,” you whispered, your voice still shaky but full of longing. You kissed his neck softly, your hand trailing down his abdomen with deliberate intent.

“Okay, baby. Let’s go upstairs,” Aurélien replied, his tone filled with both tenderness and mischief.

Without wasting a second, you grabbed his hand and stood, leading him eagerly toward the staircase. “Eager girl,” he teased, his smirk evident in his voice as he followed your hurried steps.

“Need you to catch up,” you shot back playfully, glancing over your shoulder as you reached his room. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you silenced him by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. It was deep and consuming, leaving no room for argument. Together, your hands found the hem of his sweater, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. You couldn’t help but admire his sculpted frame, your fingers instinctively trailing down his chest and over his toned abs.

The back of your legs bumped against the bed, and you sank onto it, never breaking contact. Your hands roamed down his body, tugging his sweats and underwear down as he helped you slide them off completely. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, an unspoken urgency shared between you both.

Without hesitation, he joined you on the bed, his lips capturing yours again in a kiss so deep it stole your breath. Your body responded instinctively, every nerve alive under his touch. Your hands clung to his biceps, their strength grounding you, as his body aligned perfectly with yours.

When he shifted slightly, the unmistakable hardness of him brushed against your thigh, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. His lips never left yours as he entered you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. The sensation drew a moan from deep within you — a sound so raw and vulnerable it felt like you had been holding it in forever.

Aurélien froze for a moment, his dark eyes searching yours. “You’re okay?” he murmured, his voice laced with both concern and desire.

“More than okay,” you whispered, tightening your legs around his waist in response.

Your body instinctively clenched around him, and his reaction was immediate, a low grunt that vibrated through his chest. His fingers gripped your hips, holding you in place as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one drawing out a new wave of pleasure.

“You’re incredible,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your temple. “So perfect.”

Every word, every motion, sent you spiraling higher. Your nails dug into his back, desperate to ground yourself as the intensity built. “Aurélien,” you cried out, your voice shaky. “It’s so good. Please, faster.”

He pulled back slightly, his movements quickening as he adjusted the angle. The change sent a new wave of sensation crashing through you, pulling moans from your lips that left him in awe.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his lips trailed along your neck. “Anything, you only have to ask.”

You hesitated briefly, the vulnerability of the moment making you shy. But the intensity of his gaze gave you the courage to meet his eyes. “Don’t hold back,” you whispered, your hand resting against the nape of his neck. “I want all of you.”

You shifted, lifting yourself slightly, and Aurélien immediately mirrored your movement, his hands steadying you as you turned to face the headboard. Your back arched instinctively, presenting yourself to him. You heard him suck in a deep breath, the sound full of restraint as if he were forcing himself to keep control.

His hands settled on your hips, his thumbs brushing soothingly across your skin in a motion that reassured and electrified you all at once. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. Then, with deliberate care, he guided himself back into you, every inch of him sending shivers through your body as you adjusted to his size. He paused, giving you the time you needed, his fingers tightening just enough on your hips to anchor you.

“Take your time,” he whispered, his tone as soft as his grip was firm.

Your body responded instinctively, stretching and molding to him, until the tension eased and the pleasure began to bloom. He started to move, slow and steady at first, his rhythm purposeful. Each thrust built on the last, filling the room with the intoxicating symphony of your heavy breathing, whispered moans, and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. His grip on your hips tightened, not with restraint but with a passion so palpable it made your breath hitch.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The way your body responded to him was a constant encouragement, each moan spurring him on. “Such a perfect pussy, made for me.”

The heat of his words sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn’t hold back your response. “I love you,” you moaned, your voice shaky and raw.

His chuckle was dark and teasing, yet full of warmth. “Yeah? How much?” he asked, his voice husky as his hips snapped forward, driving deeper.

“So, so much,” you managed to breathe out, your voice trembling as the coil in your lower belly tightened with each of his perfectly angled thrusts. Your walls fluttered around him, your body responding to him in ways that felt completely out of your control.

