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vampirefilmlover · 8 months ago

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👀WHATTTTTTT

hey, i’m not surprised that the reader plays for both teams, so do the boys and maria is one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen but they’ve been waiting for so long to approach us😭🥹

i would absolutely LOVE to be added for this specific fic list, you left me on SUCH a cliffhanger bestie, i feel deprived and i just finished it…. less than ten seconds ago.

also can I point out the EMPHASIS on Marko’s “Are they hot?” I burst out giggling. He asked about personality but by tone pretty much just went, MOST IMPORTANTLY PAULIE….

gonna be us after seeing not one but FOUR mates whilst mid make out with a coworker:

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Four

Were you wondering what the boys were doing while reader and Maria were bonding at the video store those two weeks? Wonder no more! Here’s what they were up to lol

I strongly recommend going back to at least read chapter 3 before reading this one, as some of the scenes will be the same, but from Paul’s perspective:)

Poly Lost Boys x Fem Vampire Reader

FYFNO Masterlist

California, 1986

Paul’s eyes widened as he realized who you were to him. You wished you could have stopped the word that fell from his lips.

“Mine.”

Paul stared at you, his eyes raking up and down, taking you in. God you were beautiful, the others would love you. As his shock wore off, Paul felt a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest.

He had a million questions to ask you. Your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite band. Paul had to know anything and everything. (Even if you liked Tiffany or something, he could get over it…eventually.)

As your lips parted, Paul prepared himself to be enchanted by whatever honeyed words you’d speak to him. He reached forward to caress your cheek.

Instead of leaning into the touch as he’d expected you to, you recoiled. His brow furrowed.

“Oh my god I totally forgot I have to go stock things in the back, so nice to meet you, bye!” He heard you blurt out before you moved away from him.

There were few times in Paul’s life when he was actually rendered speechless. This was one of them.

Paul’s brow furrowed, “what?” He whispered as he moved to stand in front of the desk’s swinging door you’d been headed for. Surely he’d misunderstood (wouldn’t be the first time), you had to at least talk this out.

He watched your face twist into a glare, “you’re in my way…” you bit out at him.

Paul’s confusion turned to frustration. “What?!” He repeated, “but we’re…I mean we-” he stumbled over his words, desperate and utterly flabbergasted.

“I know what we are,” you told him, “and I don’t care. So can you please move aside so I can do my job?”

Paul’s jaw dropped.

You…didn’t want him? Didn’t want a mate? Someone who’d love you unconditionally for eternity? Who’d do anything for you? God what was wrong with you?

He stumbled a bit as you pushed past him. “Hey!” He called after you, his ego more bruised than it’d ever been.

“This isn’t over you know,” he promised, resolved to win your heart, even if he had to recruit some…reinforcements.

You scoffed, oblivious to Paul’s plotting. “Seems like it is,” you replied before slipping into the back of the video store.

“What the fuck just happened,” Paul murmured to himself as he rubbed his forehead.

Maria whistled “tough break Paulie.” She bumped him with her hip before she went back to returning DVDs.

Paul scoffed. She didn’t know the half of it. “I gotta go Maria,” he muttered, stalking off with his tail between his legs.

She snickered softly as she watched him go.

Paul shook his head, he was gonna be in for one long conversation when he got back to the cave.

Paul slunk across the boardwalk, hands in his pockets, as he made his way back to his bike.

His head nodded along to the beat of the music playing over the speakers. Paul started to tap out a four count on his thigh as he walked and hummed.

“Are you going to that bonfire Friday?” “I dunno, is Jason gonna be there?” “Ugh, probably” Paul huffed a laugh as he eavesdropped on the vapid boardwalk talk.

A bonfire on Friday did sound fun though. Should he and the guys throw a party? Who would they even invite? Maria? Maria, who worked at the video store with his new mate. He sighed. What a mess.

As he walked, his mind wandered to her pretty face. He wished she would have let him touch her. She looked so soft. He just wanted to hold her. He could be gentle!

He huffed.

Didn’t she realize he was hers? Didn’t she know he’d do anything for her? He’d be anything she needed? He’d probably even cut his hair for her if she asked. As long as she let him hold a memorial service after.

She was pretty, and soft (probably), witty and fiery, and she was right there at the video shop and she didn’t even want him. How fucked was that.

Paul frowned as he finally reached his bike, looking back over his shoulder in the shop’s direction. It’d been a while since he’d felt that hollow longing feeling of being alone.

But he wasn’t alone, not anymore. And whatever had happened back there, he and his boys were gonna fix it, he knew they would.

Paul revved his engine with renewed determination. ‘Just wait pretty girl,’ he thought, ‘cause we’re comin back for ya’

When Paul arrived at the cave, each of the boys were too immersed in their own activities to notice.

On the couch, Dwayne was two-hundred and twelve pages into his thirty-first reread of Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov and from the way Dwayne was hunched over the book, quite literally on the edge of his seat with his brow furrowed, Paul could tell it was just starting to get good.

Though Paul could barely think over the harsh whirring sound of Marko’s sewing machine. He’d been occupied with making patch-work vests and skirts lately to expand his wardrobe. And while Paul appreciated having some extra pieces around he could borrow, after weeks of hyper fixated, non-stop sewing, the sound was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

David’s constant foot tapping didn’t help either. He was perched in his wheelchair throne, seemingly reviewing some ancient documents. By the way he was squinting and underlying, it seemed to be pretty important stuff.

But none of this was as important as what Paul had to tell them. He cleared his throat pointedly.

The whirring of the sewing machine slowed before coming to a stop, Dwayne looked up from his book expectantly, and a little annoyed, David continued his work, ignoring Paul entirely. “I’m calling a meeting,” Paul stated confidently.

“You don’t have the authority to call a meeting,” David said without looking up from his papers, “only Dwayne and I do.”

Paul wondered if he could explode David with his mind if he tried hard enough. How would he know if he never tried?

“Well it’s an emergency,” Paul gritted.

David met Paul’s frustration with a mocking pout. “Dealer’s out of the good stuff again Paulie? Tragic.” He turned back to his papers.

Dwayne seemed to sense Paul’s desperation, “what’s wrong Paul?” he asked.

“I have another mate,” he said hesitantly, “which means that you guys probably do to.”

David stilled at the same time Marko gasped, the curly haired vampires lips curling up into a bright smile.

“What are they like? Are they nice? Are they funny? Are they hot?” The shorter vamp bombarded Paul with questions, making him cringe.

Dwayne frowned, “Paul…” he began gently, “why aren’t they here with you?”

A broken look crossed Paul’s face, “she…doesn’t want me.”

Marko’s excitement was extinguished as he came to Paul’s side, lacing their fingers together. Dwayne softened, quietly reflecting on Paul’s words. David frowned.

“What do you mean she doesn’t want you?” he narrowed his eyes.

“Exactly what I said dude,” Paul strained, “she said she didn’t care!”

David leaned back, unconvinced. “Tell us exactly what happened, start to finish.”

Paul nodded and painfully recounted every moment from the excitement of meeting you, to the pain of watching you leave as he picked up his jaw from the floor.

David stroked his chin, “are you sure she’s a vampire? Human mates are rare, but they’re not unheard of,” he mused.

Paul scoffed, “duh she’s a vampire! She said, ‘I know what we are, and I don’t care.’ How would she know we were mates if she wasn’t a vampire?” He threw his hands up in frustration.

