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Please enjoy this totally accurate worlds 2023 predictions grid that I have locked in as my pickems

You can't argue with science lmao

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Hey dears!

I've been getting addicted with playing Valorant recently and thought it would be fun to try and make some hcs for Mizu <3

Clove's release is so exciting and I'm so happy non-binary people are given some representation in games. They're so much fun and their ult mechanic is such a game-changer.

Please tell me if you'd like me to make more of these or if I should make some for other games too (as long as I know them well enough).

Anywho, let's go!

Enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warnings: not proofread, the use of "clutch or gay", she/her for mizu

mizu has a crush on you :3

✦ Her fave maps are Icebox and Bind. Whenever you play comp with her and these maps roll up, you're internally fucking hollering. You're thanking every possible deity there is, dancing in your seat, kissing your monitor.

She's such a god in these maps. Every good agent for every role, every lineup, and even some pro play shit strats, she memorized it.

She loves Icebox for how easy it was to clear angles and how easy it was to formulate AND predict strategies. The map was pretty straightforward and no bullshit. Perfect for her.

Bind for the outplay potentials. Teleporters + Yoru TP/Omen TP and Ult? There's no telling where she may be. Will she plant in A? Will she plant in B? Maybe she's already flanking? Who knows?

✦ Mizu doesn't buy skins but she DOES have some. They're gifts from you and her friends! An oni phantom, neptune spectre, and sovereign marshal from Akemi; An arcane sheriff from Taigen because they're probably taking their shit-talking to League too; and a reaver vandal, reaver karambit, and the oni katana from you.

She doesn't really give a shit about skins, but ever since she was gifted one, she started appreciating them. You'll see her using the inspect animation once in a while if she picks up a skin she's never seen before.

If it's just a chill comp game or she's playing solo queue, she'll use the oni katana. If she's playing with you and/or wants to show off, she'll use the reaver karambit. Of course you have to go with the sexy one when trying to impress.

✦ Doesn't shit talk heavily, but shit talks in a way that'll piss you off.

"Ooooh shit someone's mad," you laughed over the voice-comms, watching as the enemy Reyna started spewing all sorts of insults at your team. It was mostly targeted at Mizu, who was also playing Reyna, and was top-fragging. Soon after that fiasco, you'd see Mizu type "." in all chat every time she killed the enemy Reyna, got a clutch, and even an ace. Everyone was snickering at her antics, finding it funny how Mizu was shitting on them while the enemy was clearly progressively getting even more tilted.

On the other hand, if Taigen was there and Mizu failed to clutch the round, he'd be laughing loudly over the voice chat, making fun of her over and over. He'd even type "GG [insert Mizu's current agent]. Aimlabs is free" in team chat, which was so fucking embarrassing. The moment Mizu catches Taigen lacking, she'll be having a hayday in the team chat, spamming "GG [insert Taigen's current agent], Aimlabs is free" over and over which effectively pisses Taigen off.

✦ Along with the previous one, if someone ever decided to trashtalk you, she's going absolutely feral. She still wouldn't be spewing nonsense, but you'll notice her becoming more aggressive.

"Didn't you just use your ult?" You asked her, spectating as she used another Reyna ult which you swore she just used two rounds ago. "I just feel like playing a little better today," she replies. But then goes to strafe like a fucking bitch, doing a poppin' swing once or thrice, making the enemy struggle before killing the enemy and t-bagging them aggressively.

You raised an eyebrow at her antics but still laughed at it. "You sure you're not here for blood?" you joked. "Yeah.." she said while spamming your trashtalker's KD status in all-chat.

✦ There's no doubt about how well she plays with different agents, but her worst agent to use would be Gekko. Something about Dizzy's trajectory and letting Wingman plant and defuse felt off to her. Maybe it was because she was used to having control over the speed of her flashes and being able to fake defuse.

✦ Actually responds to "clutch or gay" jokes.

If a random teammate or anyone in your friend group (mainly Taigen) decides to use that joke on her during a clutch situation, it doesn't matter if it's a 1v1, a 1v5, a 1v5 + Sage res + Clove ult. She's winning. She's fucking winning.

You watched in anticipation as Mizu, using Omen, went through attacker spawn in Breeze. It was a 1v4, having picked one off when she picked up the spike. For a moment, you thought of something before typing "clutch or gay" in team chat. It worked for your other friends and randos, why not try it?

The moment she read that chat from you, you could immediately see Omen throwing his weapons off of the map. The noise of the agent's footsteps prompting the enemy to shoot him. "Bro what the fuck are you doing?" Taigen groans, annoyance heavy in his voice. Mizu doesn't respond in voice chat, but you hear her typing. After a while, a chat pops up.

(Whisper) From mizu: did you see that?

(Whisper) To mizu: mhm. why'd u do that :c

(Whisper) From mizu: you said clutch or gay

(Whisper) From mizu: i didn't clutch.

But she only ever does this to you.

✦ Actually plays fill but everyone in your friend group decided to place her as a duelist. She's going to treat every agent like a damn duelist anyway. Why place her somewhere else? You get site early and fast + She gets higher RR from combat score. It's a win-win. Plus, she loves secretly showing off to you. She relishes the "woah where'd you learn to satchel like that?", the "nice kill!" when she wins in an Iso 1v1, and the way you bought her an op upon her request when she used Jett as if you automatically trusted her.

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Let's talk about Chapter 107- Part Deux (Ex Machina)

Man. Man.

Follow up post from this. Might as well keep this as a series because I guess verbal diarrhoea is a coping mechanism for me. Thoughts and predictions again. Spoilers below

So it appears that yes, Hiyori is 100% dead now since we saw her memories through Yato (broke my fucking heart btw) and we're going down the shinki route.