Aurélien groaned at the sensation, his fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

You felt yourself spiraling, the tension inside you reaching its breaking point. “Gonna cum,” you gasped, your words barely audible as your chest heaved with shallow breaths.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his hand slipping down between your legs. His fingers found your clit, circling it with a pressure that sent you hurtling toward release. The combination of his thrusts and the expert movement of his fingers unraveled you completely. Your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, your body shaking as the most euphoric sensation tore through you.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice soft but commanding as he lowered himself over you. His lips brushed your ear, and he murmured, “Shhh, that’s it, let it happen. Let me take care of you.”

Your moans dissolved into soft whimpers as the waves of your climax crashed over you. Aurélien slowed his movements, drawing out every ounce of your pleasure as his hands slid soothingly over your back. You felt his rhythm falter, his hips pressing deep one last time as he groaned your name. Heat flooded your core, his release a hot pulse that seemed to blend with your own pleasure, leaving you both utterly spent.

He stayed still for a moment, his breathing uneven as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. Then, with infinite tenderness, he withdrew from you and carefully helped you onto your back. His hands never left you, guiding you gently as though you were made of glass.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “More than okay,” you whispered.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss to your temple, then your nose, and finally your lips. His touch was feather-light. He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his lips as he peppered soft kisses along your knuckles and the back of your hand, his eyes twinkling with affection.

The tender gesture made you giggle, the sound light and airy, breaking the charged atmosphere with an intimacy that was uniquely yours. “What’s so funny?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Nothing,” you said through another laugh. “Just…you’re too sweet.”

He grinned, leaning down to press one last lingering kiss to your lips. “Only for you,” he murmured, his voice soft and genuine.

He gathered you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. His warmth surrounded you, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing as your breathing slowed. As the night stretched on, you felt yourself drifting off, the safety and love in his arms lulling you into peaceful slumber.

[tfc-hockey]

QUINN HUGHES AND CHRIS TANEV: A VERY SHORT PRIMER

Chris Tanev (low on teeth, big on heart)

“I get Tanny or Tans, usually. It’s been Tanny for a while, then it transitioned to Tans a little bit, so one of the two.”

Quinn Hughes (but back when he was a baby rookie)

“Quinn, he’s got a got bunch of nicknames … Q or Huggy or Hughes or Hughesy.” (...) veterans in the Canucks room were insisting on calling Quinn “Huggy Bear," Tanev all but admitted his own culpability. “For me, yeah,” he said of using the Huggy Bear monicker, “but I think a lot of guys call him Q, though."

He was indeed a little too cute 🥹 good thing he had someone around to look out for him

Just sit on the couch IN SILENCE FOR 30 MINUTES! Right after Quinn arrived in Vancouver! Tanev is just so chill! The "if" on "IF we're watching a movie" doing so much work. (No Netflix and Chill, just Total Silence and Chill.)

[including the second paragraph because "(Quinn) can have as many iced teas as he'd like" is both hilarious and 😭]

Which brings me to my favorite part: Tanev as Team Dad

Do you have Daddy Issues? Chris Tanev is here for you!

Oh, Chris Tanev is extremely important to the team you say? It would be a shame if someone were to lose him in free agency...

Yeah, the Canucks lost him in free agency.

Tanev has since been traded a couple of times and now plays for the Leafs (incidentally the same team that knocked out most of his teeth). Every time Tanev seems even vaguely available for trade, Quinn starts campaigning to try and get him back to Vancouver.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

Part one in where Tommy fosters/adopts Daniel (Buck's bio kid)

“You said ‘yes’?” Lucy’s eyes were wide, and her jaw had dropped at the news that Tommy had actually agreed to take Daniel, the two-year-old boy that Tommy had saved.

“Yeah.” Tommy sighed when he answered, avoiding her gaze as he led Lucy, Melton, and Ashara out of the hospital. He was surprised when all three came by after their shift ended- which was 7 am. Tommy had called Melton to pick him up, but apparently Lucy and Ashara had wanted to come to see what had happened afterwards. “Look, I know it’s unorthodox and-”

“Out of character?” Lucy added with a guffaw, her expression matching the others, Melton and Ashara seemed worried. “Tommy, I know you’re attached to the kid, but have you thought about this? Thoroughly?”

Melton nodded, “He’s a toddler, I understand you have a house, but you found Hondo difficult to juggle with work- and he was a puppy.” He pointed out.

