#but that's honestly pretty on brand for me

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

i know nanami’s only 27, but i can’t help but think that he’s probably got a lot of “old man” traits that he’s acquired one way or another. maybe life made him that way, maybe he chose to act like he is in his 40s and not late 20s, but either way, having him around would be a very interesting experience to say the least because i’m pretty sure he…

he complains like a seasoned retiree. he’s got that heavy sigh, rubs his temple routine down to an art. the kind of man who mutters, “i’m too old for this,” when he’s only been awake for ten minutes. if you suggest staying out late, he just looks at you like you suggested committing a crime.

he has a very specific way of doing things. nanami doesn’t just go grocery shopping—he has a route. he knows which brands he likes, which cashier is the fastest, and he refuses to go on weekends because “that’s when the amateurs show up.” he folds his laundry a certain way, and god help you if you disrupt his system.

his idea of “treating himself” is so dad-coded. nanami doesn’t do impulse buys—when he does spend money on himself, it’s always something practical. “i finally got those orthopedic insoles” or “this is a quality briefcase; it’ll last a lifetime.” and he probably has one (1) expensive pen that he never lets anyone borrow.

he dresses like he’s ready to scold someone for stepping on his lawn. pressed slacks, polished shoes, dress shirts with the sleeves neatly rolled up. casual wear? good luck catching him in it. even his loungewear is suspiciously put-together—like, who wears an actual button-up pajama set in 2025? nanami kento, that’s who.

he drives like a dad. he never speeds, always uses his turn signal, and complains about “reckless drivers” while driving exactly the speed limit. the kind of man who refuses to start the car until everyone has their seatbelt on.

oh, and dating nanami as someone younger than him would be an experience. he already acts like he’s in his 40s, so the age gap (however small) feels so much bigger because he refuses to let loose. but deep down, he wants to—he just doesn’t know how. so to be in a relationship with him is to get used to stuff like this;

he sighs like he’s raising a teenager. if you stay up too late? heavy sigh. if you forget to bring a jacket? exasperated sigh while taking off his coat to drape over your shoulders. if you tell him about a reckless decision you made? pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs like you just told him you totaled his car. but beneath all that dramatic suffering, there’s genuine care. you might get an “honestly, do you have no sense of self-preservation?” but it’s followed by him adjusting your scarf, making sure your shoelaces are tied, and keeping a steady hand on your back when crossing the street.

he pretends to be annoyed by your energy, but secretly loves it. he acts like your enthusiasm exhausts him, but if you ever stopped being excited around him? he’d miss it desperately. when you drag him to try something new, he’ll complain the whole time (“this is a waste of money”), but afterward, he’ll admit—very quietly—that it wasn’t that bad. he likes how you remind him to enjoy life in ways he never lets himself. he’ll never jump in recklessly, but if you say, “just trust me,” he’ll hesitate… then sigh… then go along with whatever nonsense you’re up to, even if he acts like he’s suffering the entire time.

he acts like a responsible adult, but enables your habits in secret. “you shouldn’t be drinking so much caffeine.” and yet, the next morning, there’s an extra coffee waiting for you. “wasting money on little things adds up.” but somehow, that limited-edition item you wanted just magically appears on your desk. he talks a big game about being responsible, but when it comes to you? he has no self-control.

he takes care of you like an old-fashioned gentleman. he opens doors, walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, and insists on carrying heavy things for you. not because he thinks you can’t—just because he wants to. he likes taking care of you, even if he pretends it’s just out of obligation. if you try to carry something heavy, he just looks at you. doesn’t even say anything. just crosses his arms and waits for you to give up and hand it to him. if you call him a gentleman, he’ll scoff, “that’s just basic decency.” but if you really gush about it, you might catch the tips of his ears turning pink.

he thinks trendy slang is ridiculous. you use modern slang just to see his reaction, and it never fails to make him sigh like he just aged ten years on the spot.

“nanami, be so for real.”

“…so for real what?”

“you should just trust the process.”

“i’d rather not.”

if you ever jokingly call him “king” or “bestie” he’ll give you the look. he pretends he doesn’t care, but if you say something really out of pocket, you might actually get him to break character and let out a very exhausted, “what does that even mean?” (you’re keeping track of all the slang that makes him react the most so you can use it strategically. it’s your favorite game.)

he secretly likes when you cling to him. nanami acts like he’s too mature for overly affectionate behavior, but the first time you loop your arm through his or rest your head against his shoulder in public, he freezes. clears his throat. tries to pretend he doesn’t care—but his hand naturally comes to rest over yours, holding you there like it’s second nature. if you ever hug him from behind or whine “but i missed you,” he won’t admit how fast his heart is beating, but he will sigh and say, “i was gone for twenty minutes.” doesn’t matter. he still lets you cling to him as long as you want.

he plans the most responsible dates, but lets you drag him into chaos. nanami’s idea of a date? a nice dinner, a quiet café, maybe a bookstore. nothing loud, nothing unpredictable. your idea of a date? “let’s go to an arcade.” “let’s take a random train and see where we end up.” “let’s sneak into a rooftop at night.” he knows he should say no. but when you look at him like that? sigh. fine. but if you get into trouble, “i had no part in this.” (he’s definitely bailing you out of trouble five minutes later.)