“Did she say, ‘I know what we are,’ or did she say, ‘I know what you are,’” Dwayne chimed in.

Paul scratched his head, what did she say? He’d been talking about what they were, but had she? He couldn’t quite remember. “She could have been saying ‘I know what you are,’” he decided.

David’s hands clapped together, “so she’s human, but she knows we’re vampires, or at least that you are Paul. Unsurprising, you and Marko have the combined subtlety of an airhorn at the opera,” Paul rolled his eyes. “That’s an easy enough fix,” David reasoned.

“Makes more sense too,” Marko added. “If she ran off, it was probably because she was scared. If I was a human I wouldn’t wanna fuck around with us to get bit either.”

“Why don’t we give her some time,” Dwayne suggested, “prove we’re not going to rush into the video store and drag her out to hurt her or anything. We could give her some space to calm down from her confrontation with Paul, and then we can all go meet her together.”

The boys nodded slowly, considering Dwayne’s plan.

“And,” Dwayne added, “if she’s human, we all need to be on our absolutely best behavior,” he shot a pointed glance at David.

David rolled his eyes, “I’d teach her to be on her best behavior,” he mumbled.

Dwayne sighed. “Let’s just give it two weeks, then we’ll go check in on her,” he paused his voice taking on a gentle tone once more, “I think we could all take some time to cool off.”

Paul tensed at that last part, but he knew Dwayne was right. You were a human and you didn’t understand. You couldn’t! They’d have to show you, go slow, ease you into things, be gentle…you were basically made of glass after all.

He sighed, ‘two weeks,’ he thought, ‘I can do two weeks.’

He could not do two weeks.

Not gracefully at least.

By the end of those two weeks, Paul was practically feral. The second the Sun began to fade into the horizon, Paul was awake and attempting to drag David out of the cave.

As eager to meet you as they were, the boys had grown tired of Paul’s impatience.

Dwayne’s evenings consistently began and ended with “has it been two weeks yet?” The dark haired vampire had come so close to just buying Paul a damn calendar.

Marko had had to stick to Paul like glue to stop him from wandering off to the video store every night. On two unfortunate occasions, Marko AND David had to drag him back to the cave to stop him was barging in to talk to you. Paul was like a dog with a bone when he wanted something, and he wanted you bad.

But Dwayne has assured him last night that today was the day, and Paul was chomping at the bit. “Let’s go,” he groaned, annoyed and excited.

“Paul.” Dwayne chastised.

“Dwayne.” Paul mocked.

“Paul,” it was too early for this shit. “I know you want to see her, we all do,” Dwayne reminded him. “But I think we should wait until closing.”

“What?!” Paul huffed, “I’ve been waiting two weeks! Now we gotta wait longer? No way man!”

“Paul listen,” David groaned, “we can’t have a long, intensive conversation with her about vampire mates with random human customers running around, get it? It’s a private conversation.”

Marko nodded in agreement, “it’s doesn’t seem fair to drop all of that on her while she’s still at work either,” he added, “it’s better if we get ‘er as she’s leaving.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “whatever, I bet Fishy’s on my side.” He grumbled as he stalked off to his room.

“You think we should invest in one of those backpack leashes for him?” Marko asked, only half joking.

David scoffed a laugh, “don’t tempt me.”

When closing time finally came, Paul’s eagerness had wavered. What if they explained everything and you still weren’t on board? Humans had tons of reasons to fear vampires after all, you might want nothing to do with them.

He shuddered at the thought.

He looked to his left to see Marko biting his thumb, equally nervous.

“A human mate,” he muttered under his breath, “what are the odds.”

David rolled his eyes, “if she’s a human I can use my thrall, why are you idiots so worried.”

Paul and Marko shot him dirty looks, but Dwayne placed a hand on his shoulder. As tough as David liked to pretend to be sometimes, Dwayne knew he was nervous too.

“No use waiting any longer,” the dark haired vampire reasoned, “c’mon.”

Dwayne lead the way, pushing the door to the video store open and letting the bell ring softly as the other boys filed in behind him.

The vampires maneuvered to the desk together, passing through aisles they’d walked through a million times over.

The silence was deafening as the boys’ thoughts whirled with what they’d say to you. How they’d explain the significance of vampire mates to a mere human.

Dwayne sighed, they probably had nothing to worry about. Even as a human, there’d still be a pull for you. And he could work with a pull, no matter how small.

He’d show you, he decided. Show you how amazing it could be to be cared for, to be protected. He’d treat you like a princess, he’d worship you if you let him.

God you must be his if he was already thinking this way. The tug at his heart grew stronger and strongernwith every step. If you only knew the effect you had on him, on them all. If you only knew you could have him wrapped around your finger.

When the boys finally reached the front desk, Dwayne’s musings were shattered by the vision of your tongue down Maria’s throat.

He watched as David’s jaw dropped when he was met with the sight of one of your hands tangled in Maria’s curly locks, the other caressing her hip.

He’d felt it, and by the looks of it, David and Marko had too. You were theirs, but you were tangled in Maria’s embrace.

The boys were too stunned to speak.

Until Paul abruptly broke the silence with a resounding “what the fuck.”

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avocado-writing · 2 years ago

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I feel like Tangerine is awful at cooking. Like really really bad. He and reader are trying to cook dinner together, and reader has to basically be the one thing between Tangerine and setting the house on fire. He asks if they're laughing and him and reader's like "whattttttt of course not" but their face is twisted so hard from trying not to laugh that they look weird

you're either on the 'tangerine is an amazing cook' side or the 'tangerine has never set foot in a kitchen in his life' side. i am the former, but you're so valid. also went a bit off prompt with this sorryyyy

GN!Reader x Tangerine (rated M bc somehow I still managed to mention sex lmfao)

also Tangerine is English so he canonically eats at Spoons xoxo

@honestlywtfisgoingon @white-wolf-buckaroo @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway @georgiee-riviere @mushywutty @piechans @apieceoffabulousshit @4ng3l-0n-34rth @minjaz @starl1g4t @earth-elemental18 @luhvbot @underratedboogeyman @july-is-summer@vocalvixen20cp @northerngalxy @tangerinesgf (thanku ninasrandomblog for the gif!)

It’s a lazy Sunday. You’re having a lie-in, exhausted from celebrating your husband’s return last night. It’s always nice when Tangerine gets home a day early. A little surprise that keeps you thrilled.

He’d practically thrown open the door, striding through the house and pinning you up against the wall. His mouth was hot and rough on yours, expressing just how much he hated being away from you.

“Tan!” you’d gasped against his lips, finally freeing yourself for air. He didn’t let himself break contact with you. Instead he started kissing down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Missed you,” he’d growled into your skin, “fuck, I haven’t had you in so long. I need you.”

Well, it had been two weeks. But even two weeks felt like a lifetime when they were away from him. And your own hand during that time was no match for the feeling of his.

So, you’d spend the rest of the day in bed.

And then on the sofa.

And once bent over the dining table, actually.

And now you’re content in the knowledge that he’s home and safe, and there’s nothing to worry about for a little while, and–

Oh, fuck. You can smell smoke.

The downstairs alarm starts going off a couple of seconds after you register it yourself. In a storm of blankets and pillows you throw yourself out of bed and hurry down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Tan! There’s a fire! There’s a fucking fi–”

There is not, in fact, a fire.

