#daily ramos

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daily ramos 🩵

smiley boy. credit to @circle-with-me <3

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ballertober dag 4! two menaces wow

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Stop.

Stop it.

(CW for partial nudity(?), depictions of depression, a gun, and just general mental distress down below vv))

Plus another one!

ugh i still love these two So much but man😭 theyre So old i shoulda posted em when my girlfriend said to fr

Ricky (oc by @/akemima) is here! the lore for these two is Insane

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Paola Ramos - “Defectors,” Latino Voters & VP Debate Reactions | The Daily Show

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I managed to archive many reposts from Natalie / Samantha Rupnow’s TikTok account (targetedbloodsport) before it was taken down at the end of December, and I finally brought myself to write a little summary of things about her that I found there.

(I didn’t mean to idolize her by writing this, just thought that digging into her daily internet life could be interesting + I was a little annoyed with amount of misinformations on social media regarding her case)

Ideologically: anti-liberal, right-wing, white supremacist, pro-Trump, anti-refugees and similar stuff. I didn’t see anything that would indicate her being a radical feminist, or even feminist at all. Quite the contrary, she rather mocked them. + I believe that I don’t need to really emphasize it here, but since many people, e.g. on Twitter, still believe in it: she also WASN’T trans (nor support them in any form), there’s lots of her childhood photos proving it.

Reposted a lot of tiktoks about love for nature, videos with cute animals etc. (one of the main themes on her profile), as well as about eco-terrorism.

Also reposted a lot of stuff regarding love for her boyfriend and being happy with him despite the distance. She wasn’t a femcel, although clearly had an interest in Elliot Rodger.

Shooters/other killers that she was a fan of/was interested in: Vladislav Roslyakov (+ mentioned in her manifesto), Pekka-Eric Auvinen (+ mentioned in her manifesto), Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold (+ both mentioned in her manifesto), Elliot Rodger, Brenton Tarrant (e.g. reposted AI minions version of his shooting), Anders Breivik, Payton Gendron, Dylann Roof, Patrick Crusius (+ mentioned in her manifesto), Alexandre Bissonnette, Ted Kaczynski, Luigi Mangione, Guilherme Taucci Monteiro (+ mentioned in her manifesto), and Luiz Henrique de Castro, Cho Seung-hui, Timur Bekmansurov, Vyacheslav Zinchenko, Colt Gray, Varg Vikernes. Also: Arda Küçükyetim (mentioned in her manifesto), Anton Lundin Pettersson (posted edit of him on Twitter - Postalbrained account), Adam Lanza (called herself a „Sandy Hook Truth finder and writer” in one of her tweets - Rotten_Rc account), Mikhail Pivnev (Twitter pfp - Postalbrained account), Daniil Zasorin (Discord pfp), Alina Afanaskina (liked a post about her on Tumblr), Dmitry Vinogradov (mocked a guy who didn’t know him, Twitter - Rotten_Rc account), Jeffrey Dahmer (created Spotify playlist themed around him on September 2022, shortly after the Netflix series - so far her earliest found connection to true crime). She didn't like Audrey Hale (reposted tiktok about cops who killed her), Nikolas Cruz (made fun of him on Tumblr) and Salvador Ramos (called him a huge fag on Twitter - Rotten_Rc account).

Music that she listened to: KMFDM (obviously; also all related stuff like MDFMK or discography of Tim Skold), Alex G, TV Girl, Nirvana, Blod Besvimelse, Crystal Castles, Frank Sinatra, ABBA, musical The Phantom of the Opera, Gioacchino Rossini (specifically reposted about William Tell Overture), Rokiczanka (song „W moim ogródecku”). Also, from her Spotify and Volf.fm: Mindless Self Indulgence, Radiohead, Deftones, System Of a Down, Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, Korn, Misfits, Queen, The Smiths, Marilyn Manson, Fried By Fluoride, dj trippie flameboy, Goreshit, Kitty Gore, Memo Boy, Rory in early 20s, Columbine Carcass, BONES (including album „TeenWitch”), Sematary, Tanin Jazz, Katya Sambuca (song „Клан”), Joost, Melanie Martinez, IC3PEAK, She Wants Revenge, MGMT, The Smashing Pumpkins, Gorillaz, Slipknot, Eminem, Kate Bush, Nick Cave, Chemlab, Acumen Nation, Sister Machine Gun, Made Of Pain, Killing Joke, Decalius, Nightmare At Hanging Rock (including song „Columbine”), grandson, salvia palth, BRN1NG BRA1N SOUND INDUSTRIES, 4ut1st, heelflip, Kroka Koka, German Error Message, Alan Aztec, Tyler The Creator, The Neighbourhood, Lana Del Rey, Sufjan Stevens, Lady Gaga, Mitski, Billie Eilish, Grimes, Ayesha Erotica, Ski Aggu, The Living Tombstone, Andreas Rönnberg, Ensemble Vanya + Liliana Bush & Daria Scherbak (their „Russian Cyberfolk Song”), soundtrack from the game NEEDY STREAMER OVERLOAD.

Movies/shows that she liked: Donnie Darko, Dead Poets Society, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Evangelion, Puella Magi Madoka Magica (had the main character on her pfp), Fight Club (both videos that she uploaded there herself were related to that film, with Tyler Durden / Narrator's monologue about insomnia, and song „Where Is My Mind?” by Pixies), Taxi Driver, Joker (though didn’t like the second movie), American Psycho, A Clockwork Orange, Zero Hour (episode about Columbine), Zero Day, Elephant, Klass, Duck! The Carbine High Massacre, The Dirties, Dexter, The Boys (mainly Homelander), Inglourious Basterds (mainly Hans Landa), Breaking Bad, Terrifier, Creep, The Shining, All Quiet on the Western Front, Kill Bill (repost about Gogo Yubari), Saw, Lucky Star, Arcane, Titanic, The Notebook, 500 Days of Summer, Mysterious Skin, Suicide Room, Lilja 4-ever. + was a fan of Ryan Gosling. Also liked Tumblr posts about the movie Lisa Frankenstein and J.D. from Heathers.

Games that she played: Postal (+ wrote a positive review on Steam about it) Manhunt, Half-Life, Left 4 Dead, Bloodborne, Silent Hill, Minecraft, Doki Doki Literature Club. Also Roblox, Genshin Impact (she streamed herself playing it on Twitch approx. 5 months prior to the attack) and (from her Xboxgamertag account): DOOM, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Fortnite.

Many of her reposts were centered around Russia and Poland (about their memes, history, military or „aesthetic” + also shared a tiktok showing them dividing the territory of Ukraine), as well as other European countries like Germany, Serbia, Finland, Sweden or Norway. As an additional info, her Duolingo account shows that she was learning German and Russian.

Reposted tiktoks about novels of Kafka and Dostoevsky.

Reposted tiktoks about Russian neo-nazi Dmitry Borovikov.

Reposted tiktoks about Gleb Korablev and Ukrainian suicide duo Vika & Vova.

Reposted tiktoks about GypsyCrusader.

Reposted tiktoks about looksmaxxing.

Reposted tiktoks about hating school, hating popular girls/popular kids in general, „feeling like a burden to everyone”, witnessing parents arguing with each other etc.

Bonus: reposted tiktok about hating TCC girls that are making edits of school shooters to KMFDM songs. Didn’t age too well.

The marked things are the ones that were most likely to be her favorites (e.g. movies that she reposted the most tiktoks about, perpetrators that were the most ideologically similar to her etc.)

I couldn’t add more than 30 screenshots at one time, so I’ll maybe make another post for them. UPDATE: part 2.

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SPOILERS for "Fulgrim - The Perfect Son"

You were warned - Spoilers ahaed!

Okay, so it finally has happened. Pigs are flying, dogs are walking backwards and I am admitting that I'd rather read a Fulgrim-novel written by Graham McNeill than this one.

But to get to this point ... let me take the long route!

First - imagine a novel about a Primarch. Let's say Guilliman, because the Ultramarines are the example for everything. Let's say he returns. (Bear with me, I am not talking about how it actually happened for him!) And it is not explained at all, why he's back. What's his motivation. How? Don't ask stupid questions! Anyways. He's back. Now, what about his Legion? What about Calgar? Sicarius? His Librarius? Well, never mind, they don't matter, because (galaxy brain moment here!) - they don't exist! Instead they are replaced with a cast of new characters you never heard of before, but you are supposed to take as "have always been his favourites". And those characters are as generic as they come. Absolutely bland. Plus, Guilliman isn't even there most of the time. Also, apparently the Emperor is no longer a factor for anything.