Yato didn't want to name her. He had no choice. He had just watched the love of his life be murdered right in front of him and was about to see her be transformed into his Father's monstrous puppet. Naming her there and then before Father got the chance to was the only way to save her. This is the most brutal fucking chapter in the entire series I swear to GOD. (Though I think most of us can agree that from the small glimpse of Hakki we have so far, she looks gorgeous. That sakura design.. 🥺)

But seriously I'm hoping and praying that Hiyori is somehow going to retain her memories and either bypass the GGS or be pretty much immune to it. Like I said before, she's a special case. Because she already had ties to the Far Shore and to multiple gods, she might get a sort of get out of jail free card here. Plus it would just interrupt the flow of the finale to a really weird extent if she lost all of her memories. It'd be too jarring and weird imo. Perhaps she initially has all of them but then over time her Near Shore memories will eventually fade away.

(Reiterating what I said in the previous post. I have no idea how this is going to affect other shinkis with her being around in regards to the GGS. Or even if her existence will be allowed by Amaterasu. It's not like Ammy can wipe everyone's memories of Hiyori to safeguard them. But hey)

Also the fact that his shinkis are literally Snow White? Lol.

Lets say she retains her memories. Will she still be called Hiyori or will she have to go by Shirone even if hearing her name won't break her? Maybe it'll be a closely guarded secret by her and Yato. Having her name on a part of her body that can't be seen (like over her heart for instance because thematics) means it's hidden from view from anyone else, therefore nobody can use that name against her (KAZUMA. 👀) An extra layer of protection for her. It'll be her and Yato's (and probably Yukine's too) secret.

Speaking of Yukine, I'm guessing he's going to be out of action for this final final fight. With Hiyori slicing the Koto No Ha in half like an absolute boss ass bitch, it's likely that The Nation will collapse and everyone will return to their regular forms. Yukine will probably be in a bad shape and unfit to fight let alone even transform into Sekki. Meaning it's going to be Yato and Hiyori Vs Father working together as one. The Deux Ex Machina has appeared and she is pissed.

(Literally though, first thing she does as a weapon is take a slice at Father and the brush. I didn't even realise she'd cut his fingers til the second read through. Looks like she might have even got his neck too? Dare I say...? Slay?)

So yeah. I'm hoping that because of her original ties to Yato and the Far Shore, her memories may not be lost. The two of them will team up to take down Father as possibly the most powerful shinki we've seen so far. Nobody has been able to make a dent in the Koto No Ha until now. Which is possibly why this is why the story is going this way. Yato has tried and failed to take down Father multiple times. He couldn't use Yukine for his final confrontation for obvious reasons so he went on a search to find a suitable and powerful enough shinki to take his place, and that ended up being Kazuma. Obviously didn't work out as intended though.

Funny how maybe the person he's needed to take down Father all along is Hiyori. Father might have ended up winning in the end but by killing her, he's essentially doomed himself.

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Can you explain to me like i’m dumb?

A24 bought The Brutalist.

What does that mean for Seb’s chances for GG and O?

It’s all eaaaaaaarly speculations but

A24 has the brutalist, sing sing, adm, queer (and another couple of movies) that all have male lead actors

So, despite all being good movies, campaigning costs money and A24 is a relatively small studio… it’s safe to assume they will focus mainly on the brutalist (and adrien) and probably on sing sing (and colman)… i guess they won’t drop queer (and daniel) but THREE actors are a lot so we can hope the energy put in daniel’s campaign won’t be that much (even tho he is a well known actor so i guess the academy members love him) … this lead us at Sebastian that now has a bit more chances, not with ADM but with TA that is distributed by a different studio (Briarcliff entertainment) because Daniel is not a strong contender as before

If The brutalist were acquired by another studio, A24 would have put all its resources in daniel and colman, making it more difficult for Sebastian and the apprentice

That was for the oscar.

For the gg it’s different because the categories are split and i can see them submitting ADM in comedy and Sebastian being nominated there. While TA will be submitted in drama that will be less crowded because timmy’s movie and adm will leave free spots in this category to go to the comedy one.

Now… i wish it was this predictable. The truth is it is not. Many factors enter the game during winter lol… many actors have narratives … others have the favour of their colleagues (like Jamie Lee Curtis last year) and the academy loves a lil unknown movie (see paul mescal’s nomination) … a couple surprise nominations always happen

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Gucci: A Journey Through Triumph and Turmoil in Luxury Fashion

Humble Beginnings

Guccio Gucci, the founder of the renowned luxury brand, started his journey in his parents' straw hat shop.However, when the family business went bankrupt, he found himself penniless and in need of a fresh start.

Guccio moved to London, where he worked at the prestigious Savoy Hotel. There, he noticed the affluent guests carrying expensive luggage and wearing fine leather goods as symbols of status. This inspired him to dream of opening his own leather shop catering to high-end customers.

After serving in World War I, Guccio returned to Italy with a wealth of knowledge about the leather goods industry. In 1921, he opened a small shop in Florence. As demand for his unique designs grew, he expanded his operations by opening a workshop and hiring employees. Despite financial struggles, Guccio taught his sons the intricacies of the business. With their encouragement, he expanded to Rome, Milan, and eventually New York City.

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Family Feuds and Expansion

The history of Gucci is marked by family turmoil and power struggles. Guccio's sons inherited the company after his death, but conflicts over control of the brand soon emerged. The third generation of the Gucci family had different visions for the company's future. Tensions escalated when Maurizio Gucci married Patricia Regiani against his father's wishes and took ownership of 50% of the company.

Maurizio's decision to eliminate Gucci's licensing deals initially cost the brand over $100 million. However, this move ultimately helped establish Gucci as an exclusive luxury brand. Meanwhile, Paulo Gucci's attempts to create his own fashion line were costly and unsuccessful. The family's constant drama kept them in the public eye but tarnished the brand's image.

The Downfall of Maurizio Gucci

Under Maurizio's leadership, Gucci faced significant challenges. He convinced the family to sell their shares to Invest Corp, and with the company now 50% owned by Invest Corp, Maurizio implemented major changes.

