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cypress-punk · 1 month ago

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Recommend me something with giant robots that really encapsulates the giant robots media experience. Not necessarily something good; the best representative sample. I trust your judgement.

This is kind of hard to answer, as the giant robot experience is kind split down the middle into two broad categories.

The first flavor is military Scifi, this is usually given the moniker "Real Robot" because it leans more toward hard scifi and the idea of the mech as an actual machine with mechanical and logistical concerns. For my money the best taste of this type of story is original Mobile Suit Gundam from 1979. It's kind of the originator of the entire Real Robot conceit.

Gundam, and another work by it's director, Yoshiyuki Tomino, Space Runaway Ideon, were both major Influences of Neon Genesis Evangelion, which is not really a typical "real robot" show (in fact it's often more like Ultraman than mecha), but Eva is extremely influential on the genre and there's a whole generation of shows that are either responding to it or ripping it off.

The second flavor is what's generally called "Super Robot". Super Robot stories are classically Saturday Morning cartoons, complete with bright colors and flashy super hero style brawls and big special attacks whose names get screamed out before they're executed. The OG Super Robot is Mazinger Z, and both it's manga and anime are worth looking at, but for my money the best Super Robot experience is The Legendary King of Braves: GaoGaiGar. It's a perfect Saturday morning cartoon style mecha with a lot of charm and good production. The major caveat with it is that it uses an obscene amount of strobe effects that make it hard to actually look at the action scenes sometimes. Serious Epilepsy warning for that show.

Super Robot has also evolved in later years into more of a high octane action joint, Gurren Lagann is the best known example of this style of Super Robot, but for my money the best in this style is one of Gainax's earlier works, Gunbuster. It's just as high octane as it's little brother and has genuinely incredible animation.

There's also a sub-set of mecha I call "Boy and His Dog" mecha, which typically focus on a big meandering robot companion to a young boy, with a focus on coming of age type stories. The original of these is Tetsujin-28 (which is also arguably the first true mecha), also known as Gigantor in the west. There's a 2004 a anime that reimagines the story as an examination of post world war II Japan and it's pretty good. My favorite of these is Giant Robo: The Animation, which is also just my favorite work of mecha genre stuff period. Its very well animated and captures a strong pulp adventure vibe.

Alright so I've yet to actually give you an answer to this ask, I've just kind of rambled about mecha, but I wanted to lay some groundwork. I'm gonna list a lot of stuff below but the main touchstones I'd reccomend to get the taste of the genre you're looking for are the works listed under anime. The rest are just further reccomendations of things I like. Sorry about my chronic long windedness.

Manga:

- Mazinger Z by Go Nagai

- Getter Robo by Ken Ishikawa and Go Nagai (didn't mention this one above but it's about as classic as Mazinger. I reccomend the manga because none of its adaptations really capture the energy of the manga)

Anime:

- Mobile Suit Gundam (1979) (there's a lot of gundam out there and a lot of debate about where to start. The original show is the best starting point in my opinion, especially in this context)

- Neon Genesis Evangelion (1995)

- Gunbuster (1988)

- Legendary King of Braves GaoGaiGar (1997) (mind the epilepsy warning. If the strobes are a problem try Brave Express Might Gaine, Combattler V, or the Mazinger Z anime)

- Giant Robo: The Animation (1992) (also called Giant Robo: The Day the Earth Stood Still)

- Macross: Do You Remember Love? (1984) (film adaptation of the TV anime Super Dimension Fortress Macross, I think the movie is better than the show.)

- SSSS. Gridman and SSSS. Dynazenon (these two shows are just really good so I'm sneaking them in here)

Video Games:

- Armored Core 6: Fires of Rubicon (you can give any Armored Core a try this is just the most recent one)

- Heaven Will Be Mine (visual novel. It's a favorite of mine)

- Super Robot Wars 30 (a turn based strategy game, SRW is a massive crossover of tons of different mecha shows. 30 is the easiest of the series to get in the US. SRW is pretty beloved in the mecha fandom)

Tabletop Games:

- Lancer by Massif Press

- BattleTech by Catalyst Games (BattleTech is the one solidly American mecha franchise which makes it pretty unique. it has a complicated relationship with its Japanese influences)

Novels:

- Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao (cool feminist mecha story that draws heavily upon, and reimagines, a lot of traditional Chinese culture, literature, and historical figures)

- Titanicus by Dan Abnett (this is a Warhammer 40k novel, but it's an old fav of mine. It's focused on the giant Titan mechs of that setting and it was my intro to 40k and sparked my interest in mecha)

Podcasts

- Friends At the Table: COUNTER/Weight (Friends at the Table is a great actual play podcast and COUNTER/Weight is a really fun mecha focused campaign of there's.)

- Mobile Suit Breakdown (great companion podcast for the Gundam franchise if you want more historical and cultural context and analysis for the various shows)

#mecha #mecha anime #mazinger z #getter robo #giant robo the animation #mobile suit gundam #gaogaigar #gunbuster #lancer #heaven will be mine #armored core #battletech #gurren lagann #iron widow #neon genesis evangelion #friends at the table #mobile suit breakdown

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lunardragon00 · 3 months ago

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OT8 Halloween Masterlist - View TV Guide - Favorites - On Demand - All Channels - Show more...

Channel 1007 // Van Helsing @1200

Famed monster slayer Jeong Yunho is dispatched to Transylvania to defeat Count Dracula. Y/N Valerious reveals that Dracula has formed an alliance with Dr. Frankenstein's monster and is hell-bent on exacting a centuries-old curse on her family. Together, they set out to destroy their common enemy, but uncover some unsettling secrets along the way.

- Select Channel-

Channel 1011 // Corpse Bride @1200

Wooyoung and Yuna’s families have arranged their marriage. Though they like each other, Wooyoung is nervous about the ceremony. While he's in a forest practicing his lines for the wedding, he is dragged to the land of the dead. A ghostly bride, Y/N, wants to marry him. Wooyoung now faces a complex decision. Find an escape and marry a woman he hardly knows, or remain in the land of the dead and marry a woman he hardly knows.

- Select Channel -

Channel 1014 // Crimson Peak

After marrying the charming and seductive Sir Choi San, Y/N finds herself swept away to his remote gothic mansion in the English hills. Able to communicate with the dead, Y/N tries to decipher the mystery behind the ghostly visions that haunt her new home. As she comes closer to the truth, Y/N may learn that true monsters are made of flesh and blood.

- Select Channel -

Channel 1018 // Haunted Mansion

Realtors Song Mingi and his wife Y/N get a call late one night from a mansion owner who is looking to sell his property. Smelling the biggest deal of their career, Mingi and Y/N pay a visit to the manor, located on a remote bayou. How long will it take until the couple unearth the mysteries of the mansion?

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Channel 1021 // Killing Boys

After a horrific incident in her high school years, Y/N - now a demon - turns a hungry eye on guys who never stood a chance with her before. While she satisfies her appetite for human flesh with the school's male population, she encounters nerdy boy Park Seonghwa. Something about him intrigues her, but will it be enough to keep him alive.

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Channel 1025 // Interview with a Vampire

Born as an 18th-century lord, Kang Yeosang is now a bicentennial vampire, telling his story to an eager biographer. Suicidal after the death of his family, he meets Y/N, a vampire who persuades him to choose immortality over death and become his companion.

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Channel 1028 // Phantom of the Opera

From his hideout beneath a 19th century Paris opera house, the brooding Phantom schemes to get closer to vocalist Y/N. The Phantom, wearing a mask to hide a congenital disfigurement, strong-arms management into giving the budding starlet key roles, but Y/N’s brother, the arts benefactor, Seonghwa tries to foil his scheme.

- Select Channel -

Channel 1031// Say My Name

After Y/N dies in a car accident, she finds herself stuck haunting her families beloved old country residence, unable to leave the house. When the unbearable Jung’s and their teen son buy the home, Y/N attempts to scare them away without success. Her efforts attract the demon Hongjoong, a rambunctious spirit whose "help" quickly becomes dangerous.

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billpottsismygf · 8 months ago

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Space Babies! Weird episode, but it had a charm. I had already prepared myself for the fact that RTD's era was notoriously camp and weird, and that I would for the first time be experiencing new episodes by him as an adult rather than as a 9-13 year-old, so it's not news to me that there would be some campy nonsense with a deeper message, and that this might be more jarring than I'm used to. The deeper themes were really thrown out (refugees, anti-abortion hypocrisy, genocide, capitalism) without being dwelt on, but that's not necessarily a problem.

The babies themselves were... a little unnerving? The mouth movements were quite uncanny, along with their voices and the general "I love you, Ruby!" of it all. I've just now made the connection that the latter puts me in mind of adverts for baby dolls.

The gunky snot monster felt very early 2000s British children's TV. If you weren't there for that, just know there was so much slime; think Slitheen exploding. I am very glad it got rescued. Nice message with the Doctor not usually running from things just because they look scary and, even though this is a creature specifically manufactured to be scary, it still deserves a shot at life.

It feels like a strange story to start with because I suspect it'll have mixed reviews. I would think you'd want a slightly more solid episode to draw people in with. Anyway, there was still a lot of thought put into making this a proper jumping off point with all its Doctor Who 101 stuff. Funny for a long-time viewer hearing it all rattled off in record time, but important to establish for new people, and I do think it's important for the show to remain accessible to people who haven't been obsessing over it for twenty years or more.

As a jumping off point, it very specifically reminded me of The End of the World. There's the big observation deck on a space station where the new companion, in her second episode and first off-world adventure, gets her phone updated so she can call her mum, in particular. The parallels to Rose are interesting, especially with the lecture the Doctor gives Ruby about how they can't travel back to meet her missing parent(s).

Speaking of that, there's some intrigue there with the snow appearing and the memory changing. I didn't like the Doctor doing a DNA scan of Ruby without her knowledge. It feels very 11th Doctor, especially when he literally scanned Amy and withheld medical information, but also the way he treated all his female companions as mystery boxes to solve without telling them. I guess we'll see what that's all about at a later point.

I'm still not completely sold on Millie Gibson, but Ncuti Gatwa is wonderful, and I do really appreciate their chemistry.

Small things:

Jocelyn was a good character, and the Nan-E filter made me laugh several times.

That place name before the Doctor turned the translation circuits off was absolutely not in English. Slightly weird way to phrase that line if it's going to be called Pacifico del Rio.

This is a very early point in the series for Ruby to get a TARDIS key! We're really speedrunning the usual steps here.

#doctor who #mine #space babies #doctor who spoilers #dwspoilers #dwmine #reactions #rereading this before I post and now 'gunky snot monster' has triggered the chris ramsey 'gunky slime vase' soundbite from taskmaster #dwe15

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gayleviticus · 6 months ago

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assorted empire of death general thoughts:

one of the sloppiest rtd deus ex machina endings in a long while - 'bring death to death' is a cool concept (and rather christpilled) but the mechanics just dont make any sense. and im not one to complain that it doesnt adhere to rigid rules but the logic just is inconsistent. sutekh becomes a god by entering the time vortex and then proceeds to be killed by same time vortex. blowing dust on people kills them but sutekh seeing all of time and space again revives them.

even as much as i hate the journey's end meta crisis deus ex machina, the mechanics of it do make sense.

normally rtd deus ex machinas are justifiable by the character work going on, but this honestly felt rather hollow. like. nothing is going on in this episode outside of beating sutekh until the ending which tacks on Ruby's arc at the end.

lassoo-ing sutekh into the vortex felt a bit like an asspull and inconsistent w the prior vibe. like. it felt like they set it up as if sutekh was possessing the TARDIS; treating it so grossly physically feels like an exorcist story where the priest gets the victim to sneeze the demon out.

the meta-angle of playing on the mystery of Ruby's mother being overblown is a bit interesting and does inject some genuine emotion back into a story that would otherwise have been engulfed by dramatic god confrontations etc. but it's also like. a total retread of clara and the leaf, hell bent etc. we've seen this trope in DW before, and I think this usage lacked both the novelty and emotional/thematic depth it had before. 'bait and switch mystery box' is starting to be actually more formulaic than a straightforward reveal.

it's also a shame given how many interesting theories fans had developed about tv show theory, ruby as the perfect companion etc that we did basically get Clara and the Leaf 2.0.