he absolutely dads you when you get hurt. if you get a tiny scrape? nanami reacts like an overprotective father. “what happened?” “let me see.” “you need to be more careful.” and you’re like, “it’s a paper cut.” but he’s already pulling out a bandaid (which he definitely carries with him, because of course he does). if you ever get seriously hurt? he’s scolding you while carefully patching you up. “you’re too reckless.” “next time, call me.” but his hands are so gentle, and he won’t leave your side until he’s sure you’re okay.

he adores when you fall asleep on him. you knock out on his shoulder? he won’t move. his arm is numb, but he doesn’t dare wake you. if you fall asleep on his lap? his hand naturally comes up to run through your hair. if you curl up in bed and mumble “stay with me,” he’ll sigh, say something about how he has work in the morning… and then stay anyway. and if you ever catch him staring when you wake up? he’ll immediately look away. “you were drooling,” he lies. (he was watching you like you hung the stars.)

he acts like he’s too old for all this, but deep down? nanami loves you more than anything. and if loving you takes years off his life? so be it.

[snickerdoodlebaby]

Thanos/Choi Subong NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: NSFW (18+), smutty, substance use, manipulation (this takes place pre-games btw!)

I imagine you two to have a friends with benefits situation. Subong doesn’t like commitment and the sexual tension between you guys is too intense to ignore.

His motto is “tits or ass? why not both?”

Would love to get you to smoke weed with him, especially the lazy messy makeout sessions that ensue during it

Has tons of experience. Don’t worry, that translates to veryyy good things for you in the bedroom, he’s so goddamn good at eating pussy.

Loves your legs over his shoulders, pressing your legs to your chest, mating press, anything that evolves him feeling up your soft legs/thighs and bending your body in half.

Doesn’t take off his cross while he fucks you. It dangles between you two as he’s above you, resting coldly on your boobs when he leans down to connect your mouths in a sloppy kiss.

Can be mean in the bedroom, but mostly very cocky and just loves to see you embarrassed and flustered. Loves the huge ego boost he gets when you cover your face in embarrassment or you can’t help the cute pathetic noises leaving your lips. You’re so cute! He’s not below making fun of you until you pout with your plump bottom lip out, and he loves to tease.

Loves when you whine his name out, “Subong…” and give him your pleading puppy eyes. He’ll grin widely and pinch your cheek, sometimes giving you what you want. Most of the time makes you beg for it while you try to hide your blushing face.

“Beg Thanos if you want it so bad.”

Will refer to himself in the third person cuz he’s silly and cocky like that

I imagine him living the high life in a mansion before he lost all his money to crypto. It’s big, modern, lots of marble and granite. Throws tons of parties where everyone gets shit-faced. Loves loves loves you being there so he can sling his arm around you the entire party. If you’re a party girl you’ll be living the dream everyday of your life. If not, well, you better get used to it, the drug scene and all.

That being said about his house, his room is a stark contrast to the rest of his place. Dim lights, neon signs along the walls spelling out his name in Korean and english, dark red walls and black accents. Various music equipment lying around, a futon (his favorite place to get blowjobs from you), a few weights, and his king-size black bed which is never made. Smoke almost always clouds the room creating a dream-like atmosphere. It always smells like weed or sweat in there and his floor is covered in clothes (some of them being yours that you forgot about).

LOVES LOVES LOVES IT when you wear one of his shirts and just panties. It’s so oversized on you and hangs off one shoulder. He thinks you look so sexy like that. Your favorite shirt to borrow is his neon green one, it smells so good, so Subong.

Pretty fit but not overly muscular. He’s got great pecs and loves to walk around shirtless ‘cause he knows you’re so weak for it (and just because).

So often you’ll show up at his place and he’ll be lazily walking around without a shirt on and a baggy pair of shorts slung low on his hips, far enough to see the brand of boxers he’s wearing. His cross laying on his bare chest between his pecs. Makes your legs wobbly.

He’s constantly got scratch and claw marks down his back from you. And lovesss to show it off.

Loves to pay for you to get your nails done (so you can scratch him with em), honestly loves to pay for your everything and I can see him using money recklessly to show off. Will never let you buy anything when you’re with him.

Will be trying to get you to use. If you don’t already, he’ll see it as a conquest to corrupt you. He knows it’s bad and doesn’t really care, he’d love to bring you down to his level if it meant you two could feel good together. Will definitely be manipulating you into taking a pill from his cross.

“C’mon baby, it’ll make y’feel so good. Ya trust me right?”

Gives you substances through sexual methods only. Popping a pill in his mouth and kissing you, pushing it through your lips with his tongue. Putting a pill on his tongue and sticking it out for you to lick off. Blowing smoke & vapor into your mouth.

Has a thing for your mouth and lips. The view of your lips stretched around the base of his cock is his favorite thing in the world. When you leave lipstick stains on his pelvis he doesn’t want to wash it off afterwards.

This man has a tattooed and pierced dick — he has no shame and a high pain tolerance. He has a dark solid line running down his shaft (like the one on his neck), a ladder piercing and a stud at the tip (like a Prince Albert piercing). You couldn’t lie, it intimidated you when you first saw it, your eyes going really wide when it sprung out of his boxers. He laughed above you at your reaction, a lopsided smirk forming on his face. How was that gonna feel inside of you…? “M’gonna make you feel so good baby.” Turns out he was right, it felt fucking fantastic.