He aimed to make Gucci an exclusive brand for the wealthy by reducing the number of stores, cutting the accessories line, and eliminating the classic GG logo.

While some of his decisions did elevate Gucci's status, the company began losing $30 million annually. Unable to pay salaries or suppliers, Gucci was on the brink of bankruptcy. Invest Corp, growing nervous, suggested appointing a new CEO. Maurizio refused, leading Invest Corp to buy out his 50% share for $150 million. Although Maurizio's predictions eventually came true and the brand's fortunes turned around, it was too late for him. In a tragic turn of events, he was murdered by a hitman hired by his ex-wife, Patricia Reggiani, who was later imprisoned.

The Tom Ford Era and Beyond

After the tumultuous period of family control, Gucci entered a new era under the creative direction of Tom Ford. By 1996, Gucci's sales had nearly doubled from $263 million to $500 million. With the Gucci family no longer involved, the brand was free from internal power struggles. Invest Corp capitalized on this success, making Gucci a publicly traded company and reaping a $2 billion profit from their investment.

However, in 1997, a drop in Gucci's stock price, coupled with an economic crisis in the Japanese luxury market, created an opportunity for LVMH to buy shares at a discount. Bernard Arnault, CEO of LVMH and known for his aggressive acquisition strategies, saw potential in Gucci.

The iconic Tom Ford and Domenico De Sole duo eventually resigned from the company in 2004. Despite this, Gucci has continued to thrive, becoming one of the most popular luxury brands worldwide, with over 500 stores and about 50 million followers on Instagram. The brand's journey from humble beginnings to global dominance is a testament to its enduring appeal and resilience.

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HELLO HELLO ML !!!! so sorry for the late reply ive been shockingly sorta busy these days :0 BUT IM BACK 2 TALK TO MY FAVE WRITERRRRR ( AKA U !!!!! )

ALSO I LISTENED TO SOME OF THE NCT WISH SONGS N HANDS UP IS DEF MY FAVE SO FAR ( u successfully influenced me ) n im totally gonna watch that bakery thing n get back to u bc why is that so cute.. ILL LYK MY POTENTIAL BIAS TOO N SEE IF UR PREDICTIONS R CORRECT 🤞🏻

I FEEL SO BAD FOR U LOVIE T__T i actually got lucky n found some zb1 digi albums at the kpop store in a mall where i live N TELL ME HOW I GOT ANOTHER WOOK !!!!! i love my man u guys ( i also got a hao n two gyubs <3 ) ALSO IKR ??? yujins pcs r so cute n pretty for no reason i swear T^T ACTUALLY SENDING MY RICKY PCS TO U I NEED TO SAVE UR WALLET !!!!! i love him but the way that hes avoiding u like that needs to end !! u both shld be reunited 🤭

&& IKR ?!?!?! wk1 being a good company was not on my 2024 bucket list but im not mad ???? LIKE LETS GO, despite it being such a stupid controversy im glad they shut the "zeroses" up n let my man free !!

NOT THE OLLIE FUND ( i dont blame u ) I SAW THAT URE GETTING THE MAGAZINES FOR HIM N GETTING SOME PCS IN APRIL ?!?! GOOD LUCK W/ UR PULLS !!! although u can get no wrong ones i mean.. ITS OLLIE !!!! but im so excited to see what u get ( if u get any good ones i might steal them, watch out... )

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HELLOOOOO POOKIE <3 i’m glad ur back !! && AS YOU SHOULD hands up is soooo fun omg!! they did perform wish which is their debut song at smtown so if you’d like to check that out before the mv drops on the 28th…here you go 🥹🫶🏻 YESS watch wish bakery it’s SO cute ugh i love them all so much (my bet is still on riku & ryo + sakuya being your faves!! but they’re all so lovely <3)

i got 4 (FOUR!!) cheap mp digis on neokyo a while ago but STILL NO WOOKIE!! like this is personal atp…bc i have to buy ricky’s usually i actually end up with doubles 😭 i join multiple inclusion group orders and by the time all of them get to me i usually alr have the rickys i need…it was this way for yits & mp so i guess i just don’t learn LMAO maybe i should use the double rickys to trade for some wookies 🤭

i fear this will be the only time wk1 does something right…i don’t trust them to keep this up 😭 omg also “zeroses” are always mad abt something, i just stopped using twt bc every time i do i turn miserable bc why are k-zeroses mad over taerae doing gg dances well??? put this energy into something else oh my god

OLLIE FUND! OLLIE FUND! [chanting] i’m pretty sure the asy final will also be entirely decided on paid votes so….😵‍💫 i guess i’ll have to tap into the fund…? i sound insane but that’s my SON he needs to debut..!! speaking of the final..it’ll be a live show which should be obvious…but also it’s asy and all the eps were filmed in like october/november except for the rankings so 😭 i’m ready to have another breakdown like i did w the bp final…i guess…OLLIE FIRST OLLIE CENTER LETS GOOO!! &&& YES THE MAGAZINES!! i’m so excited for them oh my god!! & actually the pcs are guaranteed if i read everything correctly!! so the ones you see on that one post are the ones i’ll actually get and HES SO CUTE i’m so excited 🥹🫶🏻

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hiiii rainbowsky!

I was wondering if you believe there's credibility to the theory that dd went to extra lengths to get cast in cql, even after being passed over several times, because of his crush on gg? that he worked that hard because he wanted to act opposite gg, didn't want someone else to get the part of his love interest, etc. I find it to be a very fascinating possibility, but ofc he could also have felt strongly about the project for other reasons not related to gg at all. for him to go against the advice he probably got about avoiding bl projects, he must have really wanted to be a part of it. and I'm so happy that we got gg and dd as the leads, the universe really came through for us on that one 🙏

would love to hear your thoughts 😊 have a great week!