What is there? Your husband, at the stove top, swearing colourfully at some burnt remains in the frying pan he’s brandishing.

Ahh.

“Fucking eggs!” he shouts, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You roll your eyes behind his back, then take over.

“Omelette?” you ask, surveying the scene. It’s a warzone in here. You’re not sure how he’s used five bowls and seven forks in his culinary exploits, but he’s managed it. Eggshells are strewn about the place too. One’s broken on the floor.

“French toast,” he sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. You glance at the blackened mess in the pan and wonder just how he fucked this up so badly.

Ah, bless him. It’s not his fault. He confided in you, once, that when he was a child he never really ate much that didn’t come out of the freezer and go in the oven for twenty minutes. When you first started going out you’d found that he sustained himself almost entirely on a diet of Pot Noodles and microwaveable pastas. You had to change that, of course. And it was never a chore to you to cook for someone that you loved. So you’d divided yourself into that domestic bliss that many couples found: you cooked, he did the washing up.

“You could have asked me, you know. I’d have done it,” you say, dumping the pan into a freshly-run bowl of washing up water. Tangerine won’t look you in the eye.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

Oh. Oh.

You walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. They always work to leech the anger out of him. Soon you feel his body release its tension, and he rests his hands on your waist.

“Shall we just go to Spoons?” you ask, gently. He sighs.

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“You’re gonna make me clean this up, aren’t you?”

“Oh, probably.”

“Fuck.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #answered #request

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 3 years ago

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MALEC FIC REC vol.6

vol.5

vol.4

vol.3

vol.2

vol.1

Fantasy AU

Parlour Trick by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion [this author’s brain, man 🌪🌪🌪🌪 i dunno how to rec something like this, it’s just too.... just go have a look for yourself, this author’s brain, man, is2g]

(i keep on hoping) we’ll eat cake by the potion by @villiageidiot [whattttttt was that adorableness 😍malec AU inspired by the legendary “hot goth in the woods that keeps answering the door and sighing and going “no i’m not the witch, he lives over there” post. must read, and it’s gonna make you all gooey inside. +10 points to author’s karma from nandermo shippers specifically, for overusing the word “familiar”]

Promises Are Shapes of Fate by @inrainbowz [this thang 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 what a beautiful beautiful perfect piece of fanfic, bless this author’s heart for creating something so precious - so, it is a Prince/Commoner trope variation, where young Prince Alexander meets a warlock boi in the woods, and they strike some kind of friendship. super well-written and touching story about how sometimes even though neither time/circumstances nor they themselves are gentle on two souls, if it was meant to be, it was simply meant to be. the best possible kind of fairy-tale <3 p.s. there is this one bit: Catarina is an empath, and is able to recognize the way malec feel about each other.... i dunno, ever since the trsom her perspective on them just gets me so..... uuuuunnnnnnffffff 💜💜💜💜]

Good Omens AU

above and below by @magicmagnus and As We Know It by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion

[really liked them both, totally recommend, although they do differ in pace, style and general vibe, both are so very worth the time!]

HP AU

hogwarts professor AU by @magicmagnus [for someone who never read the original, i sure do like me some hogwarts aus 🤔]

the inevitability cloak by @villiageidiot [whatttttttt, how did you do thisssss 😍😍 imma confess am falling in luv with this author’s style, what an effortless portrayal of the chemistry, i am at awe! it should be strongly suggested to read they whole page, not only the pieces recced on here.]

Post-break up

Stone can be broken by @lawsofchaos [angsty as hell, but it hurts so good... one of all time favs, - dat reconciliation trope, - just barely rears it’s infant head in this one, but still a strong rec - malec are broken up, Magnus is cursed, and one of the only two cure options is a true love’s kiss]

Canon Divergence AU

A Man Never Stands Taller by @lawsofchaos [what a kool and thought-out piece of world-building! author came up with this idea, that there is a Spiral Labyrinth Council, that essentially rules the Downworld, and magnus is one of the Consular Warlocks. now, young alexander feels, that whenever he is around the Pandemonium with magnus, there is this certain thinly veiled displeasure vibe coming off of downworlders whenever they look at him... logically, the only person to ask for an advice would be Ragnor. okay, i can see how this summary is jumbled and nonsensical, but the fic itself is anything but. great read, strongly recommend]

Mutually Beneficial Arrangement by @aria-lerendeair [Magnus has killed the daddy dearest, and now is forced to preside over Edom, out of necessity to protect all from the big bad lilith wolf, when what do you know - a winged creature lands straight in the middle of it all, and is being presented to him as a prisoner. Nephilim apparently has a contract he came here to fulfil, on behalf of his kin, and Magnus is intrigued - if only he could find the winged creature some occupation to hang around the block... my partiality to the Bodyguard AUs is old news, so how could i resist? splendid piece]

Arranged Marriage AU

mind & heart, body & soul by @cuubism [to say i luved it would be such a gross understatement, - one of my fav parts of malec fanfic in particular is pining, when it is done right, and boiiiiiii does this author get it right. okay, enough gushing - the plot premise is fairly simple - malec are forced in a political/arranged marriage, to uphold the new accords being instated, and the story unfolds from there, factually not straying too much from the show events. it is an absolute must-read, and the author’s style is 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌]

SH Canon Compliant

third time’s the charm by @laughingmagnus [this will certainly hurt you at times - proceed at your own risk. collection of post-ep headcanons and codas, and what a beautiful soulful bouquet it is - strongly recommended to anyone looking for an emotional and touching read]

Reality show AU

Adventure XXL by @actuallyredorchid [*squeals extremely loudly*what a muthafuckin cuteness it was!!!! like, it was so, SO entertaining to read, now i need me ALL the reality show AUs. so, it’s some kind of a mash-up between Rat Race, Survivor and Big Brother, and it is brilliantly and very dynamically written.... very, very enthusiastic rec from me, and sooooo many kudos]

Human AU

And so say all of us by @clottedcreamfudge [okay, i know, okay? it just seems by this point that i am recc’ing the same authors again and again, and i wanna be sorry, but i fuckin ain’t, cause these are the apples of my eye ayyyyy, and no amount of my measly recs is enough to pay homage to these insurmountable talents. anyway, this smol baby is so.... clottedcreamfudge, like, it is soooo them, and i just luved it sfm. this is exactly the vibe i can read endlessly, like, would pay to read endlessly, no cap]

Of ever afters and other clichés by @apathyinreverie [what a delight of sweet and light-hearted nature - alec stops for some thai food in a seedier part of brooklyn, and by saving some poor soul from being mugged in the dark alley, earns himself a soulmate...yum]

Something About Us by @slushhours [whattttttttttttttttttttt....okay, so, obvi, when i rec something on here, it does go without saying that i already approve of the author’s general style, and then that particular story did appeal to me quite a lot; but at the same time, it is also might be apparent, that each story touches me in different ways, and whether there are fics that are just... nice, there are fics that make you go all 😍👀😳🥵😱 inside, all at the same time, exactly like this one. something in the way author chose to pace it, and the narration tone, just resonated with me. also, it did not exactly hurt that in some regard it did remind me of MI-6 AU by @theleftboobgrabber, but that’s beside the point. driving from alicante with ragnor, magnus is careless enough to hit a pedestrian with his car, - what an unassuming premise, right? but what author chooses to do with it... well, let’s just say i had major MAJOR heart-eyes throughout the whole 80k of this. and anyone who hasn’t read it yet is missing out big time]

Parabatai Bond-centred

The Strength of (un)Broken Bonds by @Blue [one for those who crave all kinds of parabatai content - canon divergence AU, where the bond between Alec and Jace has been on a fritz for a while now, and suddenly all the demonic activity in a wider NYC area ceases completely, driving all the angel-blooded population up the walls with restlessness and, as Magnus would put it, sudden inability to chill down. the writing style is very satisfying, so def a rec!]