That's the setting Jude Reid throws at the reader, just with Emperor's Children.

Okay. Okay. I can live with new characters. But maybe at least tie them with the rich history of the third? With all its glory and trauma? Harmony? Canticle City? The Phoenix Conclave? Anything? No?

Well. Then give them a gratious amount of Sex, Drugs and Rock'nRoll, because that's what they do in 40k? No? A bit? So Noise Marines aren't Slaanesh's sledgehammers any longer? Maybe remember how cool Eidolon and his Kakophonii screamed that White Scars ship to rubble or how Ramos tore down the Medean Gate on Luna? No? And the drugs are just some kind of better stims now? Like the stuff Lance Armstrong takes on a daily basis?

Well. Okay. No History, none of the cool guys ... maybe some Dark Prince-fuckery? No? Oh. The word "Slaanesh" is two times in the whole book and it's with sorcery, not normal EC or Fulgrim? And Dark Prince or She Who Thrirsts ... ah, nevermind. So, no Youngest God at all.

Well, Fulgrim is the mightiest servant of Slaanesh and he's the title character of the novel, so it's okay. Enough slaaneshi shenanigans for everyone! No? Fulgrim is there for about 5% of the novel and we never get his POV? Oh. Okay. Well.

Yes, I am disappointed. After Marc Collins gave us the great new Eidolon novel, I had high hopes Games Workshop wanting to bring out the coolness in the third Legion again.

But instead we got the most generic Chaos (not really) stuff ever. You could replace everybody with Red Corsairs and Fulgrim with the Tyrant and nobody would notice any difference.

And now I am back to the beginning. Why McNeill's EC may be horrible but way better than Reid's.

Because they are over the top. Because they are the superlative of extra. Because they are divas. Because they are trying to be cool AF. Because they are mean fuckers.

Reid's EC are what I always thought I wanted (my Midas-moment, if you will): Swordsmen. Duelists. But it turns out, that it is possible to fall to Slaanesh and hate excess (yes, Tamaris, the main char, is very offended by excess). Damn, girl! Take a page out of Ian StMartin's book and look up what excessive swordsmanship does for Lucius!

So, taking everything slaaneshi from the EC didn't do them any good. Apparently they are now Chaos Undivided, swear by "Gods" instead of their chosen patron God and such. Much generic. Wow. Sacrificing like they are the Word Bearers we have at home.

The ideal solution would be a mix of both: McNeill's extra queerness (because Reid's chars are giving off the most cis-het vibes I ever got from anything Warhammer! Even the Chaos Sorcerer reminiscing fucking Fulgrim is as sterilised as possible. I bet Reddit-Warhammer loves this book, because none of them pesky gays and their sexytimes!) and excessiveness and Reid letting them keep their beauty and dignity. It's very telling that the most erotic moment of the book is the main character kissing the guy he just killed.

Because that's the GREAT plus of this book. Finally! Beautiful Emperor's Children! Beautiful Fulgrim! Plaese, give me more of this! And they are (mostly) honourable! Awww, yiss! Yes, Reid is falling back into the way too familiar "uglyness and betrayal"-trope soon enough, but an effort was made.

But that's not enough to work as saving grace.

The novel is very clearly what @paniwarhamauser called "saturday morning cartoons to sell toys", because every buyable unit is mentioned and described very clearly.

But what this book is lacking, is a soul. An understanding for the EC's (and Fulgrim's - but the Phoenician barely features in the novel, so I will leave him out on this) unique tragedy, drama, history and power.

I am glad we got the great "Auric Hammer"-book (please let Marc Collins write more for EC! He gets them! Raging Eidolon gives me life!). And we still have Josh Reynold's superb Fulgrim-novel. But this new one is not for me.

I mean, we EC-fans have a lot of great novels and stories, compared to other Legions (poor Raven Guard for example). So I really shouldn't complain.

Well, rant over, I am calm and collected again and will continue reading the pleasant Alpha Legion-stuff I have left for the Fulgrim novel (may contain traces of Fulgrim). 😁

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Drifting

Pairing: Will Ramos x reader Word Count: 5.9k Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If you feel some type of way about it please please just don’t read <3 Warnings: 18+ SMUT; MDNI; Porn with plot; car sex; unprotected sex (be safe guys!); p in v ; fingering (female receiving); soft dom Will; slight dumbification; dirty talk; praise kink; slight fluff; There is one problem with this app and it’s the enraging lack of Will Ramos content! I can’t get this man out of my head so I decided that if I can't read about him, then I'll have to write. This is my first time writing so please keep that in mind. English is also not my first language. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Hope it’s not too bad! Enjoy!

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Pretty. How could somebody be that pretty? Were the first thoughts that crossed his mind when he first laid eyes on you.

After a month of touring, he was finally able to return to the raceway, excited to let go of all of the tension and stress the tour had caused him. It was his way of escaping the stress of his daily life, somewhere he could release all his built-up tension and feel the rush of adrenaline push all of his concerns away. That was until he saw you for the first time that day.

He pulled up and parked his car next in the row of the dozen other vehicles already parked there, side by side, all facing the raceway. He could hear the chatter and laughter of the people chilling around the cars as well as the muffled sound of music blasting out of some car’s speakers. He opened the door and got out, being greeted by what had by now become his closest friends. He was already feeling so much better being back home, surrounded by the familiar smell of tar and burnt plastic that filled the air as the wheels of the car that was currently drifting through the course left marks at every sharp curve.

While waiting for their turn on the track, the rest of the attendants watched the show while drinking, listening to music and chatting. The relaxed vibe of the gatherings as well as his outgoing personality made it so he had no problem befriending every single regular attendee of the raceway. It was truly his place of refuge, a safe zone, somewhere he could allow his always busy mind to let go of any worry and give in to the rush of adrenaline. Until he saw you.

When his eyes met yours he froze in place for a second. He took in your form, long hair draping over your shoulders that were exposed by your strapless black top. Your face looked surreal to him, makeup done to perfection and pretty lips reflecting the sunset light thanks to your pink gloss. Your hips tightly hugged by the jean shorts you were wearing as you sat on the hood of your pink lambo with your friend. God what a view.

He made his way down the different smaller groups of people, stopping from time to time to chit chat and answer questions about how the tour went. He couldn’t help but still glances at your direction as he subconsciously kept his answers shorter than usual just to speed up the process, hoping to finally reach your car.

Finally he turned towards you, getting slightly lightheaded at how much more beautiful you looked up close. Your friend was closest to the side of the car next to which Will was standing now and you watched on as they said hi to one another and talked briefly. After what feels like an eternity, your friend looks at you and places a hand on your thigh.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” She said signaling towards the man as he stood there with a kind smile and his hands in his pockets. You definitely remembered that name, as during the past three weeks since you joined the group all they would talk about was him. Will this, Will that. Everybody had a story to tell about him. So by the time his red car pulled up and you heard the people around you talk about how he was finally back your eyes were fixed on that red door, ready to see who the famous Will was.

Your mouth fell slightly open as you watched him get out of his car. Pretty, you thought. What a pretty smile. He began enthusiastically saying hi to everybody as you were stuck in a trance looking at him. Black jeans and a black hoodie shouldn’t look that good on somebody. A silver chain and his pink curls peeking out of his black cap broke the monochromatic outfit. His sleeves were slightly pulled up, letting you admire his tatted arms and hands. His handsome face was framed perfectly by the tattoos that ran up his neck and his sharp jawline perfectly complimented by a frame of ink.

You felt your breath quickening the closer he got to your car until he was finally in front of you, speaking happily to your friend. You could tell he was just as friendly and outgoing as your new friends had described, an aura of confidence and kindness oozing out of him.

“This is Will. I told you about him, remember?” You nod in response with a slight smile, lifting your hand to wave hello to the man whose pretty brown eyes are now on you. “This is Y/N” your friend said. “She’s been coming to the track for a couple weeks now”.

“Nice to meet you” Will extended his hand to you and you shook it briefly, trying to ignore the electricity running down your spine as his warm skin made contact with yours.

“Nice to meet you too! I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice finally being able to put a face to the name after three weeks” You said, causing him to laugh lightly while he ran his hand through the back of his neck.

“Oh is that so? Only good things I hope” He replied getting a small giggle from you as you shook your head.