Hi Anon, hope you have a great week too! 😊

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I know I answered this question before in the past, but I can't find the post. Tumblr can be so frustrating...

I view the widespread idea that DD 'fought so hard' and 'tried out 3 times' to get on the cast of The Untamed as a bit of a fandom myth. In reality DD submitted a head shot, and that photo was passed over twice before he was finally called in for an audition. When he walked into the room for that audition the producer immediately saw him as a 'real life LWJ' and knew she wanted to cast him.

That's not to say that it was handed to him or that it didn't take any effort or risk on his part. He had to juggle a lot of scheduling issues to make time for the audition, he had to pass up a sports drama to make room to do The Untamed, and he also had a lot of homophobic fan backlash and lost fans due to taking on the project. There was also a possibility the show would never air, given censorship in China - not just due to queer themes but also due to the demonic magic stuff and the antihero theme, which are also heavily censored.

But the idea that he went to great lengths... I don't think there's evidence of that. Especially since when DD himself was grilled in an interview about it during CQL promo he seemed uncomfortable/baffled by the idea.

I also don't think it necessarily had anything to do with GG. After all, The Untamed was a rare opportunity for queer actors to participate in a queer production, and that alone would hold some appeal. It was also based on a popular, very interesting story that would involve a lot of wire work and swordfighting, which was up DD's alley.

My personal CPN is that GG and DD were already together before they applied, and they both chose to apply because it would be an opportunity to work together. I don't think they could have necessarily predicted that they'd be acting opposite each other as romantic leads.

But of course, as I always say, this is my own take on things. People are free to come up with their own perspectives. If it makes you happy to CPN it differently, you should do so.

[irrelevantwriter]

House Call

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, reader being scared and horny, Rio’s BDE (y'all know what's up)

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Part 1. Rio shows up unannounced to talk business. Among other things. 

A/N: It’s here...it’s happening. It took me a whole 2.5 seconds to become obsessed with Rio once I started watching GG. Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is me just dipping my toe into the water. I didn't get too deep with a plot (spoiler alert: there isn't any). It’s essentially just reader-insert into the show’s current plot, but with some smut thrown in. For fun. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Added a Part 2! Read it here.

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You okay?”

The sound of your friend’s concerned voice filled the line, pulling you back to the moment and the conversation you’d been engaged in before you’d burnt yourself in the spray of hot water.

“Yeah, just washing dishes.” You explained, cradling your cell between your shoulder and cheek as you maneuvered dirty dishes under the spout of water.

“So the meeting with the principal? How’d it go?” Rachel asked, getting you back on track.

You sighed, beginning to scrub at a stubborn coffee stain left behind on one of your favorite mugs.

“Fine. The kids are still having a hard time with the divorce so it’s…” You paused, unsure of how to describe the child-like brooding your son and daughter had taken to participating in since you’d separated from their father.

“Tense? Difficult? Weird?” Rachel listed off helpfully.

“All of the above.” You deadpanned, still scrubbing.

“You take the rest of the day off?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta figure out what I’m going to do with these kids. Paul said he’d come over later to talk it over.”

“How incredibly thoughtful of him.” Rachel replied, sarcasm and disdain dripping from her words.

“Well, it’s a start. And as much as I’d like to tell him to fuck off, I can’t. He’s still their dad.” You explained for the hundredth time, feeling the stress of your situation with your ex starting to creep into your body. Your shoulders felt stiff and your head began to throb with a dull ache. It was a familiar reaction these days. One you loathed.

You opened your mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the empty expanse of your home.

“Paul?” Rachel asked, obviously hearing the alert of someone’s company over the phone.

“I guess. Look, I’ll call you later.” You said with another sigh, this one more tired than annoyed. You gave up on the stained mug and moved onto drying it, shutting the water off as you did.

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You ended the call, aware that you were short with her, but unable to feel sorry for it. You had plenty of other things to worry about, none of which involved your shitty ex or his new girlfriend.

You placed your cell on the counter and turned to make your way to the entryway, mug still clutched in your hand. The ceramic cup dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces when you saw who was already in your kitchen. You gasped, clutching your chest and yelping at the familiar man in black, the dark ink splattered across his throat the first thing you noticed. Your heart leapt, your body going rigid at the unexpected visit. Pop-ups like this were never a good sign.

“I let myself in.” Rio supplied, voice low and thick with authority and charm. He wore a smirk, lips upturned at your surprised reaction. He always seemed amused by you. That fact only served to unsettle you further.

“What’re you doing here?” You managed to say between shaky breaths, fear making your own voice quiver.

“Just checking in, mama. Can’t I do that?” He challenged with his arms spread wide, daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

You went to move around the large kitchen island but the shards of broken mug prevented you from getting far on bare feet. Rio took notice and strode towards you, all clean lines and hooded eyes. He had a swagger about him that radiated. It sent a clear message about the kind of man he was. Confident. Skilled. Smart. There was an ease in his movements, but a beast lay in wait inside, ready to strike when the need arose.

His piercing gaze took in your dress, uncaring of being discreet or polite. He appraised you from the tips of your painted toes to the top of your head. It was as unnerving as it was thrilling. He crowded your space. He always did. While the scent of him filled your nostrils. Something spicy, but pleasing. It sat in your nose, and you knew from previous experience that you’d smell it for hours after.

You swallowed, wanting to avoid his close proximity. You hastily bent down to gather what you could of the jagged pieces, moving around his sneaker-clad feet that stood before you. You tried to ignore his presence, tried to appear calm and composed. It was an uphill battle. The man always knew how to throw you off. He knew how to keep people on their toes. It was yet another facet of him that you both coveted and despised.