Mel continues to honestly have no point in even being here. 3 episodes that wouldn't change in the slightest if she wasn't around.

it is getting a bit comical how quick Kate is to recruit every single person in the universe to UNIT

overall s14 thoughts:

for me i think this season, while not bad, sits above only the chibnall era, and a bit above series 7. the inidividual episodes are much better, and 15 and ruby have better chemistry, but it cribs a lot of its overall arc from being largely a retread of s7s. Ruby is more charming than s7 clara, who has a tendency to get written by everyone other than moffat as Generic Companion #47, but this series feels like it's significantly lacking the emotional depth every other rtd and moffat series has had.

i think it's also a bit similar to series 10, which didn't really have a strong emotional arc for Bill in favour of just a fun dynamic, but the s10 finale knocks anything in s14 out of the park. s10 was also just a lot funnier.

#doctor who #fifteenth doctor #dw spoilers #empire of death spoilers #doctor who spoilers #rtd critical

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keepittoyourshelf · 4 months ago

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Sometimes it really is all about sex.

Let’s talk about morally gray characters again. I just finished playing Dragon Age: Inquisition in prep for the Veilguard release and Solas is literally the textbook example of what morally gray character is. No spoiler warnings because the game is fucking ten years old, already.

TLDR is Solas is one of your companions (romanceable if you’re playing a female elf) who actually turns out to be an ancient elven spirit of some sort that is actively working to undermine your efforts. He was responsible for creating the Veil, as an act of revenge against his fellow elven spirit-gods for killing his bestie Mythal. This unfortunately had unforeseen consequences of cutting the elven people off from the Fade and ensuring that they were no longer immortal. He’s now working to reverse this mistake, despite the fact that doing so will essentially destroy the player’s world and wipe out all non-elves. Or something to that effect.

If you play the Trespasser DLC (highly recommended since I don’t think Veilguard will make much sense otherwise, and you will not get the full impact of the Solas romance if you pursue that path), you’ll get to talk to Solas at the end and he is genuinely regretful and remorseful, and not just for how this will affect his friend/lover, but how it will affect all people. This is despite knowing the cost. He knows the cost, is fully aware of it, is remorseful about the pain and suffering it will cause, and yet is willing to move forward anyway.

Another example I’ve referred to before? Kaz Brekker. Think of how fucked up what he did to Pekka Rollins re: his kid was. Disregard how fucked up Pekka was in turn, because two wrongs don’t make a right, right? Kaz didn’t care. Kaz has never really cared who gets hurt so long as it’s not people he actually cares about and he achieves his ends. It’s literally anything goes. We as readers can still “cheer” for him conscience free because ostensibly the people he’s acting out against are all pretty much trash human beings, but you have to think that statistically innocents are caught in the crossfire, and yet Kaz dgaf. No explanations, even though they would make total sense in context without actually justifying the actions he takes (because they are wrong), just revenge. We as readers aren’t necessarily expected to like what he does. But we should understand it.

Lestat de Lioncourt is the same way. It’s obvious in the books, but quicker and easier to digest via the TV show that’s currently airing on AMC. Lestat is straight-up a petty, jealous, vengeful bitch (though he never beat Louis the way it’s shown on the show, so take that aspect with a grain of salt). Lestat also suffered a seriously abusive childhood and his experience of being turned was tantamount to rape. He doesn’t always go after evil-doers, though later on in the series he goes after them almost exclusively, with the occasional slip-up. Yet we still love him and cheer for him. Is it because he’s handsome and charming and witty? Yeah, mostly. Does he make excuses for what he does? Not really. He might explain his motivations, but he doesn’t excuse the evilness of his actions. He knows they’re wrong and does them anyway.

Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3 is another great example, though his morally grey status can be considered arguable depending on whether or not you Ascend him (and consequently doom 7000 presumably innocent souls, including children). For those that have played, you know Astarion’s past is as traumatic as it gets. That in itself explains away a lot of his attitude, though I personally believe he was a sassy dick even before all that happened. The way he manipulates Tav and the other characters though, all of that is motivated by self-preservation as a result of his past abuse. If you explore his romance path, you talk to him enough to know that he knows what he’s doing is wrong, and he’s regretful for it, to a point. He’s definitely not regretful about every mean thing he’s done though, that needs to be made clear. Does he offer excuses? No, not a one. He explains his motivations though, and he’s sorry for whatever pain it causes insofar as it relates to Tav (either as a friend or a lover), but everyone else can pretty much fuck off. So yeah, he’s not free of his asshole status just by virtue of being abused, but it does explain his actions enough to let the player still like him and romance him in spite of it all (if the hair alone wasn’t enough to make you turn a blind eye, that is).

This is all leading up to me once again explaining that RHYSAND FROM ACOTAR IS NOT MORALLY GREY. He never has been and he never will be. What is the difference between him and anyone I’ve mentioned above? Chapter 54 in ACOMAF really says it all. Up until that point, Rhysand was the villain. Feyre could not in good conscience explore her attraction to him because he was the bad guy, and head of the bad guys. Literally everyone else in that world thinks of him as evil and is fearful of him. This is by Rhysand’s own design for, well, reasons. Until Chapter 54, where he deconstructs, in practically bulleted-list format, every single bad thing he has been shown to do in the books up until that point. This is needed because since Feyre is narrating, she’s not privy to his inner thoughts and can’t possibly know he’s not really evil, and thus cannot justify fucking him. Killing kids and innocent people? He was under the influence of Amarantha. In order to save the majority, a small minority had to be sacrificed. Let me give a tip here: If someone is saying they do something bad for the greater good, they are 1). Most definitely not morally grey and 2). Quite possibly a nazi. Abusing Feyre mentally and physically? Necessary to keep his cover, so he could continue to protect the majority for the greater good, or undermine Amarantha, which he never really managed to do in the 50 years he was held captive, or whatever. Sometimes he did it because he could find no other way to be near her because even then he was So In LoOoOvE. The whole point of that fucking chapter is to show the reader that there were good/romantic motivations behind bad actions, which in SJM-speak equals good. Unless you’re Tamlin, in which case you are still evil. Why does this need to happen? So SJM can write mid-level smut guilt free.

Chalk it up to religious guilt or societal pressure, but Kaz, Solas, Astarion, Lestat, and others have shown time and time again that you can do bad things and still be considered good enough to justify romantic interest, or friendly, if that’s your bag. The line in the sand really comes in having awareness that what you did was bad, not really caring about it, and most importantly, not needing to completely erase a bad past based on one or two actions/statements/beliefs (or because they’re just good looking). Even if you do not romance them, you can at least understand some of what they do, even when it is bad, because of their history, their obvious remorse, or just their fucking charisma etc.

One could argue that Chapter 54 would not have been required if SJM didn’t think we needed to read Chapter 55 guilt-free, or at least without being able to so easily equate Rhys with Ted Bundy (a handsome, charming psychopath). Rhysand does not express remorse over the acts themselves, so much as he expresses remorse over the fact that the fact that he did them, for whatever reason, could prevent him from getting what he wants. The reader, by virtue of Feyre’s limited and biased POV, is not given permission to let Rhys into their hearts and hoohas until we know that he was forced to do bad things. Bad things that never, ever would have happened otherwise. So it’s okay that she wants to have sex with him.

Solas, Lestat, Kaz, Astarion - they all do bad things. They all know they are doing bad things. Not everything they do is bad (that’s an important point to make), but when they do bad things, they do them with full knowledge that they are bad things, and that good people will suffer. Sometimes they care, sometimes they don’t. The reader cannot say unequivocally that they are either good or bad, because their actions can be understood when looked at in context of their history or their motivations. They cannot be entirely excused. I.e. A wrong thing done for the right reasons is still a wrong thing. It’s still murder even when it’s done in self-defense, and you always have a choice. You never have to do something. The distinction is whether you are willing to do a wrong thing to avoid something you don’t like happening (I.e. you or someone you love dying, or feeling intense pain). However, that doesn’t make murder suddenly not murder. A reason is not a justification. You just choose to do it for a reason. If you don’t (and are doing it for fun) then you are just evil, and most definitely not morally grey.

The key difference is that the reader (via Feyre) is told repeatedly that Rhysand is no longer bad for having done wrong things because he did them for the right reasons. He is no longer the villain he was in book 1 by virtue of Chapter 54 in book 2. Solas is still the villain (and in fact is the main antagonist of Veilguard); so are Kaz, Lestat, and Astarion, depending on who you ask. When other characters in their respective worlds offer their personal opinions on said characters, some will be favorable, some not. We are at least allowed the opportunity to see a different POV and make that choice for ourselves. There’s continuous ambiguity. The ambiguity is the literal grey area.

This is not the case with Rhysand and this is why he can never be morally grey. We are told he was the noble hero all along, he is literally retconned as such (much like Spike was in BtVS, because Buffy-as-heroine could never justify living someone like him otherwise). He was reformatted so much, in fact, that he’s actually thought by some to be deserving of being king of all Prythian. Not just other characters, but by the reading audience at large. His bad things are no longer bad because he did them for the right reasons (or that dogwhistle of a statement, for the greater good).

How do I know this? Because Rhysand is consistently juxtaposed, by SJM’s own hand, by virtue of Feyre’s narration, with Tamlin. Over and over and over again. Now, technically Tamlin has also done bad things for the right reasons (protecting Feyre, helping his subjects) but he remains the villain. If another character tries to say Rhysand is bad (I think Tarquin does, but I could be wrong) they are either wrong or just don’t understand or are under emotional duress and are incapable of seeing the truth. Tamlin does not deserve to have his actions looked at in context (the way we do with Solas, Kaz, etc) because….well, I don’t have a good explanation for that, because SJM herself hasn’t offered one, other than repeatedly showing every other character in the book saying he’s a bad guy and doesn’t deserve to be forgiven. Purely by comparison’s sake, there is literally no reason in a fact based world where one can say without question that what Tamlin did to Feyre is worse than anything Rhysand has done. They both physically hurt her. They have both confine her without their consent. You know what Tamlin has never done though? Touch Feyre sexually against her will. He didn’t engineer situations where he mentally abused her just so he could be near her. That’s not romantic, it’s sociopathic. Fantasy is fantasy, sure, but you can’t defend that even in context of an alleged “fantasy morality” because we are humans and can only look at these things on the context of lived human experiences. There is no situation in real life, anywhere, where mentally or sexually abusing someone is justifiable for any reason, ever. Bottom line, all arguments to the contrary invalid. Any time someone comes out against Rhys, they either retract their statements, are reviled themselves (hello Nesta) in the narrative, or just in the fan community itself.

I haven’t read the third Crescent City book because I finally reached my limit for bullshit, but from the discourse I’ve seen Bryce has been getting a lot of hate for thinking Rhysand is a dick, or something to that effect. Right or wrong, it’s at least more evidence of SJM and the audience’s own bias in favor of Rhysand….and that’s really who these screeds are directed at. The audience. Rhys defenders are wrong when they say he is morally grey. He is not when other characters aren’t allowed to voice opinions against him without having the narrative over-emphasize their own faults at the same time. The text must remain objective and somewhat open-ended. SJM is as biased a writer as they come.

So I guess you could excuse all the word vomit here and just say that actually being considered morally grey is predicated on multiple opinions (it doesn’t necessarily need to be multiple narrators/POVs, but the audience needs to be presented with an alternative opinion in a way where it’s not immediately dismissible). SJM has never shown any indication that that will happen, because even when opinions other than Feyre’s are introduced they either echo her sentiments or we have someone else shooting them down in response, or the character in question is repeatedly shown to be flawed themselves.

Moral of the story? Stop wasting time on SJM and play Dragon Age: Inquisition or Baldur’s Gate 3 instead. Story is better, there’s so much room for interpretation (which makes replay/re-read value increase) and the dudes are just hotter. Sorry not sorry.

Even if Solas does look like an egg. He’s a hot egg.

#anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti sjm #anti feyre #pro tamlin #anti inner circle #anti acotar #sjm critical #bg3 #anti rhys #baldur’s gate astarion #astarion bg3 #morally grey characters #Rhysand will never be morally grey and I’m willing to die on that hill #solas dragon age #solas #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition

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taruusmoon · 1 year ago

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Pairing; Kim Taeyoung (Tatter) x fem reader

Summary: A month after the breakup, Tatter can't help but feel lost, even if it was her fault. Until she see u again.