High School AU

Unexpected by @lightwormsiblings [alec is the captain of the lacrosse team, magnus is in the marching band, and they absolutely despise one another. really like this author’s light and comfy style, and their malec is always endearing... instant rec for a light-hearted unproblematic content]

Mafia AU + Marriage of convenience AU

Forever is the Sweetest Con by @tamaraheartz [just look at what my beautiful mutual has created, isn’t this just the most adorable thing everrrrrrr <3 god as my witness, an absolute slut for both tropes is here and is squealing with delight at this cuteness: malec had to hastily tie the knot after a failed mission against valentine, and now here they are, being very malec-y *read: dumbass and smitten*, and here i am, being me and a fan of the author... go read this asap!]

Counting Lies by @inrainbowz [aaaaaaaaaa, superhero and villain AU, magnus is a vigilante, and alec is the son of the head of the most powerful crime family in town....aaaaaaaaaaaaaa 😍😍😍 fair warning - it’s an AU AU, so... characters are not exactly... malec-y, but it was still 🔥🔥🔥 ]

Airport AU

the one wherein Alec is a TCA agent by @villiageidiot [even though i can see how this might be misconstrued as technical cannibalism by haters, i can’t help but wanna open this author’s skull and kiss their naked brain... does it make me a weirdo? big time. does it also simultaneously serve as a testament to the author’s talent and my endless appreciation for their way of interpreting malec...? undoubtedly. what a great read - alec is a TCA agent, that has to deal with increasingly ridiculous items being carried on board by an enigmatic dark-haired passenger on a weekly basis... delicioussssss, so many kudos]

Fake Dating AU

Rent a Holidate by @alecmagnuslwb [popular fandom idea of “mundane alec getting estranged from his homophobic rich parents” (c) gets a new shiny spin in this one: when magnus is dragged to another one of the obnoxiously stuffy dinner parties thrown by asmodeus, one of his friends gives him an idea of inviting this dude, who has listed himself on Craigslist as a “terrible date to disappoint the bejesus out of your family”... i know the premise sounds confusing somehow, but makes for a very entertaining and adorable read]

Kid fic

Greater love hath no man by @lawsofchaos [not exactly a malec fic in the strictest sense of the word, more like alec/max father/son fic, with magnus as a character, but the thing was so moving. in an alternate version of events, Downworld cut almost all ties with the Clave many years ago, so much so magnus did not know maryse/rob have not even been in charge for like 8 years. coming in for a once-in-a-decade mandatory wards repair, he meets new Head of the NYI. super angsty, loads of feels, you prolly will cry. totally recommend, and am starting to appreciate this author’s way with words big time]

Some kind of.... parallel universes AU..?

(will you be) my beginning, my middle, my end by @villiageidiot [okay, enough is enough *slaps hand on the table decidedly and drops to one knee* i might not know your identity, or the continent you reside on, or even your real name, but here is a ring, and here is my hand in marriage, and here is a one-way ticket to dubai, we are going to live happily ever after in my tiny studio, it’s decided... this fic... THIS FIC!!!! ALLLLLLL THE KUDOSSSSSSSSSSSSSS]

#malec #malec fic rec #malec fic #malec fanfiction #shadowhunters fic rec

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strangerhands · 7 months ago

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RAAAAAAAA YESSS NEW CHAPTER. LETS GO BABY.

that gif 🫠🫠 hoo boy. yea. yes. many thots. thank you.

Jake's smile teased the shell of your ear - his stubble temptingly tickling your flesh. Maybe he was growing his beard back out. <-WOOF

Easing back, he stared deeply into your eyes before using his teeth to pull his glove off. <-nfndjfhkwhdjsbdh

THAT ENDINGGGGGGGGG WHATTTTTTT OHMYGOD

ohmygodddddd this part was so so good and HOT. and ngnshsjdhsdgaaaa the way jake became so protective.. he is whipped for real.. i cant believe the final chapter is next already😭😭😭i cant wait to see how this ends🥺

3 Times Jake Lockley Tried to Kill You and 1 Time He Saved Your Life

Part 3 of 4 - Hands

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary: Jake can't waste any more time or he will be the one who ends up dead...but killing you doesn't come as easily to him as he'd hoped

Word Count: 2.8k

Content: nsfw, mdni, more below the cut

Frottage, groping, choking, language, glove kink, dry humping, violence, murder, a surprise guest, not beta'd

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He invaded your mind almost every second of the day.

Who was he?

Why was he toying with you?

When would you see him again?

You needed a drink. Several, in fact. So, for the first time since the night before Jake's first "attempt" on your life, you descended upon Chicago's nightlife with your friends. Your so-called friends anyway. You didn't feel incredibly close to anyone, but the girls provided a decent enough distraction for drinking, dancing and gossiping.

Tonight your dress reflected none of your typical classy air. The cut and fit of the outrageously tiny garment scandalously displayed the rage roiling inside you.

"If your father sees a photograph of you like this, he'll kill you," one of your bodyguards warned.

Kissing your teeth, you climbed into the awaiting car. "If I tell him how you just ogled me, he'll kill you."

That shut him up.

Still, he had a point. Your father liked to think he still had some sway over how you conducted yourself in public. Well, fuck him. Because of him, someone wanted you dead.

Someone you desperately craved to see again.

Three drinks and several dances later, the slightest bit of tension began to ease out of you. The flashing lights, thumping bass and strong alcohol blurred the worry and frustration, at least for the moment. Your two so-called friends and their hookups had already vanished.

Then you felt a gloved hand wrap around your bare arm as a warm body crowded in behind you.

"Dance with me," he breathed on your ear, gripping both your arms and pulling your back against the solid wall of his chest.

All the air rushed out of you - a wild, raging kind of relief confusing you. Danger surrounded you - it seemed to roll off him - but your lowered inhibitions had you rubbing yourself up against him before you could even remember to be afraid.

The rhythm of his body instantly matched yours, the two of you moving in delicious synchrony as he gripped your hips, corresponding to the heat and vigor of your grinding.

"I don't know you." Your head fell back onto his shoulder as your lips chased his ear, so he would hear you over the club's thump and roar. "I don't even know who's trying to kill me - not even your name."

Jake's smile teased the shell of your ear - his stubble temptingly tickling your flesh. Maybe he was growing his beard back out.

Pushing his hands down over the tops of your thighs, he spread your legs apart, as you danced up on him. Tracing his gloved fingertips back up your legs, he halted when he felt a gun situated in a thigh holster.

His cock, half hard already, stiffened against the curve of your ass. "You kept it," he rumbled into your ear, leaving the weapon in place. "Good girl." He then dragged his hands up over your hips to wrap securely around your abdomen, holding you almost like a lover would. "Did you have as much fun with the gun as you did the knife?"