“Sadly only terrible things I am afraid” You joked, getting a quiet ‘I see…’ from him as he smiled even more brightly.

“This your car?” He asked, pointing at the pink lambo you and your friend were using as a seat in that moment. You nodded your head yes.

“Yes, this is my baby” You lightly pet the hood of the car as if it were a sleeping cat smiling up at him as your friend got up to get herself another drink.

“Oh I see. She is a beauty that’s for sure” He said giving a look at your car only to return his eyes to yours, making your legs shake slightly.

“May I?” He asked pointing at the now free space on the hood next to you.

“Of course” you signaled with your hands and he leaned back, resting his weight on the hood of the car without sitting on it. His arms were now crossed as were his legs and he looked relaxed as he looked back and forth between the track and you. You had never met somebody who made people so comfortable just by being around them. The smell of his perfume mixed in your lungs with the smell of burnt plastic coming from the track.

“Are you also waiting on your turn?” He asked, signaling towards the track with his chin.

“Oh god no! I am not a fan of curves actually. I just enjoy coming here to hang out.” You said, resting your hands on the hood behind you.

“Oh okay. Why the Lamborghini then if I may ask?”

“I like to race” You replied, his eyebrows raising slightly in shock.

“Oh wow that is awesome! I guess I owe you an apology for assuming you were wasting a lambo on boring stuff” He said, face filled with genuine interest in your answer. He was so full of life that his energy was contagious.

“I have to admit I am slightly offended Will” you said, his name leaving your lips for the first time.

“I guess I’ll have to make it up to you somehow” He said as he shifted his weight back to his feet, no longer leaning on to your car. “But I think I have to head down now, it should be my turn on the track soon. It was nice meeting you!” He said with a smile as he walked to his car and got in closing the door.

From that moment on, his mind became inundated with thoughts of you. When would he get to see you next? Would you be there next time he went to the track? Would you be wearing those shorts again? Will sighed in frustration as he made his way to the track again, no longer able to disconnect his busy thoughts on the way there, but instead rushing through all possible scenarios that could unfold if he were to see you there again this time.

For the past few weeks, this had been a struggle for him. Always hoping he would bump into you again at the tracks, praying for any opportunity to talk to you. Not only were you beautiful but you were also incredibly cool to hang out with and that only made Will's fixation on you stronger.

You were more than happy anytime the human golden retriever approached you to start small talk or just to chill together as you watched the race. Within the next few meetups, you realized that not only was he the most outgoing person you had ever met, but also a complete flirt. The way he would joke with you and tease you just to get you to blush slightly at his banter made your heart do summersaults inside your chest. Was he like this with the other girls too? Did he also look at them with heavy eyelids as he took as sip of his drink?

Despite the slight sting of jealousy, you were almost certain that he was just like this with you. Why? Because you had carefully analyzed every interaction he had with the rest of the group throughout the last hangouts. You had to. You needed to know if he looked at them the way he looked at you. If he took as close attention to what they said as he did with every word that came out of your mouth. You had become consumed by the possibilities, feeling a growing chemistry between both of you but too much of a coward to ask him directly.

I mean he was irresistible, and he knew it. He had to know. How couldn’t he? He was clearly a confident guy and he had good reason to be. Not only was he incredibly attractive but funny and caring too. He was the whole package and you felt greedy for thinking you might have a chance at having him. Did he feel the connection too? Were you making it all up in your head? These questions rushed through your head everyday as the weeks went by.

Even now, your thoughts consumed you as you sped down the highway in your car. Usually the feeling of the breeze on your hair and the pull of the speed was enough to empty your head of any thoughts. But you couldn’t shake Will off your head.

And there you were again at the track as you had been almost every other day for the past few weeks. You were hugging your knees, sitting on the hood of your car watching the sun set over the track. The slight sound of Will resting his weight on your car snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with a smile.

“Are you not going on the track today?” you asked, as he hadn’t had his turn on the raceway yet.

“I am I am!” he replied “I was just maybe wondering if you’d like to hop in and join me this time” he said, eyebrows raised, pretty brown eyes pleading for you to say yes.

“What?! Me?! Down there?! Are you insane Ramos?!” you replied, eyes widened. You had talked about it in the past, about you being scared of the spinning and turning.

“I promise it is not as bad as you imagine it. It’s actually pretty fun. Why do you think all of us do it?” He asked, one eyebrow raised at you. “Come on, I could teach you how to drift. If you do it yourself it will be less scary. I promise”

The promise of being closer to him and spending some time alone even if it was inside his car made you swallow your fears. You closed your eyes, sighing, convincing yourself that it would be okay.

“Fine. Let’s do it” You said as you got down from the hood. He gave you a shit-eating grin as you finally gave in to his pleas at which you rolled your eyes with a slight laugh.

He walked you to his car, eyeing your figure as he walked two steps behind you. Your black mini dress hugged your curves perfectly and he couldn’t help but wonder how high it would ride up your thighs if he were to bend you over the hood of his car. God how pretty you would look.

He opened the passenger door for you and you thanked him as you sat down. His masculine smell now surrounding you, you closed your eyes letting the scent fill your lungs as he sat next to you in the driver seat. He turned the ignition on and drove the car down to the track.

“Okay are you ready? I promise I will start slow” He said, looking at you waiting for your okay. He was incredibly happy you trusted him enough to even agree to try this so he wanted to make sure.

“It’s not the speed I am scared of Will, it’s the spinning like a washing machine on tumble part.” You said, your tone slightly shaking as you were quite nervous. Your breaths were intentionally slow to try to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t tell what was making it race more, the slight fear you were feeling, or Will’s pretty tattooed hands buckling your seatbelt for you. He was so close; you could feel his warm breath on your skin. Your eyes wondered for a second to his lips. You could swear you saw his smile get wider at this. Did he see? Luckily, he leaned back, returning to his seat before he could see your face turn red.

“I promise it will be fine. Okay? You can trust me, you know?” He said, his deep brown eyes looking into yours. You felt as if he could see your entire being, even those parts of you that you tried to hide most. But with him, it felt natural. You sighed and shook your head.

“You need to stop looking at me like that Will”

“Why? Is it working?” He asked, his expression turning slightly cocky as he called you out. You blushed, choosing to ignore his flirtatiousness for your own sanity.

“I know I can trust you. Now go before I change my mind” You said, both hands holding onto your seatbelt softly looking for any kind of security this act could bring you.

Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed as you looked ahead at the road, face filled with a mix of determination and slight unsureness. He wanted to kiss your furrowed brows so badly. But instead he nodded, putting the car in gear.

You felt the vehicle pick up in speed quickly, a feeling you were more than used to. However, as you saw the curve getting closer as the car sped up, you felt your body tense up. Will placed his hand on your thigh softly giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, to which you nodded inhaling deeply as you were suddenly hit with centripetal force. You felt your body float for a second, almost as if deprived of gravity, your heart rushing and the adrenaline pumping to your veins. You couldn’t help but start laughing at the incredible sensation, feeling like a kid on a rollercoaster.

Hearing you laugh, Will felt relieved. And then he felt happy. Happier than he had felt in a long time, loving how your sweet laughter rang in his ears. He took it as a sign to continue down the track, drifting at every curve, each time with more force. After the last curve, he drifted one last time and slowed down the car to a stop.

You were left laughing and catching your breath at the same time, your pupils dilated and your hair slightly messy. He had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“You wanna try?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. He smiled happily and got out to open the door for you.

He admired your profile as he sat down next to you, this time with you behind the wheel and him as a co-pilot. There was something so erotic about the way you shifted slightly, adjusting yourself to the feeling of the car seat. The way your bare thighs clung slightly to the leader. The way your pretty hands with your manicured nails took hold of the steering wheel experimentally. Pretty nails for a pretty girl, he thought. And God how much prettier they would look wrapped around his cock.

“Okay so what do I do?” your voice snapped him out of his trance.

“Okay it is very simple in theory. All you have to do is steer towards the curve as you approach it and then steer away quickly while shortly stepping on the break.” He explained, looking at you as you nodded at the instructions. “The tricky part is you cannot hesitate. If you do then it becomes dangerous. So I need you to trust yourself okay?” He said.

You nodded again, filled with determination. A part of you wanted to get over your fear and another part of you wanted to make him feel proud of you.