Nicknames he has for you include baby, babe, senorita, flower, mamacita when he’s feeling playful. In bed it’s my slut, whore, Thanos’s whore, plaything. “My bitch” when he’s drunk or on strong substances.

Wants you to get a tattoo of his name so fucking bad. Has brought up the idea in passing a few times, seeming not super interested. But in reality he’d find it so fucking hot, especially if it was on a hidden part of your body like your ass cheek, the word “Thanos’ bitch” surrounded by a heart inked into your plush flesh.

Would spank the shit out of that tattoo on you.

Loves to spank you in general, needs to see that ass jiggle when it’s bouncing against his bare hips.

100% records you during sex and loves taking photos of you (whether you realize it or not during the moment). Has an entire photo album dedicated to it <3

I need to see more of him before the games, that 2 second clip was not enough smh.

[bubbleggum444]

—LO۷ESTⱤUCK F𐌀N

contents damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2k+ wc. synopsis now that you've started accepting fan mail, damian jumps at the chance to send you something (though, honestly, he’d send himself if he could). pt 2 of "unexpected crush!?" (@liabiamiakiawia hope you like it 🫶🏻)

No. Freaking. Way.

Was this a dream? A hallucination? Some cruel trick of the mind?

There was no way she actually posted her address. But as he blinked at the screen, rereading the words for the hundredth time, the reality hit him like a Batarang to the chest:

"Accepting fan gifts/letters! Address & city number: xxxxx. Can't wait to see what my luvies gift me :)"

His heart stopped. Then restarted at double the speed.

He. Was. Ecstatic.

Well—ecstatic in a very Damian Wayne, son of an assassin and the Dark Knight, kind of way.

A normal person might be pacing, grinning, maybe even screaming into a pillow. But Damian? He just sat there, staring at the screen, his grip tightening on his phone as his brain raced a thousand miles per second.

This was huge. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The only chance he’d ever have to send her something, something meaningful—something that would make her smile.

Immediately, he started skimming through her videos, mind buzzing with possibilities. What did she like? What did she need? What could he give her that would stand out from the rest?

Something perfect. It had to be perfect.

After intense (possibly obsessive) research, he finally settled on three things:

1. A Beauty of Joseon skincare set—not that a face as flawless as hers needed skincare. If anything, the skincare needed her.

2. A cute hairclip set—he remembered her gushing over some in a video. Hers were old, but she hated overconsumption, always mindful of her brand collaborations (another thing about her that made his heart do weird things: her caringness for the planet).

3. Some top-tier Chinese makeup—only the best for her.

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he saw the total.Just a casual $1K. Nothing much for a Wayne.

Then again… if she asked, he'd get her the moon and stars. Nothing was ever too much for her. Ever.

By the time he finalized his list, it was nearly noon. And by the time he finished hunting everything down in-store, it was noon.

Now, back in his room, Damian sat cross-legged on his floor, staring at the disaster zone of wrapping paper around him.

He exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up as he crumpled yet another piece of pink wrapping paper—now a casualty of way too much tape—and chucked it aside.

This was so new to him. He barely ever gave gifts, and even when he did, Alfred was the one who wrapped them.

With a sigh, Damian pulled out his phone and searched, How to wrap gifts (EASY and pretty).

Following the tutorial with painstaking precision, his thoughts started to wander.

It wasn’t like he was an idiot. After a full week of stubborn denial, he’d finally accepted it—he had a crush. A real, actual crush on a girl he’d never even met.

And honestly? That annoyed him. Apparently, there was some illness where people obsessed over their favorite celebrities or internet personalities.

But he wasn’t sick! Sure, there were plenty of things wrong with him—a packaged deal that came with being the son of his parents—but this? This wasn’t an obsession. And he was definitely not a stalker.

He just... really liked this girl.

Pausing mid-task, he set down the half-wrapped package and reached for a pen and paper.

"Dear ___,My name is Damian Wayne. I'm a teen from Gotham..."

Hours passed—writing, re-writing, crumpling papers, fixing the bow on the package that would soon be crossing oceans.

Finally, Damian collapsed onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He sighed.

Please let this work.

Sitting up, he picked up the now perfectly wrapped gift box, his fingers absentmindedly tracing along the frilly bow.

And then, without thinking, he brought the box to his lips, pressing a light kiss against it.

Oh. Oh.

A wave of déjà vu hit him— reminding him of the air-kiss he tried to catch through his laptop screen a week prior.

For a second, he just sat there, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he scoffed softly at himself.

Damian Wayne had officially lost. He liked her. Like liked her.

And now, all he could do was hope—pray—that this box, this dumb little package of gifts, would somehow, someway, connect them.

Maybe. Just maybe. Something real would come out of this stupid crush.

"Tch… emotions suck."

He laughed under his breath, though there was no real bite to his words.

Setting the package on his bedside table, he turned off the light and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow, he’d send it.

And then? He’d wait.

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[krinsbez]

Pretty sure people have tried to do this IRL, so it wouldn't surprise me, and honestly it feels very on brand for Tony, especially at that point.