Normally, you would have spat back a reply full of snark and cursing, but, the alcohol had smoothed your rough edges for the moment. "I had more fun this time," you admitted freely. "Fucked myself with it. Came so hard."

"Jesus," he whistled, grinding into you with obvious intention, while you gladly rubbed your barely covered ass up and down his length to the music's pulse. His hands crawled up to your breasts as he realized how far beyond his control he'd let you take him.

He'd never behaved so unprofessionally, allowing a mark to slip away twice, even encouraging you to protect yourself, with his own weapon, no less.

And now, probably walking right into a seductive trap, his cock hungry for a good fuck, tense and ready after images of you fucking your sopping cunt down on his gun filling his mind. He wanted you more than anything. No one had made him feel so out of control...well, ever.

There was no hiding what the two of you were doing now - with Jake groping both your breasts and thrusting wildly against you. Despite the debauchery around you - your own vulgar display was beginning to draw some attention.

"Not here," you said forcefully, shifting away from him, feeling the slightest victory that he seemed to really want you - to actually be distracted and overcome with desire.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Jake gripped your hand and led you to a much more secluded spot, darker, up against a wall. Not entirely private, but better.

Caging you in, the heat of his body trapped you there, sturdy thighs pressed against yours as he adjusted his hips to rut his cock up against your core.

You mewled out a whimper, your legs falling open for him.

All he wanted was to sink his teeth into the meat of your neck, suck his mark there and push into you until he came, just to get some goddamn relief, but he feebly held onto his last shred of self-preservation.

The air between you shifted drastically making you instantly regret pausing your dance out in the middle of the floor.

"No more games," he gruffly warned, gathering your wrists and pushing them over your head, easily holding them in place with one hand.

His free hand slid back down the length of your arm to the top of your breast, which you hoped he would fondle indulgently - instead, he shifted back up to wrap it around your throat.

Cold eyes bore into yours as his jaw twitched with something like apprehension.

"No," you quickly choked out before he squeezed.

Dark eyebrows arched and in his gaze, you saw the storm of conflict. But you were losing him.

"This ends tonight," he huffed, nodding once as if trying to convince himself as much as you.

Gone was the fire of your sensual dance. He wasn't getting off on this. He wasn't playing around. He was here to finish the job.

"P-lease..." you gasped, desperate for air, hating yourself for begging. Although, it actually worked. He eased off, if only a fraction. "I'm s-sorry," you whimpered, tears slipping out of your wild, terrified eyes. "I'm sorry about your brother. Please..."

Jake's jaw clenched as his eyes flashed with something unrecognizable. Maybe hesitation. Or doubt. "He was just a kid," Jake spat. "Your father is a monster."

You could try to struggle against his compact but strong frame. You could hope to signal your bodyguards that beneath the music’s roar and the dim lights, a murder was about to occur.

But you found that you wanted him to decide not to kill you.

"I know," you whimpered, nodding quickly. "I know what my father is. What he's done." Sniffling, you squeezed your eyes shut as fresh tears spilled over your lashes. "Do what you have to do if it will give you peace. But just decide." This life-or-death edging was pure torture. And you only hated yourself for how badly you wanted him. "Please don't do this to me anymore."

Suddenly, Jake's entire demeanor changed. His shoulders stiffened, body tensing as his dark eyes flickered all around you.

"There's someone here," he breathed on your ear, finally, officially removing his hand from your throat.

"It's a club - there are tons of people here - "

He shushed you, releasing your arms from over your head, pushing your shoulders up against the wall instead.

"Shit," he hissed. "They're here for me." His boss was apparently tired of waiting.

His eyes found yours. "I'm Jake." Wetting his lips, his eyes flickered down to your throat and back. "I'm...obviously I'm not going to kill you."

Reaching for your thigh, he patted the gun you had stashed there. "This loaded?"

"Y-yes," you stammered, reeling from...everything.

"Good. I'm going to lead them out of here," he explained. "They're after me because I haven't finished the job." He locked gazes with you again. "So they might be here for you too."

"Nice to meet you, Jake," you huffed with a slight pout, your usual fire extinguished by the emotional whiplash of the evening. "You're just a ray of fucking sunshine. Been a real pleasure."

Before he could fire back a protest, you grabbed his jacket and pulled him close. "My bodyguards are right behind you. You really are off your game."

Then you kissed him, hard. He tried to pry himself free, to assess the danger, but the heat of your tongue and the tangle of your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck made him forget this entire shit storm for a few heavenly moments - the taste of you more delicious than he could ever have imagined. You sucked his tongue so hard he almost lost his balance.

He finally broke the kiss, eyes darting wildly, trying to get his bearings.

"Kiss me again," you commanded. "My bodyguards think we're hooking up. They won't fuck with me, trust me."

Jake's chest heaved with desire and trepidation. His boss had definitely dispatched two men that Jake had spotted so far. "I'm not worried about those idiots. We have a much bigger problem."

"Where?" You gasped, your hands twisting hopelessly in his jacket, holding onto him as if you were afraid he would vanish again, leaving you afraid and weirdly sexually frustrated.

"My nine o'clock and eleven. Don't look."

You chewed on your lip, resisting the urge to do just that.

"Trade places with me," you ordered, "up against the wall. Let me hide you."

"It won't work - "

"Turn the fuck around, Jake," you commanded, your eyes flashing. "I don't think they've spotted you yet or we would be dead already." Jake quickly traded places with you, pushing his back up against the wall and dipping his knees as you practically climbed him.

A rush of air passed his parted lips as you pressed your breasts against his chest, draping yourself over him. "Trust me - they won't be looking at you - not while I'm wearing this dress."

You shifted your hips until you could feel his hard cock press against your core, right where it felt so good. If you were in this world of shit because of Jake, you might as well enjoy it.

"Now make them believe there's nothing to see here but my ass," you breathed on his ear, barely finishing your sentence before his gloved hands gripped your backside, pushing you down over his length as his mouth fused with yours.

Fuck. The seam of his pants caught on your clit, through the flimsy material of your lace thong. The roughness of the lace only added to the sensation, sending sparks of pleasure up and down your spine.

And his mouth, god. His lips were as soft as you imagined - predictably demanding, and the stubble of his chin scraped and tickled you deliciously. His tongue rolled hot in your mouth, luring you into a salacious tangle of breathing and sucking and tasting.

The rhythm your bodies shared on the dance floor quickly returned - two moving as one in a wild, writhing tangle.

Sucking his tongue, you moaned into his mouth, rubbing your clit over the outline of his tip with increasing vigor, fingers tangled hopelessly in his curls.

Jake could feel you chasing your orgasm - he knew he could make you come like this, but you might not understand the reality of how much danger lurked around you both.

He couldn't kill you now. He realized, as he tilted his head and flexed his forearms along the curve of your back - he didn't even want to kill you - not even for revenge. Not to hurt your father back or avenge his brother.

And not just to fuck you either. A fire burned in you - something rare and wild and beautiful and he didn't want to be the one to extinguish it. He understood now that he couldn't accept anyone else hurting you either.

You panted his name, tugging hard on his hair, your heated breath temptingly falling on his throat.

"I got you baby," he found himself murmuring. "You gonna come for me like this?"

"Fuck you," you gasped, but he heard no venom in your curse as your mouth sought his again.

His protective and survival instincts crawled through the hazy fog of lust, prompting him to tear his mouth from yours, touching his forehead to yours as your wild panting tickled his lips.