“Good girl. In that case, hit the gas whenever you are ready” The pet name sent shivers down your spine. You shuffled slightly in your seat adjusting for the increasing pressure you felt between your legs. You took a deep breath and began speeding down the track headed for the first curve. As you did you felt his hand on your thigh again, reminding you that he was there with you. You turned into the curve like he had instructed.

“Wait… Now steer away!” You followed his order and felt the car shift under your feet, wheels squeaking against the track loudly. Your body was lifted slightly due to the force, and you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins. You stopped the car smoothly as you came out of the drift, now surrounded by a cloud of burnt plastic, the night was suddenly quiet again as you two were the only ones left on the track. Your chest was busy with your heavy breathing caused by the adrenaline and a smile slowly formed on your lips.

“I did it!” you exclaimed happily, feeling proud of yourself.

“You did! That was incredible” He was just as happy as you were, feeling his heart tug in his chest at your proud smile. He pulled you in for a hug and you closed your eyes upon feeling his warmth. His arms were wrapped around you as he told you how proud he was that you managed to overcome your fear. Your breathing was still quick due to the adrenaline, your mind still racing at the speed of the drifting car. So when he pulled away from the hug slowly, your body acted on its own, pulling the boy towards you by the collar of his hoodie and closing the distance between you again, only this time with your lips crashing against his.

He was quick to kiss you back, although softly and slowly in contrast to your adrenaline-driven hunger. You relaxed into his warm lips, feeling the remaining tension leaving your shoulders. Only butterflies were left now. And you could swear there had to be at least a million of them flying wildly inside your chest.

He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands to hold your cheek softly, rubbing loving circles on the skin with his thumb. You hummed into his mouth, to which he moaned in response daring to bring his tongue to slowly trace your lips. You could feel the temperature rising inside the car as both of your body temperatures increased. You squeezed your knees together feeling the slick that was beginning to pool in your panties.

Will intensified the kiss, leaning closer to you so he could explore your mouth with ease. He let a frustrated groan leave his lips as the seatbelt stopped him from coming as close as he wanted to, so he swiftly unbuckled himself.

Next thing you knew, Will was leaning almost completely over you, part of his weight pressing against you. Without leaving your lips, he reclined the driver's seat, leaving you almost lying down completely with him on top of you.

“God you’re so beautiful. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this” He confessed, breath heavy over your lips as he tried to catch up to the oxygen lost during the exchange. “You look so pretty under me like this” His words went straight to your chore, causing you to press your legs together even more. He closed the space again, kissing you hungrily. You brought your hands to the back of his head, playing with his soft locks as you lost yourself in the kiss as you subconsciously began rocking your hips upwards in search for more contact.

“Fuck” his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to keep his cool in order not to completely lose control. “Want you so bad” He said, his by now hard cock straining painfully against the constraint of his black jeans.

“Want you too. Please” You begged softly only to bring him back into a desperate kiss.

“Are you sure princess?” He asked, starting to leave soft kisses along your jawline. He was holding his weight up on one hand while the other left soft caresses on the hem of your dress on the outer part of your thigh. He was trying so hard to keep his hands to himself until you gave him your full consent.

“Yes… please…” you moaned out, causing his cock to twitch against his pants. Unable to hold himself back any longer he unbuckled your seatbelt. He tapped your legs softly signaling for you to spread your knees, allowing him to fill the space between your legs, his hips now meeting yours. He hissed at the sensation, cursing as he began to rut his clothed cock against your chore.

You looked so beautiful underneath him, cheeks flushed with heat, messy hear splayed out on his car’s seat, your eyelids heavy with lust as you whined for him to continue. “More please… I need you to touch me” you pleaded as you felt his warm lips begin to kiss and suck on your neck slowly.

“What a needy girl…” he looked up at you slightly from the crook of your neck only to leave a small bite that made you gasp. Suddenly his weight was no longer on you, as he distanced himself and sat back down on his seat. You looked at him with confusion, feeling your skin get cold as soon as his body wasn’t on yours.

“Move to the back princess” he explained, pointing towards the back seat with his chin, giving you as much space as possible to move to the back through the gap between the front seats. You sat up and crawled to the back with some difficulty at the tight space.

“Fuck…” you heard him say as you felt one of his big hands grab at your ass as you struggled to move to the back. You finally were able to make it to the back to which he followed, joining you in the back. His eyes met yours, now with a darkened look full of admiration and lust. What a sight you were. Lips slightly swollen from kissing him, dress halfway up your hips, exposing your underwear to him. “God you look so pretty like this… so needy for me”

As quickly as he separated earlier now his weight was back on you as he cornered you against the inside of the back door, one hand behind your neck. He began rutting his hips against yours again, swallowing every pretty moan that left your lips with his. In one swift move he sat up, pulling you along with him and leaving you straddling him.

“Can I take this off princess?” He asked, toying with the hem of your dress. “yes…” As soon as that word left your lips he was pulling the dress over your head as you raised your arms eagerly.

Once the clothing item was somewhere in the floor of the car and no longer hiding your form from him, he took his time to admire you. His eyes looked you up and down slowly. Your pink underwear set was lacy and complimented your skin beautifully. He could simply not believe you were real.

“Such a pretty girl…” He began attacking your neck with wet kisses as his hands explored your body, leaving your skin burning wherever he touched you. He carefully slid you bra straps down your shoulders, his eyes asking for permission to remove the item completely. You nodded, your lips now too busy kissing and licking his pretty neck tattoos, earning you groans from him. He freed your breasts from the constraint of the bra and you let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands on your breasts.

“Shit how can you be so perfect?” He asked, taking one of your nipples between his fingers and massaging it carefully. His touch was demanding but careful, his expert hands knowing exactly where and how to touch to have you pleading more, soft moans of his name leaving your lips.

You hid your face in his neck trying to muffle your moans as you started moving your hips against his clothed erection.

“Let me hear you pretty… There’s no one to hear anyway hmm? I have you all to myself” He said, urging you to stop concealing your moans. Your hands went down to his hoodie, trying to pull it off of him without detaching your lips from his neck.

“I want to see you too” you said, urging him to take it off. He smiled cockily, his hands leaving your hardened nipples to pull at the back of his hoodie, taking it off together with his t-shirt. His defined torso was now exposed to you, silver chain contrasting against the black of the ink that decorated his chest and arms. Your lips parted in a quiet ‘oh god’ as you took the view in. “Fuck you’re so hot… Need you so bad…” “Do you now pretty girl?” he said as he brought you closer to him, one hand at the small of your back, the other at your hips, helping you move against him. He took one of your nipples into your mouth and you moaned loudly at the pleasure. Your hands got lost in his soft locks as you let him get lost in your chest, leaving your nipples so sensitive that the slightly colder air of the car was enough to make you squirm.

The hand on your back snaked around to the front as he began playing with the lace of your panties. He leaned back, wanting to study your expressions as he brought his thumb to rub softly at your clit over the fabric. Your loud moan made his cock twitch painfully.

“Please Will I need more…” you begged, feeling how your eyes began watering at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. The way he looked at you as he teased you and rubbed you slowly made you clench around nothing.

“If my pretty girl asks so nicely how can I say no.” He said, your pulse speeding up at the thought of finally getting what you needed so badly. “But first I need your pretty hands around my cock baby. Need you to show me how good you are. ‘kay?” He lifted your hips enough to fit his hand between your bodies and loosen his belt.

“yes… wanna touch you” you replied, licking your lips at the sound of the buckle of his belt. He slowly pulled his jeans and boxers down, his heavy cock fully hard against his stomach now in full display. You clenched around nothing at the view, mouth watering at the size of him.

“Go on then baby. I need to feel you so badly” he encouraged. Carefully you took his member into your hand, slowly beginning to pump him. He was so long and thick that you had to add your second hand in order to fully wrap him in your hands. The low groan that left his lips made you even wetter than you already were. “That’s it pretty, just like that”.

The praise caused your legs to shake slightly and your hands to squeeze his cock slightly at which he hissed, precum leaking from the swollen tip. He could read you like a book, examining every little clue your body gave him in order to coax more of those pretty moans out of you. “Such a good girl for me”

Your mind was dizzy with lust, beginning to rock your hips against his thigh in search of some form of relieve. He loved seeing how needy you were, how desperate for him to give you what you wanted so badly. He loved how pretty you looked begging him with your eyes to do something, anything to relieve the pressure you felt between your legs.