Warnings; angst, argument. Tatter confused with her feelings for Bada. Themes of cheating but no one cheats (I think so). Grammar mistakes

WC: 4.4k

AN: So instead of post something for my other works here I am writing some angst with Tatter :): But enjoy

The screams outside the backstage area echoed throughout the place; the producers were running around trying to get everything ready, and the teams were practicing for the last time before the presentations that would define the end of the program. It was not a normal night of a normal day. It was finally the end of the second season of the famous Street Woman Fighter program, and everyone was nervous about it. Tatter was one of them.

Taeyoung was by far one of the dancers who had attracted attention since the beginning of the show. People started to know her name, and faster than she expected, she became quite popular. However, along with that came the pressure, and the closer the moment of truth came, the more nervous she became. She was distanced from the conversation that her companions were having at her side; she dedicated herself to moving her body, practicing the first choreography that they had to present in the final. However, despite the shouts of the audience and the busy atmosphere that surrounded her, Lusher's sudden words pierced her ears, stopping completely what she was doing.

“What did you just say?” She asked. Lusher, who had her back to her, turned to look at her, along with her other teammates. “Seoyoung, what did you say?”

“I invited y/n to the final," Lusher answered after a few long seconds, "and she accepted.”

It had been a long time since Tatter had last heard your name. And now that she was finally hearing it again, her heart pounded as hard as the first time you met. She knew that Seoyoung still had contact with you because, after all, you had become best friends; however, she never imagined that Lusher would invite you, let alone that you would accept.

All the girls were silent as they looked at the blonde girl. Tatter didn't respond to Lusher's words; instead, her gaze shifted to Bada, who was already scowling at her in anticipation of her reaction. With a slight pain in her chest, she turned and walked in the direction of the stairs leading to the stage. She sat down on one of the steps and bit her lower lip, beginning to feel a little nervous. In an attempt to calm herself down, she brought her hand to her wrist, taking between her fingers the small silver charm that bore the initials of your name. It had been the first gift you had given her on your first anniversary.

“Are you all right?” Bada appeared at her side and took a seat next to her. The girls had moved a little away.

“If it was all my fault, then why do I feel so bad every time I remember her?”

Everything was ruined one night a month ago. When Taeyoung opened the door to the apartment you shared and found you sitting on the couch, your legs pulled up to your chest, and you were staring at the TV even though your eyes weren't really paying attention. The clock had barely struck two in the morning, and Tatter was surprised.

“Shouldn't you be in bed by now?” She asked in a soft tone of voice as she walked in your direction with the only thought of taking your hand and heading to the room you shared.

“Where were you?" You looked at Taeyoung, and she stopped walking and stood in the middle of the room, frowning as she noticed the strange glint in your eyes, wet eyelashes, and puffy eyelids. You had cried, and she knew it.

“I was in practice.”

“Lusher said that the practice ended at ten," you replied, pressing the power button on your phone over and over in an attempt to calm the rapid palpitations of your heart. "You were with her?”

“Who are you talking about?” Taeyoung put down her practice bag on the sofa and then sat down on the glass coffee table in front of you.

“You know who I'm talking about." You didn't know if it was the tone of voice you used, but the expression on Taeyoung's face became heavy, as if she knew what was about to come and was already fed up with the fight that hadn't even started yet.

“Can't I go out with my best friend?" The question alone made you frown in disgust. Tatter took a long breath, got up, and walked in the direction of the kitchen in search of a glass of water.

“You know that's not the problem." With your heart pounding in your chest, you got up to follow her. “The problem is that Bada seems to be owning your time more and more. And it's getting damn tiring...”

“Don't curse because you know I hate it," she interrupted, and you instantly felt tears prick your eyes as you noticed that Taeyoung had ignored all the other things you said. "Why are you making a big deal out of this?”

“This isn't about me, Taeyoung!” You finally snapped, and Tatter looked at you with a confused frown. “You don't even remember?” The blonde swallowed thickly, starting to feel guilty at the disappointed expression on your face. “It was going to be the first stupid dinner we were going to have this whole month; you even invited your mom, and she accepted even though you were coming so late. She left after midnight when I told her you were with Bada after watching all the damn videos on Twitter. Your mother even apologized to me on your behalf.”

Guilt immediately filled Tatter's body; she left the glass on the sink and walked in your direction, ready to wrap her arms around you. However, as soon as she tried to do so, her arms never reached your body. You held her arms before she managed to do so, and for Taeyoung, the simple action caused a huge pain in her chest. You had never refused any kind of affection from her before, not even if you both had fought or if you were angry about something.

“Are you in love with her, Taeyoung?”

The question took Tatter by surprise, and her eyebrows furrowed as she looked straight into your eyes in confusion and surprise. However, the feeling of guilt became stronger, and she couldn't help but feel that she had been discovered. The truth was that two months ago she had also begun to question herself about the same thing, but she was too afraid to do anything to find an answer to her questions.

“What are you talking about?” She tried to play it cool by taking your hands in hers tightly.

“Stop doing this about me!” you shook your hands, pulling yourself out of her grip. “This is about you—about the lies and all your excuses. About what you won't admit to wanting. You think I don't see it?” Taeyong's eyes flooded with tears, and your cheeks moistened. “Everything you do for her and how you act when you're with her. You like Bada, Taeyoung.”

“Nothing ever happened between Bada and me.”

“I'm not saying that, I know. But it's crossed your mind, hasn't it?”

Tatter couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to. Even though the thoughts had been so fleeting that she could barely remember them, they were still real. At Taeyoung's silence, more tears moistened your cheeks, and when this happened, the blonde pursed her lips, denying with guilt sown on her face. She was going to hug you again, and this time you didn't plan to refuse; however, the ringtone of her phone interrupted the moment. Tatter looked at you for a few seconds before pulling her cell phone out of the jacket she was wearing, and on the screen, you could both read ‘Bada’.

Why Bada was calling Taeyoung in the middle of the night if they had just met? You didn't know, and although you doubted it, neither did Tatter. She stared at you with the cell phone still in her hand. The first call cut out, but almost immediately a second one came in again. You looked at Taeyoung with crystallized eyes, and in your mind, you could only pray that she wouldn't answer the phone. Somehow, it all felt like some kind of test for you. And if Tatter would let her phone ring and decide to try to fix the problem that threatened your relationship, then so would you. But things lately don't seem to be running in your favor.

“Hello?” Taeyoung's trembling voice as she answered the phone warmed your heart, and when she turned away for privacy, you understood everything. She was choosing Bada Lee over you. Again.

You didn't realize how long Taeyoung talked to Bada, but the whole time you stood in the same place, standing by the small kitchen island with your eyes fixed on the picture stuck on the refrigerator. It was a picture of you and Tatter on your first anniversary.

“I have to go” Taeyoung's warm voice caused you to shiver, and the touch of her hand on your shoulder felt strange. But all you could think of was what she meant by having to leave if she had just arrived. “Bada needs me...” and of course, Bada was involved with her decision.

“Do you remember that once, a long time ago, I told you that someday you were going to break my heart?” You said it almost in a whisper, and Tatter's hand trembled on your arm. "But it's my fault. It's my fault for falling for you again and again, even though I know you won't choose me. What does she have that I don't?”

Taeyoung didn't know what to say. She had no idea why, all of a sudden, the feelings she had for Bada started to emerge. You had everything; she loved you more than she loved herself. But somehow her eyes found themselves looking in another direction when she was with you. And even if she tried to stop herself, she wasn't succeeding.

“We'll talk about this when I get back. I promise," Taeyoung spoke with hope in her voice, but she received no response. And without being able to wait any longer, she turned towards the door.

“No, we won't," you said, though Tatter couldn't hear you.

Three hours later, when the clock struck seven in the morning, Taeyoung walked through the apartment door again. She threw her car keys on the living room table and walked to the room you both shared when she didn't found you in the living room or kitchen. Yet you were not there, or anywhere else in the house or apartment complex. Your clothes, your jewelry, and shoes were all gone. The only thing that still remained, were the gifts Taeyoung had given you over the years that you had been together. Also on the bedside table was the red bracelet with the initials of your name on it.

Tatter tried to call you many, many times and tried to reach you by any way possible. But soon her number and social media were blocked, leaving her with no alternative. She even called Lusher, who in a short time had become your best friend, but when the girl answered the phone, she didn't hesitate to lie about you, even though Tatter knew she was doing it. Within hours you disappeared, and no one seemed to know where you were.

After a month, Taeyoung ceased her attempts to communicate. She was still texting you, still calling you, and still frequenting your favorite places to no avail. If you wanted to disappear and hide from her, you had succeeded.

Until that day. The grand finale of the program.

"It's time to go. Let's go. Let's go!" Sowoen appeared next to Bada and Tatter, interrupting the blonde girl's thoughts.

The two girls stood up; Bada walked to one of the producers, while Taeyoung stood next to her teammates in silence. Somehow, the atmosphere had become a little awkward between them. The other girls except for Bada were also keeping in communication with you, but none of them had said it, even though Taeyoung knew it.

"It's your lucky day, Tata." Lusher rounded her shoulders and whispered in her ear. "She didn't agree to go to the party after the finals, but I'll make her go. So I'm giving you a chance to talk to her again."

Seoyoung didn't say another word, and when Tatter was about to answer her, she let go of her shoulders and walked to the stairs. It was finally time for the team to perform in front of the audience. Taeyoung took a long breath and followed her teammates. When she was in front of the crowd of people, she couldn't help but scan her eyes through the entire audience in hopes of seeing you. However, it was difficult due to the number of people, so she gave up and took her position to start the choreography.

While Cockiness was full of sensuality, Praise and Run it were full of feelings. But both were performances that blew you away. The girls had done an amazing job, and when their name was mentioned as the winner, excitement ran through your body, so you helplessly shouted their name along with everyone. Although when your eyes fell on Taeyoung, seeing her crying non-stop with her leader and subleader, your heart squeezed a little. You wanted to go to her, hug her, and tell her she had done amazing. However, it was other arms that held her and other lips that encouraged her.

On stage, Tatter wiped away her tears. She wasn't sure if she was crying because she had won first place in the final or because she saw you in the crowd chanting her name.

The final ended after eleven o'clock at night. Lia Kim had organized a small party in celebration, and as soon as everyone was ready, they left the CJ Entertainment building. Taeyoung took Cheche and Sowoen with her in her car, while Bada was accompanied by Lusher, Kyma, and Minah. The four girls had left a few minutes earlier, as Seoyoung planned to meet you outside the building.

“I'm sure she's already home, Seoyoung," Bada muttered as she looked down the sidewalk for you. “Why don't you call her?”

“I tried, but she's not answering, and she has her Find My IPhone deactivated," answered the girl typing on her phone.

“Why do you have her location?” Kyma got in the middle of the front seats and asked Lusher with a frown, but Lusher just shrugged her shoulders, trying to call you back.

“Wait!” Minah shouted, causing Bada to slow down the car. “Isn't that her?” And Minah was right. Under the dim light of the bus stop, you and five other people were waiting. Bada turned around the corner until she was right in front of you.

“Hey lover” as soon as you heard the voice, you frowned, looking towards the car that was parked in front of you and the girl who had her head out of the window with a beaming smile. “Get in.”

“What?” you answered sharply. “Of course not and move over because here comes the bus.”

“If you don't get in, then we won't move.” Lusher insisted. “Right Bada?” The girl in the other seat looked at you with an apologetic expression on her face.

“Lee Seoyoung move," you spat but she ignored you. "Lee Bada go.”

Bada looked at you with a shrug of her shoulders, a little surprised that you had addressed her after all that had happened. However, she still didn't move her car, and when you noticed that they were all together with Lusher, you had no choice but to open the back door, finding Minah and Kyma with a triumphant smile on their faces.

“I have to work tomorrow," you reported as the car started moving.

“Don't be a liar; you told us yesterday that you were on vacation." As soon as you heard Kyma's words, you rolled your eyes, a little annoyed by the matter.

“You can at least tell me where we are going.”

“To the celebration party at Lia Kim's house.