"They'll kill you," he gasped, pulling you into something of a protective hug. "They're not like me. They won't miss. They won't stop. We have to go. Now."

Shaking yourself out of your near-orgasmic state of bliss, you gripped his jacket once more, trying to think clearly.

"Isn't that what you want, Jake?" You asked him seriously. "For me to die? To hurt my father?"

You pushed hard on his chest, but he trapped your hands.

"Listen to me," he hissed. But he paused, swallowing hard as he regarded you, as if for the final time. "I'm going to lead them out of here - "

"Jake - "

"Use your weapon if you need to." He nodded over your shoulder. "Your closest bodyguard is maybe ten paces on your six. Walk straight to him and get out of here. Call your father."

"Jake, you can't - "

His mouth crashed into yours desperately, tasting your lips one at a time before he licked into your mouth hotly, folding you against his chest with one arm. His free hand gripped your jaw as he kissed you for one more indulgent moment.

Easing back, he stared deeply into your eyes before using his teeth to pull his glove off. He pushed it against your chest.

"Something to remember me by...or maybe play with." He managed a wink before brushing his fingertips over your lips.

You realized then that he'd never really touched you before - not without gloves on.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he went on caressing your face - your chin, your jawline - raking his fingers over the curve of your cheek. "Now go. Don't get hurt because of me."

He tried to push you away, but you clung to him. "Jake...will I see you again?" You asked with trembling lips, your eyes darting over the handsome contours of his face.

He shook his head. "Not unless you want me to finish the job."

"You asshole," you seethed, gripping his glove in your hand before shrugging one shoulder, trying to pretend you didn't care. "At least I got a new toy out of it. Good luck not getting yourself killed."

With that, you turned on your heel and walked straight to your bodyguard, and away from the inept assassin named Jake.

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Jake woke up in a warehouse on the south side of the city.

The night had started out well enough - getting to see you again - to touch you, kiss you...

But had turned bloody. Deadly. Apparently.

Jake hissed, feeling haphazard stitching feebly holding together the gash on his side, attempting to get a good look through his brand new black eye.

"Fuck," he hissed, realizing he'd missed a few hours. He blacked out after he left the club. And woke up here.

An empty beer bottle sat nearby - along with various other bits of trash from whoever partied or slept here last.

Jake noticed his reflection in the glass.

"I would've taken care of it," he offered up a protest to anyone who might be listening.

But he knew why his deadly alter fronted. It was them or him. Or you. They were after you as well, and it was his fault.

His sluggish mind finally registered what might have happened while he was absent from the body.

Jake grabbed the beer bottle, barking an accusation at his dim, distorted reflection. "Did you hurt her?"

Shit. Marc Spector did not fuck around. If you were a mark, he would finish the job if he thought the body was in real danger. He didn't come around often, not nearly as often as Steven, but he was probably the reason Jake was still alive after all these years.

"Answer me, Marc. Is she alive?"

Marc didn't answer. He never answered. He protected.

Jake should have sliced your throat the first time he grabbed you in that park. Saved himself the trouble.

No one was worth all this shit.

But if that were true, why was he panicking? He had to know.

So he would try to see you one more time. Then he would surrender the body to Steven and let him live in London like he wanted.

Coming up: The conclusion to 3 Times...

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jerepars · 3 years ago

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My QOTS 5x09 live reactions:

Oscar is in the “previously on”. Oscar x Jeresa team up?

SO MUCH Kote in the “previously on”. Whyyyyyy? We already had to sit through their episodes once, isn’t that enough?

James taking off that ski mask was somehow really hot

Is it bad if I want to skip through this suburbia Kote stuff and just get to the Jeresa team up lol

“Like the devil himself he lives in the shadows” uhhhhh that was a little…YA fiction-esque. Lol who wrote that line and are they serious.

If there were two very attractive people sitting across from me, dressed like yin and yang, promising me protection like that…I think I’d be very confused LOL

Konstantin Federov? Is Kostya like, a Russian hockey player? Did he play in Detroit with the Russian Five? I am howling.

an INSTRUMENT TO DEFEND OUR DEMOCRACY lol lol lol

again Devon leaves the room without being a blatantly obvious Jeresa shipper. Boooooooo.

suburbia suburbia why can’t we do away with ya?

what happened to don’t come out until I tell you to?! Do you understand the consequences of death or not?

oh good job just show the neighbors you guys have a fucking arsenal in your kitchen that’s not gonna be suspicious at all

“I am a soldado, I will never put my guard down” really REALLY we all know that’s not true this is how you guys got banished to Little Rock in the first place

“it was a big raccoon” Raccoons are adorable they look like little bandits leave them alone

Jeresa are sitting ~very close~!!!!

“in the DR” As in, in the Dominican Republic? Do people really say that? Sounds like I’m watching Big Brother and they’re talking about the Diary Room LOL

Wait what Teresa is doing coke right as James leaves the room? What if he forgot something and comes back??? Does he know? Has this just been accepted by him? This is never going to be addressed, is it?

Ooh, theory time. Is the coke...not coke? Is it something else and Teresa has been building up a tolerance to it so she can appear dead?

“I know you want things to go back to normal” BACK to normal? When were things normal? Why does half the episode have to be spent on these two?

“I don’t want to live like this anymore” You…you...WHAT? Why did you join a drug cartel? You BEGGED back in with them. Proved yourself. Worked too hard, isn’t that what you said? What did you think it was going to be like?

Do we, the audience, have to suffer through the garage sale, too?

HOW LONG IS THIS SCENE WHY ARE WE STILL IN SUBURBIA

Yeah snoop through your neighbor’s mail when the whole neighborhood is around THAT’S NOT SUSPICIOUS AT ALL

oh it’s his little girl’s team now we have to suffer through Pote’s redemption for his misogynist sexist comments from earlier in the season

Yo, why are we only meeting Domingo now? I like this guy. He’s fun. Plus he’s got cool piercings.

aaaaand he’s dead.

Oh, okay, not dead. But injured.

YO I LIKE DOMINGO

CHICHO HOW COULD YOU CALL POTE THIS IS NOT HOW I RAISED YOU

omg is KA going to tell Pote to go back to Teresa where he’s happy because she doesn’t want his spirit to die? If so, I think I might want to die.

I don’t need another tender Kote moment JFC MAKE IT STOP

BRICKS!!!! KISS TIME!!!!

“You wouldn’t let me do it, so why should I let you?” Dead. Dead. DEAAAADDDDD. 😭😭😭

I love you. SAME. (I still wish T had said it first)

So no conversation. Just straight to the sex? Okay. I guess we’ll roll with it.

The way he pauses to tuck her hair away from her face and looks at her all starry-eyed when she’s on top of him. Dead. Dead. Dead dead dead.

And then they SMILE. Can you be more dead than dead? I think that’s where I’m at. 👻

Sidenote: I don’t think we’ve ever seen this much of J’s tattoos up close. This is glorious. Lol yeah because there’s sex happening and I’m looking at the details of the tattoos hahaha

The hand on the thigh to end it before the camera pans and then fade to black. That’s great. I will accept it.

She’s touching his arm in the morning after scene. There is SUNLIGHT. This is the best lit Jeresa scene of this show’s existence, lol. Holy shit.

When does she tell him she loves him? This is obviously setting us up for a goodbye.

