#he loves him hes obsessed with him hes so good to him and hes breathtakingly beautiful

[alien-bottle]

Hes like a piece of art

Is he paying attention to what hes saying? Hes certainly trying

[blackynsupremacy]

NICHOLAS BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR BOOBS HEADCANONS

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: nicholas can’t enough of your boobs.

contains: sfw and nsfw (18+) so minors dni! established relationship, nicholas being a simp, nicholas being a pervert, making out, mention of smut, ambiguous unprotected/protected (it’s up to the reader), oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), riding, major love to your titties, nipple sucking/biting, food play, ice play, slight breeding kink, praise kink, mention of sending nudes, cuddling, aftercare.

taglist: @stereotypicalbarbie @sabrinasopposite @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @supaprettyg @xoxoglittergossip @hnch33rios @tryingtograspctrl @gxuxhdjdu @simply-the-best23 @jkr820 @ellethespaceunicorn @camiesully

• your boyfriend nicholas loves everything about you.

• your mind, your soul, your heart.

• and of course, your body.

• one of his favorite parts: your boobs.

• the biggest simp to them thangs.

• it all started when he came over to your place for a dinner and movie night.

• ya’ll were gonna cook together, eat, and watch a movie. just kicking with each other, basically.

•when you opened the door, he peeped your usual lounge wear consisted of sweats and a white, ribbed tank.

• what he also peeped was that you didn’t wear a bra. you were a little confused on why he was blushing when he stepped inside.

• “because well, you know, you’re not wearing a…yeah.” he awkwardly gestured towards your figure and tried his best to avert his eyes.

• of course he believed you were this breathtakingly stunning woman who was indeed sexy as hell, but he didn’t want you to see him as a creep by any means.

• he respects you—a lot!

• when he told you why, you couldn’t help but laugh.

• “wait. what am i not wear—oh. ooohh!”

•you weren’t thinking of it that much because this was your house and you felt that comfortable around nicholas to walk braless around him. you reassured him this was just how you relax at home.

•you’d sometimes walk around shirtless, but that’s a story for later.

• from that day on, nicholas gained a bit of confidence regarding his love for your chest.

• it started out with you guys cuddling on the couch. his big wholesome self was laying on top of you with arms wrapped around you like a koala. his head rested on your torso, just a little below your chest.

• you didn’t mind. that’s your lil’ bookie butt!

•you and nicholas were laying in a comfortable silence. one hand massaging his hair, while the other was scrolling through your tiktok.

• “hmm…y/n.” he murmurs, nuzzling his head up closer. you spaced out a little and he called your name again a little louder.

• “yeah, nicholas?” you respond still paying attention to your scrolling.

• “there’s something i wanna try. would you be okay with that?”

• “yeah, sure, go ‘head.”

• nicholas took that green light to slide his large hands up under your shirt to softly caress the skin of your stomach, just taking his time and easing his way in.

• he was gonna make sure you’d stop scrolling once and for all and give him some attention.

•you thought he was just giving you an innocent body massage as you felt him move your shirt up your stomach.

•you giggled a bit when he sprinkled some sweet kisses along your navel.

• now you were starting to get confused. was he about to go down on you, right now?

•it was the complete opposite, nicholas was lifting that little ass shirt of yours higher and higher until your breasts were fully exposed to him.

•the girls were sitting pretty and looked ready to be taken care of.

• with both hands, he grasps onto them. with a dark, focused vision, his fingers take time to knead, roll, and play around.

• “nick, baby, what are you—ah, shit.” your sentence was cut short when pressed his tongue flat against your nipple, giving it a deliberate lick before his lips surrounds it to give it a good sucking.

• nicholas felt smug as fuck when he heard the thud of your phone hit the floor. now both of your hands were caressing his head as you brought him in closer.

• he’s a cheeky little perv when it comes to your boobs.

• he sees your nipples as little hershey kisses.

• ya’ll could just be standing there and he’d just grab a titty with no logical reason.

•he likes to playfully bury his face in your chest.

• gives you a motorboat every once in a while.

• he loves when you cuddle right on top of him, so your chests would be pressed together.

• he’s a sucker for you when hug him from behind.

• bonus for when you hug him from behind and you’re both shirtless.

• your plush, soft chest pressing and rubbing against the hard, toned muscles of his back are an intoxicating sensation.

• besides those itty bitty tanks you wear, it drives him crazy when you wear bikinis, corset tops, and low cut dresses.

• girl, he’d be ready to give it to you if you wear any of that with one of his necklaces.

• especially his gold cross chain. he’d be ready to literally fold you.

• you’d sometimes send him pics of you covering bare chest with his necklace on to tease him.

• for your instagram post on halloween, you and him recreated the iconic, yet scandalous album cover from janet jackson’s 1993 self-titled album.

• it’s the one with your hands on your head and he’s concealed behind you with his hands covering your breasts.

• ya’ll went so viral that queen janet herself gave you a like, comment, and a follow.

•nicholas thought you were so cute while you were having a fan girling moment.

• ya’ll didn’t give two shits about whatever backlash ya’ll received.

• you just got followed by janet jackson, so nothing else mattered.

• he loves to see them thangs jump and jiggle.

• one time you jogged up to him to tell him something and this man kept staring at your chest like he’d been hypnotized after seeing them move like that.

• you’d have to be the one to bring him back down to earth.

• “nicholas, i’m trying to tell you something important. my eyes are up here, baby boy.”

• he’d nervously laugh and apologize, he felt so embarrassed. he swears up and down that he has better self-control.

• you reassured him that you were going to let him see them soon.

• when you guys work out together. he would notice the bounce of your boobs when you were running on the treadmill.

• or when you sweat, it leaves your brown skin glistening in that area.

• his nasty self don’t give a fuck, he wants to lick it.

• obviously gropes onto your breasts while you guys makeout.

• he loves when you whimper in his mouth as his grip gets more intense.

• you were playing him in pool. it was hot as hell, so of course you wore a fucking corset top.

• nicholas just watched attentively each time you bent over to hit the balls with your pool cue.

• his eyes couldn’t pull away as your breasts pressed flush against the table.

• you didn’t notice because of your competitiveness. you just wanted to kick nicholas’ ass in this game.

•well, you did.

• man was in such a titty tizzy, he fumbled the game.

• you couldn’t help, but to gloat and he was still happy for your win.

• plus, he got to see your boobs, so did he really lose?

• he sings your praises each time you expose yourself before sex.

• “fuck, my girl is so fucking beautiful.”

• “don’t you see what you do to me, y/n?”

• “please, let me make you feel good, sweetheart.”

•when he goes down south, one hand is intertwined with yours while the other is playing around with your nipple as his tongue brings you to euphoria.

• they’re one his favorite places to release on after you’ve given him the world’s best head.

• he goes fucking crazy when he sees it dripping down your nipples.

• loves to alternate between each boob. he wants to make sure the girls get equal tlc.

• pull on his hair harder, his nibbles turn to bites.

• to spice things up, he’ll have you decorate your boobs with whip cream, chocolate sauce, or icing for him to lap it clean.

• his personal favorite is circling an ice cube around your nipples to get them cold and erected before placing his hot tongue on each.

• he’s mesmerized by the way the girls bounce whether you’re riding him or you’re beneath him in missionary.

• if it’s in reverse cowgirl, he’d hold on to your boobs for dear life.

• if he’s taking you from the side, one hand is on your leg to angle it up while the other gripping onto your chest.

• sometimes he’d just sit back and watch. he’d enjoy the show with his hands behind his head.

• or if he’s in a sentimental mood, he’d hold you by the waist and bring your chests as close as possible until you both become undone.

• afterwards, he’d run you both a bath to soothe your worn out bodies.

• he gently massages your boobs with soapy hands while whispering about how good you make him feel and not just in a sexual sense.

• he’d want to get you pregnant to see your boobs grow even bigger.

• he’d dress you in a sheer, satin nightgown that he bought you.

• he you got seven of them in different colors.

• when you cuddle in bed, he loves to be the big spoon, so that he can slide his hand under your top to caress your erect nipple.

• boobs aside, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

[milkywaygalaxygurl]

The Go-Ahead - Art Donaldson

request: hiii could you do any plot/story/scenario where tashi knows art is interested/in love/infatuated or just attracted to reader so she gives him the green light as long as it’ll have him play tennis better … sorry if this doesn’t make sense or is weirdly specific i’m just a little obsessed with this scenario

i took some liberties with the personality of Y/N since it wasn’t specified, i made her shy and a little awkward because i could definitely see art falling for an adorably shy woman after being with tashi’s confident self for so long. i wrote this as the reader being female because gender wasn’t specified, but let me know if you’d like me to change it!! i personally really hate the way i wrote this and it’s definitely not my best, i honestly might rewrite it eventually because there’s kind of a lack of romance but i really hope y’all like it:’)

Pairing: Art Donaldson x Female!Reader

Warnings: thoughts of infidelity, probably swearing, suggestive words, idk if i missed anything else but yeah

Word Count: 2.2k

Description: Y/N caught Art’s eye the second she walked into the Stanford reunion Tashi had practically forced Art to attend. He couldn’t believe how breathtakingly beautiful she was or the fact that he was thinking this way about someone other than Tashi. Unbeknownst to Art, Tashi notices and forms a plan.

Art loved Tashi wholeheartedly, he always had and always would. Some part of him knew that Tashi would never love him as much as he did her, but he felt content knowing she chose him to spend her life with. Even if they fought about tennis and rarely spoke about anything else, Art never thought anybody could take his eyes off Tashi.

That is, until you walked into the venue the Stanford reunion was being held in. It’s almost as if his eyes were drawn to your presence entering the room, eyes immediately snapping towards you. His breath catches in his throat for a second, his eyes widening slightly. He lets out an awkward cough, nodding when Tashi asks if he’s okay.

He tries not to make it obvious when he glances back at you to catch another look, but Tashi notices and follows his line of sight. She has to force herself to hold back a scoff at first, but an idea quickly forms in her head. She studies you just like Art, noticing the way you give awkward smiles and how the flush in your cheeks never seems to lessen as you fidget awkwardly and stumble through small talk with former classmates.