You knew it; deep inside, you knew that Lusher wasn't going to take no for an answer, and it was clear that all the others—except Taeyoung—were going to act with her. And even if you wanted to get out of Bada Lee's car at that instant and head home, you couldn't do it. And in fact deep down you didn’t want to either. Resigned, you didn't answer Lusher; instead, you leaned your head against the back of the seat, accidentally glancing at the rearview mirror of the car, discovering that Bada was already looking at you in advance. However, as soon as your gazes met, she looked down at the highway again. With a long breath, you closed your eyes, deciding to forget what had happened.

The drive to Lia Kim's house took Bada over forty minutes. When all of you arrived, there was already a line of cars parked at the curb, and when you entered the 1Million leader's house, music flooded through your ears. There were quite a few people—all the contestant girls from the show and one or two companions they had brought along. There was alcohol, but not too much due to the presence of the underage girls. But the atmosphere was still fun.

Kyma and Minah slipped through the crowd to where Cheche and Sowoen were. Bada had walked over to where the Jam Republic girls were and circled the shoulders of a person unknown to you, making you a little curious.

“Who is that?” you asked, pointing to Bada with your chin as you walked behind Lusher in the direction of one of the sofas in the house.

“That's Bada's partner; they've been dating for about three months.” Lusher's answer surprised you, and the girl seemed to notice it instantly: "What? You thought she and Taeyoung started dating when you two broke up?” The girl giggled at your silence and then extended a glass filled with some strange content to you.

After the brief conversation with Lusher, none of you brought up the topic again. After all, throughout the time that passed after the breakup, if you didn't ask about Tatter, none of the girls said anything, and you were grateful for it since you wanted to avoid any contact with her. Although it was kind of stupid since, at that moment, you were at the same party as her, and although at the beginning you found yourself looking for her with your eyes every now and then, after a couple of glasses of alcohol and a long conversation with the girls from 1Million and Deep n' Dap, your mind forgot about her.

But it wasn't the same for Taeyoung; on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall, she had been watching you since you had walked through the door. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she was completely unaware of the conversation Minah and Cheche were having, not even noticing when Bada approached her. It wasn't until the Bebe leader tapped her on the shoulder that she was able to come back to reality.

“Do you think I should talk to her?” Bada asked hesitantly, scratching her neck as she looked in your direction.

“Why should you talk to her?”

“I don't know; maybe it will help if I'm the one who clears things up for her. Maybe she will talk to you.

“I don't think that's the...”

And with the thought of fixing Taeyoung's relationship with you, Bada headed in your direction ignoring Tatter. Lusher, who was sitting next to you, was the first one to notice Bada, and she would have found it normal if it weren't for the girl's gaze fixed on you as she clutched the glass bottle in her hand.

“I think we need to talk," she blurted out, gaining stares from the girls and a raised eyebrow from you. “Please.”

You didn't know exactly what to say, so you simply got up from the couch and started walking to the backyard of the house with Bada Lee behind you. As soon as you were under the moonlight, you stopped, both of you not knowing what to say. For a few minutes, you stood there, looking at the plants that decorated the garden. Until Bada decided she had to say something.

“I'm dating someone," she murmured with her eyes fixed on you, staring at you as you frowned and then looked at her.

“Congratulations?”

“And I think you should talk to Youngtae," she said a little nervously under your gaze. Even if she was older than you, somehow she felt a little intimidated. "I know I'm not the best person to tell you this, but I really think you owe Taeyoung a chance to explain things.

“What makes you think I didn't give her a chance to do so?”

“You left that night without saying anything, and you've ignored her ever since, I think...”

“Look Bada just like you said, you're not the best person to have this conversation.” You interrupted her without wanting to listen to the girl's explanations. Even if it had already been a month since the breakup, you still felt a bit resentful towards Bada, even though she wasn't to blame for anything. “But, give me just one reason to talk with Taeyoung.”

“Nothing happened between me and Tatter," she took a long breath before continuing. “At least not when you were together.”

If Bada thought the words that came out of her mouth would make you want to talk to Taeyoung, she was very wrong. "Nothing happened, at least not when you two were together." The phrase echoed in your head over and over again, creating all the insecurities and bad thoughts you once had. If you had more courage, you would have surely complained to Taeyoung about the short time it had taken her to go into Bada's arms, but you wouldn't, because if you didn't want to see her before, you didn't want to see her now even less.

“Is that supposed to be a reason to talk to Taeyoung?” With the tone of voice you used, Bada immediately understood the result of her words, so she tried to correct it.

“It's not how you're thinking about it," she hastened to say. “A week after you left, Youngtae told me the real reason for the breakup. At first, I didn't understand it because, in my eyes, she never showed any feelings for me, but then she kept apologizing for it and I didn't know what to say. I love Youngtae like my baby sister.” Bada took a moment before continuing. “So I kissed her.”

“It really doesn't interest me...

“She started crying instantly," Bada interrupted. “Taeyoung cried all night in my apartment because I kissed her and because she got her feelings mixed up. She never liked me, and...”

“How can you say she never liked you? Are you saying that my relationship was ruined because Taeyoung was confused with her feelings?” you asked, a bit stunned by what Bada had just said. You didn't doubt her words, but it was hard to understand that it had all been a mistake. “We could all tell how she was acting with you. You can't come now and tell me that my relationship of three years was ruined by a stupid confusion of feelings.” Bada tried to answer, but her mouth closed as soon as you interrupted her with a gesture. “You don't know how many nights I spent alone because she chose you.”

“I'm being honest with you..." Again, Bada was interrupted, but this time it wasn't you. Bada's eyes looked behind you, so curiously, you turned around, finding the last person you wanted to see at that moment.

Starting to get a little nervous, you turned again in Bada's direction, who, with a pleading look, said a silent "please." Although she didn't even give you time to think about it and respond, she quickly walked back inside the house. Letting out a breath of resignation, you turned again in the direction of Tatter, who was still in the same place, with the wind ruffling his blond hair and his eyes shining.

“I've missed you," was the first thing she said, and then she cut the distance, wrapping her arms around your body and creating a strong embrace that you had been waiting for so long. “I'm sorry for everything that happened that night.”

You didn't know exactly if sorry was what you had wanted to hear all that time. However, when Taeyoung said those words, you calmed down, even though Bada's words were still deep inside your head. It didn't matter what she had explained because the only thing that kept repeating itself was a constant "Nothing happened, at least not when you were together." And even though the words had only served to explain the confusion in Tatter's feelings, jealousy and some doubts still coursed through your body.

If Taeyoung's feelings had been true, then would she and Bada have started a relationship? The answer was clearly no, and you knew it. Bada's relationship and her own words about how she loved Tatter like a sister confirmed it. But still, the insecurity was there.

“Is it true what Bada said?” You didn't return the hug in the first instance, but you couldn't break away either. It had been a long time since Taeyoung had last hugged you, and you missed it. With your arms at your sides, you clenched your fists and laid your cheek on Tatter's shoulder.

“I don't know what Bada said.”

“She said she kissed you." Your voice came out almost in a whisper, and you could feel Tatter hold her breath. “And that your feelings for her had been part of a confusion.”

“I'm sorry.“

“Did you break my stupid heart because you were confused?” At that moment, your eyes filled with tears as Taeyoung placed one of her hands in your hair, pressing your cheek against her shoulder. “Did we ruin our damn relationship over a stupid thing?”

“Forgive me.”

“Why aren't you scolding me for saying too many curses?”

“You can curse me all you want if it means we'll go back to the way we were before.” Her words made you smile, and by inertia, your arms moved to her waist to reciprocate the hug. “It was my fault for letting my eyes look in another direction when I was with you, and it was my fault for thinking those thoughts meant something else, when they weren't even remotely similar to the thoughts I had when I fell in love with you. I'm sorry for making it seem, through my actions, that we weren't meant for each other.

Taeyoung's words hit deep in your heart, and you felt the need to believe her. So you did.

“It's going to cost you a little more than that to fix things.” You pulled away a little, but without breaking the embrace. Taeyoung nodded with a half-smile. Carefully, you brought one of your hands to her cheeks, wiping the wetness on them. ”Please don't doubt your feelings again because I won't be able to bear it again.

“I won't.”

#SoundCloud #street woman fighter 2 #streetwomanfighter #swf2 #team bebe #tatter #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 x reader #bebe tatter x reader #tatter x reader #kim taeyoung

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stargazerlily7210 · 7 months ago

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Things about this episode (Rogue) that I either haven't seen mentioned yet or, just stood out to me (obviously, spoilers under the cut):

The Childur were our Child/Baby/etc. analogue for this episode...they just behaved so childish the entire time. Like, more than a group of rabid fans in cosplay, they felt like a group of children playing dress up.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rogue is the distillation of the Jack/River/etc. character type. But almost more than that, he also fits that pattern of returning part-time companions being introduced in an RTD Era episode penned by another writer(s).

**side note. While I do like Rogue, I'm not head over heels for him like many are. But I also disagree with people who are trying to claim he has no charisma/charm. He is just a type of love interest character that isn't currently in vogue (tall dark and handsome, Mysterious morally grey antihero loner with a harsh/brooding/sullen exterior hiding a heart of gold).

I've seen people celebrating the dance scene. And I've seen people talking about the little things that are playing into the TV Show theory, like the mention of TV signals, the Bridgerton namedrops, the Bridgerton soundtrack style of having classical covers of pop songs, the idea of cosplay/fandom to begin with. But I feel like the *Dramatique* lighting change/staging of the dance scene has to have been just as diogetic as anything else we've seen, and might be the biggest example of it we've gotten yet.

**side note again: The way they did the flashback to Carla reminded me of the flashback to Ruby Road in Space Babies, in that it was a tangible, intrusive flashback that was actively happening to The Doctor, if that makes sense? Not just for our benefit.

#doctor who spoilers #doctor who #dw #lily thinks #rogue

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years ago

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Outside of the fox

Chapter 17 of ???(I've entirely lost track)

4500 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Jin falls into step easily beside the large bear hybrid. He has always thought his legs were gangly and too long for his subspecies, but he is glad to have them now as Namjoon seems to wait for no one, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He shoots medical questions at Jin as if he has a deadline to meet. Somehow Jin finds it oddly charming. So few people show interest in his work and he has few friends to share his time with.

He watches how Namjoon's brow furrows as he tries to remember medical terms to discuss with him. It's endearing. He supplies words for him occasionally but mostly just listens to the man. It's clear that he hasn't had a chance to talk about his medical knowledge in a long time and Jin would be lying if he said he didn't just like listening to the man's deep voice.

Ordinarily, Seokjin would never have accepted an invitation to join a patient for the holiday, it was a horrible blurring of personal and professional lines. But Jungkook insisted, and there was something about that boy that Jin found odd but magnetic all the same. He was more reluctant leading up to the day, he had almost chickened out but they had only left him an address, no number to call, and he couldn't just not turn up.

And now he was beyond glad that he had.

"I'm sorry, you probably don't want to talk about your work this much." Namjoon eventually stops himself, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"It's quite alright, I'm happy to talk about medicine, especially when you seem so interested yourself," Jin says.

"There must be more to you than that, tell me about your hobbies."

"Hobbies?" Jin blinks owlishly.

He hasn't partaken in hobbies since long before medical school, it was difficult to find the time. He had once enjoyed playing tennis, although he was never any good, and he did adore cooking when he got the chance but he wouldn't call it a hobby.

"Yeah, you know.... the things you do for fun?" Namjoon supplies, laughing a little awkwardly.

"Right, yeah... I don't know I don't have a lot of time to myself these days, I always end up watching TV and napping when I'm free."

"Napping can be a hobby, ask Jungkook he seems to have taken it up professionally."

The two men laugh easily together and it feels nice. It's been too long since Jin has had a chance to talk to someone so casually.

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"Stop looking at me like that," Yoongi grumbles at his companion.

"Like what Sugar?" Taehyung batts his eyelashes innocently.

"Like you've known me longer than 76 hours."

"But I have... I've known exactly the type of man you are since I read that first note you sent me in Y/N's lunch."

Taehyung brushes his arm against Yoongi, swaying deliberately into the man. A blush creeps across the jackal's face but it's hidden well by the red covering his nose from the cold evening air.