You hissed, feeling the edge of one of the shards dig into the tip of your finger. You stood and sucked the tip into your mouth, trying to clear the area of the blood that had started to surface. His eyes were on you, watching you with interest and a certain level of lust that you didn’t allow yourself to explore. You stiffened when he reached for your wrist and pulled your finger away from your lips. He inspected the cut, his flesh warm and soft against yours. It was a side of him that eclipsed the man you’d come to know over the last several months.

“It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” You whispered, attempting to pull your hand free of his. It was futile.

“Band aid?”

“Uh...yeah. In that drawer. Next to the stove.” You pointed in the direction of the drawer, holding your breath as he retrieved the item. This time, you watched him. Watched as he unwrapped the bandage and tended to your finger with all the care of a parent with their child. He held the appendage steady as he got ready to wrap it, but he stopped himself. He locked eyes with you instead, making you shiver.

“I make you nervous.”

It was a statement. A very true statement. And yet you found yourself shaking your head; ironic because your voice felt too unsteady to use.

Your heart stopped when he placed a tender kiss to the cut. The air around you crackled with heat and tension. It was unlike any feeling you’d ever been subjected to before. It was danger mixed with primal fascination...attraction. And it called to you like a raft in a sea of treacherous waves.

He ignored your silent response and sealed the band aid over your finger, ensuring the ends were smooth against your skin. He didn’t let go of you.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? Trust is an important thing. And we’ve gotta have it if we wanna keep doing business together.”

His calm demeanor and gentle chastising made you a puddle of obedience. Your need to please wasn’t just born from fear. It was something you’d been unable to come to terms with until now. You saw it for what it truly was. You wanted to please him. In as many ways as he’d let you.

You nodded in response, agreeing to his statement.

“Let’s try it again then, yeah?” He started, eyes roaming your face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“The constant threat of my life makes it difficult for me to be calm.” You said, choosing to still be untruthful. 

You forced yourself not to fidget as his stare scorched your skin. His black eyes roamed across the open expanse of your collarbone and to the modest neckline of your wrap dress. He licked his lips as he focused on the measured breaths of your chest, your breasts rising with each pass.

“That’s not the only reason.” He retorted with a shake of his head. He leaned in close, noses almost touching as he spoke. “Don’t move.”

You said nothing as he bent down, continuing your failed task of picking up the broken bits of ceramic. You observed him dutifully gathering each piece, piling them into one large hand. His face looked pensive, as if he was trying to solve an equation in his head. You leaned against the island for support and bit your lip, unwilling to give into the lecherous thoughts that haunted you at night and managed to infiltrate your dreams.

“Nice dress.”

His compliment made you pause, looking down to meet that familiar smirk. He’d set what was left of the mug onto the counter, the floor relatively clear of large fragments. His fingers now played with the hem of said dress, the flowy material dancing in the air and away from your body.

“Thanks.”

Your voice was small. The apprehension so clear that you could both taste it. He found it funny. You found it humiliating.

He slowly straightened, taking the fabric with him as he gathered it to just above your knees.

“Color looks good on you.”

Again, the juvenile warmth of his praise sent you reeling further into anxiety’s waiting arms. Inwardly, you were responding to every lick of his lips and quirk of his eyebrow. Your thighs shifted restlessly against each other, waiting for that satiation that you hadn’t felt in forever. Outwardly though, you remained as skittish as a wild horse. You were as much on the edge of pleasure as you were on retreating.

“Thanks.” You said with a pleasant smile, wanting to conceal the yearning that bubbled just under the surface. You smoothed out the hunter-green fabric that rested against your abdomen, hoping to urge his hands away from you and the dress.

No such luck.

Instead, he ran his fingers up your skirt and along the outside of your thighs and hips, almost meeting the edge of your lace panties. Your traitorous body showed its hand, your nipples hardening in eagerness. Rio’s gaze predictably caught the action. And his face showed his approval.

“How long you been divorced?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his sudden curiosity. But the switch in topic had you alert again and somewhat clear of the fog he was so insistent on throwing you into.

“Why? What does that have to do with anything?” You questioned, stepping back from his body.

His hands fell away from you finally, but they didn’t stay idle for long. They skimmed over your hips, pressing your backside into the edge of the kitchen island.

“Answer me, mama.” He demanded, head craning down to meet your eyes. The intensity of his stare made you shift on your feet. He had an amazing poker face. A skill that left you envious.

“Two years.” You dutifully supplied, leaning backwards every inch that he moved in.

“It’s been that long then.” He commented with a nod, a finger tracing along the neckline of your dress, hovering just above your cleavage.

“That long for what?” You asked, taking note of the subtle ways in which his face changed. There was no trace of the teasing, light-hearted flirting that you’d become accustomed to seeing from him. He was serious. Almost as serious as the times he’d threatened your life. His touch was more insistent, telling you what he wanted rather than hinting. His mouth lowered to your ear, his nose brushing against your neck in a far too erotic manner. Your fingers itched to anchor yourself to him. You denied the request.

“Since someone stretched you out.”

A gasp caught in your throat, though you didn’t know if it was more from his words or his touch. He’d managed to slip a hand under your dress, tracing the crotch of your panties with a dexterous finger as he spoke.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stammered, knuckles tightening against the edge of the counter you were currently gripping.

“I mean…” Rio started, lips brushing against the shell of your ear with each syllable. His finger barely teased your slit, but his voice more than compensated for the lack of physicality. “You haven’t had someone here,” He emphasized the word with a firm press of his finger against the soaked material that hid your clit from view. “In two years. Maybe more.”

You whimpered, biting your lip as he continued to manipulate your body. Your head screamed at you to stop, to pull away. But the sensation of his body pressed so firmly to yours was far too comforting to deny.

“You don’t know that.” You attempted, though the effort was obviously pointless. It was true. Since your separation and subsequent divorce from Paul, you’d barely been on a date, much less had sex. Your body was fiending for it...for him. And he knew it.

He scoffed, finding amusement in your words. He pressed his finger along the same dampened area, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head. He licked his lips when your hand shot out to grasp at his wrist.