You are beautiful, even Tashi can admit that, she doesn’t blame Art for allowing his eyes to wander (especially with the state of their relationship). As you move closer to the couple, Tashi suddenly realizes that she had a class with you all those years ago. You were kind to her after her knee injury, you weren’t the best of friends but you had taken notes for her while she missed class for physical therapy and always offered a helping hand when needed.

She glances at Art, noticing how his eyes are still trained on you. She chuckles slightly before making her mind up, looping her arm through Art’s and practically dragging him over to where you stand.

“Y/N! Hi, it’s so good to see you!” She plasters on a smile, chuckling slightly when you look at her wide eyed for a second. You were still the same shy girl you were back then, it had honestly always annoyed Tashi how unconfident you were.

“Tashi! Wow, you look amazing.” You smile at her after getting over your initial awkwardness, turning to look at Art for a second before looking back at her. Tashi clocks it immediately, but doesn’t let either of you know.

“Oh hush, look at you! I’m sure you remember Art, right?” She lays a hand on her husband’s arm, turning to look at him. He’s looking at you like a lovesick puppy and, in all honesty, it doesn’t bother her one bit.

“Yeah, of course! You guys were like the prodigies of our class, I think you guys are part of the very few of us who actually went on to make a name for themselves.” You chuckle, glancing at Art again.

It takes Art a minute to even speak, but his mouth finally starts to move as he holds a hand out to you. “It’s nice to meet you. Y/N, was it?”

You shake his hand softly, nodding your head. “I helped Tashi a little after her knee injury, I’m honestly surprised she even remembered me!” Chuckling awkwardly, you take your hand back and hope he didn’t notice how sweaty it was.

Tashi pretends to notice something across the room, apologizing profusely and saying she’ll be right back. When Art tries to follow her, she shoos him away and tells him to stay talking with you. He tries not to seem too excited at the idea, but the way he turns around quickly gives him away.

Art notices the way you fidget with the rings on your fingers and the way your eyes dart around awkwardly as if you’re looking for the nearest escape. He honestly thinks it’s adorable, but tries his best to help you feel less awkward by starting a new conversation.

“What was your major?” He asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. The question seems to ease the tension, your eyes lighting up as you smile.

“Originally it was Journalism but after I realized that I’d have to interview people, I very quickly switched to just having English as my major. I wrote a few books that didn’t get as much attention as I hoped they would, so I’m an editor for a magazine now.”

“It’s actually kind of crazy, the last thing I edited was a column about you.” You smile at him, trying to ignore the way your heart skips a beat when he smiles in return.

“All good things, I hope?” He asks, making you nod your head quickly as you jump to reassure him.

Tashi never returned to the conversation despite swearing she would and you talked with Art for what felt like hours. Before you knew it, you were laughing like old friends and the conversation was flowing nicely. You catch yourself wondering what it would be like if you had met him all those years ago, if maybe he’d have had a crush on you before he dated Tashi.

You knew it was wrong to think that way about a married man, but you rationalized it out by saying they were just thoughts. Truly, that’s all they were. You would never try meddling in a relationship that seemed as strong as theirs. You didn’t realize how long you’d been talking until you glanced down at your phone, your mouth falling open in shock.

“We’ve been talking for so long!” Turning your phone around to show Art the time, his own mouth falls open too before splitting into a grin.

“I really hate to say this, but I really have to go. I have to go into work early tomorrow and I really need to get a good night’s sleep beforehand.” You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and Art swears he felt his heart skip a beat.

“That’s alright, I really enjoyed talking to you. Let’s go find Tashi and we’ll walk you out, we should get going too.” He looks around for a second and almost immediately spots Tashi, pointing her out to you so you two can make your way over.

You say an awkward goodbye once you’re at your car and before you step in, Tashi is calling out to you for your number. “We should keep in touch! We can all go out for drinks sometime.”

You give it to her, honestly a little startled she wanted to keep in contact. You exchange another goodbye before driving off, hoping it wouldn’t be too long before you see Art again.

It took Tashi all of two seconds to turn to Art with a raised eyebrow. “You seemed to really like her.” Her voice is deadpan, her arms crossed.

“Wh- What do you mean?” He looks at her wide eyed, like a child who’s been caught. She chuckles, shaking her head.

“I saw the way you looked at her when she walked in and the whole time you guys were talking, I’m not stupid.” Art gaps at her, his mouth opening and shutting a few times.

“Art, I don’t give a fuck. Why do you think I asked for her number?” He’s still gaping at her, trying to find the right words.

“You’ve been playing like shit, you can’t deny it. She made you the most excited I’ve seen you in a while. If she’s what it takes for you to play good again, I don’t care if you fuck her. Hell, you could enter a full blown relationship with her and I wouldn’t care if it means you play better.”

Art tries to defend himself, tries to say he would never do that to Tashi, but part of him is excited at the prospect of her giving him the go-ahead. After lots of convincing and back and forth between them, Art decides to just go for it. You guys all hung out after that night a few times, but eventually Tashi was always “busy” and it turned into just you and Art going out for drinks or watching movies. It wasn’t until after a few months of these hang outs when Art decided to bring up the idea to you.

“I know this is a really strange offer, but I really just need you to hear me out before you say anything.” His words make you raise an eyebrow as you turn to look at him. You notice how nervous he seems, his thumb rubbing the ring on his finger.

“I find you attractive, I honestly really like you. I know I’m married to Tashi, but her and I have honestly been going downhill for months. All we ever talk about is tennis, she barely even wants to touch me anymore. I- I know it’s strange, but she gave me permission to pursue something with you. If you’re interested, that is.”

You stare at him for a second, your face void of any emotion. “Did she really give you the okay or is this just some manipulation tactic? Because you know how I feel about cheating.”

He nods his head quickly, “If you want, you can talk to her about it. We’ve been discussing this since the night I met you, that’s why these hang outs eventually turned into just you and I.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want this, but you didn’t want to enter into something that would inevitably cause pain for all parties involved.

“So, what, I’m just supposed to fuck you and then let you go home to your family? I can’t do that to myself, Art.” In the months that you’d been hanging out with Art, your shyness slowly disappeared and he got to see the more confident side of you. He couldn’t deny that it made him like you all the more.

“I-I mean, if you really wanted to, we don’t have to just do that. We could be in a relationship, I could stay with you some nights and go home for Lilly other nights. I don’t want you to think I just want to use you, because I don’t want to. You’re amazing, Y/N. These past few months have been so nice, I love just getting to sit with you and not having to talk about tennis or training. You make me feel normal, like I’m not just a puppet.”

You rub your forehead again, closing your eyes to think. “We can do this, but all three of us need to sit down and discuss boundaries. We need to do this right.”

Art’s face breaks out into a bright grin, his hands reaching for your own. “That’s fine with me, thank you for giving this a chance.”

The next day, you found yourself having the awkward sit down with him and Tashi to discuss boundaries. It took nearly the whole day, but eventually things were settled. With the weight of that off your chest, you felt comfortable starting something with Art.

Months went by and your love for Art only grew deeper. He was so kind and attentive, always making sure you were still okay with the arrangement and that you felt cared for. You feared the dynamic would be weird, but you often saw Tashi and even met Lilly a few times. Things were going amazing and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

It was nearly six months into your relationship the first time Art told you he loved you. You were lying in bed, the TV casting a glow in the otherwise dark room. Art was cuddled into your side, his head resting on her chest and his arm wrapped tightly around you. As he listened to the sound of your heartbeat and felt your chest move with every breath you took, he realized just how glad he was to have met you that night. He had gotten better at playing, he felt more loved than he had honestly ever felt with Tashi, and he was truly and utterly content with his life.

“Y/N?” He whispers your name, propping his head up on your chest to look at you. You look down at him, running your fingers through his hair as you smile softly at him. You hum softly to let him know you’re listening, it was something you did often that made Art’s heart skip several beats.

“I love you, truly. I’m so glad I met you and I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.” His words make you smile, your cheeks heating up as you lean down to give him a million kisses.

“I love you too, my sweet boy.” Art grins at you, sitting up so he can kiss your face. You giggle at the feeling, grabbing his face to pull him in for a real kiss. You were truly so grateful for Art and your relationship, and you were grateful for Tashi allowing it. This was the happiest you’d been in years and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[roo-bastmoon]

Our "Why"

If you want to manifest something, you've got to feel the feelings of it already being a reality, until it is made real.

I know why I stream and buy and share tutorials and vote like an unhinged obsessed person, even though I have crazy work and school deadlines.

It's because this very kind-hearted, highly intelligent, extremely talented, breathtakingly humble young man needs to know.

He needs to KNOW his Hot100 wasn't a fluke. It wasn't bots. It wasn't stream farms. It wasn't random luck.

He needs to know that no matter how many haters (online or in the industry) try and mess with him, we have his back. We will show up.

Next week, during that short window of time when soldiers get to look at their cell phones, he should lie down on his bed, open up that screen, check to see how things went, perhaps a little nauseated with nerves...

And see nothing but pure love and triumph! High charting. Sales that make him untouchable. Reviews that rave about his vision and his skill.

He should know in the marrow of his bones.

The thousands of hours of practice, of going back to the basics, of having a hand in every element of design, the physical and mental strain, the raw, aching fatigue--it was all worth it. He's seen. He's appreciated. He's understood.

I do all this because I want a good person to KNOW they are loved for being good. That despite all the corruption and heartache in this world, good things still happen to good people.

I don't want to brag to antis or other kpop stans. I don't want to crow about Jimin's accolades because I feel superior or more powerful. I don't want to feel like *I* accomplished something, here.

I want to be able to sleep peaceful when this done, sure that we all did our best, gave every inch, crossed every barrier, stayed the course and kept going...

All to get Jimin safely landed so securely in success that no one questions his value or his artistic choices ever again -- least of all him.

Do you know your Why?

Manifest it.