It's true, gay, Mutantphobic Sentinels are a real problem these days. X Men Unlimited Infinity 80

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

y'know, i've taken the time to calm down from what happened minutes ago and this might be the distraction i need. hey, the Karen and Swag dynamic is back (for real this time) and i got myself some instant ramen :)

(the following is my life reaction:)

hey luke, oh that's right the murder drones merch ofc

ah yes, just innocent child imagination. very nice :)

dude, it's good to see Karen and her kids again

THEY BROUGHT IT BACK LET'S GOOOOOO

and the corporation is at it again. OMG seriously leave Karen alone bruh

well, ig she didn't technically finish the job of killing Marty (nope i'm still not over that btw)

well we at least know what Karen has them under in her contacts, "Hitman inc"

YES YES YESSSSSSSS THE SMG4 KIDS ARE BACK BABYYYYYY

i have been WAITING for this to happen, i can check this off the bucket list

can they be friends PLEASE?????

oh hang on i gotta pull a Pitch Meeting (TM) here, give me a second...

Writer!Ink: "..And Frankie said that Beeg4 claimed the playground right before they did." Producer!Ink: "Wow, it's going to be hard to go against Beeg. I mean, this is the kid known to start fights with other kids to get what he wants, like that one time with the ice cream." Writer!Ink: "Actually, it's going to be super easy. Barely an inconvenience." Producer!Ink: "Oh, really?" Writer!Ink: "Yeah, because Zach is just going to poke Beeg with a stick and that should pretty much do it."

Producer!Ink: "If only we could do that irl... but wait, if they're in their imaginary world, could the stick be a stand-in for a sword or weapon in general? I mean, it was the same stick they used to execute that guy." Writer!Ink: "Well, sir, we're already pushing boundaries on what YouTube is allowing Glitch Productions to do. We're already doing the Knights of Guinevere and, with Dana Terrace and TOH team onboard, there's not enough in the budget to show a kid getting stabbed even though it's pretend." Producer!Ink: "Oh yeah, YouTube will definitely going to kick our ass for that. We got away with it last time with Terrence." Writer!Ink: "Also, death is sometimes not real." Producer!Ink: "...What?"

...let's just move on

sad moment for Beeg for sure, but I just like how he rolls around like that

Swag, my dude, no....

that was cute for Swag to call Beeg little buddy

EGGDOG NOOO (well, they are kids, they probably didn't realize how much it's affecting Beeg, even if it's pretend)

SWAG FLASHBACK? i did not see that coming

also these grown-ass men clowning on a kid, bruh how about you mind your damn business

this really sweet though and very on brand for Swag to go against a bunch of kids

*holding out for a hero shrek 2 version mp3 plays in bg*

yep, everyone in SMG4 has trauma 😀👍

"OMG IT'S SPIDER-MAN" *look at the camera* how did I get in this show? am i cory this whole time?

guess who's back from that call?

Swag, you're so dead. RIP already to you dude

(also weird how in the same week, the fandom found out that Kevin was going to be in a boxing tournament, huh...)

that R roll though, hold onnnnn

i really do love the switch between their game of pretend and irl

using a HIGHLY EXPERIMENTAL GOVERNMENT DEVICE on CHILDREN in a PLAYGROUND....

huh *sweats nervously* this isn't new, very on-brand for Swag to do, but... oh god they read my episode concepts /silly

honestly that's a good question Karen, finally someone says it

SWAG

This is giving "The Incredibles" vibes and i'm somehow here for that, hell yeah

PFFT HAHAHA YEAH KAREN FUCK THIS GET THEIR ASS

well Swag you did dare them to "stomp out" your spell

OH BEEG HE'S JUST A BABY 😭

YES YES THIS IS WHAT I WANT YESSSS

WAITER WAITER I WOULD LIKE SOME MORE 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

*LE GASP* WE CAN HAVE SMG4 CREW MINI WITH ALL THE KIDS

...huh *to self, don't think about goop!4 don't think about goop!4 don't think about goop!4*

i'm going to point at whoever wrote this scene intentionally. you, yes YOU, if i'm thinking exactly what you are putting down, touché

OH SHIT GET THE KIDS KAREN

F in the chat for Swag o7 (ik he's not dead)

WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLD UP NONONONONO TEAM YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT ON US! ON ME!

oh fuck dude, that just slapped me across the face. "Reckless and chaotic", huh? WHO THE HELL IS THE KIDS' BIO FATHER? For all we know, this guy might be dead. divorce is an option, sure, but the way Swag's sacrifice caused a lot of destruction...

the implications, guys... i can't believe this...

ANYWAY Beeg4's little hops 💙 like father, like son

andddd Swag's not dead, i knew it. and in the sky just like Old Man who's also not dead btw :)

Congrats to choripandia for your art being featured in the credit 🎉 love the art, dude

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

omg... what an episode! This has been fantastic, honestly!!! Everything from the plot to the animation, all of it was SOOOO GOOD. It's crazy and wacky and I love it! It featured side characters the whole time, love those kinds of changes! and we got character backstories which WOAH that was a nice surprise :D

AND AND i get a dose of the Mini Crew? HELL YEAH

this has been phenomenal and I truly think this might lead to something. Aside from the imagery the Team likes to tease me and goop!4 theory with, this could lead to an arc, likely on Karen. A non-Mr.Puzzles arc, I'm all for it.