“Do this have anything to do with you breaking up with-”

“No!” Tommy realized too quickly that he came out too strong and loud at that, and judging by the other’s reaction- they didn’t quite believe him either. “No, this has nothing to do with my break-up.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his arms in frustration, “This-I don’t know why, I just said yes and I know it’s a commitment and one that could break my heart if Daniel’s family decides to take him in or, I don’t know, social services might not think I’m a good fit to even adopt him- but I want to do this, more than anything, I’m not scared? Not really.” He laughed more to himself, rubbing his face tiredly as the realization hit him- he wasn’t scared of the unknown here.

He had doubted for the longest time about being a father, mainly because he didn’t want to become like his dad. He had thought that he would always just be “uncle Tommy” to Sarah’s kids.

But…

A part of him wanted this.

“Look,” He started off firmly, “I know I’m crazy for doing this and, yeah, I haven’t had long to think about it, but I know this could end in a million ways, but I want to do this. And I don’t need your permission or blessing for this.” He told them, knowing full well that he sounded stoic and closed off. “So either get off my back or don’t say anything at all. I don’t need-”

Melton was the first to raise his hands in defeat, “Hey, woah.” He looked at the two women at his side, Lucy looked mildly annoyed and Ashara’s brown eyes were all watery now. “When did you hear us say we weren’t gonna support you?” Melton asked, “We just want to make sure you know what you’re doing, whether or not you know this, pendejo, we actually care about you.”

Tommy snorted at that, his gaze shiftting down to the floor.

“He’s right, you asshat, you honestly think you’re gonna be alone in all this?” Lucy asked, punching Tommy’s shoulder hard, “Please, you know that kid is gonna need his aunt Lucy so he can watch movies that aren't romantic comedies.”

Melton pointed to the hospital, “You already know that kid has me as his tío, ondulado there is gonna have to call me when he gets sick of eating the only six variations of pastas you know how to cook.” Melton joked.

Despite the anger still ebbing, Tommy found himself laughing along with the two. He eyed Ashara, knowing the younger girl was the newest but also the voice of reason and most excited about being a part of a team. “I’m guessing you also want to be an aunt?” he asked her, watching as she excitedly jumped and clapped her hands.

“Yes! Are you kidding me? I always wanted to be an ammah!” she went in for a hug, causing Tommy to let out a little “Oomph.” once Lucy went in for a hug as well, Melton laughed as he went in for the group hug as well.

Tommy felt himself relax in their hold. It felt overwhelming but amazing to have this. He was expecting-at most- his sister to just be a support from afar. He hadn’t expected his team to step up like this and be there for him.

“Thanks guys.” He sniffed once they broke apart from the group hug. “I appreciate this, you have no idea how much.”

“We have some idea.” Lucy teased, poking Tommy’s arm, “Because you’re gonna be buying us coffee as we get Danny everything he needs. When is he supposed to go home with you?”

‘Home’ had Tommy smiling, he was about to take his kid home.

His kid.

(Yeah, he was getting ahead of himself here, but he couldn’t help it.)

Tommy looked at his watch, it was only 8 am now. Claudia had told him that he could pick-up Daniel by one.

“One pm today.”

“Today?!” the three repeated incredulously.

Melton let out a swear before pulling out his phone, “Yeah man, that does not give us a lot of time, but we can definitely pick up the major things- like a bed and a dresser. So we need to run to the store now.”

Lucy was massaging her temples, “Safe to assume Danny doesn’t have any clothing besides the ones we he was brought into?”

Tommy shook his head ‘no’, “But I can go to the store or maybe order-”

Lucy scoffed, waving him off as she pulled out her phone and started typing, “Please, save your money. Kid is probably gonna shoot up like a weed in the next week alone. I have two brothers that have six boys, each. Trust me, they probably have clothes that still have their tags.” She bit her lower lip, “I can have my brother drop off the clothes, and ordering groceries is a breeze.” She pointed at Ashara who immediately started to smile.

“Let me baby proof the house! I can find anything and everything to make sure Danniel doesn’t get into anything.” Ashara promised, “I can also help decorate his room.” She paused, giving Tommy a coy smile. “Are we thinking firefighter theme for the room?”

“Oooh.” Melton looked at his phone excitedly, “I’m sure we can find a firefighter theme bed.”

Tommy was hesitant to answer, now it was starting to feel overwhelming. “I think he likes Bluey, maybe you guys can-”

Melton patted his back, “Easiest theme to find for a 2-year-old.”