“Let me take care of you now princess. You’ve been so good… You’ll get everything you want” he said, carefully removing your hands from his dick. In one strong move, he lifted you up slightly and turned you around so that your back was now against his chest. You complained slightly at not being able to see him anymore, to which he pointed towards the rear-view mirror. His member was now resting between your folds, only increasing your desperation to feel him inside.

His hands went back to your breasts, toying with your hard nipples. You moaned, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes. “Uh uh, princess. Eyes open. I want you to see how beautiful you look when you come undone for me” He felt your legs shake at the dirty talk, knowing exactly what buttons to push in order to make you melt against him.

“please… please touch me… please…” you pleaded. He finally gave in, slowly sliding his hand down your body until his hand was covering your panties, feeling the warmth of your chore against him. Slowly, he pushed your panties to the side. You could see yourself in the reflection, now completely exposed. Your eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror and you moaned softly.

Slowly, he began drawing circles on your clit, drawing out a cry from you. “yes.. god… please…” you had turned into putty in his hands at this point. Completely at the mercy of what he gave you.

His fingers traveled further south, the pad of his fingers collecting your wetness around your entrance. “Such a messy girl… Look how wet you are baby” The sounds your body was making due to the wetness were purely pornographic and honestly music to his ears.

All the air left your lungs when you felt two of his fingers slowly stretching you out. You couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way his pretty slender tattooed fingers disappeared into your swollen cunt. His other hand made its way to your neck, applying light pressure to the base of your throat. Your moans were getting louder and louder as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, loving the fucked out look on your face.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“s’too good” you moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure. He increased the speed at which he finger fucked you, slender tips hitting all the right places inside of you.

“Come on pretty, come on my fingers so I can fill you up” that’s all it took to send you over the edge, moaning his name as you shook on his lap. He pumped you through your orgasms while he covered your shoulder in kisses as he praised you for doing so good for him.

“Such a good good girl for me” carefully he turned your face towards the side, connecting your lips together in a hungry yet slow kiss. He then hooked each of your thighs on one of his hands, lifting you up and aligning himself with your swollen entrance. Then, he slowly sunk you down on his cock, stretching you open as he bottomed out. His low groans and moans made the hair at the back of your neck stand up as you cried at the feeling. He filled you up so nicely, hitting every part of you perfectly.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight for me baby. Can barely move you’re gripping me so good” His hot tongue was leaving a wet trail on your neck as he gave you a moment to adjust. Once he felt you clenching around him again, he held your hips in place and slowly slid out almost completely to fuck back into you again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the feeling paired with the image in the mirror of his cock filling you to the brim made your head go foggy.

“s’too much… too big…” you moaned losing control of your body for a while, the stretch of his cock against your walls driving you crazy.

“I know baby... it’s a lot, isn’t it? Just relax into it yeah? I’ve got you” he kissed your shoulder blade sweetly, not wanting you to drift away completely. His sweet reassurance paired with his careful movements brought you back to reality.

“More…” you begged, needing for him to go faster, harder.

“Hmm… are you so dumb from my cock already that you forgot your manners princess?”

“please please please…” you begged gaining a satisfied moan from him.

“That’s a good girl…” without making you wait more he began thrusting up into you faster and deeper, hitting your G spot with every drag of his heavy cock. You felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach as your cunt clenched around him.

He was trying his hardest not to come too early, but the way you felt around him and the image of your pretty body bouncing on him was making it a hard task. He wasn't usually this loud, but he couldn't hold it back. Panting, groaning, moaning, cursing, and borderline growling at how good you were making him feel.

“Is my baby close? Are you going to come?” he asked, feeling your insides tighten around him. His thrusts by now had become so hard that your skin slapped loudly at each contact of his hips. He brought one of his hands to draw circles on your clit and all you could do was let your mouth hang open as you cried, your orgasm approaching you.

“I’m close too, princess” You could feel his thrusts become more erratic by the second “Come on baby, come all over my cock. make a mess all over it”

Screaming his name your orgasm hit you like a truck, thighs twitching as you squeezed his cock impossibly hard. “Fuck baby yes…” he moaned loudly as he reached his orgasm, hot strings of cum filling you up.

He slowly fucked you through your high, leaving soft kisses all over your skin with each heavy drag of his cock against your walls.

Your chests were rising and falling in unison, both struggling to catch your breath. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly. “You okay?” He left soft kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

“Yeah… more than okay..” you replied, a tired smile on your lips. He felt relieved after hearing that, wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

“Let me take you out tomorrow yeah? A nice dinner for my pretty girl” He begged, his heart racing slightly as he waited for your response.

“That sounds good” you smiled. “Maybe we can come back and do some drifting afterward”

God, where had you been his entire life?

[241731bbean]

Daily Dragon Day 2: Ramos the Coatl

We just got power back after a tropical storm, so this is actually the dragon from yesterday! I still have to do today's dragon :p

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daily ramos 🩵

[kal8elle]

Nossa análise sobre o teaser trailer do Superman do James Gunn - parte 2

Our analysis of James Gunn's Superman teaser trailer – Part 2

<< Part 2 >>

Superman entra no prédio do que seria as Industrias Stagg. Conhecida nas HQs como Stagg Enterprises ou Stagg International. Uma empresa multimilionária do ramo farmacêutico e genético.

Superman enters the building of what would be Stagg Industries, known in the comics as Stagg Enterprises or Stagg International. It is a multimillion-dollar company in the pharmaceutical and genetic industries.

Em seguida vemos o Lanterna Verde Guy Gardner, a moça Gavião, Kendra Saunders e o Sr. Incrível.

Next, we see Green Lantern Guy Gardner, Hawkgirl Kendra Saunders, and Mr. Terrific.

Eles estão usando trajes com a logo da LordTech, empresa de pesquisa e desenvolvimento científico, liderada por Maxwell Lord.

They are wearing suits with the LordTech logo, a research and scientific development company led by Maxwell Lord.

Em seguida, vemos um Kaiju atirando fogo contra o Superman.

Next, we see a Kaiju shooting fire at Superman.

Nossa hipótese é de que esse Kaiju ainda seja um bebê, por causa do formato dos olhos dele. E talvez o Superman o leve para a Fortaleza da Solidão em algum momento. Ou talvez ele tenha saído de lá, numa possível invasão a Fortaleza.

Our hypothesis is that this Kaiju might still be a baby, based on the shape of its eyes. Perhaps Superman will take it to the Fortress of Solitude at some point, or maybe it has come from there, in a possible invasion of the Fortress.

Vemos Superman e Lois, no que imagino ser o apartamento dela e ao fundo, uma bola de energia.

We see Superman and Lois, in what we imagine to be her apartment, with an energy ball in the background.

Lois e Clark, se pegando na cozinha. Reparem que ela está com a mesma roupa de quando esteve no Planeta Diário.

Lois and Clark are making out in the kitchen. Notice that she is wearing the same outfit as when she was at the Daily Planet.

Em seguida, vemos Superman no que parece ser o interior da Fortaleza da Solidão. Ele parece lamentar por um robô que está destruído ou agonizando.

Next, we see Superman inside what appears to be the Fortress of Solitude. He seems to be mourning a robot that is either destroyed or in agony.

Várias HQs mostram que o Superman tem robôs auxiliares na Fortaleza. O mais famoso deles é o Kelex que é uma espécie de assistente pessoal.

Many comics show that Superman has auxiliary robots in the Fortress of Solitude. The most famous of them is Kelex, who serves as a kind of personal assistant.

Então vemos a Fortaleza emergindo.

Then, we see the Fortress emerging.

Depois, vemos o Metamorfo, que nas HQs tem ligação com as Industrias Stagg que apareceu anteriormente.

Next, we see Metamorpho, who in the comics is connected to Stagg Industries, which appeared earlier.

Lex aparece de novo, mas dessa vez ele está machucado e com ódio no olhar.

Lex appears again, but this time he is injured and has a look of hatred in his eyes.

Vemos numa TV com o logo da Luthorcorp, uma notícia sobre a Boravia, país fictício das HQs.

We see on a TV with the LuthorCorp logo, a news report about Boravia, a fictional country from the comics.

Superman aparece empurrando algo ou alguma coisa. Acredito que seja o Kaiju.

Superman appears to be pushing something or someone. We believe it might be the Kaiju.

Krypto aparece levando o Superman para algum lugar. Possivelmente para a Fortaleza da Solidão.

Krypto appears, carrying Superman to somewhere. It is possibly the Fortress of Solitude.