"Come on Yoongi, you even scented that note. It was subtle but I smelled it, and you... I've been hooked since." Taehyung confesses.

Yoongi doesn't have a response. Because he did scent the note and to this day he has no idea why. It's oddly intimate for a stranger, he had told himself it was just for Y/N's lunch, but he wasn't really scenting her then either.

"If you think we can't court because I don't know you well enough, tell me more." Taehyung prompts, any teasing was now gone from his tone.

"I don't know what to tell you about me but I'm already courting two people. And before now I've never courted deliberately in my life."

"Then what's one more," Taehyung says

He makes a good point.

"Fine but we are taking this very slowly, like agonisingly," Yoongi replies.

Everything after fine seems to fall on deaf ears as Taehyung's smile hits 1 million watts.

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"So Jungkook...." Hoseok starts awkwardly.

His gaze is focused down on his trainers as he kicks a pebble along with them on their walk. He has never had one on one time with the youngest and now seemed like a weird time to start. He liked the rabbit, it was difficult not to, he inspired protective instincts in the most docile of people, but he wasn't sure they had anything in common at all. Other than maybe their affection for Yoongi, that doesn't seem like a lucrative topic.

"What game were you playing earlier?" He asks, knowing that video games are a safe space.

And yet, Jungkook's cheeks go bright red anyway. His ears droop a little and Hobi worries that all progress they had made in the last few weeks has been destroyed by that innocent question.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me... What do you want to talk about." He tries to backtrack.

"No...I, I want to talk about it. I've been dying to talk about it, but it's embarrassing." Jungkook confesses.

Hoseok's interest is piqued. Of all the descriptors for games embarrassing is not one he would use often.

"You can tell me, no judgement here. Never ever judgement." He tries to put the bunny at ease.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and gets a very serious look on his face.

"Have you ever heard of otome games?"

It might be the most fluent Jungkook has ever been as he talks Hoseok through the world of interactive romantic novels. He has never seen the bunny so excited to just talk with someone. He lets Jungkook monologue at him and finds himself quite invested in the world that Jungkook is explaining. A world where you have multiple love interests vying for your attention, all while you get to go on some kind of exciting adventure sounds like a great way to waste a few hours. Although he supposes the multiple love interests isn't really a thing of fiction to him now.

He turns back around to gaze at you a little longingly only to find you and Jimin have fallen behind.

He can see your outlines in the dimming light, how close together you are. He watches as Jimin's arms snake around your waist and his stomach twists with misplaced jealousy.

He isn't proud of what he did next.

"Are you guys coming?" He yells.

He watches as you jump away from Jimin a little and he can hear Jungkook snicker beside him when he realises what was happening.

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You make it back to the house shortly after your kiss, turns out you were only a few roads over.

You sit on the garden furniture and wrap a blanket around yourself tightly. Jimin fetches the desert you had abandoned earlier, serving each of you a slice of cake as Namjoon and Yoongi head up the hill to ignite the bonfire.

Jimin feeds forkfuls to Jungkook as they cuddle together under one of the blankets. Taehyung attempts the same with you and you roll your eyes but take the bite anyway. It's deliciously decadent. Taehyung pouts when you don't offer him your own fork in return.

"You realise we are just trading the same desert back and forth right?" You point out.

"It's about the romance of it Y/N, live in the fantasy a little will you?" He scolds.

You shake your head at him. You take the smallest bite possible onto your fork and present it to him. He takes the fork between his teeth in a way that is clearly meant to be seductive. He bites down and scrapes all of the dessert from the utensil and grins at you when he is done.

You can see the smoke beginning to build up the hill and Yoongi's figure appears beckoning you all to join them. You each gather as many blankets as you can carry and walk together until you can see Namjoon and Yoongi wrapped up in each other's embrace watching the embers begin to consume the wood that had been prepared earlier.

Jimin points to a spot a safe distance away from the fire and you all follow him there, laying out the thickest blankets on the floor to protect you from the cold ground. You all sit in a line, passing blankets along the line and snuggling close to keep the cool wind from getting through the gaps. The warmth emanating from the bonfire has you reaching out your hands towards it, everyone else following suit as they try to regain feeling in their fingertips.

"This is delightful." Jin comments.

The doctor is sat carefully on the edge of the blanket, leaning slightly away from the group, although Namjoon has draped a blanket to connect the two of them together.

"Is this what you guys do for the rest of the night?" Taehyung asks, staring directly into the flames.

The fire reflects prettily in his eyes, making the dark brown look more like whisky.

"Oh no, we do this for about 3o minutes until Yoongi grumbles about being bored and cold, then we get alcohol and start writing wishes down to through into the fire." Jimin supplies. "We can start early tonight if you like?"

"If you want me to get drunk in time then we should get going." Hoseok nods.

Jimin takes Taehyung's hand and pulls him up with him to go and fetch supplies from the house and the rest of you continue to watch how the fire consumes the discarded items that had been placed into it.

The pair don't take too long, coming back with two boxes. One containing red solo cups, fruit, and mixers. The other contains four different liquors and some writing equipment along with a clipboard for each of you. You each grab a cup, pouring a little more alcohol than you probably should for a first drink and a clipboard. You choose a couple of glittery gel pens and make yourself comfortable back in your spot on the blanket waiting for everyone else.

Namjoon stands in front of all of you with his cup raised to the sky.

"A few rules to begin." He starts, met with groans from those of you sitting down. "First, no one steps over the barrier of safe distance regardless of how drunk you get. "

He points to the bricks surrounding the fire, a barrier placed about 3 metres around the fire.

"If we can't go near the fire how to we burn the wishes?" You ask, but are meet with shushes from Yoongi and Jungkook.

"Second, You need to finish at least one drink before you even think about writing down a wish."

Everyone nods and takes a sip.

"Third, you can't make anyone share their wish."

You glance at Jimin to find him already looking at you sheepishly.

"And finally don't think too hard, anything you want can be a wish. With that let's have a toast. To the past and to the future, come what may, let us be together. TO US!"

"TO US!" You chorus and take a long sip of your drinks.

"When everyone has finished their wishes we will put them into the fire together." He gestures to a wooden box at the corner of the barrier that you hadn't noticed.

Namjoon presses play on a speaker and music covers the sound of the crackling fire.

You let the alcohol burn your throat as you rush to finish your first drink, it appears the others do the same as they all reach for more alcohol to top up their cups. Hoseok holds out a bottle to you and you present your cup to him. He pours recklessly, leaving even less room for your mixer than the last drink. The look in his eye is positively devilish when he finally pulls the bottle away.

You try not to think about it too hard as you turn your attention to your empty clipboard. It finally occurs to you that you have no idea what you want to write. A lot of your wishes from when you left your old life behind have come true.

You have a job of your own.

You have friends of your own.

You know what freedom tastes like.

You glance around to see what everyone else is writing but most of them have their boards covered like overprotective nerds in an exam. You can see that Jungkook is changing pen colours for almost every word and that Namjoon seems to be writing a novel with a fountain pen, both are so different, yet very them. Jimin and Taehyung haven't even started theirs, the clipboards forgotten as Taehyung free-pours vodka into Jimin's awaiting mouth, not stopping until a little dribbles out of the corner. Taehyung uses his index finger to swipe up the wasted alcohol and put it into his own mouth.

Yoongi has already finished his, folding it neatly and posting it into the box before neatly returning his pen and clipboard. Hoseok seems as stuck as you, chewing the lid of the pen past the point of no return. And Seokjin is writing slowly, thinking a little then writing a little.

You turn your attention to the blank page and pick up the purple glitter pen. Instead of writing words, you doodle in the corners creating intricate patterns and using other colours to fill in the blank spaces. Eventually, you've drawn so much aimlessly that you only have space to write one wish. You contemplate going for another piece of paper but this feels right.

Everyone else has posted their wishes into the box and they are standing around drinking and talking or dancing together. You still can't think of anything you want that these men haven't already helped you to get. So you write down the very thing you told Jimin you would.

You take ahold of the purple glitter pan again, almost out of ink, and write down.

*I wish all of their wishes come true*

You waste time folding the paper into a little boat before standing up to add it to everyone else's.

"Right is that everyone?" Namjoon asks, clearly having been watching you.

The group nods and he takes the box from your hands before throwing it directly into the bonfire, landing ceremoniously at the top. The fire licks at the new fuel. Flashes of pink and purple flames mix in with the orange before the whole chest is encompassed in colourful flames.

The newcomers and yourself all stare in wonder as the rainbow of colours appears around your wishes as they burn.

"Namjoon's such showoff," Yoongi says, "Covers the box in powders like potassium and lithium chloride to put on a show. The sap says it makes things more magical." The cynicalness of his comment is evidently a front as his eyes never leave the flame.

"It's so pretty," Jungkook says, eyes wide.

You remember then that this is his first year experiencing the bonfire too, he has only ever heard stories until this point and clearly, the others had wanted to keep this as a little surprise.

The colourful display doesn't last too long and the box becomes an unrecognisable mess among the already charred remains.

"What now?" Jin asks, glancing away from the fire to look at the others.

"Now we drink, talk, dance. Whatever you normally do at a party I guess." Jimin shrugs.

Again you find yourselves sectioning off into groups. Hoseok drags Yoongi to dance with him. Jimin and Taehyung return to the bottle of vodka that they've been sharing between them all evening. And Namjoon finds Jungkook, pulling the bunny into his arms and kissing his nose, talking about something you can't hear.

"Interesting group of guys," Jin says, sidling up next to you.

You turn to face him, properly. He smells a little like the brandy he has been sipping on for the last hour. You've noticed he is only on his second drink. Immediately slowing down after completing the first rule of the night. Perhaps you should've followed his lead as your head swirls from drink number four.

"You think they are weird..." You point out.

"I do." He confirms "But in a very charming way. They are a very quirky bunch, but I can see why it's so easy to get sucked into their energy like you have."

You don't answer him, you take another sip of your drink instead prolonging the silence. Each of the boys is very individual but now, even with Taehyung being added in, it just makes sense to you. Even having Jin there has felt oddly right throughout the day. Everyone has a partner, but with an interchangeability that feels easy, it seems like it would be even weirder to tell an almost stranger that you think he fits in than it would be to remain silent.

"Don't take it the wrong way. I have enjoyed every moment of today. If two of them hadn't been my patients I might even pursue a friendship with each of you." His eyes land on Namjoon and Jungkook and his eyes glaze over in thought.

"You could still be friends with them. It's not like they came to you with intimate issues. If it's an issue of ethics I don't think any boundaries would be crossed." You muse.

This time he takes a long sip of his drink, looking like he has a million things he wants to say but none of them will reach his tongue. You let the silence stretch, watching the others for a little while allowing Jin time to think.

"I might think about it. Talking to Namjoon today was a wonderful change of pace to my non-existent social life. I do however hold some concerns about Jungkook..." He trails off as if unsure of how much he can say.

"Are they about his anxiety? Because I think I might have the same concerns as you." You admit.

"They are, but as a medical professional, I don't know enough about the man. And as an acquaintance, it is well out of my jurisdiction to even suggest anything about the condition." He says.

"Yeah... I've wanted to say something but it doesn't seem like my place, and they seem pretty certain they have it handled.

The conversation veers off after that and the two of you continue people-watching.

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Hoseok doesn't really give Yoongi a choice as he swings the jackal around with him in time to the music playing. And Yoongi's sure he wouldn't want it any other way. He lets the human twirl and dip him, laughing as Hoseok leans in close to kiss him. The song changes to something much slower and he finds himself wrapped in Hobi's embrace, barely an inch between them.

"Are you enjoying your solstice puppy"

Yoongi grimaces at the joking nickname Hoseok had decided to give him. He pushes away from him in protest, but it's halfhearted and he remains firmly in Hoseok's grasp.

"I was." He sighs dramatically, before giggling. "Are you Jagi?"

"Very much so. It's nice having such a big group to celebrate with."

The two glance around at the others.

"Do you want to tell me your wish?" Yoongi asks.

"I thought Namjoon said you weren't allowed to ask?" Hoseok raises an eyebrow.

"We are allowed to ask, we just aren't allowed to push." He shrugs "If you don't want to tell me you don't have to."