Ashara agreed, “Let’s meet at Tommy’s by noon?”

The others agreed, which is how Tommy found himself sitting next to Melton in his SUV and on the way to a furniture store.

-

He was crazy.

Tommy knew this.

He knew he was out of his mind for doing this.

But regardless of what felt like a spur of the moment decision, he was still in his guest room which he used for storage and was currently finishing up building a toddler bed. He and Melton had gone to a furniture store and bought whatever they could- including a blue transitional bed (Yeah, he and Melton fell hard for the sale “It’s a bed that grows with your child”), a matching dresser, and nightstand. Ashara had kept her word and bought every little thing that was needed to make sure every crevice of the house was covered and shielded from children; she had also bought way too many Bluey themed decorations (“What? How was I supposed to pass up a Bluey rug?! It’s so cute!”). And true to her word, Lucy’s brother had happily dropped off clothing for Daniel, much of it still had their price tags. Hell, the three pairs of shoes the guy brought over were still in their original boxes. Lucy had also ordered groceries, leaving Tommy’s fridge and cupboards filled with toddler friendly food and snacks (“Really? Who wants to eat Hulk themed gummies?”). Melton had even taken it upon himself to find out what Tommy needed in order to go on parental leave (“Listen, you have 3 weeks for parental leave, plenty of time for you to find a nanny or get Danniel enrolled into a daycare.” Lucy was already on the phone, informing Tommy that her brothers and sisters could get him on the top of a waiting list at the drop of a hat).

 By the time 12:30 pm rolled around, the others had insisted that Tommy go to pick up Daniel while they got things wrapped up at home.

Tommy felt jittery as he eyed the newly fitted car seat next to him, this was real.

He was taking in Daniel.

It might be a forever thing, but it was a right now thing.

He couldn’t shake away the nerves as he stepped off the elevator to the pediatric floor. He could feel his heartbeat loudly as he made his way to Daniel’s room.

“Uh, hi.” He greeted Claudia who was leafing through papers in a folder.

“Tummy!” Daniel’s giggles had taken away all of Tommy’s fears and nerves, Tommy found himself already floating towards the toddler who had his arms outstretched to Tommy.

“Hey kiddo.” He gently picked up the little boy, “Ready to ditch this popsicle stand?” he knew the kid didn’t know what he meant but that didn’t stop Daniel from hugging Tommy, clearly Daniel felt Tommy’s absence in a span of five hours. “Aww, kid. I missed you too.” He murmured, gently rubbing the little boy’s back as he felt Daniel’s tears hit his neck. “I got you.” He promised Daniel, feeling his voice hitch and eyes sting with tears.

“You ready?” Claudia asked knowingly, her small smile made Tommy even more confident in his decision.

Whether or not he got to adopt Daniel officially, Daniel was always going to be his son.

[luuvprincess]

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Now play Stranger by Jhené Aiko

Sierra

🩵3 Weeks Ago🩵 "C'mere Sierra." Shawn said grabbing my arm. "No Shawn im done with your lies." I said as yanking my arm out of his grip but his grip was little to tight. "Ouch Shawn let me go your literally hurting me."

"Sierra listen to me and stop tryn a fucking leave. That's your damn problem, that's all you do is run, run and run you don't ever wanna talk shit out."  He says as he let me go.

"What the fuck is there to talk Jashawn all you do is lie to me and I all I fucking ask is if you would be fucking honest with me for once."  I said.

"I'm sorry my heart." He said. I rolled my eyes folding my arms over my chest. "Fuck you Jashawn I'm done new year new nigga cuz you ain't it for this year." 

"Man what? New Nigga? Sierra you better go on somewhere with all that shit." He says as he laughed in my face.

"You thinking everything a fucking joke." I said shoving him causing him to stumble back little grabbing my purse off the couch and I started walking away towards his front door. "Whatch when I pop out with my Nigga we gonna see who's really laughing."

🩵 Present time 🩵

Sierranicole 7mins ago(💚closes friends💚)

"I'm gonna miss you Ko." I said as I sat in between Imani and Dakota. This was mines and Imani last 2 weeks in New York before we moved to Florida. We made plans with Dakota to take little mini weekend trips to fox woods Casino up in Mashantucket, Connecticut.