[kigieri]

Second Fiddle

Lando Norris × Reader

Insecurity can eat you from the inside out. Lando is experiencing pressure from all sides, communicating to his girlfriend about it, however, is another monster altogether. She will have to show him love and support and be insistent so he may talk about his problems.

A/N: This fic was written during the summer break.

This story on AO3.

He stretched and saw her in his peripheral vision. He took her in while turning his head. She stood at the door, in a breathtakingly blue dress, some glitter covering the skin that was showing, her hair nicely done. "I see I have to share you with the Sim again. Let me not turn into Kelly, will you? She may accept the Sim as her counterpart in the relationship, but I won't." Her smile was tight. She joked to cover her annoyance. "I don't think I have ever heard her complain about it seriously. She's just fine with how things are." Lando chuckled nervously. One had combing through his hair. "Yeah, Max also doesn't forget date nights." Her voice was curt. "You have enough time to get ready. We'll make it in time for the reservation." She looked pointedly at the Sim rig. "But we're talking about your work when we come back."

The door fell into its hinges behind them. Lando toed off his shoes before dumping her handbag, which he had been carrying, on the sofa and letting himself fall right on top of it. She picked up his shoes, took off her own and placed them nicely under the coat hanger. "I did not find this date that exhausting." She stepped next to the couch. His eyes raked up her legs, all the way to her face. She was smiling, as he had anticipated from her voice, and she leaned down to ruffle his hair lightly.

"It's summer break, Lando." She sat down next to his head, continuing to lightly massage his skull. "We're going on vacation in a few days and work and the Sim are still at the forefront of your mind." She turned his head upwards, so he had to look at her. He turned onto his back, manoeuvring her purse out from underneath himself and dropping it on the floor. "I know. I just want to be ready to step back into the car." She nodded. "You're second in the standings. You have won a race." She leaned down to kiss his lips. "I know you won't be satisfied until you're first, but let's enjoy the break. You can jump right back in when we are back, okay?" He nodded. "Yeah..."

He may have said he would enjoy himself but she knew his head was still in the garage. His mind racing around a circuit or analysing data even while sitting next to the pool.

The air was humid and they had enjoyed a fabulous Greek dinner, there was little better in the world for her than warm goat cheese with walnuts and honey. Now she leaned against the railing of their little balcony, overlooking the sea. Lando was inside the hotel room, sitting in front of his tablet and, even though he tried to hide it, she knew exactly what he was looking at. Time flew by while she was watching the waves. She was ripped out of her musings by arms encircling her waist.

Lando planted a kiss on her neck before laying his chin on her shoulder. "Why are you standing out here? I thought you wanted to go to bed." She nodded lightly, not looking away from the water. "Is the data different from yesterday, or the day we arrived?"

He froze for a second. "I.. ehm..." He swallowed. "They send me stuff from the factory." She hummed. "That's what I thought. Is that where your head is? While I'm trying to have a nice vacation with you?" He sighed. "I'm sorry. The second half of the season is important."

She turned around in his arms, facing him. "I know. I do not feel neglected because your focus is your work. I knew that before we started dating." She raised her hand to rake it through his hair. "I'm concerned about you because this exceeds your normal level of obsession." He could not suppress a small smile, she knew him well and that felt good. She continued after a moment. "Your head is not really there either. I know that too. You're staring off while sitting in front of the tablet, you'll get that faraway look while we're out. I want to know what that is about. I wish to help you, Lando." Her hand had come to rest on his cheek.

He had looked at her face while she spoke but now his gaze strayed to the ocean behind her. "I need to be the best I can be." She nodded. He did, however, not continue, so she spurred him on a bit. "Why Lando? To beat Max, or is there more?" Her second hand had found its place on his bicep and squeezed lightly. "I have to beat Oscar."

That was not new information to her, but she was surprised by the tone he said it in, more determined than he normally spoke about the comparison between him and his teammate. "If he is better they will favour him, no matter my standing in the championship. Webber made more than sure of that." She swallowed. "You think they're going to put him first?" His gaze returned to her eyes and, with some hesitation, he nodded.

"Oh Lando..." She let the hand from his face glide behind his head and pulled him towards herself, letting him slide into the crook of her neck. "He is a great driver and I'm sure Mark as his manager has made that contract solid as steel, but you're the face of the team, you're Zak's priority. That may not be official, but that is how it is. And yeah, Oscar may not care much for your championship, but he can't mess up his chances with the team or you if he wants your continued support."

Lando listened and stayed quiet, simply breathing her in for some time. When he stood straight again his eyes were slightly glazed. "I'm afraid I'm gonna run it into the ground. That it's not gonna be the team's fault, or Oscar's, but mine." She nodded, wiping under his eye to catch a tear. "It will be a hard fight. Max is a good driver and Oscar is too, but you have made it this far. You are the second best right now. Even if you don't win it this year, you have shown your worth and you're going to win in the future."

He nodded, not fully convinced but reassured by her words. "Let us go to bed, shall we?" She asked. Neither of them had let go of the other. Lando let his arms slide down her sides and stepped back to turn around towards their room. She turned back towards the ocean again, just to look at the waves once more, before also walking into the room. He had already started undressing when she came in. "I would like it if you talked to me about these things. We support each other." His nod was almost not noticeable. "It is hard, and I will ask again if I notice something, but I don't want you to be alone with this." This time his nod was more vigorous. "I will try." He looked at her, smiling crookedly. She nodded. "Thank you." She walked the few steps towards him and gave him a short kiss.

@kigieri 2024. All rights reserved. Do not copy, steal, translate or repost any of my work.

[ohtheewhorer]

Dale “Longlegs” Kobble x Clingy/Dom Gf!Reader

I can’t stop thinking about how tragic Dale’s life was and how it ended in the movie… (828 words)

So we know that Oz Perkins made Dale a very layered character with one of those layers being that, aside from being so evil, he’s a very sad and lonely old man.

Dale is definitely so used to being feared and avoided that it’s natural for him to be alone for long periods of time. He never goes out much unless it’s to run some errands for himself or Satan. At home, he’s either making his dolls, singing and head-banging to his music, or straight up talking to himself.

Then, you come along. Probably as roommates or maybe you’d eventually move in to his home after sometime of dating. You and Dale instantly click because your interests align. You both love music, crafts, dressing up and such. Not to mention you’re an absolute angel in his eyes; bubbly, full of heart, and always willing to see the good in others. And you’re also very perceptive and could easily identify that Dale is in desperate need of someone who’ll care enough about him. The world’s so ostracizing of misfits and he’s been casted aside for so long that he’s not only accepted it but embraced it to the point where he simply does not care to conform.

But you don’t ever wish for him to conform. You love the way he is and despite what he may say regarding his insecurities of his appearance ‘fading’ youth, you find him so breathtakingly beautiful and you only wish he could see it. The only ways in which you’ve expressed this is by being so doting and loving to him.

The way you’d hang on his every word, hold him, sometimes clinging to his side even when he’s busy working in the basement, or telling him he’s beautiful and that you love him every chance you get, and, of course, in the way you kiss and make love to him.

At first, Dale’s probably uncomfortable and maybe a little annoyed, wondering why is it that you wished to be so close to him all the time. But give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s just not use to such sincere love like this and one day it legit makes him cry to the point where he’s sobbing so loud and you just end cradling him and telling him everything’s okay and that you’re here for him now.

No more were the days would Dale come home to a quiet and empty home because he’d barely get a foot through the threshold of his house before your jumping him and peppering his plump face with big wet kisses. No longer were there days or even weeks where Dale would go hungry, because you’d always whip him a good home-cooked meal making sure he’s well-fed and hydrated.

One day he’s home alone because your probably at work or out with friends, and these anxious feelings like the fear of abandonment would just hit him hard. He’s worried that you’ll leave him one day and he’ll be all alone again. That meant no more of your warm hugs, playing in his hair, or hearing your sweet voice singing to him. And whenever Dale gets scared, he does irrationally things. So he’s just planning ways he could keep you from ever leaving him like searching up ways to slowly brainwash you and make him be all that you need.

You learn of this tactic one day when he’s acting all suggestive and weird around you. Then, you stumble upon the collection of books he’s purchased that are about persuasion and other psychological things. And you simply laugh and feel so happy, telling him that you’re not going anywhere.

“Why else would I be stuck to you like glue, Dale?”You say. “I’m never leaving you and you’ll never leave me.” Because you’re just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

And you’d show him just how obsessed you are late in your shared bedroom where you bound his hands and legs to each post of the bed and ride him until he sees God. And even after he’s cum already 2 times, you push his limits and overstimulate him because you know he can take it. The squish and squelch of your combined fluids and symphony of moans gives you the great idea to record the noise as a gift for him to sample in a song he’ll make someday for you both to listen to.

Then for aftercare, you’d both soak in a nice hot bath and he’d lay against your chest while you shampoo his hair and lightly scratch his scalp. And you’d take the time to wash his body and really take your time admiring and caressing every part of him, handling his pretty cock with care. And it’s in that moment where he truly allows himself the freedom to bask in such wonderful treatment of him and maybe he doesn’t feel like he deserves it but you’re pretty damn convincing.