<< Parte 2 >>

[reincrimination]

stay the course ch. 2 | buddie

9-1-1 | eddie diaz x evan buckley

a buddie equestrian AU

cw: none!

chapter one <- you are here! -> chapter three

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“So, Buck, you’re not riding for the Martin family anymore?” The clatter of Buck almost dropping his steak knife is piercingly loud in the restaurant. Eddie feels like his breath has been stolen from him with the way Buck slowly turns his gaze onto Ramon, stormy eyes alight with something indignant. “Not since Kentucky,” Buck grits out. Clearly, Eddie is missing something, judging by how the Hans have all paused eating to observe the interaction with baited breath. “Shame,” Ramon sighs, turning back to his steak like he hadn’t just changed the tone of the entire evening.

The sun is properly setting by the time Eddie and his father are preparing to make their way downstairs to the hotel restaurant. His father has a room a few floors up from Eddie’s, blessedly, so Eddie is left to his own devices while he gets ready. He half-heartedly adjusts his hair in the mirror, but the humid London weather did not make his hair want to cooperate, so he surrenders. He looks fine enough, or so he thinks, but he knows his father will have his own critiques as soon as he sees him.

It’s a cool night, judging by the breeze leaking in from the window besides the lounge area in the room. The sky is dotted with dark clouds, wisps of gray darkening as the sky fully fades from blue to a fiery orange-red. Eddie opts for a blazer and a wool coat over his turtleneck, the familiar weight of the long jacket comforting even as the turtleneck itches at his jaw. He manages to get ready just in time to hear his father knock on the hotel door.

With a last look at his inviting bed and the calming sunset, Eddie makes his way down to the lobby with his father, who, as expected, smoothed down his coat and tried to fix his hair in the elevator, even as Eddie wiggled out from underneath his insistent touch. He sends Eddie to check on their reservation as he greets a business parter of some sort in the lobby, and Eddie takes the opportunity to duck away gratefully. Sighing as he steps into the dimly-lit restaurant, some of his hesitance about the night is chased away by the smell of good food and the clinking of glasses.

The hostess leads him to a back table that his father had, undoubtedly, requested. With a polite nod, she departs, and Eddie takes in the restaurant. The tables are a dark mahogany with elegant white cloths, wine glasses presumptively placed at each setting. A cluster of gold candle holders flicker, the flames dancing within them, and Eddie watches the shadows dance across the silverware with the elegance befitting of such a high class restaurant.

Eddie’s mouth tastes bitter as he is coldly reminded how little he belongs here.

He hears his father’s authoritative voice booming from the front of the restaurant, and stands in preparation to receive him and his guests. He’s looking forward to seeing who the Hans’ sponsored rider is; he needs someone to root for, since his father won’t let him pay attention to that Buck guy.

As the imposing figure of his father emerges from a cluster of waiters with a polite tip of his head, Eddie forces a smile to cross his face, praying to God he looks genuine and not like a puppet under the control of a hobbyist puppeteer. That’s how he always feels, anyways, his movements artificial and forced, like they’re not his own.

Before Badminton, he had managed to slip out from the long arm of his father during the time he spent in Los Angeles, building a life that had freed him from all the pomp and circumstance of his father’s daily life. Being thrust back into that life with short notice feels a bit like being suffocated.

The familiar, smiling face of Chimney allows Eddie to relax, his own smile becoming a little more genuine as he greets his friend for the second time that day. He and Chim take seats nex to each other, the Hans on Chimney’s right and Ramon on Eddie’s left. One seat remains at the circular table, its occupant not yet arrived.

“Did you order wine yet, Eddie?” his father asks as he picks up the drink menu, squinting as he reads. Despite being in London, the hotel is catered towards Americans, and is essentially a steakhouse.

“No, I wanted to wait and see what their rider would prefer,” Eddie lies easily, the words slipping off his tongue like oil. “Will he be arriving soon?”

At that, the senior Han nods at the crowd, and Eddie twists in his seat to get a look. He takes in his outfit first, a touch under-dressed considering the company in just beige pants and a rich, dark green sweater. The knitted material looks far more comfortable than Eddie’s turtleneck, so he can’t fault him, not when the green looks so good against his complexion.

Thank God Eddie is practiced at controlling his expressions, or else he might offend his father with how his mouth would have fallen open upon seeing a head of familiar blonde hair on the head of the rider making his way towards their table. Buck looks as uncomfortable as Eddie feels, but hides it poorly, his eyes flicking around the room and hands shoved deep in his pockets.

Chimney and his father both stand to greet Buck, and Eddie chances a glance at his own father, whose jaw is twitching with how hard it is clenched. He turns his steely gaze onto his son and raises his brows once as if to say, Would you look at that?

His father’s frustration inspires a bout of guilty giddiness in Eddie, and he gives Buck the most welcoming smile he can muster as the latter takes the last seat at the table.

“All, this is the lovely boy riding our dear Saint Florian this year. I’m sure you recognize him.” The Hans look nothing but proud as they introduce the boy, and Chimney’s mother has even laid a dainty hand on Buck’s shoulder as if to comfort him in the presence of Ramon Diaz’s judgemental gaze.

“Certainly,” Ramon finally says, breaking his stare to lean over just enough to shake Buck’s hand. Eddie notes how quickly his father releases his grip and clenches his hand into a fist, as if affronted at the very thought of touching him. “Buck, you call yourself, still?”

“Yes, sir,” Buck grimaces. “You can call me Evan, if you prefer.”

“No, nonsense,” Chimney’s father, Sang, chuckles. “It’s Buck. It’s going to be a household name soon. It’s stuck so long, there’s no need to change it now.”

“Stuck so long?” Eddie queries, looking between Buck and Chim like they’re in on a secret that Eddie doesn’t know about.

“Oh, Eddie, this is the Evan I’ve told you about. We grew up together too.” Chimney explains, reaching up to itch at the collar of his burgundy button-up. The scratch of his beard is barely audible over the clink of silverware as the table beside them is served their meal. “We did pony hunters together. That’s where our nicknames came from.”

Of course, it makes sense now. Eddie had known that Chimney had ridden horses competitively as a child, and that his best friend had been a boy about Eddie’s age. He’d explained on a few trips to the country club, over a decade ago now, that he and Buck had come up with their own nicknames for each other, as two kids lapping the warm-up arena for the fifth time together might have been prone to do. Both had stuck, to Eddie’s father’s apparent dismay. At this point, Eddie would have a hard time calling on Chimney’s real name- it had been years since he’d even thought about the fact that he only knew his friend by his nickname.

Eddie occupies himself by pondering over the rationale behind Chim’s nickname. The dinner is insufferably formal, and if one more waiter calls him sir he might spill his wine all over their pristine white tablecloths. He and his friends let the adults- well, they’re adults too, just not in this company- discuss the thrills of the stock market, whatever bets they had privately placed on Badminton placements and Olympic hopefuls, and the intricacies of helping their companies pass an internal audit. It seems they notice how they’re not only boring their respective sons, but also their guest, and Ramon is actually the one to change the path of conversation.

“So, Buck, you’re not riding for the Martin family anymore?”

The clatter of Buck almost dropping his steak knife is piercingly loud in the restaurant. Eddie feels like his breath has been stolen from him with the way Buck slowly turns his gaze onto Ramon, stormy eyes alight with something indignant.

“Not since Kentucky,” Buck grits out. Clearly, Eddie is missing something, judging by how the Hans have all paused eating to observe the interaction with baited breath.

“Shame,” Ramon sighs, turning back to his steak like he hadn’t just changed the tone of the entire evening.

No one speaks, for a moment. Eddie swallows thickly, washing down his residual discomfort with a large swig of wine, which earns him a twitch of his father’s brow. Then, Buck is the one to break the silence, turning to Eddie with a much kinder expression than the one he had leveled on his father.

“So, Eddie, is this your first time watching Badminton?” Buck questions, picking at the last pieces of his own steak, and watching Eddie through slightly narrowed eyes. His lashes are long and blonde, Eddie notes, and they shade his beautiful blue-gray eyes. There’s a purple-red birthmark above his left eyebrow, which Eddie thinks is a lot prettier than it has any right to be.

“It is. I, uh, I’ve got to admit, I know nothing about horses.”

“Nonsense!” Ramon cuts in. “You went to the racetrack with me all the time as a kid.”