"I'm gonna miss yall too." She said pouting.

"Y'all stop all that pouting shit let's go dance I see some fine ass niggas on that dance floor." Imani said as she stood up pulling us out our seats and on to the dance floor.

We were on the dance for about 30mins before we decided to go back to section and sat down for another round of drinks and a smoke session.

"Oh my god yall look who's calling." Ko said showing us her phone as my brother contact name flashed on her screen. I took her phone and answered it.

"Wheres DaKota?" He asked. "Don't worry about her she enjoying herself with her friends." I said hanging up on him before he could speak again.

"Girl you gonna get me in trouble doing all that on my phone." She said as she took it back. I rolled my eyes. "Girl please we're two hours away."

"Right Ko relax we took this trip for a reason." Imani said passing me the blunt. I grabbed it taking a hit out of it. I hit it a few more times before passing it back to Imani since Ko doesn't smoke.

After spending another hour out we decided to call it a night and got back to our hotel. We reached our room and got settled in for the night ordering room service. We all took a shower and watched a movie while we ate to call it a night.

The next morning a came along and we were just checking out and bring out bags to the car. We all had fun on our little weekend getaway but now it was time to get back home so me and Imani could finishing packing up the rest of our things. The ride was on 2 hour drive so we weren't on the road for that long I dropped Imani off at her place first then me and Ko headed to my mom's house.

"CECE!" Selena yelled running up to me as we walked into the door. I picked her up hugging her tight then my twin nieces came up to us hugging their mom first.

"Auntie Cece look my tooth came out." Brielle said smiling showing me her missing tooth.

"Oh my goodness your becoming a big girl now." I said picking her up. I walked to the kitchen seeing my mom. "Hey mom." I said.

"Hey yall back how was the trip?" She asked.

"It definitely needed we had fun." I tell her putting bri down. "Whatchu cooking?" I asked:

"Chicken pasta with garlic bread you want a plate?" She asked.

"Please I am hungry."  I said just as Saint walks in the kitchen. "Hey big brother." I said.

"Hey big head you finally returning my wife back?" He asked.  I played rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

"Here baby girl."  Mom said handing me my plate. "Thank you mom." I said taking plate to the dinning room I sat down at the table and ate my food. After I ate I went upstairs to my room and took a shower then after I started to finish packing my room up.

🩵 A month later 🩵

Sierra's and Imani's Apartment Orlando Florida📍

It's been a month and we have officially moved into our new apartment. We just got back from grocery shopping. After the first week of being out groceries. We had been eating out all week.

"Now we talking now this apartment is starting to get come together." Imani said closing the cabinet after filling it up with the groceries while I finished filling the refrigerator up. I laughed closing the door and took a water to full fill my thirst. After we everything was away we both a took a shower then relaxed on the couch.

Joshua 🩵 2 days later 🩵 Joshua's house

Getting up from the couch. My dogs were all braking after someone ringing the doorbell. I walked up to the front door turning my back to the door as I looked at the dogs they all stopped barking and sat down but still very concerned at who was at the door. I opened the door seeing my new Assistant standing there.

"Mr.Fatu right?" She asked as she pushed her glasses up her nose. "I'm Sierra your new assistant." She said sticking her hand out.

"Joshua. How you doing next to meet you." I said shaking her hand then let her in. "I'm good how are you." She said. She looked around admiring my place as I shut and locked the door. My dogs running over to her jumping up and down around trying to get her attention which they won.

"Oh my gosh y'all the cutest." She said as got low giving the 3 them of a little of attention. "Sorry I'm a big lover for a dogs." She said as she stood back up turning to me.

"Nah you good don't even worry about it." I said.

"You have a beautiful place Mr.Fatu." She said.

"Thanks I can show you around real quick." I said as I began walking I heard her following behind me. "If you wanna put your things down in the kitchen you can."

She placed her things down and I started showing her around which probably took a quick 5 mins then we sat down in the living room. I explained to her what her job was as assistant.

"Your job is pretty simple I don't expect you be by my side 24/7 so most of things I need done can really be done at home, all I need you do is literally just schedule my meets, and any events I have coming up, manage my emails, answering phone calls, making travel arrangements, preparing documents just me help keep things organized." I tell her.

"Oh yea that's easy work." She said.