~All of this to say, I want to pamper and love on Dale *sigh*

[slytherinshua]

hi it's me again! hope ur day's been good, wasn't going to send more asks for a while since the last one but since you were asking for more soft thoughts AND make it magical this time, i had to 😣 thought of being like a village person who is very adamant that fairies exist and while strolling thru the field one day you just find yushi/sunoo laying there and surrounded by flowers and even tho u don't k anything abt him u make it ur thorough mission to accuse him of being a fairy and he's SOO mad at this bcuz not only were u rlly cute about it but he also was a fairy and he's not about to reveal himself bcuz he thinks ur cute 😭😭

SKDJKS STOP GOODBYE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE??? okok i'm gonna do yushi bcuz i love yushi but this is also reminding me of my jaehee fic im writing lmfao cause he is a fairy in that as well although its a stardew valley au not magical BUT YUSHI AS A FAIRY!! wc: 1k. genre/warnings: fairy au. reader is very excitable. not proofread and soft thoughts so it's very very messy be warned this is really just a jumble of thoughts.

fairies were always shrouded in secrecy, especially in your village which was right next to a forest thought to be home to many magical creatures. the village leaders banned anyone from going into the forest due to its dangerous nature, but you've always wondered about it. there were a few books on fairies, but all the information in them was unconfirmed and more speculation than fact. some even swore that fairies were completely made up and didn't exist in the real world, but you always liked to imagine that they did, and maybe they even lived among you.

so, ever since you were little, you started to imagine your own version of what fairies would be like. of course, they would be breathtakingly beautiful and gentle. they would have magical powers and glitter in the sunlight. their presence would be so harmonious and lovely that even butterflies would flock to their side. maybe they could grow flowers with the touch of a finger or could fly around with butterfly like wings? your imagination was truly endless, especially when you were little. but once you got to schooling age, you started to get made fun of for your obsession with the mythical creatures.

although you insisted that they were real, your classmates just laughed at the idea, telling you to not kid yourself with fictional fantasies. but no one was ever able to truly shut you up about the idea. you still daydreamed about fairies unabashedly, no matter what anyone else thought about them. to you, they were real.

after an annoying encounter with a guy in the village who seemed adamant on winning you over, you decided to take a stroll through the flower field to clear your head. cursing the guy under your breath wasn't helping as much as you would've liked. not only was he ugly, and full of himself, he was also downright rude. you definitely weren't going to let him sour the entire rest of your day.

pink, blue, and yellow flowers were blooming all over the field. butterflies and bees buzzed around happily, caring to the sweet-smelling blossoms. you saw that the butterflies seemed to keep flying to one particular spot in the field. it piqued your curiosity, so you made your way over to that part.

immediately, your fantasies about fairies came flooding back to your brain the second you saw the boy lying on the ground. his ginger hair lay over his forehead perfectly, and light freckles adorned his pink cheeks. he was simply beautiful. the second you saw him, your breath was completely taken away. you were sure that if fairies existed, he must be one of them.

"so you do really exist? you aren't just fantasy." a grin spread to your face as you mumbled under your breath. you had been trying to not disturb the sleeping boy, but his eyes flew open as the words left your mouth. maybe fairies had supernatural hearing?

the boy sat up hurriedly, "what? me?" he blinked in confusion, finger pointing back at himself in question. a butterfly landed on his hand and he gently swatted it away, face heating up in embarrassment.

he would've been upset at his nap getting interrupted, but one look at you and all annoyance dissipated. you were really pretty. as a fairy, he really should've been more worried about coming into contact with humans, but it was too late to think about that now. you had seen him, and it wasn't like a vanishing spell was going to last long enough for him to get back to the forest. plus, there was no way you would suspect that he was a fairy. most people didn't even believe they existed nowadays. he was surely safe-

"you're a fairy, aren't you!?"

oh.

his eyebrows furrowed, "no. fairies aren't even real, why would you think that?" gaslighting was never his strong suit, but it was worth a shot either way, right?

"can you do any magic? can you grow flowers?" you didn't seem to have even heard his attempt at refuting you, as you were quick to throw a flurry of questions at him. what scared him the most was how accurate they were. how did you know so much about fairies?

"n-no, i said i wasn't-" he stuttered, interrupted by you shoving a flower in his face.

"try fixing it." you said simply before pulling off some of the flower petals. yushi's heart clenched slightly at the sight. he so badly wanted to reach out and repair it. the poor flower didn't deserve to die. but that would mean outing himself. the risk wasn't worth it.

you sighed as the boy just stared at you blankly, "so you really aren't a fairy? then why do you look like one?" you sat down on the grass with him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

"how do you know what fairies look like? have you ever seen one?"

"well... no." you huffed in exasperation. he was right. "but you look exactly how one would expect fairies to look like! even butterflies can't stay away from you."

it was frankly unfair at how adorable you sounded trying to justify it, especially since yushi knew you were entirely right in your assumption. he could already imagine the look of pure joy and astonishment that would bloom on your face if you heard that he really was a fairy as you suspected.

would it really be so bad to reveal himself?

"what's your name, by the way? i'm y/n."

yushi thought for a second, weighing his options. he could tell you his name and that he was a fairy. he could tell you his name and leave you questioning whether he was a fairy of not. or, he could try to find a way out of the conversation altogether. he rather hated the last option. deciding that the second option was both the safest, and left him plenty of options, he went with it.

"...i'm yushi."

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[lover-of-small-things]

top 5 reasons you think i should watch riverdale go:

HI BESTIE ❤️❤️❤️ this is genuinely such a hard task because i have so many reasons. but for you i will narrow it down to five AND focus mainly on season one :

1) it's a creative writer's dream. the unreliable narrator is one of the main characters and his viewpoint molds and shapes the way the story is told. the dead boy in the river at the beginning of the show is an integral character to the story but we never see him speak. every character has a history that we only learn when it's forced out of them like pulling teeth. the town itself is alive and it is obsessed with the main characters and its love is so desperate and human that it destroys them. time is warped. every character experiences the story through a different genre. everyone is self aware and no one is aware of anything.

susan sontag might call riverdale the perfect representation of camp: it takes pleasure in the simple things; it unabashedly loves what it's doing; and it wholeheartedly makes references to what inspires it. you want a revelatory break? an open conversation with the impact of comic book legacy? an ongoing dialogue about the morality of creation? a consideration of the way literature and a love for/obsession with literature contours the way you view life? look no further. riverdale's got it all.

2) it's absolutely devastating. a boy drowns in the river and no one knows what happened to him, and no one ever really knew him except his sister, and no one is free enough from the thumb of authority to ask questions except for a bunch of kids. a little boy is groomed by his music teacher and he learns that his body is useless beyond its ability to take a hit and look pretty doing it. all he ever wanted to do was be a good son and a good friend and play guitar. a little girl is lied to and manipulated and alone and she thinks she's going crazy trying to play the part of the perfect daughter, the perfect sister, the perfect girl next door.

a little girl moves to a strange town where everyone hates her father, and she's lost and unmoored and trying to reinvent herself, and she's desperately trying to be good even as everyone around her chooses their history over her love. a little girl loses her twin brother and is lost, hated, and manipulated by her abusive parents while she desperately tries to figure out what in the world is happening around her, and she's so lonely. so lonely. a little boy, homeless and abused and hungry and cold, grapples for control while his life burns down around him, and turns to writing as a form of escape and a way to make sense of his world.

riverdale knows it's a lot sometimes. it knows it can be ridiculous. but underneath the glitz and glamor, you're left with a small fistful of breathtakingly real characters who you can't help but empathize with. who you can't help but love. who you can't help but to want to understand.

3) it's so fun! as heartwrenching as riverdale can be, one of its best parts is that it's simply so much fun to watch. there are musical episodes. there's a mafia movie plotline. and a gangster movie plotline. and a sci fi alien movie plotline. there are cults and evil dnd games and flashbacks to the 80s. the kids do ridiculous, grown-up things like meddling in murder investigations and uncovering hidden town truths, but they also go to prom and run the school newspaper and try out for the cheerleading squad and tackle stage fright and fight with their parents. they go to drive-ins! and perform in a talent show! and meet their friends' weird ass families!

there are episodes told like horror stories. episodes framed like comic books. episodes where stories and imaginations come to life. silly episodes, filler episodes, straight-up fun episodes. in this era of tight, eight-ep seasons that are meant to be a movie chopped up haphazardly so it can fit run times, who is doing it like riverdale?

4) it plays with the american gothic. this small town is corrupt to the core. it was built on violence and bloodshed and hatred. everyone thinks it's perfect. they're not all wrong; there are still legacies of love here despite the rot that runs through everything. the outsiders are the enemy. the outsiders are not the enemy, but it's easier to pretend they are so we don't have to confront ourselves. the nuclear family is not terrifying because it can be infiltrated by evil, it is terrifying because there is something inherently evil about it. when you anger the town, it traps you with an impenetrable fog. you can't trust your friends. you can't trust your parents. you can't trust the police. everyone knows everyone. you're trapped. you love it here. you should move. you can never really leave. this town loves you. it wants to eat you alive.

5) it's very silly. i'm weird i'm a weirdo. the epic highs and lows of high school football. word of my serving nick his comeuppance has made its way to the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with. it's not queerbaiting, it's saving the world. i'm training with the fbi and i'm coming for you, you psycho bitch. again, WHO is doing it like riverdale? my beloved riverdale my best friend riverdale. every single silly line from this show makes me so overwhelmed with fondness for it and you should join me so you can experience the absolute love i have for her too.

[alexanderlightweight]

hello! how you doing? thank you for your works ❤

this is for wensday prompt: jace and izzy going insane because they lost alec and meanwhile alec is chilling with prince of Edom and planning his wedding <3

i'm good thank you! i hope you are doing well too

thank you for the prompts <3

this is the alternate piece to vampire!alec fic called art of obsession and it's what would have happened if clary and the others had fucked up sooner rather than later. Alec ends up in Edom and Edom is very happy to keep him for Magnus who has been magiacally following him for a while

i hope you enjoy!

lumine

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“We don’t even know if she’s trustworthy!” Alec protests as Fray insists, they use Iris Rouse to find her missing memories. Memories that no warlock has heard mention of and only Rouse has been willing to look for. “Something else is going on Fray, you just can’t see it.”

“Go home and be a coward, Alec!” Fray yells back and Alec would happily leave her to her fate, except she’s got his little sister and Jace in her web and in the array and he can’t leave them to take the backlash by themselves. Which is the only reason he grudgingly gets into place, furious even as he lends his strength to the ritual.

“A price must be paid, to return your memories from the clutches of Edom, what will you give?”

“Anything!” Fray yells, like the imbecile she is, and Alec curses himself for getting talked into being a part of this ritual.

“You will each pay a price!” Rouse yells, “something you love will be taken from you and—” her eyes widen, and she pales as she drops to her knees. “Forgive me!” She screams into the whirling abyss of magic, “I did not know it belonged to you. Please, take what you will from the circle. Anything in my contract and power, I give it to you in return for sparing my life.”