God forbid he be seen as anything other than all knowledgeable and cultured in front of the eyes of a competing family, the Hans. Some would call the two families friends, but not Ramon Diaz. Everything is a calculated move, a business opportunity in his eyes. Eddie thinks the air chills, even as the candles burn brightly in the middle of the table.

Buck ignores the butting in from Ramon and instead says, “I’d be happy to teach you. Maybe I can show you around the grounds before the event starts.”

Regardless of how uninterested Eddie may have been before now, and had it been any other rider offering, Buck’s offer quickly becomes irrefutable. Not only is it time away from his father, but it’s time with who he thinks is the most attractive guy he’s seen since he moved back to Texas. Maybe since before, too.

“I’d love that,” Eddie says, and he doesn’t mean for his voice to come out how it does, all soft and pleased. He’s been with Buck for an hour and he’s already breaking the carefully practiced, if not a bit rusty, mannerisms that Eddie’s father had spent his son’s entire life training into him.

“Great. I’ll get your number before we go and we can… set something up.”

Eddie feels his cheeks heat up at the very obvious undertone of that message. It’s clear that the blatant flirting in front of his father is a bit of a lash back after the pointed jab Ramon had thrown. Eddie isn’t sure if he is just a pawn in Buck’s revenge plan, or if it’s just an avenue for his genuine interest to take. With the way that Buck is still holding eye contact with Eddie, and the way his lips have curled into a bit of a smirk the longer Eddie returns his gaze, he’s beginning to feel like it may be the latter.

It’s the Hans’ turn to change the conversation, finally getting Eddie to break the tense but not unfriendly eye contact he’d found himself sucked into.

“That’s great, you can introduce him to Florian and he can brag about meeting the winning horse of Badminton… after that happens, of course,” Sang Han jests with a little smirk, looking between the two men. “Buck has been bringing Florian along wonderfully these last few months.”

“And carefully, I’d presume.” Ramon can’t resist chipping in again with a targeted attack. An attack on what, Eddie doesn’t know, but there’s clearly some bad blood between Buck and the Martin family, and Ramon is taking advantage of that to unsettle the young rider.

Buck smiles contentedly, taking his time sipping his wine before replying. He’s more steeled this time, and barely even sets his glass down too hard. Eddie watches the thick red liquid slosh, and feels a prickle of nervousness at the back of his neck. For once, he’s glad the turtleneck is hugging him so tightly. It feels like armor.

“Florian is a fantastic stallion,” Buck confirms, his smile turning fond. “He’s the best parter I could ask for, after everything.”

Chimney nods solemnly, and Mrs. Han pats Buck on the shoulder again. Eddie looks between Buck and Chimney, trying to broadcast his confusion with his eyes. Whether or not they notice, Eddie doesn’t know, but he’s left to stew in his confusion.

“You’re welcome to come watch us in the Dressage competition tomorrow,” Buck continues, glancing at Eddie’s father, whose jaw is still impossibly tight. “He’s a big mover, but I think his one Tempis will be a crowd-pleaser. Just wait until you see him out on cross country, though. Never been a braver horse.”

His eyes seem to challenge the older man, the way he enunciates “cross country” pointed. Eddie’s knee begins to bounce and he sets his hands in his lap so he can lace and squeeze his own fingers.

“You’re gunning for gold, then, I presume?” Ramon asks, the first question of the night that doesn’t have the undertone of a finely-sharpened dagger.

“As much as anyone, but this is mostly about getting Francis some experience. Besides, Kelly’s probably got this year in the bag. This is her, what, sixth Badminton?”

That satisfies Ramon, who is about to brag about his connection to Taylor Kelly, but Buck continues, now looking at Eddie. “I’m sure your proud of your rider.”

“As much as anyone,” he parrots. “So, you’re just trying to… have a good time?”

The Hans nod for him, and Eddie doesn’t miss the way that Buck shifts a bit in his seat. “Yeah, basically. Have a good ride, put in some clean rounds, and get some attention from potential buyers.”

“He’s humble,” Sang Han huffs. “They’re going to take a place on the podium.”

However, Ramon’s attention was piqued by Buck’s last sentence. Chewing his bite of steak thoughtfully, he carefully dabs his mouth with the cloth napkin before asking, “You’re selling Francis?”

“As you’d say, anything’s for sale for the right price,” Sang Han chuckles heartily. “You buying?”

Buck’s face pales, his birthmark suddenly much more contrasted as his complexion whitens. Eddie’s stomach twists at the raw fear on Buck’s face. He knows his father is bad, but Is his interest in Buck’s horse enough to inspire that much of a reaction?

“For the right price,” Ramon jests, thinking he’s hysterical when his comment gets a polite giggle from Chimney’s stepmother.

Buck pushes his plate back and finishes the last of his wine, looking like he’s preparing to excuse himself. Chimney mirrors his actions, and before Eddie can think too hard, he does, too, downing the last of his wine and tossing his napkin onto the table.

“Going somewhere?” Ramon queries, looking from Buck to Eddie to Chimney with raised eyebrows.

Buck doesn’t have an answer prepared, nor does Eddie, but as usual, Chimney saves the day by saying, “We were going to get some drinks at the hotel bar, leave you to talk business.”

“Thank you for the lovely dinner, Mr. Han,” Buck says with a small smile, before nodding at Ramon, and making his way out of the restaurant.

Eddie fails to bid goodbye to his father in his haste to follow the others, but Chimney and Buck are a few strides ahead already. He slows his pace when he hears the steady tone of Chimney’s voice over the chatter of the restaurant, his hand high on Buck’s shoulder comfortingly.

“Hey, don’t worry, I won’t let them sell Francis to the Diazes,” Eddie overhears Chimney say. That uneasy feeling in his stomach twists even more, reaching up into his chest with sticky tendrils. He feels responsible- the Diazes, not just his father. He’s one of them, he always will be, no matter how hard he tries to distance himself. Not like he’d gotten very far, anyways, he reflects.

Eddie quickens his stride, then, falling into step beside the pair, who almost look surprised to see that he’s joined them. “I’m sorry about my father. He’s…”

“A dick.” Buck shakes his head, gaze cast on the ground as they make their way across the lobby.

The tall, carved marble ceilings make Eddie feel even more insignificant than before, especially when the golden lanterns cast harsh shadows onto Buck’s stricken expression. He wants to reach out and soothe him, to make promises he can’t keep.

“I’ll talk him out of it,” Eddie continues. “Tell him a horse from Kelly’s family is better for appearances.”

That seems to pacify Buck a bit, who looks up to give Eddie a grateful smile before the three of them enter the bar. The night is young, so the bar is almost empty, and they take the first three seats they see.

Eddie shrugs off his coats, the more stuffy air of the warm room making his skin heat a bit underneath the layers. He carefully tucks them over the back of his tall chair and turns around in time to order a Manhattan from the bartender. He notices Buck’s gaze on him, passive and searching, not nearly as intense and defensive as it had been in the restaurant. He’s about to say something, when Buck turns and orders some fruity-sounding cocktail from the bar.

“What, the wine didn’t really do it for you?” Eddie asks rhetorically.

Buck huffs a little laugh as his drink is set down in front of him, pineapple and strawberries decorating the glass. A little umbrella sticks out of the pink slushie- it was a frozen margarita. Chimney orders a beer, and some fries, and Eddie feels a bit like his father, nursing a very preppy drink in the company of far more relaxed options. Truth be told, he would enjoy a frozen margarita, or a beer, much more than a Manhattan, but those were not sophisticated enough drinks for a Diaz to order, according to his father.

Eddie’s gaze lingered on the margarita in front of Buck, who notices, and offers the glass to Eddie with an unreadable expression. After a moment’s consideration, he accepts, and feels the chill of the glass sinking into his fingers immediately. He holds eye contact with Buck as he takes a small sip from the straw, and then another, as he realizes it’s pretty good.

When the blonde takes his drink back, he sips from the same straw that Eddie had, his lips closing around it as the cold of the drink causes an icy sheen to form on the outside of the glass. In the dim light of the bar, Buck’s eyes look even glossier and prettier than before.

Eddie nearly forgot that Chimney was there, and clears his throat before taking a big sip of his own Manhattan to try and cool the heat spreading across his face that he is sure is not from the margarita.

“Tropical margarita,” Buck says. “Good, yeah?”

“I never got the taste for fruity drinks,” Chimney buts in, saving Eddie from coming up with a coherent answer, which is impossible when Buck is still looking at him like a puzzle he wants to solve. He wonders if he’s been that obvious all night, if that’s the reason for Buck’s brevity, or if the atmosphere of the bar is just getting to them. It’s too early to blame it on intoxication.