"It's a good job I want to tell you then isn't it." Hobi's voice is teasing. "I wished to do this again next year, exactly the same way as this year... well almost exactly the same."

"Oh yeah? What do you want to change, maybe it's something we can make happen tonight?" Yoongi sounds concerned thinking he'd missed something.

Hoseok reaches out to smooth the wrinkle that had appeared between the older man's brow.

"I think it would be a bit ambitious to hope to be romancing more of our members than just you tonight." He shrugs

"Oh really? I reckon any one of them would happily fall to their knees for you if you asked. Who is your eye on?" Yoongi asks.

He turns Hobi in his arms, holding him around the waist so their hips grind together. They spin together looking at all of their friends in turn.

"Is it Namjoon? His lips feel so nice against your skin, they are so pillowy. Or is it Jiminie? Have you been picturing his pretty little hands ghosting over your skin? Or have you dared to think of our forbidden little fox? I bet she would sound really beautiful if you bit her lip just a little." Yoongi whispers suggestively into Hoseok's ear.

"Is it bad if I say I want them all?" Hoseok answers, leaning his head back onto Yoongi's shoulder. "I'll even take the doc if he is an option... Have you seen his shoulders?" Hobi practically moans.

"I don't know about the doctor I'm afraid, although if Kookie has his way he might become a permanent feature. Have you seen the way the poor bunny looks at the man? And Kookie gets what Kookie wants."

"And don't get me started on Y/N, did you see her and Jimin earlier?" Hobi asks, standing up straighter so he can look at Yoongi's face properly.

"I didn't? why?" Yoongi released the other from his hold, the flirty tone gone as it's replaced with intrigue.

"He finally made his move, and kissed her while we were walking earlier."

The two of them get a little too excited about the prospect of what this could mean.

"Here I was worried when I scented her the other day. She flinched so far away I thought I'd spooked her for good."

"Well, that seems a little dramatic."

"Okay maybe it wasn't that bad, but it felt bad." Yoongi pouts.

"Looks like she is coming around, maybe she was just surprised," Hoseok says leaning in to kiss the frown away.

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"Down the hatch Jiminie," Taehyung says.

He holds Jimin's chin in place with his finger and thumb as he pours yet another shot down the red-heads throat. The little panda takes it like a champ swallowing the entire shot easily. Taehyung wipes away the excess from his lip. He can't resist the plush feeling against his thumb. He doesn't expect the way that Jimin takes the opportunity to suck his finger, finishing off the last drip of alcohol.

He can't really control himself when he leans in to kiss the other man. It's a sloppy drunken kiss but it feels perfect in the moment.

Maybe Taehyung had always intended for Y/N to be his next kiss but this felt right. Something about Jimin was too interesting, too alluring, too sweet.

They don't pull back until Taehyung's lungs are burning for a proper breath.

"I'm..m sorry." Jimin hiccups, but his smile suggests he is anything but.

"You are so pretty," Taehyung says before diving in for one more kiss.

This time it's slower, a little more chaste, and ends a lot quicker.

"This wasn't how my slow and charming courting plan was supposed to go..." Taehyung says.

He takes Jimin's hand in his and starts to draw little patterns on the skin.

"I have slow with Y/N, this is much more satisfying..." Jimin admits.

"Oh good, because I would hate if we decided to slow down after that. I don't think I ever want to stop touching you now."

"I you really want to touch me then we should go and dance." Jimin winks.

He pulls away from Taehyung and runs across the hill to where Hoseok and Yoongi are dancing together. Taehyung laughs and follows him gladly.

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"How was your first solstice, my love," Namjoon asks as he pulls Jungkook to him.

"The colours were so cool hyung," Jungkook says as he nestles into Namjoon's chest. "I've had so much fun today."

"What were your favourite parts?"

"There are so many." Jungkook thinks for a minute. "Opening presents was fun."

"Is that it?" Namjoon laughs.

"Of course not. The food was delicious, I liked talking to Hoseok on our walk, seeing Jimin finally kiss Y/N, The pretty colours, right now in your arms. So many things." The bunny says, each item running into the other.

Jungkook speaks so fast that he almost misses what Jungkook is really telling him.

"Wait?" His brain takes a moment to process the information it's been given. "Jimin kissed Y/N?"

"Yeah... during the walk, did you not see them. They didn't really try to hide it." Jungkook takes a step back from Namjoon.

"I didn't, no... guess I was too invested in what Jin had been talking about."

Jungkook looked a whole other kind of excited at the realisation that Namjoon had been so wrapped up in Jin that he hadn't been paying obsessive attention to the pack as he might usually have done. The bear so rarely lets himself relax it's nice to know he got to take a break today. It also suggests he could be forming a friendship with the doctor meaning Jungkook could see him more...

"Well they did, Hobi and I saw it. I don't think it lasted long. Hoseok seemed concerned they were falling behind so he called out to them."

"Yeah, I bet that was the reason." Namjoon shakes his head. Humans are so easily jealous. "But if that's true and Jimin has finally made his move that means the rest of us can maybe start to take our relationship with Y/N in a more romantic direction."

Jungkook thinks about it a little. He has been perfectly happy with the friendship he has been building with the fox. It felt nice to cuddle with her and be close but he wasn't sure if he wanted more from their relationship, he wasn't prepared to let another person in that could leave him, especially when they knew so little about the life you had come from. He still wasn't particularly happy about the others persuing you romantically.

Namjoon on the other hand has too many thoughts going through his head. Thoughts about how he can blur lines in your relationship in ways you would feel comfortable with but would definitely feel more romantic than friendly. Ever since he had kept you warm at the supermarket, your scent had lingered in his mind and he was constantly looking for reasonable reasons to touch you, but they rarely seemed to appear organically.

"Let's not think too hard on it tonight Hyung. I feel like I haven't had you to myself all day." Jungkook whines a little.

"Okay, love. Do you want to talk about something? Or do you just want me to hold you?"

"How about we dance?" The younger man asks.

As he takes Namjoon to walk towards the speaker, Jimin runs in front of them closely tailed by Taehyung.

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It isn't long until the others summon you and Jin to join them and the eight of you dance until the fire is almost dead and the sun is appearing over the horizon, leaving the following day a complete write-off.

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wheelscomedyandmore · 3 months ago

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The Creator Of 'Knight Rider' Used This Bonkers Peterbilt Truck In A 1980s TV Show

If you're a fan of unique and unconventional vehicles, then you'll be thrilled to hear about a peculiar semi truck currently making waves on Craigslist. This 1982 Peterbilt truck was originally built for a 1980s TV show that blended elements of Knight Rider with a touch of Mad Max. Despite the short-lived nature of the show, titled "The Highwayman," which only ran for nine episodes and a pilot, the incredible custom big rigs from the series have managed to survive. And now, one of them can be yours.

The story behind this extraordinary truck, and its even more extraordinary companion (which we'll delve into shortly), takes us back to the mid-1980s. During this time, television shows featuring high-tech vehicles like Knight Rider and Airwolf were enjoying immense popularity. In 1987, Knight Rider creator Glen Larson teamed up with director Douglas Heyes to bring forth "The Highwayman." Described as a fusion of Knight Rider and Mad Max, the show revolves around the "Highwayman" who roams a dystopian reality, solving crimes and unraveling mysteries in his truck. Among the show's notable features were its collection of cool trucks, and this particular Peterbilt stands out among them.

The crime-fighting heroes, known as the "Highwaymen," operated out of massive futuristic semi-tractors. The primary truck, driven by the lead character Highwayman portrayed by Sam Jones, started its life as a 1980 Kenworth cabover with a Detroit Diesel 8V92T engine. Although it bears resemblance to one of Luigi Colani's eccentric creations, it is, in fact, a unique creation of its own.

According to Hemmings, the truck underwent an impressive $287,000 conversion performed by Jon Ward Motor Sports of Alpine, Texas, to transform it into its on-screen form. The conversion process involved attaching a portion of an Aérospatiale Gazelle helicopter to the front of the truck, resulting in its distinct appearance.

The resulting truck is a sight to behold. Its unconventional design, blending elements of a classic semi truck with futuristic modifications, captures the essence of the show's dystopian setting. This remarkable piece of television history offers a rare opportunity for collectors and enthusiasts to own a tangible piece of the "Highwayman" series.

As it sits on Craigslist, this 1982 Peterbilt serves as a testament to the creative genius and audacity of the minds behind '80s television shows. It symbolizes the era when imagination ran wild, and the blending of genres led to captivating on-screen experiences. Whether you're a fan of Knight Rider, Mad Max, or simply appreciate the allure of unconventional vehicles, this unique Peterbilt truck holds an undeniable charm that is bound to leave a lasting impression.

So, if you've ever dreamed of cruising the highways in a vehicle that blurs the line between fiction and reality, don't miss this opportunity. Own a piece of television history, and let the spirit of the "Highwayman" live on through this extraordinary Peterbilt truck.

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elipheleh · 10 months ago

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mary & george feature in tv & satellite magazine. airs in the uk on tuesday (5th) at 9pm on sky atlantic & sky showcase. boxset will be available on sky boxsets/NOW.

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Hollywood star Julianne Moore adopts her best English accent this week when she plays Mary Villiers, a mother-of-four determined to secure her family's future, in Sky's seven-part drama Mary & George.

When she learns that King James (Tony Curran) is in a sexual relationship with his adviser, the Earl of Somerset (Laurie Davidson), Mary realises she could gain considerable power and influence if her son George (Nicholas Galitzine) becomes the King's new favourite.

'Mary is from a kind of middling aristocratic family,’ explains Moore, 'She's living in less-than-ideal circumstances, looking for a way to educate her children and keep herself alive. The only way she's really able to do that is through her relationships with powerful men.’

After sending George to France to learn refinement, Mary endeavours to get him noticed - and King James is soon enamoured with the handsome young man.

'At the beginning, the relationship is very transactional for George’, explains Galitzine, 29. 'I don't think he develops feelings for James until a few months, perhaps years, into the relationship. George definitely has something to gain, but the love is very much real between them.'

Although the King is aware of the power games being played around him, he finds it refreshing that George comes from outside the usual circles of the royal court.

‘James is comfortable when hes in the company of his lovers - he wants to forget about being a king,’ says Curran, 54. ‘He wants that distraction of feeling safe with another person, as opposed to lords and politicians constantly grabbing at him, wanting him to make decisions about affairs of state.’

OUTRAGEOUS TRUESTORY

The series is based on the nonfiction book The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley, and Moore was drawn to the project by the way Mary seemed ahead of her time.

‘There was something outrageous and direct about her’, says Moore, who won a Best Actress Oscar in 2015 for her role as an early onset Alzheimer's patient in Still Alice. 'She seemed to have her own desire for power and agency in a situation where she might possibly have none. It's interesting what she achieved at a time when women couldn't even own property.’

The cast also includes Trine Dyrholm as Queen Anne of Denmark, Niamh Algar as Mary's confidante, prostitute Sandie, and Nicola Walker as the Queen's lady-in-waiting Lady Hatton.

Mary & George's salty language and revealing sex scenes may surprise some viewers, but the stars believe it reflects the earthy instincts of its characters as they grapple for power.

"The sensuality in the show isn't crass in any way, says Curran. 'It was certainly interesting for me. I'd ask the producers, "What am I wearing today?" and theyd reply, “Your birthday suit, pal!"’

'It's not a typical period drama because of the licence it takes with behaviours and sexuality,’ agrees Moore. 'It's beautiful and opulent and a wildly entertaining romp through history.’

Who’s Who (top right of image)

Mary Villiers

Julianne Moore

The deeply ambitious mother lives on her wits and wants to create a lasting legacy for her family.

George Villiers

Nicholas Galitzine

Mary's second son gains new-found confidence and charm after an educational visit to France.

King James

Tony Curran

The first joint ruler of Scotland and England, the King is seldom seen without an entourage of male companions.

Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset

Laurie Davidson

The King's current favourite is determined to stop George from usurping him.

Queen Anne of Denmark

Trine Dynolm

The Queen would prefer her husband's favourite to be someone she can control.

Sandie

Niamh Algar

Mary's confidante is a prostitute in a high-end brothel, making her privy to the secrets of the rich and powerful.