"Great I'll send you all my information so you can do your thing. You look like a hard worker." I said making her blush  she tried to hide her face but failed.

"Thank you." She said just loud enough for me to hear. Before I could say anything else I heard my son jeyvon walk downstairs.

"Sup son you done with your homework?" I asked.

"Nah I actually need help with this math problem." He said. 

"Let me see." I said he handed me his homework read the problem. "I'm not gonna lie it's been a little minute since I had to do this kinda work. You know how to do this?" I asked turning to Sierra.

"You said it's math?" She asked Jeyvon nods his head.

"Oh Von this Sierra my new Assistant. Sierra this my youngest son Jeyvon, my other son barely home." I said.

"Nice to meet you." She said.

"Say to you." Jeyvon said.

"Okay you ever heard of the saying please excuse my dear aunt sally." Jeyvon shook his head no. "Well listen up cuz it's gonna help you with all these problems." She said and began explaining to him how to do is homework. I watched them as she helped do one then they did one together and she let him do the last 2 on his own.

I think I made a good choice getting a assistant that not only helps me but my son too.

Hey gurls. I hope you enjoyed so sorry for the very long wait and for any mistakes I just be second guessing my writing so I be rewriting everything over like 20plus times it's bad but imma try and get better at that so please bear with me I am not ghost yall.

I also am making few different changes just small one likes names of Jey's kids the book. In the intro I put Jeyden and Jemil I'm just changing it Jeyvon and Jeylyn.

But yes I hope yall enjoyed chapter one now I gotta go procrastinat on writing chapter two while getting distracted reading other writers good stories. Shout out to yall talented writers.

Anyways, stay Jucey🫧🩵.

[pollux-starsz]

introduced my mama to @wyervan's slasher au, guess what

Shes insane for it just as i am (we're so swag) and EEEESSSHHH she is crushing on sun!!! Adores your art sososo much, said she eat it if it were cookies!!

Check the au out!!💗💓 stuff under the cut :3

Was doing a lot of whiteboarding lately! A ton of Kalamela stuff and whatnot, i love her sosos much.

Plus a fun art I did with @su-gu3 with their Slasher OC, Kilonova! I drew the two hanging out together and we're friends so we obviously had to make them be besties😆 they're hanging out while Kilonova crushes over Sun :3c

Yes I did have a vision of the slashy boys fighting over who gets the first dance, more on that below the art😋

Before the dance stuff, the last art piece is actually a much more like- i guess lore like piece hdodndod

The masks that Sun and Moon use plus the blood represents the killings. The heart represents Ethan, because she deep down adores that child.

(Even if she struggles to show it sometimes)

I have a feeewww other versions but they're not finished yet💔😅

Okay dance time! So Crystal Cove holds this little event every few months to raise money for charity ( the owners being a cute old couple aaugghhhh <3)

And Kalamela and basically all the other staff normally work that night to avoid any issues and also to raise support as well. She often doesn't dress up since she doesn't feel like it, that and also theres a few customers who are creeps- im actually writing about that and purposely making her beat their asses- and tries to just avoid the overall commotion and craziness! But the boys wont take no for an answer because she always spoils them so why not give her a night to have some fun eh?

More rambles below :3c

- I was thinking about this a lot but I think at some point she'd have to ask if Sun and Moon could let Ethan stay with them so he won't be witnessing a bunch of bullshit from his father, who sometimes comes over to her place just to start problems. I like to imagine she'll call them at least 30 minutes before he arrives and drives him over to their place to stay for a few hours until things calm down because she knows they'll take care of him!

- Kalamela isn't the type for romance movies, unless it's the Titanic, but I dont even know if that would be out in the very specific year the au takes place in considering it was released in 1997!! Either way😙 She often prefers horror movies and I think she'd really enjoy watching them with Sun, maybe its just so she has an excuse to cuddle up against him or just the thrill of watching some action! Who knowssss~

- She often lets Moon take Mango home for the night, he loves that parrot so much. Which usually gets an "Again?" from Sun because he always watches her whenever he gets the smallest chance.

- She definitely goes absolutely CRAZY on presents for holidays like Valentine's or Christmas for these two. I have a feeling she'd notice that they clearly didn't have the best childhood or ways growing up, and being in a similar situation because her family is extremely religious and she never had any freedom until she moved away, she often tries to make them happy and gets them as many gifts as possible. She spent all her money on them at on point and her only explanation was "I care for you guys a bit too much."