Alec curses her betrayal, and he readies himself, expecting a demon to come through and instead the array lights up with magic. It’s tantalizing and breathtakingly beautiful and Alec has to remind himself to focus in a way he hasn’t had to since he was a child

It doesn’t hurt, not even when it’s coursing through his body like a current and Alec can hear screaming, but not the sound of his own voice. The ground seems to open up Alec sees flames reaching for him hungrily before darkness takes him and he knows nothing.

—

“So just what about you does Edom like so much?” Magnus hums as he goes to where Edom’s magic is greedily hoarding away a live sacrifice that she plucked from earth. “Show it to me.” He demands and he snaps his fingers until the magic sulkily parts.

 “Is that my—” Magnus trails off, shocked to see Alexander Gideon Lightwood lying in a writhing mass of Edomeic magic.  For a moment, Magnus considers pressing the issue but then he realizes that he has Alexander all to himself, in Edom, with no one to rely on but Magnus.

“Oh darling, we are going to have a lovely time.” Magnus promises as he picks up Alexander and carries him from Edom’s core where Alexander was lovingly stored. Edom has spent too much time twined with Magnus’ soul not to know who Alexander is. Magnus keeps far too many intimate and magical trackers on Alexander for any power he wields to mistake him. It means that when Alexander stepped into whatever ill-advised ritual he did, Edom recognized the taste of him and used the power at her disposal to claim him for her king.

Magnus settles Alexander in his own bed and wipes away the soot and sand and chalk from him with soft touches and lingering caresses.

While unharmed, there is no telling how disoriented Alexander will be upon waking, or if the magic caused him any pain. There’s nothing really to do but wait and Magnus summons the memories that the ritual was trying to take as well as the magicks sense memory of the event. 

It’s with a dark chuckle that Magnus watches and sees it go down and he knows exactly what happened. Rouse attempted to piggyback off the remnants of the ritual lingering in Clarissa’s mind, not realizing the signature belonged to Magnus. His magic would have seen the intrusion as a parasite and demanded payment in full and Edom had chosen Alexander to pay the price.

Brutally efficient and far less personally involved than Magnus’ first dozen plans.

Magnus now has his boy and Alexander has no way of leaving.

So, in Magnus’ opinion, things are going splendidly. It’s been a far less traumatizing experience for his boy than it could have been and Magnus is happy to keep him in Edom until the problems of earth fall into ash.

Magnus has no need for his seat of power on earth, especially not when he’s king of an entire realm in Edom.

—

“Alexander, how are you feeling?”

Alec blinks awake to gorgeous gold watching him with sincere concern and a hand holding his own firmly, but softly and he has to bite back the urge to lunge forward and hold the other close. It’s a visceral and deep reaction and he shudders, fingers clenching down to ensure his savior doesn’t leave him.

“Thirsty,” he gets out and he holds on stubbornly with a pout, determined not to be the reason the gorgeous man above him leaves.

“Well then, why I don’t I get you a glass.” His savior soothes and then magicks — he’s a warlock which is amazing, it means he doesn’t have to let go of Alec’s hand and that is very important for some reason Alec can’t remember — a glass of water into his free hand. He holds it with a straw up to Alec’s mouth so he can take slow, careful sips of the most delicious water he’s ever had. It’s cool and refreshing and it soothes the dry burn of his throat beautifully, so that he feels like he’s drank pure magic more than water.

“You were exposed to the salt plains of Edom for a few moments, sweetheart. It’s why you’re so thirsty. Come here, Alexander. Drink more.”

Alec hasn’t introduced himself and doesn’t know the other’s name, but he doesn’t care and he drinks deeply and even lets himself lean trustingly into the other because if this is death, it’s the sweetest embrace Alec’s ever known.

“Alexander, darling. Aren’t you a treasure—” he’s told as he slides listlessly towards the other and then lips are being pressed to the shell of his ear, “I’m Magnus Bane, darling.”

Something in him reacts to that name, to the power behind such a person but Alec can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s being taken care of so well.

“Magnus,” he murmurs and there is something devilishly intimate in being allowed to say such a powerful name.

“How I adore my name on your lips.” Magnus admits and the words make Alec shiver, because he’s worth so little but Magnus is holding him like he’s priceless.

“How did I even get here? I was, there was a ritual.”

“Yes, a warlock was trying to trick my magic. She wanted to endear herself to me undoubtedly, but she was going about it in a very wrong way. “

“Edom claimed you for me, Alexander. And the price for trying to steal from a king is steep.”

“So, I was taken as a sacrifice?” Alec asks, wondering why feels so very calm despite the danger he could be in.

“Actually, as a consort. We’re very compatible and all of my magic can tell and recognize such a thing.” Magnus tells him with a smirk and Alec finds himself forgetting all rationality and blushing because that’s not exactly what he thought Magnus was going to say and he doesn’t mind at all.

—

“We have to find another way. There isn’t a single warlock powerful enough to help us who will also risk getting involved in hell politics. No one is going to risk opening a portal to Edom.” Jace says hoarsely as he watches Clary grimly strike the last name off of their list.

“We can find someone else, someone not on the list!” Clary suggests and then winces, probably remembering that they’re still trying to fix the problems.

“Alec didn’t trust Rouse and you saw what happened, we need a better solution than this. Alec is Raziel knows where! For all we know, he could be in Edom itself! We don’t have time to be sitting around here.” Izzy is furious and it shows with the way she throws a dagger and Jace intervenes, getting it taken care of before it can hit Clary.

“We can petition the king of the East Coast.” Jace says slowly, face grimacing with the weight of such a stupid suggestion and Izzy’s hope curdles even as it flares.

“Yes, he would have the power. Wouldn’t he?”

“But Iz, you know deals with him are never straightforward and an audience alone comes at a heavy price. I don’t think we have the time for it.”

Izzy swallows and then nods, “then we go to the clave. We’ll use the possibility of the cup as leverage and the fact that Rouse purposefully made the ritual fall. She practically sacrificed Alec to whatever that demon was.”

“We can’t do that! I need the cup to find my mother.”

“Actually, we need your mother to find the cup.” Izzy reminds her, “we’re all just hoping that if we find the cup first, we’ll figure this mess out. That does not mean we’re going to leave my brother in some angel forsaken dimension that we can’t even track him to!” Izzy slams her fists down at the last part, “especially when you created this mess. So, help me Jace, if I lose Alec because of this.” And Izzy looks wrecked in a way Jace has never seen her and he winces, because it’s bad enough how much it’s affecting Izzy, but all Jace can think of is how many times he’s told Alec that ‘his best wasn’t good enough’ when it was the only thing getting their asses through bad situations safely.

Without Alec, Jace isn’t sure where to go now that no one has his back. He’s never had to face a situation where Alec didn’t come for him and Iz and Jace is finding that he doesn’t like it, his breath catching in his throat and he clears his voice roughly.

“Look, we’ll figure this out. We need to sleep okay; we can’t contact the clave like this. Hodge knows Alec is MIA, he has alerts out for him on the downlow, so the clave and Maryse don’t find out until we can make it work. Okay?”

Clary and Iz both nod and Jace hopes he’s making the right call as he sends them and himself to bed, his hand clenching around his hilt and he wonders if Alec is even still alive.

[facelesswoman666]

Ren’s Knights

Kylo x female reader. ✨

18+ kylo ren fic, including the knights of ren and a lot of smut. The use of pet names. Kylo being a dick, but a really hot one.

Minors DNI

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The knights hadn’t dared lay their eyes on your form, not once, as breathtakingly beautiful as it was. You were his property, his wanton pet that doted happily on his every whim, and he dismissed the fact of your obsession, addressed it as merely a useful factor in his selfish possession of you. He consumed your every thought, not a moment passed by when his body didn’t distract you.

They overheard you screaming out, your lewd noises, escaped from your throat as he closed his large hands around it, to restrict you firmly in place in the shower. No crevice of their shared living space was exempt from the echoes of your pleasured sounds. The resounding of the harshness of his thrusts and the brutality of the pace he set into you. If not for the patter of the running water against acrylic, there would have been no respite from you.

This exact situation repeated itself for days to no end, and they harboured the smallest inkling of hatred for the man they all loved as a best friend, for not being careful to mind his personal toy correctly. Ap’lek shuddered grossly as the next wave of high pitched whines reverberated throughout their quarters “How many times a day do you think he fucks her?’ He queried suddenly to the room.

They all laughed, hiding their outbursts of emotion behind the palms of their hands and the necks of their training hoodies “I honestly stopped counting a few days ago.” Cardo admitted, half serious. There was no time to joke in a situation as, interesting as this. No peace settled in the moments of unpleasant silence between the men, and noise perpetuated throughout the walls of their substantial living quarters.

The noise of you, no strangled squeal escaped from your larynx as he squeezed the pad of his thumb and forefinger against the glossy skin of your delicate throat. His palm encompassed the whole of your breast, groped the flesh roughly, rolled the pink bud of your nipple in his nimble fingers, surprisingly so for a man of his stature.

Ren waged war on his primal urges to contain the low rumble of lust that threatened to pour from his blushed red lips.

“good” he purred, coaxing the pleasure from you “my very own whore, for the taking” The point of his freckled nose pressed against your helix; stuttered inhalation sounds vibrating throughout your ear. Drawing in the perfume of your sweat fused with the droplets of scorching water. A wet slap, and your knees began to buckle under the force of your own pleasure. He had driven you insane long ago, and could alight you with a snap of his finger, it terrified you to honestly understand how your fate was sealed.

Bound to his existence. his body and the extreme broadness of his shoulders, in comparison to the subtle slenderness of his hips and abdomen. To say he was sculpted, was a major understatement, he was carved by a deity, or at least that was how you looked upon him. And equally not how he looked upon you. His shaft fit completely into you, pulsated and slid restlessly against your walls, that dripped with feminine slick, and he slammed brutally into you recurrently.