(and y'know me I would've called it the most non-Puzzles Puzzles arc potential of all times, that doesn't seem that it's linked to Puzzles in any way but it could be brought back bc character development. after all, Karen is linked to Marty, Puzzle Park, and the corporation and Swag to episodes related to IGBP. but for our sakes, let's not have Puzzles this time, it'll be a very creative challenge for the Team)

If there's no arc, that is totally fine! I am more than happy to just have more episodes like this without it being in an arc. not necessarily non-plot relevant bc of the corporation and Karen's mystery husband. it's still insane that the Team dropped that in for us and Swag's backstory like that. Amazing job, truly.

Now I know some people might've been confused about Mario being in the thumbnail and not in the episode. I get it really. According to Ben, he didn't see the episode itself until after its release and this thumbnail was what the Team sent him to do. It's crazy ik, but do understand that they're working on a tight schedule.

Take it from me: I work as a major editor for a publishing group (that i'm not going to specify) and we have to release a new thing every two weeks. It's not of "one team works on this and then passes it on to the next" like a factory production line. All teams are working at the same time and have to deliver at the same time, regardless of the amount they were given in the first place. And there are times when something's missing, we have to improvise (but still maintain good quality) just so we could meet the deadline. Even if we have good communication with each other.

Obviously for the SMG4 Team, they have a lot of things going on in their lives, other projects to work on, timezones to get through, and yet they still have the moment for this show. Perhaps when Ben was sent the request, they planned to have Mario in the episode but the writers (Aaron, Paul, and Wiz) decided to write him out. Who knows? Just imagine doing a thumbnail and then the group chat tells you to make a different one quickly before they release it. Plus, his computer is holding on by a thread from all the rendering, poor Ben

i know how that feels, man 😔 there goes my program crashing

For what it's worth, it's okay, the episode was still great. Thanks as always, Team. Anyway guys, that's all I have to say for now, really enjoyed nice little distraction. And remember: numbers go first!

I'll see you all next time!!! 💙

[meadowfics]

meet me down on polk street

cho hyun-ju x f!woc!reader

part two here - this is part three - part four here

this is a series that is based in the united states during the 1960s. after coming out as a trans woman back in south korea, hyun ju moves far away to california and has mets the girl who is the love of her life.. y/n l/n.

warnings: hookup and sexual liberation was on the rise in the late 1960s so this part is nsfw!!!! 18+. minors dni. switch!hyunju. switch!reader. pre-bottom transition hyunju. oral (r and chj receiving). fingering (r receiving). chj and reader move pretty fast but honestly as they should.

y/n's living room linked here

you unlock your apartment door and push it open, gesturing for hyun ju to step inside first.

she hesitates, just for a second, before stepping over the threshold.  

the scent hits her immediately…soft, floral, like jasmine lingering in the air. it isn’t overpowering, just natural, as if it belongs to the space itself. hyun ju inhales deeply, letting it settle into her senses. 

your home smells nice. warm. lived-in.  

as she steps further inside, her gaze drifts downward.  

a shoe stand sits neatly by the door, lined with your footwear…small details of your life.  

a few pairs of heels, elegant and simple.  

a sleek pair of black go-go boots that catch the dim light, making them look almost new.  

a pair of red rainbows, slightly worn but still vibrant.  

a navy blue pair of sneakers…hyun ju doesn’t recognize the brand, but she can tell they’re made for running. she makes a mental note to ask you about them later.  

then, at the very front, a pair of pink slippers.  

hyun ju watches as you step inside, reaching down to unbuckle your white heeled boots. with practiced ease, you slip them off and immediately slide your feet into the soft pink slippers, flexing your toes as if it’s second nature.  

you catch her watching and raise a brow.  

"i like walking around in these. something about wearing shoes in the house feels… wrong."  

hyun ju chuckles softly, nodding in agreement.  

she follows suit, unzipping her own black heeled boots and setting them beside yours. the woman’s white socks press against the hardwood floor, cool and grounding.  

your apartment is modest, but beautiful in its own way.  

she follows you through the space as you casually show her around…where the kitchen is, where she can find the bathroom, how to work the analog box tv.  

there’s something about the way you’re doing this, like you aren’t just showing her a place to crash for the night.  

like you want her to stay.

like you’re making space for her.  

she notices the little things…the way your fingers brush over the curtains as you walk past them, the way you flick the light switch on and off in the hallway just to make sure she knows where it is.  

as if this isn’t a one-time thing.  

as if you want her to feel safe here.  

it’s… nice.  

"have a seat," you say, motioning toward your couch before heading to the kitchen.  

hyun ju hesitates for only a second before settling onto the couch. it’s comfortable, soft, the kind of couch someone could sink into for hours.  

as she looks around, she takes in the small details of your living room…the warm yellow light of the lamp not too far from here, the framed photos on the bookshelf, the neatly stacked trinkets on the coffee table.  

the television hums to life as you turn it on, flipping through the channels.  

it lands on a late-night broadcast…some old black-and-white film she doesn’t recognize, the voices tinny and distant.  

its 4am at this point, so the morning broadcasts do not start until six.

you disappear into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a glass.  

"drink this," you say, holding it out to her.  

hyun ju looks down at it, the bright orange liquid swirling under the light.  

she smirks, glancing up at you. 

"vitamin c?"  

"just so you don’t wake up with a headache in the morning," you tease.  

hyun ju chuckles, shaking her head. 

"i have woken up to worse."  

you raise a brow. 

"oh?"  

she leans back into the couch, fingers brushing over the rim of the glass.  