LOLOLOLOL James is talking about weapons and making sure she’s well equipped and she’s giving him heart eyes instead sooo is she about to say it?

SHE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!

Jeresa making out. Jeresa getting it on. Jeresa kissing after a love confession. In one episode. ❤️ 🥰 🎊 💞 💓 😘 🎇 🔥 Bask in the glory. Savor it. Let’s all enjoy this and rewatch and reblog gifs etc etc etc because it’s all we’re ever going to get. 🎁

“She’s not going in without us.” “I’ll go.” OoOoOoOo this is all part of the plan isn’t it?

But when did you have time to plan this when you spent all night making out and having sex. You must have been spent. Did you multitask in bed? 😂

Scared Puppy James :( :( :(

Wait. WAIT. This is very plot holey. Kostya didn’t know anything about Teresa’s business? He’s apparently the biggest bad-ass there is and he didn’t even vet her? He just let Oksana handle it? WHATTTTTTT

The tequila isn’t poisoned. She put something on the shot glass, probably? That’s why they had Chicho talk about how Oksana was killed at the beginning. Right?

So Kostya has been elusive all season. Fucked everything up. And he dies as soon as he meets her? WHAT. Just like that. This is so deflating.

Uhhhh, listen, I get it, Teresa is obviously gonna make it out of here. But why have Kostya’s guys not shot her in the head yet? This is very unrealistic. They wouldn’t hesitate. She would be on the ground in a second.

WHAT. NO. WHY IS POTE HERE. GO AWAY. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STEP UP, CHICHO.

I wish Pote had died. A final sacrifice for his family. That would have been his redemption. And I’m not apologizing for anything I just said. Full offense. Not sorry.

“You had enough on your plate.” Are you KIDDING ME? Yo WHO THE FUCK DOES CHICHO THINK HE IS? Making decisions for the boss? That’s not…that wouldn’t happen, helpful or not. Teresa would kill HIM. Know your place. Wow how nice of the writers to screw Chicho up.

“I’m only legit until Devon decides I’m not” So…okay. Jeresa have definitely talked about Devon and made the sniper plan now, right? If she’s saying this?

“Can you shut down operations in New Orleans and meet us when you’re done?” “Of course.” That’s the goodbye, isn’t it? We’re still on track for the sniper plan?

“When everything’s settled I’ll send for you.” Uh. Maybe KA is safer in Little Rock. But you’re gonna leave her out in the wind for an indefinite amount of time? OKAY.

“He may not be as nice” LOL

Omg this is like the most continuous dialogue James has had all season and it’s wasted on DEVON

Personally not a fan of this very predictable James-was-still-under-Devon’s-wing-the-whole-time because I think it’s lazy writing. Very lazy. BUT I bet in James’ mind, he’s for sure been pretending and this whole time whenever he’s been sitting boo-boo faced in the corner moping, he’s been planning out how to tell Teresa and going over the plan of how she’s going to “die” and they’re going to disappear. So he could tell her and they could execute it perfectly when the right time presented itself. Right? And that’s all going to be shoved into like the last few minutes of the finale, isn’t it?

Ah okay so sniper James is going to shoot Teresa through the window to make Devon think he followed orders. They WERE multitasking in bed. 😂😂

I knew it. I fucking knew it. It’s exactly the ending to this episode we all expected.

Finale preview: soooooooo Teresa is barely in it because she’s “dead” and we have to watch Pote carry out her “wishes” for most of it until it’s safe for her to come alive again? COME ON.

#qots spoilers #qots 5x09 #qots #queen of the south #teresa mendoza #james valdez #jeresa #pote galvez #kelly anne van awken #kote #boaz jimenez #devon finch #chicho nolastname #i have opinions they are unpopular

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meggie-stardust · 4 years ago

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GUNDAM WING - REWATCH - 23 - 24

What stands out now:

23. Duo, God of Death Once Again

Sally Po is a HBIC

There is way less underwater fighting than the amount of underwater mobile suits everyone has...

Professor G, who is a professor in reverse psychology, apparently: Oh you don’t want this old and busted Gundam when you can have the new hotness of a better mobile suit

Yes the engineers are dead... pay no attention to whatever is happening behind this curtain... those aren’t Gundams being rebuilt...

Hilde is like, really going for that Noin look. She probably has a poster of Noin on her wall, or like an inspiration board full of Noin pics. Is 9xH a thing?

Wufei is like, I’m not still thinking about Treize, about how he looks with a sword, about how suave he is... What were we talking about?

Hilde, I don’t think you can just point a loaded gun at a prisoner’s head, right?

Duo is so badass he doesn’t even care that he’s a prisoner.

Why don’t any of the pilots use aliases. Why did you give Hilde your name?

A+ planning Duo, you at least made it to the moon

Do you really not need a hemet in a mobile suit? Are they fully sealed and have oxygen? Hilde just took hers off as if he was an accessory.

Hilde: Huh? Repercussions for my actions? I’m in trouble for letting Duo go???

Duo picked picked up Heero’s face cover move from the intro. He’s trying, and for the totally wrong audience

GOD OF DEATH ICONIQ

Heero seems so unsurprised that Duo got caught

That voice acting turning from Colonel Une to Lady Une. Chefs Kiss

24. The Gudam Called Zero

The flying object has been destroyed—whattttttt??

HOLY SHIT ITS A GUNDAM, everyone says completely shocked

At least there is one person in OZ who is like “the Gundams aren’t that easy to destroy”. Good for you guy, too bad you’re about to die.

Une is at least pragmatic—she knows the pilots have their uses, especially if their existence also annoys Tubarov

What data was that where they were looking at the scientists and the pilots? Is that data OZ has? Was that for the audience? If it’s OZ that means they know Trowa is a double agent

I am so into Trowa punching Duo to give him info. Like, that really does it for me guys. I’m not even ashamed to admit it.

Heero and Trowa are rather causal about discussing their plans over the coms in OZ suits

Quatre is like I will destroy this colony but I really don’t want any actual casualties, you know, evacuate please.

The outer beam cannons on the colonies are very Star Wars to me

They do not do enough fo the split beam rifle shots. Thank you Quatre for this!

Wing Zero has shoulder pads guns

You’re afraid of dying, aren’t you? In that case, I’ll just Alderaan this colony (this is a very SW episode, fight me).

Aww Quatre and Trowa both don’t know how to cry. ~~hearts~~

Wufei: I have a bad feeling about this (seeeeeeee???)

Tuberov is like “these guys suck I’ll just suffocate them”

The scientists are great. Their old man banter is just A+

Quatre has a weird idea of what the colonies need

If Trowa was Quatre’s fave and he blasts the crap out of him, what’s he gonna do with the rest

Heero’s Quatre, I’m gonna kill you line is just SO DAMN GOOD

Thoughts:

We get so many amazing icons lines in these two episodes. Duo’s God of Death bit, Heero threatening to kill Quatre. Quatre’s rage. This pair of episodes was just so wonderful.

Also, @mpanighetti and I have been tracking when the pilots learn each other’s names. As of Episode 24, all 5 of the pilots names have been said by/spoken in front of each other with the exception of Quatre hearing Wufei’s name. It’s just so wild to track this (we have a spreadsheet we will share), and it really speaks to the fact that GW is not just an ensemble, but the complex plot lines do keep everyone from having the opportunity to meet (of course we also have situations like Heero and Trowa who bro out for a while before Trowa just happens to overhear Heero’s name, so they’re also just dumb boys).