- cough wyervan ever since you mentioned that throwing a rock situation to get it through their heads that Kalamela loves them more than friends I can't help but imagine that she'd ask her friends about how to talk to them and her two friends, (Sprite and Eclipse, both guys, married gay men. They are extremely supportive. Would be great to have a beer with btw.) offer to help her, and eclipse throws a rock at both of them with a note attached to it while she just stands there in absolute shock that he actually aimed for their head. Oh and Sprite had to help Moon hold Sun back from beating his ass. Good times.

- I feel like at some point she would accidentally come across them killing someone and it results in this huge "oh shiiiitttt" moment from Sun and Moon as they drag her away into a more secluded area and then beg her not to tell anyone. (Even though her and Moon already talk about the killings, he still freaked) She doesn't rat them out because she is NOT getting slashed today, but often finds herself contemplating whether she should move and cut contact with them, despite the fact she loves them oh-so dearly!

[notmorbid]

the americans: season 2.

dialogue prompts from season two of fx's the americans.

it's good to have the same enemy.

why would you open a closed door?

i've never been very good at waiting.

here, i'll read your palm.

where the hell have you been all these years?

the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

what does a person do for fun in this town?

congratulations. you're the first person i've met who wasn't exactly as they seemed.

i understand why ____ trusted you.

i'm not really supposed to talk about it.

i need help. did you come to help me?

i wish i could stay with you, but i have to go. you're gonna be okay.

we're here to help you. call any time.

how are we gonna live like this?

we'll get used to it. like we got used to everything else.

you didn't have a choice.

how long have you been watching?

i want to help you. let me help you.

i'm glad you're safe.

lying will not be tolerated.

none of this is your fault. do you understand that?

you're still alive. that's a good sign.

maybe you're never really solid.

i wanted to see the world, but i wound up here.

how can you be so nice?

is it okay if we just take things kind of slow?

i don't know why i told you. i'm so sorry.

don't 'honey' me.

i see something you're not able to see. you're afraid.

you're back, but you're not back.

i don't want to lose anyone else.

do i seem like i need sympathy?

would you stop being so reasonable?

i'm not interested in your best. i need results.

i can't tell if you're being kind or naïve.

you're easy to talk to. i'm really surprised.

i'd forgotten the heart-stopping thrills.

i know the look. i've used it myself.

let me put on my 'surprised' face.

i don't have anything to give you. i wish that i did.

i've never seen you scared before.

how can you read right now?

you never know what people are into.

i'm not allowed to change?

do you do that with ____? is that how it is?

you ever had anything you would die for?

i don't want to lie to you. i'm not a liar.

this business can be lonely.

you look like a spy in an old movie.

keep a tiger as a pet, it's still a tiger.

can't be too careful, nowadays.

it's hard to feel safe anywhere.

close your eyes. what do you see?

i see how you can develop a jones for that sort of thing.

you were my secret power.

don't you enjoy any of this? sometimes?

it's nicer here, yes. it's easier. it's not better.

i won't make promises i can't keep.

i need to be done with you people.

get that _____ out of my house.

it's not like i haven't been thinking about it nonstop.

once i did it, it seemed so easy to keep doing it.

i'm a good person, you know that. i'm good.

pick a card. any card. put it anywhere.

it's not cheating. it's called magic.

you think it's easy for me, what i do?

being a grown-up means doing things you don't want to do, all the time.

i thought we were through the hard times, you know?

i can't always be as honest as i would like.

i'm not afraid of the different sides of you. i love all of you.

you know you're everything to me.

either you didn't want to see it, or you just didn't care enough to pay attention.

i'm not here to be saved.

i see that you're in pain.

i wasn't really sleeping.

there are some things in life you can only handle yourself.

you're going to be eaten alive out there.

i'm glad to see you're adjusting to reality.

how much longer are you not gonna talk to me?

please don't ask me anything you don't want to know.