[waterthecoconut]

hello, i’m a new fan of yours!!

i enjoyed your works so much, i wanted to know more about your thoughts on lloyd and harumi’s relationship. how you felt watching s8-9 and crystallized when harumi came back on our screens.

overall just any thoughts and headcanons you have for them, if you’d like to share them with us

Hi! Thank you!!

I think… Llorumi is an interesting ship with so much potential!

I will always say that Harumi is one of the greatest characters the show has given us. She really took herself from being a simple love interest to something so much more. She’s a girl with hate and vengeance completely directed towards Lloyd: she hates him, is jealous of him, but I also think in a strange way… Harumi kind of grew attached to Lloyd…?

Season 8, beginning to end, was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, and they kept and carried that quality into Season 9 with an even beautifuler (is that a word???) finish! I felt really pulled into Lloyd and Harumi’s “romance”. Every scene between them, even a small interaction at the side of the screen — looking at each other or touching each other’s shoulders — I really felt that budding romance and heart fluttering feeling of attraction, and the music accompanied with their words was so engaging! Engrossing! Captivating! Wow! I loved the betrayal and the big reveal, and the absolute shatter in Lloyd’s heart, I think, was really felt because we were also fooled into this heart-throbbing relationship that was just too good to be true.

Now, what makes me trip was when Harumi asked Lloyd to join the sons of Garmadon… and that’s what makes me think she kind of grew attached to him. After all her life of researching him and planning this elaborate plan with him in the very center; I don’t think she was ready to let go of Lloyd. I think there’s feelings inside Harumi for Lloyd that’s not necessarily romantic, but like… maybe obsessive…? It’s all theory !!

THE SCENE!!! Harumi on top of the crumbling building with no where to go — she’s going to die! I think Harumi knows that she’s going to die! She’s looking around — there’s no hope — she sees Lloyd straight ahead in the distance: they lock eyes! Nothing’s said and nothing’s spoken, BUT THEY’RE TALKING!! WITH THEIR EYES!!! With just their eyes, it felt like they were having a conversation that we are not a part of! It’s private! It’s personal! We are not invited! It’s only for them to know! And it’s meaningful!!! Harumi doesn’t even say anything, she’s not screaming or crying or asking for help or forgiveness… Harumi’s just… quiet. But Lloyd says something, he says, “Rumi…” WOWOWOWOWOW MY HEART!!!!! BROKEN INTO TWO!!!! That was something…

Now, I also don’t believe Harumi had romantic feelings for Lloyd in Season 8/9, keeping true to her words that, “there’s was never anything between us,” BUT: I do believe she gained feelings for him in crystalized. I mean… yeah, the Overlord confirmed that for us, but he implied it with a “still” like she had feelings for him since season 9 and that didn’t make sense to me (unless I interpreted it wrong). Crystalized had its strong and weak moments, (and quick mention that HARUMI’S COMEBACK WAS A VERY CHILLING, JAW-DROPPING SCENE WITH HER LULLABY) my only favorite Llorumi moment was when Lloyd’s trying to escape and considers jumping, but Harumi stops him and… she looks really sincere and caring about Lloyd there and she wants him alive (so she’s already disobeying the Overlord) and even warns him that he could die if he jumps, which is !!!! And I love how Lloyd says, in rejection to her request of joining the crystal king, “If you think I'd ever do that, you don't know me at all!” There’s something about that that I really like, it’s like… telling of something about their relationship — that they like each other, but after all that they’ve been through, they don’t know much about each other because their relationship was purely attractive-based in accordance to Harumi’s plan to fool him. I like how Lloyd says that to acknowledge that they need to grow and learn more about each other! And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE: Lloyd pulling Harumi WITH him ON him INTO him — THEY’RE HUGGING! HIDING THEIR FACES IN EACH OTHER — HARUMI HIDING IN HIS CHEST AND LLOYD HOLDING HER CLOSE!! AHHH!!! Great scene!

And then, when they returned to the jungle… that tension and sincerity, I feel, kind of dies out into meaningless back and forth fighting and flirting. I was honestly expecting, upon reaching that episode, a serious discussion about to go down, but… there wasn’t. And after that episode, Harumi doesn’t get much dialogue or attention, and she gets rushly redeemed. I kind of wish Lloyd had brought Harumi with him and she’s forced to work with him and the ninjas against the Overlord, and I’m sure she’ll probably fakingly agree just to screw them over because her loyalties lie with the Overlord, but if she’s in the middle of the mess she helped cause and see the families being torn apart AGAIN and being stuck with Lloyd more closely; I’m sure it would’ve been beautiful to see her guilt and confused feelings, and that could’ve been a more fleshed out redemption before she finally does switch sides and turn her loyalties over to Lloyd completely.

Anyways, I think it’s really great and mature for them to show us a relationship where they both feel hurt by the other but they still love each other… because that’s how relationships can be in real life! It’s not perfect — it’s messy! There’s arguments! We say things in a burst and we hurt other people’s feelings sometimes and we make mistakes and we miscommunicate a lot. Relationships are a struggle and I like how Llorumi can demonstrate that struggle. Not everbody has a relationship like Jay and Nya or Pixal and Zane, so I think it’s great for a cartoon to show us how to heal and grow in a relationship like Llorumi, to learn how to be a good boyfriend and (if Harumi is developed as a character) to be a good girlfriend, to communicate and be gentle after being so harsh, and I think through Llorumi, there’s a lot of potential!

These are just my thoughts and opinions. It is not my intention at all to start an argument or say my opinions are true over others.

I don’t have any headcanons for them, but thank you for this ask and wanting to know my thoughts!

[bohnsky]

Honestly after Qatar I was anything but motivated to post, so here it is for Qatar and Texas.

I literally still feel sick thinking about what the drivers had to go through just because Qatar has money. It physically hurts me. I'm honestly just glad that everyone is okay now.

That being said here are my favorite drivers 5,5 months into liking f1:

1. Alex Albon

As always, my beloved. This guy made me support Williams in the first place and now they have become my second favorite team (after Ferrari of course, because I apparently like pain). It sometimes feels like they're the only one's who really care for their drivers.

In Texas I was really stressed out like what do you mean 0,3s away from the points in the sprint race? And what do you mean 11th in the race?

2. Sergio Perez

Checo is the sweetest, I love his smile so much and it felt good to see so many Checo fans over there in Texas, not only haters. He was doing okay this week, but Lewis is getting closer and closer and I'm scared. I just need him to be good in Mexico, otherwise I'm going to quit watching F1 (I would never but please Checo please)

3. Lewis Hamilton

This was a hard decision. But I've been obsessing over Lewis again these past few weeks so he gets 3rd for now. Even though him being good literally tears my soul apart. I want him to be good, but he's a danger to Checo my beloved. I am sooo happy that Mercedes seem to get closer to Red Bull and that Lewis might have even had a chance today if the race had been just a few laps longer. But at the same time, please be worse than Checo.

Also Lewis is one of the very few men that I find breathtakingly beautiful. He is so gorgeous. And I love his tattoos. Especially his hand tattoos.

Fun Fact: My dad watched the Qatar GP with me, which was his first race ever and now he keeps refering to Lewis as the one who never makes it past turn one. Can't wait to tell him that the one who never makes it past turn one almost got Max.

4. Charles Leclerc

This was another hard decision, because I love Charles, but the past few weeks I barely paid attention to him (not because I didn't want to, but because there were so many other things to focus on, plus Uni sucks). I have thought about putting him on 5th, but who am I kidding, I love Charles too much and when he took pole I basically had the same reaction as Matt from p1. But I didn't really have time to be sad, about him losing P1 so early, because there was so much happening.

Also both Ferraris have been doing quite good, just not good enough, which is sad, but at least they didn't have any major strategy fuck-ups.

5. Lando Norris

I almost put him in 4th. This is mainly because I totally fell in love with Team Quadrant and was watching almost all of their youtube videos. Texas quali was the first time is tuned in to Max Fewtrell's watch along and I couldn't help but cheer along for Lando. And for the first half of the race I thought that there might be a chance for him to get his first win. It's kinda frustrating watching him being on the podium every weekend but never on the top step.

Honorable mentions:

Lance. He's really close to taking 5th. I might just have two 5th places next time. I might feel for him even more than I feel for Checo. And that means something. My boy passing out in the car in the middle of the race in Qatar? I literally couldn't sleep after reading about all of this. Just imagine the things that could have happened. I could cry just thinking about it. And then the dnf in the sprint race in Texas. He was doing so good and then that. But at least we got some Strollonso content and two stroints. Good race for him today.

Logan. I didn't think I'd ever say that, but Logan has kinda sneaked his way into my heart. He's nowhere near the top five but same as Checo and Lance, I just want him to have a good race for once. Qatar might have opened my eyes about him. That he was the only driver with the balls to retire for the sake of his health. And a big thanks to Williams for being so lovely. I feel like no other team would be so understanding. Sure you could say they have nothing to lose, but still. It takes some bravery to do. And I'm happy they did.

Also the Texas race was quite good, happy for Logan. Even though the rest of the weekend sucked.

Fernando. I don't know how and when it happened but I feel myself growing fonder of Fernando every day. I realized during quali when I was really upset that both Williams, both Astons and Hulk were out in Q1. So, all five of them, drivers that I wanted to see doing well. And the dnf in the race sucked so bad. Both Astons did so well and then that.

But then again, at least we got some Strollonso content. Fernando always pointing his camera at Lance is so cute.

Also him dead ass asking the team to pour water over him in Qatar might be my favorite thing ever.

Nico. Also no idea where that came from, but I realized that I have developed a huge soft spot for Nico. It started with me being interested in how he does because he's German. Then I started to genuinely like him and now I have this huge soft spot for him. It's not like he's competing for the top five though. It kinda feels like he has his own category (again, might be the German in me talking). I respect him big time, spitting facts about how shitty Haas is and frequently driving that shit box into the points. But I don't really search for content about him. Except for Hulknussen every now and then.

Speed round:

Oscar's safe (mad respect, many would have sent that into the wall) and stupid dnf. Also Loscar is kinda cute.