It’s probably just wishful thinking, but Eddie is starting to feel lighter by the end of his second drink. It’s easy to just keep sipping Manhattan after Manhattan, even if he still feels like a boring, posh asshole, and he revels in the feeling of ease that has come over the three of them. Their conversation is shallow and pointless, mostly just filling in the silence as they take the time to themselves, away from not only the prying eyes of the press, but also the judging eyes of their families.

Eddie’s neck aches from the tension he’s held in it all night- all month, to be honest, ever since he’d come home to Texas. He suddenly sharply missed Los Angeles. He had never understood the sense of wanderlust that youths in movies he’d seen as a kid had been infected with, but maybe wanderlust is just second to the need to get out, to be anywhere other than home. Right now, he’d take his two-bedroom Los Angeles house in desperate need of renovation over the idea of going home with his father at the end of the trials.

But, of course, there was Chris. The two of them were now permanently tied to Ramon. The older Diaz had rambled on and on about how important family was, now that Chris’s mother had walked out, and while Eddie detested his father, he loved his Abuela, and he knew that Chris needed a strong female figure in his life, even if that couldn’t be his own mother. For the sake of Chris, Eddie told himself, he would suffer being back under his father’s wings.

“Where’s home, Buck?” Eddie asks at the next lull in conversation. “I’ve gotta catch up; I know nothing about you.”

“You have plenty of time to learn,” Buck says quickly. “California. I rent a studio in Pasadena.”

“Really?” Eddie leans forward, bracing his elbows on the bar. “I used to live in LA. Until… three weeks ago. Chim, I didn’t know your family moved to LA.”

“We did a few years ago. I didn’t know you were there, either. We keep our horses at the Los Angeles Equestrian Center,” Chimney fills in. “Buck and I ride together when we can, and it’s nice to have a lot of schooling shows right at home.”

The terminology is a little lost on Eddie, which is apparently clear, because Buck takes pity on him and explains, “Smaller shows that we can practice at, where nothing much is at stake.”

“Oh, so just like Badminton.”

“Oh, yeah,” Buck chuckles. The margaritas have gotten to him a bit, the tip of his nose reddening as he looks on at Eddie. Eddie wants to kiss it, he thinks, and if he were a bit more emboldened, had a few more Manhattans, he just might have.

[daily-cassie-sandsmark]

[kingovharts]

Howdy! I don't know if the character asks are still open so if you don't want to answer that's totally fine ^^

But just wanted to ask the good ol' Tumblr classic on how would the ro's react to an MC that always gives them a good luck kiss every morning but just stops one day?

( hehe I also think giving a good luck kiss to the ro's is a very cute idea :) )

No worries anon! I just lost a round on cod mobile so. 😩 Maybe I also need a good luck kiss every morning dang. *opens tinder /jkn’t

But I will count this as ro asks cuz uhh my brain wants to.

Also, I didn’t receive any notifs for the asks? Wtf tumblr? 🫵🏻

Yudai Sakaguchi: Will remind you. This is a routine anon. It’s that serious for him.

“Hey, you can’t forget about your mandatory good luck kiss for me every morning! Oh, my poor MC, you look tired. Here, I’ll give you one today. You certainly need it.”

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Vivienne Ramos: Generally won’t react too strongly about it. But if you forgot because you look exhausted af, she will be concerned.

“MC, are you tired? How about taking a rest today? I’m sure the council will let you off today. If not, I will talk to them for you.”

“Why I asked? Oh it’s because you forgot to give me a good luck kiss which is unusual for you. So, I thought something is not right.”

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Héctor Alonso: Suddenly flexes his cheeks. 😭

“MC, don’t you think something is missing here?” *points at his cheek* “Hmm… I think it’s missing someone’s daily good luck kiss here. Don’t you think so?”

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Matyáš Dvořák: Will stare at you, expectant. 🙂

“Uhm, MC…”

You turned to Matyáš, waiting for him to respond. But you noticed his face turning as red as his hair.

“My good luck kiss…”

“Your what?”

“My daily good luck kiss, where is it?”

“Oh. Sorry!”

And then they lived happily ever after—

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Genevieve: Will not fret too much but will be waiting patiently even if you give it before you sleep.

“MC, you forgot to give me my good luck kiss this morning. Is it okay if I asked for it now even if it’s late in the evening already? My day feels incomplete without it.”

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A Wadia: Will find a way to ask for it without looking like an idiot. Spoiler: they’re a lovely idiot.

“MC!”

“So, do you know what couples do. Haha”

“MC, I think you forgot something. Oh no it’s not your phone’s charger.”

“MC, I think my cheek needs some moisture…”

“MC! YOU FORGOT TO KISS ME! 😭”

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

Eddie Redmayne Says 'Willkommen' to Broadway in First Production Photos from Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

'The Good Nurse' actor is starring as the Emcee alongside Gayle Rankin as the musical's leading lady Sally Bowles

By Sabienna Bowman Published on April 15, 2024 02:30PM EDT

Eddie Redmayne is ready to put on a show in the first photos from Broadway's Cabaret revival!

In PEOPLE's exclusive first look at the famed John Kander and Fred Ebb musical's return to the Great White Way,The Good Nurse actor, 42, suits up at as Kit Kat Klub's mercurial Emcee. With his jaunty green party hat, oversized brown cravat and black gloves, Redmayne is both intriguing and imposing as the fascinating character.

In another snap of the Emcee in action, Redmayne leaps into the air as several members of the cast dance around him during the show's iconic opening number, "Willkommen."

See Eddie Redmayne and Gayle Rankin in First Rehearsal Photos for Broadway's Cabaret Revival (Exclusive)

Additional photos from the show shine the spotlight on House of the Dragon actress Gayle Rankin in the role of the vivacious nightclub singer Sally Bowles. In one compelling photo, she seems poised to take the stage with a microphone in hand as she's surrounded by ensemble members during the song, "Mein Herr."

Another picture finds Rankin in a ruffly white dress while holding a prop cigarette as she performs the song "Don’t Tell Mama."

The Cabaret revival is being directed by Rebecca Frecknall, who helmed the West End version, which also starred Redmayne. Previews began April 1 at the August Wilson Theatre in New York City, with the show set to officially open on April 21.

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Cabaret has long been a success both on the stage and screen. Based on John Van Druten’s 1951 play I Am a Camera, which in turn was adapted from the 1939 novel Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood, Cabaret first hit Broadway in 1966. It was later turned into the 1972 film of the same name starring Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli.

The musical tells the story of Sally, an ambitious English singer who starts up a relationship with American writer Clifford Bradshaw as he observes the eccentric characters who populate the Kit Kat Klub in Berlin. Set between World War I and World War II, the growing unrest beyond the club's doors is ever-present as the artists within express themselves through song.

It features a score by Kander & Ebb made up of a string of songs that have become musical theatre mainstays, like “Willkommen,” “Don't Tell Mamma,” “Mein Herr,” “Two Ladies,” “Tomorrow Belongs to Me,” “Money,” “Maybe This Time” and, of course, “Cabaret.”

Jennifer Lopez Visits the Kit Kat Club for Broadway Revival of Cabaret (Exclusive)

Redmayne, who also produces the Broadway revival, has long said that Cabaret “properly ignited” his love for theater, while playing the Emcee in a student production of the musical over 25 years ago.

In an October 2023 statement, he shared, "It now feels completely thrilling and a little surreal to be a part of Rebecca's truly unique vision of Masteroff, Kander, and Ebb's brilliance as it arrives on Broadway, where the piece has such a history."

In addition to Redmayne and Rankin, the rest of the principle cast is rounded out by Ato Blankson-Wood (Clifford), Steven Skybell (Herr) and Tony winner Bebe Neuwirth (Fräulein), as well as Natascia Diaz (Fraulein Kost and Fritzie); and Henry Gottfried (Ernst Ludwig).

The cast also includes, Gabi Campo (Frenchie), Ayla Ciccone-Burton (Helga), Colin Cunliffe (Hans), Loren Lester (Herman/Max), David Merino (Lulu), Julian Ramos (Bobby), MiMi Scardulla (Texas), Paige Smallwood as Rosie, and Marty Lauter (Victor) — also known as Marcia Marcia Marcia of RuPaul's Drag Race fame.

Tickets for Cabaret are on sale now.

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