“Yeah, I do.” He affirmed with a nod, finger still teasing over your lace-covered slit. “He stepped out on you, didn’t he?” He continued, his eyes taking stock of the way you responded to his touch.

You had trouble focusing on the conversation he insisted on having while his hand was up your dress and practically in your underwear. You didn’t feel the need to supply an answer anyway. He already had all the information he needed.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

You were jolted back to reality by his words, straightening your spine and pushing his hand from between your legs.

“And what? You do?” You threw back, agitation seeping into your tone. You felt like he was patronizing you. He was always one step ahead. Always aware of the skeletons in your closet before you were.

“Never said that.” He said with a shake of his head, not stepping out of your space. His hands were off your body now, but the stains they’d left on you would remain there. They wouldn’t easily be erased. And you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted them to be.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Business.”

“A simple call or text works for that.”

“Wanted to come in person.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wore an expression of smugness, as if he knew something you didn’t, which was often the case.

“What do you want then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted swiftly, lips pulled into a thin line.

The seriousness was back, his eyes nearly swallowing you as all humor became sucked from the room. The nerves in your stomach came back full force, the fear aiding them in their efforts. He was challenging you, apparently done with your lying.

“I…”

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to even begin. He was too intimidating. Just too much.

“I-I can’t.” You finished lamely, shaking your head and looking down at your feet.

He tilted your chin up, his mouth only centimeters from yours as he dared you to move.

“Just say the word.” He rasped against your lips, his free hand cradling your cheek.

You let yourself stare back, taking in his dark lashes and the angles of his face. He confused you on many levels, angered you beyond belief. He made your life a living hell. And yet, you wanted him more than anything. More than the money and the thrill of crime. And somehow he was privy to it all. And he wanted to give it to you.

So you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out, your hands finally coming to rest on his chest.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth settled over yours in a tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like mint, his lips much softer than they looked. The scratch of his facial hair only added to the moment as you pressed further into him, asking him to take more.

He did.

His hands were rough, but not unpleasant as they trailed along your body. They had the marks of healed scars. Not to mention the blood of those who chose to cross him. They were everywhere and all at once. Your breasts, your neck, your waist, your ass. He kneaded where he knew you yearned for more and tenderly stroked the areas in between. You struggled to keep up as his hips pushed into yours, his own yearning making its presence known.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You managed to say between heavy breaths, Rio’s mouth attaching to your neck and sucking near your throbbing pulse.

“Why not?” He mumbled into your skin, hands unwilling to slow down.

“Things will get complicated.”

He pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen pout.

“Yeah, they will.” He said with a chuckle, that devilish smirk staring back at you.

It was all a blur after that.

Limbs intertwined together as you worked on the buckle of his pants while he pushed your dress up and over your hips this time. He harshly pulled the lace away, the elastic snapping against your thighs as it got caught before making its way to the floor. Your mouths didn’t separate, not even when he lifted you onto the counter. He pulled one side of your dress away, exposing the matching bra you wore underneath. Your pebbled nipples called to him and he responded, massaging the flesh with expert precision. You moaned and writhed like a woman possessed. Like a woman that hadn’t been laid in two years.

“Feels good?”

The roughened gravel of his voice made your walls spasm, the hint of self-assuredness causing a wave of arousal to seep from within you. You could only nod, wordlessly pleading with him to continue on. His touch ventured south to your spread thighs. You widened them, allowing him access to the place you needed him the most. He didn’t disappoint.

His fingers were long and probing as they penetrated your sex, slipping easily in. You gasped at the fullness, the stretch around him making your eyes squeeze shut. He let your body guide him as he rubbed at your clit, his fingers curling against your walls.

“I’m...god...I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, only somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of your climax.

He worked hard and faster. Your nails dug into his back, your mouth landing on his shoulder as you struggled to not cry out. You bit down when the euphoria of orgasm washed over you, trapping his hand within you. He could feel every tremor he brought forth as you shook in his arms. It felt like it lasted for hours, your body unwilling to let the feeling be a fleeting moment in time.

“You still with me?” He asked, lips pressed to your temple.

You nodded, hissing when he removed his fingers from the confines of your body. You watched, feeling as if you were in a daze. He shifted his pants and boxers down, revealing his length to your ravenous eyes. The hand that had been so deeply embedded in you now wrapped around himself. He was long and hard, as rigid as his hands. You felt like a moth to a flame, hand reaching out to feel if he was real. He was.

You swiped your finger over the tip of him and were overcome with wanton pride at feeling the moisture that sat there. His jaw clenched in a way that you’d only ever seen him do in anger. He didn’t allow you to continue. In an instant he was wedged between your thighs, his body already pushing into your waiting sex. Even with the climax from his fingers, he was a tight fit. You both expelled breaths, his a mumbled curse and yours a throaty moan. You shut your eyes as a new burst of pleasure radiated from your core and traveled up your spine. There was only a brief moment of intimacy as he sat unmoving within you, letting your body adjust to him.

It was short-lived.

“Fuck...” He cursed as he began to fuck you into the counter, hands holding your hips in place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lavished yours with kisses and bites, each thrust of his hips causing his teeth to graze your skin. The chill of the marble countertop beneath your bare ass cooled your overheated skin. You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood as he filled you over and over, each pass making your walls accept more of him. He was deep and hitting that gloriously elusive spot that sat within your womb. 

He cupped your breasts while you scraped your nails down his back, hearing him growl in response. The sound made you yearn to hear more. So, you did something you’d always wanted to do...you licked the ink on his throat. You decorated his skin with tantalizing kisses, your tongue aiding your actions. He shivered against your lips, the reaction making your walls clench around him. He was, at least for the moment, a slave to your ministrations. And it was a high unlike any drug you’d ever encountered.