Alpine being sponsored by Travis Kelce. I just think it's funny how the whole Taylonso thing comes full circle now with Tay's new boyfriend basically buying Fernando's ex team.

Also Esteban just casually talking about throwing up in his helmet...

Nico Rosberg. I initially didn't like him, but he does spit facts and I appreciate that.

Yukierre. They're too cute for my little heart.

Pierre and Danny Ric. It's crazy to me how two drivers who literally used to be my favorites at some point are now totally irrelevant to me. I still like them, but in a normal way. Which is weird. I'm not used to being normal about something.

F1 acadamy slaying. And Bianca in McLaren :)

Women.

(Please can we talk about queen Susie?)

That's it for now. Give me your thoughts.

[mxnsxngie]

Meant For Me (P.S): Chapter 8

Warnings: little bit of language, brief mention of food but no talking of consuming it

Word Count: 2230

The passing streetlights contrasted again the dark starry sky served as a good distraction from the nerves you felt flowing through you on the drive to the restaurant. Though apparently not enough of one, as you couldn’t help but run your hands over your dress, repeatedly smoothing the material against your legs. And you should have known that Cassi, being the wonderful wifey that she was, would notice your nervous habit.

“You know you look really hot in that right? And he’s already obsessed with you, so that’s only going to make him want you more. No need to be nervous honey” she spoke up as she drove, her voice laced with sympathy and comfort towards you.

“I know, I know. I just,” you pause as you let out a nervous sigh. “I really like him Cas, I want this to work out. I can’t explain it, I just feel so connected to him. I haven’t felt that with anyone else and I want him and I to work out” you say quietly as you look out the window again, trying to distract yourself as you take comfort in the starry sky passing by.

You felt Cassi’s hand take yours in her own and look over to see her briefly glancing over at you with a reassuring look before looking back to the road as she spoke up.

“It will sweetie. He feels the same way and it’s going to work out, I promise. Now, we’re going to have a nice evening and it’ll all be okay” she said as she parked at the restaurant and looked over at you with a smile.

“Okay, you’re right. Let’s do this” you say as you smile and you both get out. She comes over and gives you a tight hug before taking your hand and leading you to the front of your restaurant where the boys were waiting.

You swear in that moment your heart stops and your breath is taken away.

You look over to see Hongjoong and Seonghwa standing by the front door waiting for both of you, but the second you see Seonghwa it’s like the world stops. He looks breathtakingly stunning, all dressed up for the date. And the smile that lights up his face as he sees you and the look of pure adoration he has as he looks at you only adds to it. The concept of soulmates be damned. This man was everything you wanted and you needed him to be yours.

“You look absolutely stunning” Seonghwa says as you get closer, reaching out to take your hand so he can pull you in for a hug. As he does, you feel him leave a small kiss in your hair against your temple before pulling away and you can’t help but melt at the action.

“Thank you, so do you” you whisper with a slight blush as you smile up at him.

“Oh! These are for you” he says as he pulls his other arm out from behind him, handing you the most gorgeous bouquet of burgundy roses you had even seen. This man could not get any more perfect.

“Hwa, you didn’t have to do that” you tell him, flustered at the sweet gesture.

“No, I absolutely did have to. You deserve to know how special and loved you are” he tells you as he holds your hand, looking down at you like you’re the only person in the world. And to him you are, you just didn’t know it yet.

“Thank you Hwa” you whisper, looking at him the same way. He was quickly becoming your world and he wasn’t even yours yet. What I’m earth was this?

“I hate to burst the bubble, but we should get inside for our reservation” Hongjoong says quietly so he doesn’t spook you both too much.

“Oh, shit. Right, sorry!” You say with a blush as the guys lead you both into the restaurant. As you wait for the hostess the lead you to the table, you don’t miss the big smile and knowing look on Cassi’s face as she looks at you both and your intwined hands. You jokingly roll your eyes at her with a fond look as you’re walking to the table.

You notice the boys really went all out for this dinner date as you sit and look around. Candles are lit on the table and the lighting of the restaurant is low, giving a very seductive yet homey atmosphere, and the view of the city from the window by your table is just as stunning as your dates are. They truly wanted to spoil you and Cassi tonight.

“Guys, this is too much, honestly!” Cassi says with a slight blush as Hongjoong takes her hand from beside her, looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky. The same way Seonghwa looks at you, you realize.

“Nothing is too much for my girl” Hongjoong says as he leans over and gives her a gentle kiss.

“Or mine” Seonghwa says as his thumb runs over the top of your hand from where he’s holding it in his own.

“Oh, am I your girl now?” You teased with a smile at the man holding your hand.

“Oh, I, uh, what I meant to say was uh” he says, flustered by your teasing.

“Hwa, honey, it���s okay, I was joking” you laugh as you bring your entwined hands up to your mouth to leave a light kiss to his. At that he visibly relaxes and is back to looking at you with pure adoration. Caught up in your own world, you don’t notice the knowing look that Cassi and Hongjoong exchange as they watch the two of you.

The waiter came and took your orders and the four of you get to talking while waiting on the food. Even after it all came, the four of you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing at all of the stories being told. Through it all, Seonghwa only dropped your hand to eat, otherwise he kept your hand in his at all times, always looking at you with stars in his eyes.

“So, there was actually something we wanted to talk to you guys about” Cassi says as things are winding down for the night.

“Oh? What’s that?” You ask, genuinely confused as to why she’s suddenly so serious with you.

“Well, we wanted to talk to you guys about, we’ll, you two” Hongjoong says as he looks at you both fondly.

“Us? What about us?” You say, looking from both Cassi to Hongjoong and back, trying to figure out what they mean.

“Look, guys, if this is about the whole soulmates thing again, I swear” Seonghwa says with a deep sign from beside you. Before he can say another word, Cassi is quick to interject.

“No no, it’s not that! Well, kind of? But not in the way you think” she says quickly, trying to calm the situation.

“Okay? What do you mean?” You ask, calmly waiting to see where they’re getting with this.

“We get that you guys don’t think you two have soulmates. We think otherwise, but we clearly can’t convince you of that. And that’s fine!” Hongjoong says before Cassi adds on to his teain of thought.

“However, even if you two don’t have soulmates, or somehow aren’t each others soulmates, it’s really clear how strongly you two feel for each other” she says cautiously, not wanting to upset either of us.

Seonghwa and I briefly glance at each other before nodding at our friends. “Go on” we say in unison.

“We just feel like with how happy you two make each other and the way you two feel when you’re together, that’s worth giving a shot. You don’t find that feeling often, and it’s clear you guys have very strong feelings for each other and are happiest together.” Cassi says with a smile as she looks at your hands together in the table.

“We just want you both happy, and it seems like happy for you both is when you’re together.” Hongjoong concludes for the pair. He smiles at you both as we waits to see how you’ll both take this information.

“Well, I have been meaning to talk to you about that actually” you hear Seonghwa say from beside you and you turn to look at him in surprise.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I have. These two just beat me to the punch” he laughs. “I do really like you. You feel like home to me, as weird as that sounds. I always want to be with you anymore. And I want to actually be with you, if you’ll have me?” He says, a hopeful yet pleading look in his eyes as he waits for your answer to his question.

“Of course I’ll have you Hwa, I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend” you tell him with tears coming to your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more complete than you do now. He was where you were meant to be.

Cassi and Hongjoong cheer from across the table as Seonghwa squeezes your hand, the biggest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him spreading across his face. And you know your smile matches his.

“Finally!” Cassi says in excitement beaming at you two.

“Now, let’s all go home, I think I speak for Seonghwa and I both when I say, I want some time with my girl” Hongjoong says as you all stand and he leads Cassi out.

“You definitely do, I can’t wait for some time alone with my girl” Seonghwa says looking down at you, happier than you’ve ever seen him.

“I can’t either. We have a lot to talk about when we get back to my place” you say with a smile as you all leave the restaurant. This was how things were meant to be.

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“Guys, I don’t need a damn babysitter!” Wooyoung groans as he plops down on the couch in Mae’s living room.

“Don’t think of it as babysitting baby boy, think of it as, a hangout night!” Mae tells him as she sits down beside him, facing him.

“Feels more like being a third wheel” Woo pouts as Yeosang walks in behind them and watches them silently.

“It’s not being a third wheel baby boy, we love hanging out with you” Mae says as she reaches over and plays with Woo’s hair in an attempt to console him. He sighs and slumps down some at her touch but stays quiet.

Yeosang can’t help but watch the interactions between his soulmate and his best friend with a smile. He loves how close his two favorite people in the world are with each other, and he wouldn’t really want it any other way.

He still can’t believe how lucky he was to find Mae. He knew he had a soulmate, he had the marks. But he had really been starting to wonder if he’d ever find them before he met Mae. There was even a point in time where for awhile, he wondered if Wooyoung was his soulmate. The way they were with each other, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But Woo didn’t have any marks, nor did he have any others besides the ones showing where Mae ended up touching him the first time they met.

Watching the two of them together and thinking back on this though, he remembered something. Not all soulmates bonds had physical marks. After all, that’s what they’d been trying to get Seonghwa and Y/n to understand this whole time, the whole point of Cassi and Hongjoong taking them to dinner to talk, of why Wooyoung was here with him and Mae. Maybe he hadn’t been wrong back then.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking over to where Wooyoung and Mae were sitting on the couch smiling at each other.

“Woo, stand up” Yeosang said to him, a serious look on his face.

“Okay? Why?” Wooyoung said as he stood up, facing Yeosang.

“I need to know something” Yeosang says. And then he’s reaching out and pulling Woo closer to him by the back of his head and kissing him before he can stop himself.

The second they kiss, it’s like everything stops. Everything is quiet and they feel nothing but warmth and peace take over them. Yeosang slowly pulls back, looking at a surprised but happy Wooyoung.

“Holy shit” Wooyoung says quietly with a smile as he looks at his soulmate.

“I- what just happened? Not that I’m complaining. But what the fuck just happened?” Mae asks from the couch, finally able to speak again.