"special forces training," she says simply, a glint of amusement in her eyes. 

"some days were… rougher than others."  

you hum, crossing your arms as you watch her.  

"i know," you say, voice softer now. 

"but you aren’t there anymore."  

she looks at you, something shifting in her expression.  

"you’re here," you continue, "and deserve the best treatment from me."  

you smirk.  

hyun ju’s breath catches slightly, her grip tightening on the glass.  

she blinks, then lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head.  

"you are dangerous," she murmurs.  

you grin.  

"what can i say? i like taking care of beautiful women."  

hyun ju freezes for a fraction of a second.  

her dark eyes flicker over to you, scanning your face, as if she’s waiting for you to take the words back.  

you don’t.  

instead, you plop down on the couch beside her, curling your legs up slightly as you lean back.  

hyun ju watches the way your curls bounce with the movement, how they frame your face naturally, soft but voluminous.  

she wants to reach out.  

to touch.  

you do not pay attention to the television. 

you are paying attention to her and admiring the way that she fidgets with her fingers, how she crosses her legs like there is not enough space on the couch. 

oh how much you want her. 

you scoot yourself close to hyun-ju, so you are hip to hip. usually, you are never this bold, not at all. however, hyun-ju is inviting you to her. she is doing the triangle method on your face.

left eye, your plump lips, right eye. 

right eye, your plump lips, left eye. 

neither of you looked away from eachother.  

hyun ju swallowed, her throat bobbing slightly.  

your lips parted, your chest rising with a slow inhale.  

the tension snapped.  

without thinking, without hesitating, you leaned in.  

hyun ju met you halfway.  

your lips crashed together, warm and insistent, it was like a desperate meeting of months—years—of longing neither of you had dared to voice before. even though you guys only met seven hours ago. 

she tasted like orange juice and whiskey, a strange but intoxicating mix.  

hyun ju’s hands hesitated for only a moment before finding their way to your waist, her grip firm but gentle, like she was afraid of holding on too tight.  

you deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up her arm, tracing the curve of her shoulder before tangling in her dark hair.  

she shuddered at the touch, her lips parting slightly as she let out a soft, shaky breath.  

you took the opportunity to slip your tongue against hers, teasing, slow.  

hyun ju exhaled sharply through her nose, her grip on your waist tightening.  

the heat between you was unbearable, overwhelming.  

you shifted on your green couch, pressing closer, your knee brushing against hers as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss.  

hyun ju let out a soft, low sound, something between a sigh and a moan, and it sent a thrill straight down your spine.  

your fingers slid down to the collar of her dress, playing with the fabric, teasing.  

she broke the kiss for only a second, her forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard.  

“you sure about this?” 

she murmured, her voice husky, laced with something unsteady.  

you didn’t hesitate.  

“yes.”  

hyun ju swallowed, her hands moving from your waist to your back, pressing you closer, until there was no space left between you.  

you kissed her again, harder this time, deeper, your body melting into hers, your fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, memorizing every inch of her.  

the world outside your apartment, outside this moment, didn’t exist.  

there was only her.  

only this.  

only the slow, intoxicating burn of two people who knew what they wanted. 

you feel yourself fall back onto your couch as hyun-ju climbed on top of you. the way her soft body lingered on top of yours caused you to lift your legs up slowly. 

your right heel wrapped around to hyun-ju’s mid back, pulling her down lower until her chest was pressed up against hers. meanwhile, your left heel goes to her butt, massaging her right glute while one of her hands goes over to grab the other. 

hyun ju whimpers at the contact, at the same time, you press your core up into hers.. making sure that she was satisfied as she moved her lips down your jawline. 

a little more happens before hyun-ju is sat on your couch, with you and your knees resting on the soft living room floor of yours. 

at first, hyun ju was hesitant about this. again, there was access to bottom surgery but she did not have the funds to get that done yet. luckily, she had the funds to get her top surgery, but she wonders how you’d react after pulling her dress up. 

“hyun-ju, sweetie?” 

you looked up, your glistening eyes taking a look at the insecure hyun-ju. 

“i don’t have to do this if you do not want me to. i am okay if that is what you are worried about, i do not mind at all.” you hinted while reassuring her. 

she sees the genuine honesty in her eyes, you didn’t care about her genitalia, you just wanted hyun-ju to feel good. 

when she lets you continue, you pulled up hyun-ju’s dress and slid down her blue boyshort panties to reveal her aching cock. you could’ve drooled right there, the way hyun-ju whimpers at her cock being free while you took one kitten lick at her pink tip. 

you look up at hyun-ju with a smirk, backing your head up for a second while you took her length in your hands, slowly pumping it up and down before giving pepper kisses and kitty licks to the pink tip again.

hyun-ju slowly wrapped your hair into a loose ponytail while you wrapped your lips around her head, trying to take her length whole. she’s so pretty, so perfect, everything about her was just so perfect and you could do this forever.

your hand wrapped around the parts that your mouth could not push down on. at this point, your clit was throbbing. you wanted to play with yourself, but maybe soon, you’d just have to suffer with the pool leaking through your red panties while you make hyun-ju feel good. 

as you took her deeper in your throat, you started to notice hyun-ju spreading her legs out more. thats it. you pulled away, making out with her balls while making sure that your fingers lightly stimulate her tip still. she let out a breathy moan before grabbing you hair and moving your head back onto her shaft herself.

that’s sexy.