It was animalistic fucking at its finest. He hit every nerve, soothed every ache. The union of your bodies was enough to send you sailing off the proverbial cliff, but his touch kept you tethered to solid ground, longing for more. He rocked his hips mercilessly into you, making your back arch at an almost painful angle.

“Right there, huh?” He teased, feeling you squeeze around him in raw desire. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

You whimpered and tensed when he savagely rubbed your swollen clit, forcing your legs to tighten around him. He laughed, the sound ominous in your ringing ears. You could only hold on as he delivered the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You spread your thighs wider, trying to get him closer than humanly possible. You opened your neck up to him, letting him have access to your bare flesh. You wanted him all over you and leaving a scorching trail of hunger in his wake.

It was manic. It was frenzied. It was passionate. And it all combined into a seductive elixir that made fireworks burst from within.

“Shit...I’m cumming.” You warned, feeling him double his efforts. Every muscle went taut with blinding pleasure as that coil finally snapped. You felt weightless, and yet the firm body still driving into your depths made you feel sublimely solid. And whole. More whole than you’d felt in the entirety of your marriage.

It was on the tail-end of your climax that Rio found his. His hips stuttered as he grunted and groaned, releasing himself into you and painting your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs while his face burrowed into your chest and neck. It was as uninhibited as you’d seen him. And you were addicted to the sight. 

You both heaved with shallow breaths, the exertion of each of your climaxes literally taking the air from your lungs. The room smelled of sex and instant regret as you straightened in Rio’s arms. He separated from your body, eyeing you as he redressed. You shifted your dress back together to cover your bra, the mess between your thighs preventing you from closing them completely. 

Before you could say anything, Rio reached up and cradled your cheek. He played with your bottom lip, his thumb once again finding the appendage. His eyes took in every part of you, as if he hadn’t fucked you senseless seconds before. He licked his lips in that dangerous way that let you know his thoughts were on more than just money.

“Business is good?” He asked, warm palm still pressed to your cheek.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool, cool.” He nonchalantly replied, hand leaving your face as he stepped back from your debauched body. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said with a nod, pushing your dress further down over your thighs, a lame effort to protect any modesty you might’ve still possessed. He smirked at the action.

“Might wanna clean up the mess.” He said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, hands gesturing to the remaining fragments of ceramic that still littered the floor but eyes locked solely to the spot between your legs. The place he knew he’d left a part of himself.

You bit your lip and nervously played with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes bore into you. Despite still being fully dressed, you felt naked to him. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You hated it.

He retreated, facing you as he walked backwards towards the front door. You watched him from over your shoulder, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation. 

“And lock your door from now on. All kinds of madmen running around these streets.” He quipped, eyes lighting up at his own joke.

He was gone as fast as he’d arrived, causing havoc and then leaving without a second thought. The door closed with a crisp click at his exit, the house now feeling bare without his foreboding presence.

You didn’t move from your spot. You remained on the counter, Rio still leaking from your walls and your dress still disheveled despite your best efforts. Your mind raced with thoughts, each one riddled with panic. His unexpected visit left you with more questions than answers, all of which were tinged with fear. What did this development mean for you? Did it actually mean anything? Or was he simply taking what was so obviously laid out in front of him?

Did it matter?

No. It didn’t.

Because although he may have indulged your craving, your appetite was far from being fulfilled.

[buckysboobs]

Hey Zee! Maybe you know this already but Jessica Szohr has a GG podcast ///// off topic but i truly find it almost sad how the GG cast is still so attached to the show, the only ones who managed to break free are blake and seb but i wouldn't count seb because he wasn't a main character in gossip girl

well it's predictable though isn't it? none of the actors in the show could actually make it big and it's the most successful thing they're in so they take evey opportunity they can to milk it, seb wasn't even a main or recurring character but still managed to make a name especially after marvel but the rest of the cast is still going to use that chance to gain supporters or clout or relevance through the people who still watch that show or are attached to it. as seb said, the gossip girl fans are really loyal

[twiddlebirdlet]

This fandom stays paranoid. Relax everyone and enjoy the drama free period we are experiencing. Cause I'm sure Chris won't stay single or appearing single for forever. But congrats to Harry and Olivia if it's real.

More Anons:

“Chris is an actor in Holywood. PR is a part of his job tho... PR relationships too, sadly.“

“I think (I hope) Chris realizes that it would be irresponsible to be pulling PR stunts like that to try to get the GG nomination. Things are still terrible in the US right now (and the UK, since the anon mentioned London--we're on lockdown til mid February at least). Hopefully he'll just stick to thirst traps and Dodger pics and maybe some charity stuff.“

“CE will do more PR pap walks or dating or whatever the studios/producers require. These “arrangements” are in the contracts. If NF wants him seen with ADA or another actress(es) for TGM, he’ll have to oblige. I wouldn’t be surprised to see it unfold around or after the time primary starts.“

“Please don't say it too loud 🤣🤣 these things popp up unexpectedly, without any warning. Everytime we are happy that it isn't our fandom we'll be hit back at some point 🙈“

“I personally expect him to do one. Idk why I feel that way. It wouldnt surprise me at all. Although I feel like with how large his production is, a pap walk would not fare well. And who knows what precautions he will have to take in terms of bubbles. I would think Netflix for the Gray Man might be stricter than Dont Worry Darling.  “

“I think after the backlash he got with LJ and I think him and Megan are done with the romance PR and sticking with posting content to get that PR “

“oh man, from your lips to god's ears. I don't want to see a fake pr relationship w chris because it's just so lazy and predictable and trite. He has shown he can get good pr in other ways. He doesn't need to play that game.“

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Luckily, Chris does pap walks rarely, but they happen. If he’s going to do one, I could do with another one where he’s just walking Dodger on the streets of Los Angeles. That would be nice.