“Kiss her, I know you want to” Yeosang says to Wooyoung with a smirk. Both the men knew what would happen when Wooyoung would kiss Mae.

“With pleasure” Wooyoung smirks before crawling on the couch and caging Mae in against the arm of the couch before kissing her with more passion than anyone other than Yeosang had ever kissed her.

And then she felt it. The quiet, the warmth, the peacefulness. She felt complete.

“Hello there, soulmate” Wooyoung says as he pulls back with a giant smile on his face. and Mae looked between the two men with a mix of shock and glee on her face at the realization they all had.

“Holy shit”

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[bloodredfeathers]

Obey Me Characters As Dogs

This is merely my opinion, please comment or reblog and tell me if you would make any changes!

⚠ Some spoilers for the Obey Me storyline

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Lucifer - Doberman Pinscher

One of my favorite breeds of dog, Doberman Pinschers are known to be intelligent, alert, loyal and fearless, among other things. I feel like this really fits Lucifer's character well for many reasons, one being how he led the rebellion that began the Celestial War because he was angry with his Father for wanting to execute Lilith. This reason, I feel, shows specifically his fearlessness and loyalty.

Mammon - Standard Poodle

A luxurious and high maintenance breed, the Standard Poodle just SCREAMS Mammon to me. Poodles are typically owned by "higher class" people, or those with more money, and these dogs are where a lot of it goes to!

Leviathan - Beauceron

The Beauceron is a shy, calm, protective, friendly and intelligent breed, and I feel these also relate to Leviathan. Maybe not so much the calmness, as he tends to freak out a LOT, especially around MC. But I feel the Beauceron is a good match for Leviathan, mostly due to its friendliness, calmness and shyness.

Satan - Chow Chow

Very cute and fluffy, Chow Chows are sort of like large Pomeranians. They are known to be aggressive and territorial, but also quiet,, intelligent, independent and aloof. I'm sure though, once both Satan and the Chow Chow warms up to you, you'll survive your encounters.

Asmodeus - Afghan Hound

Afghan Hounds are considered one of the most beautiful dog breeds. Their long flowy hairlike fur makes them incredibly expensive, high maintenance and they are confident and dignified dogs. Asmodeus, being obsessed with his appearance and wanting only the most expensive items, is a perfect fit for this breed.

Beelzebub - Australian Shepherd

Breathtakingly beautiful, another favorite of mine. Australian Shepherds are active, protective, good natured and affectionate, these dogs absolutely live for being active. They fare best in places with wide open spaces and typically with something to occupy them, like herding cattle. Loving and energetic, this is definitely Beelzebub's spirit dog.

Belphegor - Bernese Mountain

One of my least favorite brothers (I'm sorry I just do not like him that much 😭) gets another of my favorite breeds. Bernese Mountain dogs are very beautiful and large dogs, but they are also very lazy. They'd much rather lounge around than go to the park, which Belphegor does a lot of.

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That's all for now! Should I do a part 2 with the side characters?

[mister-eames]

1/? I was thinking about the whole dreamshare business & how interesting it is cos while you have the likes of Arthur & Cobb who would consider themselves “gentlemen thieves” & believe in things like “honor amongst thieves” etc, obvs not everyone in the industry is gonna be like that. They’re criminals, after all, so you’re gonna have people with a complete lack of morals, people who are power hungry, or jealous of competition or who are simply willing to screw others over for the right price...

2/? So I was like: how do you even navigate an industry like that? ESP when you’re starting off. It's gotta be a whole lot of trial & error when it comes to finding out who's trustworthy, who you’d be willing to work with again & who you’re gonna avoid like the plague. & then I was like how fun would it be if when you didn't know your other teammates well you literally just went by your role. Noone would know the others' names; you'd literally just be The Extractor, The Chemist, The Architect 3/? And then i was thinking the dreamshare business is DEFINITELY a gossipy lot. Because there's gotta be so much secrecy, rumours have gotta run abound (especially if you start making a name for yourself...whether in a good capacity or a bad one.) And then I was like how do I make this about Arthur and Eames? Imagine before you met your Pointman for the first time all you know about them are these rumours you've heard: "A buzzkill," "part ninja", "quiet", "he's like medusa, one look and you're 5/5 walls the other has built around them and form their own opinions... Idk, i just love the idea of them being constantly surprised by one another. And also! Yes! I stan the idea of Arthur as having a great sense of humour too!

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Nonnie, my darling, it appears that tumblr ate the 4th part of your ask :( :( im so sorry about that, and just as I was getting so SO into it too, damn you tumblr!!! I think I can extrapolate a little where you were going with it though <3 --- I am OBSESSED with the idea of dreamsharers being a gossipy, busybody bunch - personal knowledge must be worth a lot, anything from someones real name down to their favourite colour or preferred detergent. And the rumours that must get born and mutated through the proverbial phone tree. Not just from other dreamsharers, but little white lies Arthur and Eames must have told about themselves a) to muddy the waters on any truth about them and b) to weed out who can and who can't be trusted with 'sensitive' information. And the idea that their love story is obtaining pieces and putting each other together like a jigsaw puzzle is beautiful, never having the most complete picture, but delighted by every piece they find.

Also "like Medusa" lmaoooo oh my god I want a fic of Arthurian tall tales

Arthurs having a great sense of humour, no matter how it's written, is my favourite thing. I mean, in canon we only ever get to see him 'at work', right, where it's his job to sort of curate the fun and dose out the reality checks, but even then we sort of see a couple of cracks - the most notable being 'worth a shot' aha. And outside of work? Arthur is a fucking hoot. Under that serious facade is a playful man with a face made for smiling, for silliness. It's what makes him balanced, as a character and I cannot be paid any sum to be convinced otherwise. I think one of my fave illustrations of this, of many, is HGTV verse where Eames legitimately finds Arthur breathtakingly hilarious and no one else in their work life 'gets' why. That's how I think of Arthur and Eames in canon - as having a language of inside jokes and wry, odd, weirdo sense of humour that you have to untangle and decode to begin to 'get', as with any good relationship and/or friendship. "Merry chase" is an old joke, the words so specific I can't help but believe they're born of history and hilarity, recycled between them so often throughout the years it still makes them grin.

[shaniacsboogara]

What are some of your favorite movies and why? I'm in the mood for some ranting about cool stuff :)

OKAY ALRIGHT LET'S DO THIS (in no particular order)

JK ROWLING IS STINKY 🤬🤬🤬

But I love Remus Lupin. And I love the aesthetic of this movie. And I LOVE werewolves. Professor Lupin is one of THE BEST characters in the entire Harry Potter franchise and I just think he deserves more hype and he's really cool and idk I get nostalgic about this movie and it's definitely a comfort movie for me.

Just this entire franchise. And the Hobbit movies. My Dad has always been a BIG Tolkien fan so I was raised on LOTR and went to see the Hobbit movies in theatres when they first came out (I saw the first one 3 or 4 times, I was OBSESSED). BEFORE ANYONE COMES AT ME I'VE ALSO READ THE BOOKS I READ THEM IN GRADE 3 I KNOW THE LORE DW 🙏. I'm a sucker for fantasy (hence my current dnd obsession lol) and the world of these films is just so immersive and breathtakingly beautiful that I can't help but consider them my favourites, even if it's been years since I've watched them cohesively. ALSO THE MUSIC IS SO GOOD. I'LL LISTEN TO THE LOTR SOUNDTRACK ANY DAY.

Again. THE MUSIC.

Andrew Garfield was SO GREAT in this, and I personally connected to it a lot as a songwriter myself. That being said, this movie makes me SOB EVERY SINGLE TIME. Jonathan Larson was truly a talent and it's such a shame his life ended as early as it did. So glad he lives on through his art, and so glad that he was able to make such a huge impact on people with what he created. (Also fun fact I'm going to see Rent in a few weeks)

IT STARTED AS A BIT IT WAS A JOKE

Word of advice: if you ever think to yourself, "Hey. It'd be silly if I kept suggesting to watch that one Adam Sandler Halloween movie whenever my family asks for movie suggestions despite the fact that it isn't Halloween anymore and it's not that good of a movie- DON'T. DO IT.

Hubie Halloween is my comfort movie now. I don't rewatch movies and tv shows a lot, but I've seen this one probably 5 times in the last few months. It's just a silly little Halloween movie, but I sort of started to appreciate it more after realizing "HEY THAT GUY IN THE TIN MAN COSTUME IS WILL BYERS!!!" Although most of the media I find myself drawn to is more complex and explores the intricacies of how humanity functions, this movie somehow grew on me. My family references it constantly, and every time we play Jackbox games, half of the quiplash answers are just "Hubie". Overall I just think this movie is funny, quirky, subverts expectations in silly ways, and is a nice lighthearted watch compared to my other favourites.

My final movie on this list isn't ACTUALLY a movie but I HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

MIDNIGHT MASS IS MY FAVOURITE SHOW. EVER. OF ALL TIME.

The music??? Immaculate. THE ACTING??? Immaculate. THE WRITING??? Immaculate (although there are a lot of monologues which can be a lot for some people, but as a theatre kid I REALLY appreciated them).

I've rewatched this show 2 1/2 times now and I'm just so in love with it. It's horror, but it doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares and many of the cheaper tactics some horror movies use nowadays. It's way more focused on its ensemble cast and developing good characters and storytelling. Sure, it starts off a bit slow, but the emotional payoff in the final two episodes is SO. WORTH IT.

Hamish Linklater as Father Paul is just... Awesome. RAHUL KOHLI AS HASSAN??? SO GOOD??? THIS ENTIRE CAST IS SO TALENTED and the way they play their characters is so raw and compelling and human.

Ryan Bergara was so right when he listed Father Paul as a poor little meow meow on Tumblr Top 5 HE SO IS AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT. Anyway if you wanna see a new take on some classic horror tropes, commentary on the meaning of life and what happens after it, and some really good acting just... Please watch this. It definitely destroys your soul and makes you think but it's so good and the aesthetic is just... Mmmm.

Anyway Boog rant over, THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE RANTING SORRY THIS IS LONG!!!