“you’re doing so good, m'love, fuc– that’s it…” she mumbled, gazing lovingly at your watering eyes while you look up at her.

you felt her shaft twitch inside of your throat, at the same time she released the grip on your hair, only for her to come undone all inside of your throat, the sweet substance being something that you crave even more now. 

after standing up, your knees a bit sore, hyun-ju grabbed your waist and laid you down on your couch, spreading your legs to reveal the huge wet spot on your underwear. 

“oh baby,” hyun-ju mumbled, softly pulling your red panties down to reveal the mess that you made. 

“please.” 

you mumbled. 

“please what?” 

hyun-ju smiles lightly. 

“i want you to eat my pussy, please.” 

you mumbled, feeling yourself getting wetter as hyun-ju opened your legs more, your knees coming closer to being beside your face. 

the korean lowers her face in-between your legs, growing impatient herself with her teasing. 

"fuck! that's it." you moan when you feel hyun-ju’s plump lips make contact with your clit. 

your eyes look at her with so much lust and love as she makes out with your pussy. your hand reaches into hyunju’s soft hair to keep her there, never wanting to separate her head from your wet pussy.

when hyun-ju puts two fingers inside of your vagina, suckling her clit at the same time, you squealed as you started stimulating your right nipple. 

"yes, yes that! fuck fuck fuck that feels so fucking good do not stop!" your head tilting back on your green colored sofa with pleasure.

“never.” 

you hear her mumble against your clit, sending a vibration which speeds up your orgasm. 

she pulls back her fingers and her mouth before you can cum, and you quickly looks back down at her, your grip on her hair tightening, making hyun-ju sigh as your mess is spread across her lower face. 

hyunju looks so beautiful.

“sorry.” 

hyunju smirks, knowing she really is not sorry for teasing you.

she leans back down, moaning as she takes your clit into her mouth. you relax, closing your eyes so you do not cum so quickly. 

"swee-heart if u keep d-do-doing that I'll cum!"

your virginia accent suddenly jumps out as your eyes start to roll back.

"oh fuck! yes yes yes fuck youre so perfect fuck just like that!"

you squeal, tightening your hand in her hair, your hips grinding against her mouth as she reaches for your release.

"i-i’m" you squeal again as you clench around herr fingers. 

"you’re so perfect." you say breathlessly. 

hyunju’s face is covering in your post-orgasm mess, but you did not care as she comes up to kiss you more.

you felt your taste on your tongue, all of the mixes being so sweet. 

hyunju looks so pussy drunk, there is no way that this is her first time giving head but you won’t ask. 

“stay.” 

you mumble against her tongue. 

“huh?”

hyunju gives you a curious look, your noses touching. 

“please don’t leave after tonight. we can get your stuff from the hotel, an-and you can stay here with me, as long as you need, you can live here with me and we can be together.” 

you plead. 

hyunju nods her head rapidly, knowing she does not want to leave you. 

“don’t worry i’m staying.” 

she gives you a peck on the lips. 

“i’m staying.”

next part will be linked here

[veerbles]

I keep thinking about this line from ck.

this is the culmination of the van eck job; the 'post-credits' scene that tells us where each of the characters is going forward. nina is 'going to find a way to make it matter', which teases row. inej is starting her journey of ending slavery on the seas. jesper and wylan's futures are explicitly intertwined and implicitly turning to politics.

what does kaz's line mean? what was leigh trying to foreshadow?

I refuse to believe the phrasing of it means nothing, because in the context of this scene, it can't mean nothing. this is kaz's next big journey. and it also references another big conversation from ck:

this scene from the geldrenner bathroom is so important because, in it, inej confronts kaz with the truth of his revenge arc (which essentially drives the plot of the entire duology): how is the person he became to ruin pekka different from pekka himself?

and again, kaz mentions building an empire and burning it.

so it has to have meaning. is it literal? will a big plot point in soc #3 involve kaz setting fire to the barrel? but if that's the case, why is it significant that he rebuilds it into something new beforehand?

or maybe it's figurative. at the very end of ck inej asks kaz to help her end slavery from his side of things in ketterdam. she mentions taking down the crooked politicians, the slave-owners, the... even less-moral barrel bosses. while it seems obvious that kaz's 'new empire' is a barrel under his control, what would become of a criminal empire under the thumb of a man indirectly helping to destroy it? perhaps it figuratively 'burns to the ground'.

so either kaz builds his empire, and then literally burns it to achieve something else, or kaz builds his empire and uses its own power to 'burn it' by helping something cleaner grow instead. maybe that's the connection to the bathroom conversation: maybe it's the way he finally proves himself to be different from pekka.

or maybe it's neither of those, and I'm completely off-base? either way it has to mean something big, and I would honestly love to hear more interpretations.