[choicesenthusiast]

Open Heart 2, Ch. 18 AKA Many A Montage

What happened this week:

Esme is at her limit, because she’s breaking down every time we see her. Still no update on the situation, because everyone involved is withholding information from everyone, herself included. But she’s not the only thing breaking down. The hospital is as well.

Aurora, the fool, returns to Edenbrook in a last-ditch attempt to help out before closing. I love her to a fault, that was a silly move. Patients can be found anywhere. Staffing positions cannot. GG to that one open Kenmore spot. Am I heartless for saying this?

The hospital has diverted all its resources into the free clinic, so the grind is on, allowing for some friendly competition and wrapping up loose ends.

Rafael, on the other hand, isn’t doing so hot, as when he attempts to help out when he can, he nearly faints. Funny how he’s experiencing all the side effects of near-death, yet MC’s been inhumanly healthy. I know Raf got the brunt of the attack, but it’s like MC’s been replaced by a robot.

Mitch returns to the hospital, but not in the way you’d expect. This dude had an unfriendly encounter with a soup can, attempted to stitch up his hand, and since that didn’t work out, had to get them fixed by his former mentor, whom he once took advantage of. He’s trying to be apologetic, but I can’t help but laugh at the irony.

Activate Big Bro Bryce once again, this time to drop Keiki off at her boarding school in Connecticut. We were given a hint of the gem of older sibling teasing, but that was mostly overshadowed by Soft Bryce and Street Racer Bryce.

Take a break from the grind and head for a night out with the gang to avoid the impending doom of heading your separate ways. Thanks to the power of friendship and alcohol, Elijah exposes a traitor, Jackie leaks, and everyone reminisces about Bobby and Danny for the first time since the 2 very important chapters that they were present. I’m surprised nobody straight up walked (or rolled) off the helipad.

Leland Bloom returns requesting we join forces one last time to diagnose his wife. Of course, no other hospital is able to diagnose her, so we’re their last resort, just as they are ours. How poetic.

Thoughts:

Since this chapter was mostly just montage scenes, when shall I expect the miniseries on what happened in between these time jumps? Because there’s no way relationships would have stayed the same with emotions and stress running that high. Where’s the holiday fluff? Where’s the group bonding that we all know and love? Robbed again.

Well, not robben entirely, because the small moments with our LIs.

Can someone please check on Raf? Is he doing ok??? We’re just going to breeze over the fact that he was gonna faint? Please let us check up on him.

Catching up with the interns is the funniest part of this book. One of them’s being sued for potential assisted suicide, one is either handling himself fine or a complete mess depending on how much you’ve coddled him, one’s lost a fight with a soup can, and among all of that, intern of the year goes to regular old Gary, who’s done nothing but his job this whole time. Gary Garrison, I’ve underestimated you. Truly living his best life.

What are the predictions for this one, y’all? Leland’s gonna Deus Ex Machina and save all our asses like I always thought would happen? Will the hospital close and we all go our separate ways? Will we somehow still merge with Kenmore? Who knows? Certainly not me.

[simpingforthehunt]

Eilu v’ Eilu

For the last addition of this (at least until S2) I’m formatting it a little differently. A lot of twists and turns happened in this episode. Some were predictable and others were shocking. I want to touch on those the most. I have a lot of thoughts on one specific twist, so that’ll take up most of it.

Masterlist

Warnings:

Antisemitism (obviously), Spoilers for the show

We’re going backwards with the twists because most of them are fairly short with my ~analysis~ but here we go. 

What the hell is up with Harriet?

We’re shown throughout the season that her loyalty is split, and we think she’s against the N@zi’s. And then they pull a fucking “the Queen is dead” shit about the Colonel and I’M CONFUSED. I don’t really have any theories with that but if anyone does please feel free to put in your two cents. I’m genuinely curious!

Why did they specifically kidnap Joe?

I have nothing to add to this question, but I just want to know why Joe specifically. 

Millie and Elizabeth:

I 100% think Millie is going to recruit The Hunt in her little N@zi hunter crew and if they don’t go down that path I’m still interested to see what happens. 

Eva Braun and Ad*lf H*tler:

I HATE that they brought H*tler back to life. I really do. As for the Colonel being Eva Braun? Gotta say, I am a fan of that. It, however, would’ve been more interesting to have her husband STAY DEAD and that be her motivation to start The Fourth Reich. 

Al Pacino’s character Meyer is really The Wolf:

I’ve seen many people call this twist lazy. That’s fair, although I think that’s the wrong word. “Predictable” would’ve been a better word for it because it honestly was when you think about it. The reason I don’t think it was lazy was because of the amount of foreshadowing they put into the show from episode 1 to the reveal, and the amount of evidence behind it. This episode in particular really led up to the moment and the lead up was smooth. 

My point in this is that it would’ve been lazy if they had decided the plot twist at the last minute (like Gossip Girl with the GG reveal - that was definitely decided at the last minute), but there’s clear evidence it was a plan from the beginning. One of my favourite scenes that showed 1977 Meyer isn’t who he says he is, is the scene between Ruth and Meyer at the beginning of episode 10. Through Ruth’s body language (turned to him and open but closed off at the same time), to her facial expressions (eyes slightly narrowed, her smiles held suspicion, and she didn’t stop studying his every move and word), to her tone of voice (held a subtle bit of malice which slowly came out even more), I feel like it was the perfect hint. 

Think about it: the real Meyer, as traumatized and scared and closed off as he was, trusted and loved Ruth unconditionally. He wouldn’t have just up and left her. He wouldn’t stay away from her for 30 bloody years. He might try and push her away, but Ruth is EXTREMELY stubborn and wouldn’t let that happen. He’d stay by her side. Ruth always held a suspicion that the Meyer she reconnected with was really the Wolf, and it is clear when you look closely. 

Plus, The Wolf killed Meyer in his bed. There would be a bloodstain, and therefore Ruth would figure it out pretty quickly. She never believed that note.