#nicholas galitzine #nick galitzine #tony curran #julianne moore #mary and george #mary & george #not rwrb #elio’s #alt text added #and the full text is in the post #didnt get all the words because i couldn’t work out where to put all the image captions #but generally got most of it #george villiers #idk why the quality is so bad rip

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mydaddywiki · 10 months ago

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Malachy McCourt

Physique: Stout Build Height: 5'8" (1.73 m)

Malachy Gerard McCourt (September 20, 1931 – March 11, 2024; aged 92) was an American-Irish actor, writer and politician. McCourt appeared in several films and soap operas, including The Molly Maguires, Brewster's Millions, and Another World. He also wrote three memoirs, describing his life in Ireland and in the United States. McCourt was the 2006 Green Party candidate for governor of New York. He was the younger brother of author Frank McCourt.

In his youth, he was tall, husky with strapping good looks, overflowing charm and entertaining gift of gab. I’ve long admired McCourt as a teller of tall tales, salty jokes and personal anecdotes of growing up poor in Limerick, Ireland and later moving to New York. When I'm reading about the many women he had sex with, I always got an erection with his colorful descriptions.

Born in Brooklyn and raised in Limerick, Ireland, McCourt returned to the United States in 1952 and worked as a longshoreman, dishwasher, and laborer. Soon after, he became an actor, then established the first singles bar in America. He then began a tumultuous radio career in 1970 on WNYC, WMCA and WBAI. McCourt acted on stage, on television and in several movies, including The Brink's Job, Q, Tales from the Darkside, The January Man, Beyond the Pale, and Ash Wednesday. He appeared on several New York City-based soap operas: Another World, Ryan's Hope, Search for Tomorrow, and One Life to Live.

According to his first memoir, McCourt was a bit of a whore. And I love that. In the 2000s, when I discovered him. Malachy at this time was in his late sixties, still healthy but tending toward portly. He was big-shouldered and broad-bellied, though age had diminished his physical dominance. but I’d still like to image attending a lecture of his so I can go and sit near him. Possibly, deliberately, accidentally, trip and fall over so that my face lands in his crotch. I find it best to be subtle like that.

He died at Lenox Hill Hospital on March 11, 2024, at the age of 92. In addition to wife Diana, McCourt is survived by a daughter from his first marriage, Siobhán McCourt; a son from that marriage, Malachy Jr.; two sons from his second marriage, Conor and Cormac; a stepdaughter, Nina Galin; nine grandchildren; and one great-grandson. Malachy and Diana McCourt had lived in the same apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan for 59 years.

Known For: The Other Guys (2010) After.Life (2009) Righteous Kill (2008) - Showed his ass crack. Oz (TV Series) - Dead Man Talking (2003) - Shirtless, body being washed. The Devil's Own (1997) Q: The Winged Serpent (1982)

Books Death Need Not Be Fatal with Brian McDonald (2017) Bush Lies in State (2004) History of Ireland (2004) The Claddagh Ring: Ireland's Cherished Symbol Of Friendship, Loyalty And Love (2003) Danny Boy: The Legend of the Beloved Irish Ballad (2003) Voices of Ireland: Classic Writings of a Rich and Rare Land (2002) Singing My Him Song (2000) A Monk Swimming: A Memoir (1998) Through Irish Eyes: A Visual Companion to Angela McCourt's Ireland (1998)

#Malachy McCourt #mydaddywiki actors #mydaddywiki authors

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riddle-me-ri · 1 year ago

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a/n: PHEW okay so here's one of two 4k commissions I was working on. And it's for my very amazing friend @mischievous-marchie (tagging the NSFW blog because this is so NSFW lmao) Marchie, thank you so much for supporting my writing and trusting me with your main man Jervis, and all his variations. I hope I did your sweet idea justice and thanks so much again for supporting me by commissioning me. It means the world. And I hope everyone else gets to enjoy it too.

*Also reader is referred to as the March Hare cause Alice is overrated, The Hare was always my favorite and...yeah it's its for March lol

Content Warning: explicit sexual content, masturbation, sex toy, mutual masturbation, unprotected sexual intercourse (gn so no specific genitalia mentioned), caught in the act, and making out.

Word Count: 4.5 k

General Mad Hatter x Reader - Call Out My Name

Your fingers drummed along the hardback cover of a novel you were trying to read. Soon the tapping of your fingers migrated to your foot on the floor.

You groaned in frustration.

You grew restless with boredom.

Even the white noise of some random show that played on TV began to become silencing…just an echo of how lonely and dim it was when he wasn’t around.

You sighed, finally surrendering and putting the book down on the coffee table.

Why did Jervis have to be in Arkham?

You knew why, because if one of you was to get caught by Batman… Jervis ensured it was only going to be him every time. Jervis always made sure you had an escape, even if you didn’t know he had one for you.

“Arkham is no place for lovely people, my dear.” He explained once in a moment of lucidity. “I take it as a chance to reconvene my thoughts and even get to visit old friends.” He chuckled before he continued. “So don’t worry about me, dear…Although don’t forget about me either…please.”

Your heart panged the same way it did the day he told you that. He didn’t have to worry about you ever forgetting him.

You could never forget about the man you have loved and continue to love feverishly since day one.

If he only knew, sometimes you wished he would just miraculously figure it out. Then maybe, just maybe, he would be compelled to reveal his feelings…if he had any for you that is.

It felt like he did anyhow, the way he’d protect you from Batman, how he always somehow made time to see you or include you in everything.

You two have been companions for quite awhile. Jervis has always been charming, kind, and fun. He always made you smile, even on days when you didn’t feel like rolling out of bed.

You tried your best to always be there for him.

During his highs and lows, his madness and his lucidity, for everything. In turn, Jervis is always there for you when you need him in any capacity (except when he was locked up, which he always felt guilty for leaving you.)

You two were inseparable.

The Mad Hatter and The March Hare at the Mad Tea Party–only missing a sleepy Dormouse.

Yes, a strong, loyal relationship was formed, but if only it could transition from platonic to romantic…

Of course, it didn’t help that he is exquisitely handsome in the most unconventional way that was endearing to you.

Jervis’ wide bright eyes, cute elongated buck teeth, raggedy hair, and his obtuse nose that you desperately wanted to kiss.

You sighed as you sunk yourself deeper into the couch, no doubt creating a uniquely shaped dent in the cushions from lounging there all day.

You really did miss him. All of this reminiscing probably doesn’t help either. You just couldn’t help it, just forming his image in your mind made you happier.

Perhaps…this imagining could help in another area and maybe you can salvage the boring day and turn it into a fun night.

For a moment, you were grateful that Jervis wasn’t around…

The cushions of the couch sunk against your weight as you laid back and made yourself comfortable.

You took a deep breath as your head nestled into the plush arm rest. You slowly rolled up the long graphic tee you wore, exposing your lower body.

It had been a minute since you ventured into the realms of self love in the most physical sense, but you were certain the awkwardness of the start would be well worth the pleasure in the aftermath.

Your breath hitched as your fingers fell into a decent rhythm stimulating your sex. Every nerve ending on every pore of your skin was ignited.

You decide to finally take it up a notch.

You reluctantly removed your hand to reach for the toy on the side table behind your head. You snatched up the dark blue bullet vibrator and turned it on to a low setting.

Your body jerked slightly at the vibrating sensations as you glided the toy over your chest and down your abdomen. The smooth material made you wish it was something else.

Instead of the cool smooth mechanical texture…it was rough, soft, and warm.

Instead of your hand controlling a toy, it was someone else’s hand, better yet, Jervis’ gloved fingers.

Desperately, you wished it was Jervis that stimulated your body.

It was his warm diligent hands roaming across your skin causing goosebumps to form. His hands that created delicious friction that you craved.

As the vibrator made its way closer to your sex, the setting was turned up higher and your moans became louder and more drawn out.

The vibrations added with the continued pace of your other hand on your genitals. You were a withering mess on the couch.

Your eyes tightly closed, trying like crazy to suspend reality and envision it was Jervis doing this to you.

Your moans soon turned into pants and cries. “J-Jervis…Jervis!”

As you were chasing that sweet release, as if your imaginations manifested him…

Jervis Tetch was actually a free man and was making his way to your apartment.

Jervis was absolutely beaming with excitement. Adrenaline was still pumping in his veins from his narrow escape from Arkham.

The moment he was out, he knew he had to come see you and let you know he was free! The only person that would actually be waiting for him on the other side…

He just couldn’t wait to surprise you.

Jervis missed you terribly. No one else understood him, appreciated him…genuinely liked him like you do. To say you made his heart race would be an understatement. However, he was extremely cautious and uncertain.

As much as he wanted to sweep you off your feet, hold you, kiss you…he didn’t want to risk the chance of losing you–as he has lost others.

Jervis wasn’t sure he could handle losing you in any capacity.

Hence why he always did his best to protect you when things got dodgy. Despite your stubbornness to stay by his side…something he juxtapositionally adored and lamented about you.

His gloved knuckles barely racked along your door when he heard–

“J-Jervis! Jervis!”

Jervis’ heart fell to his stomach. The adrenaline from his escape rose back up out of sheer panic for you. He quickly grabbed the doorknob and was stantly met with resistance from the locked handle.

Seeing no other option, he began backing away and braced himself with his side as he ran shoulder first into your door–

You were so lost in your motions and the fantasy in your mind that you didn’t register the reality of your doorknob being rattled.

You were none the wiser to another presence until he made himself known by busting down your door.

The loud bang of the door hitting your wall woke you up from your pleasurable reverie.

Quickly, you sat up, hastily lowering your shirt back down and threw a blanket over your lower half for good measure.

You were petrified and frustrated.

“J-Jervis?” You let out in a small almost mousy voice, as you finally took in who the intruder was.

Jervis was looking around wildly, expecting some type of altercation to be happening, but quickly came to the realization nothing was awry.

In fact, you were alone, on your couch…nothing entirely out of place.

“Um…well..this is quite a predicament.” He chuckled sheepishly, as he lifted his hat to scratch at the side of his head.

You gulped down a mouthful of air as you tried to regulate your heartbeat. You began silently praying to whoever could hear that he wouldn’t put two and two together of what you were doing.

“Jervis,” you began, still trying to calm your nerves that were currently in a tailspin at the moment. “I-W-What are you–how…why did you break in?”

Your mind struggled to think of just one question, but that one seemed the most pressing. Usually, when Jervis came over he always knocked or he somehow let you know ahead of time that he was coming over.

“I-I heard you screaming my name…” He stretched his arms out exasperatedly. “I-I thought something was happening to you! It sounded all the same”

Whatever redness coalesced from your earlier activities quickly drained from your face.

“Ah…well…something was happening but nothing–bad…” You slowly began covering yourself up more with the blanket. Secretly wishing it would make you disappear.

“Yes, that much is obvious…so tell me, my dear. What was all the ruckus?”

“Um, well…I was..uh…”

“And what is that?” He interjected. Jervis pointed to a small rounded device on the ground that was still buzzing on the floor.

Jervis walked over towards where the object laid. He almost grabbed it until you grabbed his wrist.

“It’s nothing! I’ll get it! Oh sh-”

“Hare! Langua-oh…”

In your panicked leap for the toy, Jervis saw your state of dress or more like the lack thereof.

You couldn’t help but take note of how cute he looked when his face began blushing at the cheeks.

Even though yours was most likely as red as his is.

You instantly turned the toy off once it was in your grip.

As if seeing the vibrator in your hands was the final piece to the puzzle, Jervis was able to slowly put the puzzle of events together.

You were alone, on your couch, in nothing but a shirt, your skin was tinted red…you screamed his name…but not in danger or pain…

Jervis may be whimsical and mad most of the time, but he wasn’t ignorant.

You sighed as you saw him come to the conclusion of what happened. Somewhere deep down you were grateful you didn’t have to spell it out.

“I’m sorry.”

“I apologize-”

You both looked up at each other after apologizing at the same time.

“I-I didn’t mean to make you panic.” You continued, rubbing your arm.

“I didn’t mean to…ahem…ruin your fun?” He nervously chuckled as he played with his hat brim.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him softly. “I appreciate your concern.”

Jervis nodded. Of course he was concerned, he was always concerned for your safety.

“Yet…the question remains…why did you cry my name?”

Jervis had an idea why. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t guilty of the same act, but he just needed you to confirm it.