_____. you can say the word.

what's it like to be a hero?

i think the three things a person should focus on every day are health, growth, and community. don't you?

i made a promise to look out for you.

i said i'd be honest with you, and i will be.

i just want to be sure you're being careful.

i love the way you love me.

you don't get to take anything with you.

i'm glad your parents let you come.

being a parent is hard, but so is having parents.

i don't really understand computer stuff.

this is a long road to travel.

maybe you just don't know me as well as you think.

that must have been hard.

there's something wrong with you.

this is what i really look like.

these backwoods roads can be pretty confusing.

people like us don't have a lot of people to talk to.

[jazzy-dreamer]

MAJOR JENTRY CHAU SPOILERS

I love JCVTU and think it’s written super well and the story is so good and the visuals are ✨chefs kiss✨ etc etc etc but goD DAMN IT WAS THERE A CHARACTER THAT WAS COMPLETELY BUTCHERED. If it wasn’t already obvious who I’m talking about, I’m talking about Kit. He was by far the most complex, interesting and heart breaking character in the entire show. He had SO MUCH POTENTIAL only for him to DIE possibly one of the most underwhelming and unnecessary deaths. I completely get that him dying was the shows way of redeeming him or something, but instead of letting the audience figure that out, the scene went the “tell don’t show” route and have Kit literally tell Jentry “I did this for you”

Please for the love of god can shows and movies STOP IT WITH THE REDEEMING A MAJOR VILLAIN BY THEM SACRIFICING THEMSELVES FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER 🙏

Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts did it. She Ra And The Princesses Of Power did it. And all at the very end of the show aswell. And they were all so undeserved and unsatisfying. It feels like such a cheap and easy way to redeem villains and I hate it every freakin’ time. What’s the point in redeeming them if we don’t get to see what comes of them afterwards? How they change and grow? How they and their prior enemies interact and feel about each other now? Do they fully accept the consequences of their actions and everything that comes with it? There’s so, so many possibilities and ideas that can come from redeeming a villain, but if they die. They freakin die. Can’t do much if they’re dead.

I seriously think we could’ve had the same outcome if maybe Kit isn’t killed but still severely injured and maybe somehow made disabled for the rest of his life. Kit can still “redeem” himself by sacrificing himself, and Jentry can still feel guilty and like she’s responsible for what happened to him.

This is all my thoughts on Kit’s death and why I personally think it was a stupid decision. But other than that, his sudden character shift a little later in the season was extremely weird and extremely uncomfortable. Kit can be flawed and clingy. He can have trouble with understanding how relationships have to be mutual in love and respect. He can be jealous and self conscious. But for some reason, the writers decided to make him a FREAKING STALKER. He more or less THREATENED JENTRY when she said no to him. He pinned her against a WALL. I love characters that can say or do unexpected things and surprise the audience, but this felt unexpected in a bad way. If his weird stalkery obsession with Jentry was implied more through the show, then okay maybe- But it wasn’t. It just happened. And I know many abusers and manipulators have multiple sides to them and can have sudden personality shifts. But something about the way Kit was written and presented didn’t feel like that. I really hope I’m explaining this correctly djhdkdhdj

CONCLUSION: Kit is my absolute favourite character in the show but he was a complete waste of potential and it actually kind of seriously ruins the show for me. I’m currently rewatching it and every scene with Kit all I can think about “This is pointless” and how he’s gonna unnecessarily die in the end. I still love this show and absolutely recommend it, but goddddddd-

[bloggingboutburgers]

Have you watched the Nimona movie? Nimona is a good movie, but people need to stop overestimating this movie and the characters in it.

I just watched it now! And yeah, I think some of the stuff is very on-the-nose and that's been a pet peeve throughout watching the movie (like, the way a lot of the antagonists are treated in particular), but to be honest... Personally I really liked it too, I think it was very solid.

Part of it is probably because I'm watching it with a pretty key timing here. My country (France) has been in turmoil lately because of some bullshit "protecting of order vs chaotic monsters" rhetoric that's caused a lot of hurt, and is causing even more hurt to this day by reframing narratives and finger-pointing where fingers shouldn't be pointed, instead of focusing on basic compassion, and so many citizens here raising their voices online about it seem to be completely buying that reframed narrative and just... Yeah, man, I don't know. It's been filling me with disgust, so I guess a movie that had a message that went "Hey, maybe don't go surprised pikachu face after someone you call a monster over and over snaps because they've been treated like shit one time too many" was a bit therapeutic to me, in return.