[luchwann-sp]

Yup! Marjorine is definitely a hc for Butters that really keeps the charm of old sp Butters! And honestly I've seen both takes of Marjorine's, the first and largely popular where she's just a girl and super slay (in fact in twt recently people was just saying how marjorine should be more of a girlfailure bc the fandom make her too perfect lmao and that's not butters no sir) and honestly? This version is pretty good because 1 it's easy to understand 2 it has its own conflicts about how being a trans girl in the STOTCH'S house is hard and all the repressed feelings over how liking girly things does not deserve a grounding and how she deserves to be who she is. So Marjorine is not a flat character as she may look like, like she started as a cute hc but she has struggles as well

The second version of Marjorine is the canon accurate, which is not really popular because if not portrayed correctly you're very likely to receive backlash. Let's start with how Marjorine in the episode described herself,,, that was basically a pick me girl. Anyway we can go through 2 ways here

1. We stick to canon and so the boys know Marjorine is Butters but the girls don't (remember how she got along WITH the girls) but however Marjorine felt like herself through the disguise and wanted to stay like that forever leading to shenanigans about coming out as a trans person haven't transitioning yet and social pressure me thinks

2. We go to au moment and make a brand new Marjorine with modern Butters ideals pretty much and this take I've seen a bit. She is internally misogynist and has struggles with her own gender bc she's trans but also thinks bad of women thanks to her teachings at home (when i catch u Stephen)? Its a very conflicted and messy mindset that requires a lot of good characterization to work imo and that's why if not worked properly it'd get backlash bc you could express so easily the wrong ideas

I personally love the hc a lot simply because it's cute and it's harming nobody c: I think of her as a silly little girl cheerful and bright as Butters haha

observation which relates to the Marjorine dissection i've been meaning to write... 2018, especially right around s22's premiere, is the first instance I've noticed the fandom begin to put her (being, either in the sense of trans!butters or viewing her as a separate entity altogether) into Butters' place in canon events. Prior to this as Marj grew in popularity within the fandom, there was a steady rise of people drawing her, but s22 was the first time I saw (and in multiple instances!! It wasn't just one person) people straight up drawing her into scene redraws taking Butters' place. Namely, for the episode Dead Kids, drawing her with the gun as the hall monitor. It's fascinating to me and I feel like for some reason that was a turning point in people's perception of taking her to the next level; no longer was Marj just another "skin" or outfit to dress Butters up in, but another state of being entirely.

And I'd like to offer the perspective of this: as Butters' character became more and more of an asshole, more questionable, more malicious... has Marjorine become a stand-in for a long past characterization? For the "old" Butters?

[zip-toonz]

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[infizero]

them retweeting this tweet from the last time this happened. is it bad that this genuinely helps

[dailymatian]

Today's Dailymatian is SFW Sasuke also known as the Melissa & Doug 2ft Dalmatian! Why is this image so large! Help!

[lateseptemberdawn]

The whole point of Mahabharata and the introduction of kaliyuga is that absolute pureness will not suffice. That to be good is to suffer. That if you keep taking what the world gives you, you will die empty-handed, everything you own taken away. That is the whole point of Bhagavat Geeta. To give what you're given, not to keep bending until your back breaks, NOT to keep suffering because that is the good thing, at the hands of someone who has done nothing for you. It is insane that this man who claims to be so clever and smart is so, SO willing to become literally stupid just because it's the Good thing to do. It is unfathomable to me. This is pure stupidity no matter from what way you look at it. There are all sorts of religious shows to tel these idiots that you MUST take back what you're owed. It's literally YOUR right. It is literally what you are SUPPOSED to do. When you keep giving what you have rightfully earned out of the labour of your blood sweat and tears, you are not doing it for the goodness. It's going nowhere. God is laughing at you and is probably angry that you're wasting opportunities and resources and the blessings you were provided with for your benefit. Especially when you're not only responsible for just yourself but for people in your family as well. Especially when you're already so so close to suffering that you need all the extra resources you can to make sure you don't suffer. The whole point of Krishna is to accept the impure within you, to fight for your own self. Rama is become so relevant these days because people here are braindeads. This is not the satyuga, the moralities of that times will have you beaten down bleading on the ground. This is kaliyuga, in order to preserve yourself you need to weaponise cunning to save yourself. That's how it is supposed to be. You sit down and take and you keep on taking from every single person that comes across you. You think this is patience? To be unreasonably lenient to strangers and so hard on your family? Your wife and daughter? You think yourself so smart but you are so obviously stupid I laughed at your face because of it. You are hell bent on wasting away everything you are in the name of a false ideal that will not only leave you nowhere but will also drive you mad and who will take the brunt of it? Your wife. Your daughter. Because man is a coward who is so so scared of another man be it his own son. He will scream and shout and the littlest faults of his wife and daughter but not the son, he gets to be a no-gooder, he gets to be free with it in the name of I-dont-care-let-him-do-what-he-wants-hes-a-no-gooder-anyways. Not your mother or sister because they are women and you must service them because it is good and noble but your wife and daughter are not women who deserve the same treatment, no, you can blame them for the stress you've acquired by your own stupidness and claim to be all high and mighty. This man needs to open his eyes or I swear to god I will lose all respect.

[uznmaki]

this is such a non issue but what if i end up marrying a guy with a common boring ass surname… like there’s only like 50 people with my surname in this country and honestly it kinda sounds cool i do NOT dream of changing my name to something generic

[uselessgaywhovian]

the problem with playing D&D is you have ships 'n' blorbos that only 4 other people know about

[tevinterspirit]

Blorbo wrapped 2023

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[bibleofficial]

one of the BIGGEST reasons i couldn’t finish w the guy i was w on sunday was bc i kept thinking ‘who does he remind me of ???’ & it’s him