You looked away coyishly, biting your lip to keep from just dumping your emotions mixed with your explanations on him.

Jervis gulped. He really wished you didn’t do that. Although it did complete this exquisite vision of you just now.

Your hair a ruffled mess, your body gorgeously silhouetted by your shirt that only came to be just about your mid-thigh…all complimented with a cute lip bite.

You sighed. “I…I was…uh…thinking of you…while I had fun.”

Jervis took a small but sharp intake of breath. You were actually going to say it.

“Really?”

You nodded before looking away, not being able to look at him. Assuming he wanted a further explanation after a beat of silence, you continued.

“I-I’ve cared…I mean. I’ve always…” You groaned in frustration.

After taking another deep breath to reset your thoughts. You tried once more, “yes really…I’ve had feelings for you for a while and I…when you’re in Arkham…I, for a lack of better words…really miss you.”

Jervis hung onto every word like it was the last life line connecting him to the ship out in the middle of the ocean.

It was happening…it was really truly happening. Someone he loved…actually loved him back!

Jervis slowly walked over closer to where he was right in front of you. He gently curled his index finger around your chin and directed your head down to look at him.

His eyes stared softly into yours. “I missed you too, my dear.”

The sincere look he gave you, lidded eyes and a soft smile made your heart swell.

“I suppose it comes as no surprise that I, too, have had feelings for you arise.” His eyes shifted slightly, still unsure if he reciprocated correctly.

Your eyes widened, heart thumped against your chest.

All embarrassment was dissolved into surprise.

You reached to touch his hand that still propped your chin and your smile widened when you felt his fingers laced together between your own.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying…I’m very surprised but super happy all the same.” You giggled as your hand tightened around his.

Jervis chuckled warmly as he turned his hand so the back of your hand faced him. He gently pressed his chapped lips against your hand before smiling up at you.

"My dear, Hare, you know my way, I always mean what I say."

You were ecstatic, your body unable to keep still. To finally have everything laid out in the open. To know the one you've cherished for so long returns the sentiment.

"You do! You always do! Oh, Jervis!" You quickly slid your hand out from his grip but only to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into an excited embrace.

Jervis became nervous again. He wanted to return the hug desperately, but he wasn't sure how to keep himself composed when he actually got to feel what little you wore.

Hesitantly, to not upset you, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. You were so soft and warm, he tried to refrain his fingers from tugging away at the flimsy obnoxious cotton that still covered you.

You slowly brought your head back and looked back down at him. Your eyes coyly darting between his eyes and his lips. You were stuck in limbo once more, should you ask first or just go for it?

Thankfully, despite Jervis' own dilemma, he was able to catch onto yours. As if silently asking if it's what you want, he slowly brought his face closer to yours.

You gasped softly, not missing the crucial hint. You closed your eyes, slowly leaned forward, and your lips gently pressed against Jervis’.

The kiss was so soft, sweet, and even innocent in that hesitant uncertain first kiss kind of way, but it felt so right and it capsulated all your emotions in one simple gesture.

You’ve dreamt of this moment for so long. Always thought if it were to happen it would be this way or that way. However, now that it happened, every made-up scenario and sensation paled in comparison to the real thing.

Jervis was the first to slowly pull back. You couldn’t help the tiny snickers you made at the sight of him softly panting for air and his pink dusted cheeks.

Jervis perked an eyebrow at you curiously.

You shook your head, not wanting him to think he did something wrong. “Sorry, you’re just…so cute.” Your hands came up from behind his back to frame his face.

Jervis practically melted at your touch. Your touch heated his face up even more, but he didn’t mind one bit. To be touched so tenderly, and lovingly by the only person he cared about…nothing could possibly come close to the sensation.

He craved more of your touch and kiss. He yearned for your affection as the Knave of Hearts (allegedly) yearned the tarts.

Jervis couldn’t even think of a response to your compliment as he swiftly crashed his lips back into yours.

You were shocked but not displeased as you quickly kissed him back with just as much fervor.

Jervis’ breath hitched when he felt you slightly poke your tongue along the edge of his protruding tooth and his lips. He didn’t hesitate to grant you entrance to his mouth.

Your kiss became more heated as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. Jervis began exploring more of your body, slowly building confidence to feed his desire to touch more of your skin and hopefully please you.

His hands raked and grasped around your waist and hips. As well as up and down your back.

So close to that same feeling you were trying to mimic earlier in your mind.

Your kiss was broken once more, albeit simultaneously as you both fell onto the couch when your knees bent against the cushion at the sudden impact. Jervis’ own hat fell off his head but safely landed on the coffee table in front of you.

The cheesy silly predicament caused you to snicker.

Jervis hummed warmly before he slowly rose himself off of you by his hands that were on both sides of your head.

“Still enjoying yourself, I see.” He chuckled lowly.

The deep drop in his voice caused a shiver to go down your spine.

It was then you took in the truly compromising position you were in…your fantasy from earlier was slowly playing out right before your eyes.

You’ll be damned if you let it slip away.

“Yep, much more so now with you actually here.” You smiled sweetly.

“Whatever you sought in your fantasy.” He began.

Jervis leaned up to kiss your forehead. “I’d be more than happy to make a reality.”

A kiss on your cheek before looking into your eyes in earnest. “If you’ll let me.”

Any confirmation you think you could say didn’t feel strong enough, so you just leaned in to kiss him once more.

It was all the confirmation Jervis needed as he leaned into your kiss. It was all the motivation he needed as he brought his body back down to try and get closer to you.

Your back arched slightly when you felt his hands slowly crawl up your body and under your shirt.

Jervis slowly retracted his lips from yours. Only a small trail of saliva kept you two connected.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt before looking up at you, silently asking if he could remove it.

You nodded so quickly your head almost rolled off.

The moment you were free from the flimsy cotton shirt, Jervis was quick to appreciate the exposure to your body as he began kneading the skin of your chest and abdomen.

He tucked his head in between your neck and shoulder as he began leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

“J-Jervis…” you sighed breathlessly.

Jervis’ body tensed at your voice. He brought his head back up to face you.

He gulped. “P-Please…do that again, just the same…want you to call out my name.”

You nodded, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face. “I will, just as long as you don’t stop.”

To that Jervis grinned a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. He gave your forehead another peck. “My darling, March Hare, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing…I wouldn’t dare.”

Jervis briefly sat up and rested on his haunches as he began shucking away his suit jacket.

Already missing his close proximity, you quickly sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck while he tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but quickly gave up in exchange for holding you.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, still deliriously delighted to have someone love him like this. As you began returning the favor with your own kisses to his neck and chest, he continued to make quick work of his trousers.

To have Jervis here with you almost as bare as you were, overwhelmed you in the best of ways.

No longer did you have to ponder what he looked like under his clothes or how he would feel against you.

He was there in reality. All there and all yours.

Jervis’ cock was hard and occasionally hit his stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief once it was free from its confines.

He gasped shortly when you lightly traced your fingers up his dick. You turned your head to look at him to make sure this was okay.

Jervis nodded before leaning in to kiss you again. A kiss that said “I love you” and “I trust you.”

You felt the sharp intake of air through Jervis’ nose as you slowly wrapped your hand around his cock and began slowly stroking it. His gloved hands dug into the folds of your body, as if trying to keep himself grounded.

Soon you felt his hand travel further down your body. Not wanting to leave his precious March Hare out, he began trying to copy the same rhythm you were going at to your own sex.

This caused you to pull back from his lips, as you began panting into the crook of his neck.

Fantasizing be damned, this was so much better than anything you could imagine or what that toy could replicate.

Yet, you wanted–needed so much more. After years of pining for Jervis, to finally have him here with you in the most passionate way imaginable. How could you not want everything? Every little bit of him he has to offer?

“Jervis–mmh…Jervis..” You moaned. Trying to form a sentence but got caught off guard by his sped up pace.

“N-Need you…please…now.” You managed to pant out.

Jervis gulped, slowing down his movements which you did too. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” You almost whined. “Please…Jervis..”

Another shudder overtook Jervis’ body. His heart beating relentlessly against his ribcage. Jervis knows madness, but has never known a madness as passionate and pleasurable as this.

Jervis gently leaned his body against yours to slowly have you lay back down on your back with him hovering above you once again.

He brought one of his hands to his mouth and bit down on the tip of the finger sleeve of the glove, before peeling it off his hand.

As sad as you were to see the gloves go, seeing the way he bit down on the finger of the glove made you swoon.

Once his hand was free from the glove, he reached down to your core and gathered what wetness was there before proceeding to slowly push his finger into your entrance.

Despite the fun you had earlier, you were still fairly tight as you winced at his finger entering you fully.

Jervis stared at you intently, looking for any signs of discomfort and hopefully he could see signs of pleasure.

He slowly added another finger as he continued his steady pace inside you.

You appreciated the effort he went to make sure you wouldn't be uncomfortable. However, you think you were about to scream if you didn't actually have him.

You gently put your hand on his arm and squeezed. "I'm ready, Jervis…please…I need you."

Jervis doesn't think he will ever get over hearing you say that and hearing you pleading for him.

He slowly brought his fingers out and maneuvered himself to where he could line himself up to your hole.

Jervis leaned over you again with hooded eyelids before kissing you. As he kissed you, he gently pushed himself inside of you.

You both took a sharp breath between your lips at the intrusion. Jervis began peppering soft kisses all along your face, jaw, and neck. Anything to ease any sort of pain you were feeling.

You softly muttered to him you were okay and that he could start moving.

Jervis seemed unsure at the moment, but took it in stride as he slowly pulled himself out and equally as slowly pushed back in. Every time it got easier and more pleasing.

Your moans continued to egg him on, but not nearly as much as when you moaned his name.

"Jervis…mhh..Jervis!"

It made him thrust faster, kiss you harder, and squeeze your skin tighter. Soon you began crying out his name similarly to how you sounded earlier when he thought you were in danger.

He hoped that this was far better than whatever fantasy you had playing in your mind.

If he had asked you that, you would have reassured that he was far better than what you imagined.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck to keep his lips near yours. Your hands either clung to his hair or the thin dress shirt he still wore.

Your throat began to burn from your moans and hot pants but you didn't care. It was well worth the deep burning sensation in your gut that continued to get hotter and tighter.

"Jervis…Jerv-mmm-I-I'm close.." You managed to announce in between your sounds of continuous pleasure.

Jervis nodded, all words in the English language being lost on him at that moment. He was close too, his ball tightening every time you squeezed around him or cried out his name.

His focus was solely on you though as he began thrusting faster than before, pulling out just enough to keep the head of his dick in before thrusting back in.

It knocked the air out of you, but you didn't care. It made your legs tingle and had you see stars.

Soon the tingles in your legs soon overtook your whole body as your nerves became ignited from the delicious release from the burning tension finally boiling over inside you.

You cried out his name when you arched your hips up from your shaking legs. Your entrance tightened that much more around Jervis' cock causing him to finally come unwound inside you with an audible groan.

Jervis reluctantly pulled out of you before collapsing on top of your body. His head nestled in your chest as he tried to catch his breath.

You tried to do the same, completely at a loss for words at the moment. You brought your hand up to comb through his unruly hair, finally living out another fantasy of yours.

You lowered your head and kissed the top of his head before whispering. "That was amazing, better than any fantasy."

Jervis chuckled, but deep down he was ecstatic, he just didn't have the energy to entirely act on it.

It meant so much to know he could please you, because loving you pleased him.

He lifted his head up briefly to look at you with pure adoration in his eyes. "It was my pleasure, darling." He scooted a little forward so his lips could reach yours.

When you two broke apart your heart swelled up at the soft look he gave you. It almost felt silly to say it, the way he looked at you made it clear he felt it too, but your heart was so full you swore you were about to combust.

"I love you, Jervis." You said softly as if speaking it too loudly could break the tender moment.

Jervis' smile widened as his bright eyes softly glazed over and his eyelids got more heavy. "And I love you, my dear Hare."

You two slowly slipped into a tender slumber. Likely going to wake up sore from the nightly activities and sleeping on the couch, but it wouldn't matter.

All that mattered now was that you two had each other in a way you both desired for a long time.

All those wondrous daydreams, desires, and fantasies were finally part of your wonderful reality.

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