ALSO: Is my second fave character in show show Trowa? I just remembered I had a Trowa pin on the visor of my first car. Am just realizing that he’s my fave of the pilots? WHAT???

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

ZERO System! Trowa get’s blasted into space. They start testing the zero system on the pilots? Somehow Duo, Wufei, and the scientists get saved (I don’t remember how). Oh, does the Treize faction show up again? I’m super excited for the rest of this arc.

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As I said in one of my first reviews, This is the first time I’m rewatching in nearly 20 years. I am just so happy and surprised and pleased that this show is just as amazing as I remember. Sometimes, you look back at things you loved when you were younger, and it’s so clouded in nostalgia that your opinion of the show is a bit skewed--I know so many things that I loved when I was younger, and then showed friends later in life and they were like WTF. The fact that this show is not just as good as I remembered, but legitimately just good is so amazing.

#gundam wing rewatch 2020 #gundam wing #gundam memes

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I used to work at a personalized gift store, and I ran the engraver. This guy wants a keychain engraved, so I set it up and think oh, 2020 must be when his kid graduates, that’s super nice! He comes back and tells me he wrote ZOZO on the form, but 2020 is fine too. His writing was kind of ambiguous and curly, and I thought for a hot minute, /did he mean to put that? Thasa DEMON, sir. He must have wanted the year/

OMG WHATTTTTTT

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everymovie2020 · 6 years ago

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Pretty in Pink (1986)

Date watched: 19 April 2019

So I really fucking enjoyed this - and seriously, She’s All That so totally almost ripped this off. The plotlines are so similar.

And before I go any further I need to address the fact that I find 1980s Andrew McCarthy UNBELIEVABLY DREAMY LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

I think I’ve talked about this before but HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK HE IS SO HOT

I mean 10/10 I would bang.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG WHATTTTTTT

WHAT

SERIOUSLY HE DOES THINGS TO ME THAT I CAN’T EXPRESS IN WORDS

I don’t even KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT I WANT TO MARRY HIM AND HAVE HIS BABIES???

Okay he’s like twenty years older than me IRL so obviously our love can never be BUT STILL.

Okay let’s talk plot:

Molly Ringwald is from the wrong side of the tracks, guys. Literally. She goes to a fancy school with a lot of rich bitches in it (James Spader, I’m looking directly at you), but young, beautiful Andrew McCarthy has been giving her the eye lately and she is HERE FOR IT.

Because why wouldn’t she be, and I’m going to reuse an above gif to illustrate my point of why she is totally into it:

See, he’s rich, but he’s not like the other ones, you know?

Anyway they kind of start dating but he’s getting pressure from his friends (James Spader, being a dick):

(Although just saying... he’s very good looking.)

And she doesn’t want him to know that she’s super fucking poor, so they have a fight, then James Spader is like, “Andrew McCarthy, you can’t date someone of a lower social status than you,” and he’s like :(

And also Jon Cryer plays Duckie and HE IS THE FUCKING WORST OF ALL TIME

Like NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU DUCKY

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO DATE YOU. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE FRIENDS? YOU ARE THE WORST. STOP BLAMING HER FOR YOUR FEELINGS THAT ARE UNRECIPROCATED YOU ABSOLUTE DICKWAD.

Seriously FUCK DUCKIE

And WHAT, he is rewarded with young Kristy Swanson in the end? FOR HIS ABHORRENT BEHAVIOUR?

Omg Duckie seriously go to hell you loser

ANYWAY I was getting very concerned that Molly Ringwald and Andrew McCarthy wouldn’t make it worse, but thankfully she makes herself a hideous prom dress, meets him at prom and they get back together, and I was just so relieved that those two crazy kids were gonna make it work.

CHEMISTRY YOU GUYS

So I would rank this well above The Breakfast Club but below St Elmo’s Fire in terms of greatness. It’s probably thus far my favourite Molly Ringwald movie.

#pretty in pink #movies #movie review #1986 #molly ringwald #andrew mccarthy #jon cryer #annie potts #james spader #baby kristy swanson #seriously duckie can go burn in hell #fuck you duckie #she owes you NOTHING #john hughes

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princesseblade · 7 years ago

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Bitch whattttttt so on top of being hot he got a henshin and got some cool gold plated wolf armor, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you Sword?

#pam watches garo vanishing line

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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When was the last time you had a Poptart? I remember it being shortly after my internship ended, so around July. I wanted to reward myself for a job well done and for tolerating (and surviving) Ortigas traffic the last month, and the biggest gift for me at the time was Poptarts :))

Do you like hot chocolate? I order them a lot but I admittedly don’t like it when they’re still too fresh and thus way too hot. I wait for it to become warm-ish before I could take a sip. The only hot cocoa I’m willing to drink hot is the San Gines from La Creperie. Absolute masterpiece of a drink.

Where do you buy gasoline? It’s a local gas station, Petron. I used to alternate between Caltex and that, but Petron just feels more premium lol so it ended up being my usual.

Who made you laugh the hardest today? My family. We went to my Tita’s (aunt’s) house today for her, her kid, and my Lola (grandma)’s birthdays which all fall on the same week. We played Heads Up and Charades and given that side of the family is competitive, – and very boisterous – so much trashtalk and banter were exchanged which made for a hilarious afternoon.

Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? My Tita said we’d be given a cash prize for every word we get right when we played those ^ games earlier, hahaha.

Would you ever jump into a fire to save your bestfriend? I think in those moments you typically act without thinking because your adrenaline kicks in. < This. And because of that, I’m fairly certain I would save my friends in a situation like this without really thinking of the consequences.

Do you have a callus from writing too much? Yes. I’ve had the same bump on my right middle finger since I was in Prep. I’ve loved scribbling stuff ever since that age, so the callus never went away.

What was the last thing you failed at? Being able to handle Jim Beam when my aunt made me try it earlier. That shit tasted like straight up rubbing alcohol, fucking BYE

Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? Back when I was an intern, I was tagged along in an event their client was having. I was tasked to man the registration booth, in which I just had to greet everyone coming in and have them sign the registration sheet. I did my job and was doing well at it, until this old man walked up to the venue. I greeted him and asked him to sign the sheet – upon which he took a good look at me, then looked at the paper, then scoffed, then went on to just go ahead inside.

Apparently he sits at the highest position in that company (at least in its Philippine branch). Nobody ever told me who he was or that I should look out for him, so I just addressed him as I did everybody else. I didn’t give a shit about giving off a bad impression; I simply felt humiliated and stupid when he scoffed at me and I felt like crying that whole evening. Fuck that guy.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’m not getting into that.

Can you use chopsticks correctly? No, I’ve faked it my whole life :(

What was the last movie you watched on TV? I haven’t watched a movie on cable TV for y e a r s. But if TVs with Netflix count, then the last movie I watched was El Camino.

Who is your best guy friend? I don’t have one. I’m close to Andrew, but I wouldn’t call him my best friend.

Do you think walruses are cute? Yes.

What is the correct plural form of platypus? Platypuses I think?

When was the last time you used a glue stick? Start of the sem. For every class, professors typically ask for an index card with our personal info and a 1x1 or 2x2 photo of ourselves so they can get to know us better. I normally use a glue stick in placing my photo onto the card.

What is your favorite form of transportation? Car should be fine. But I also like the feeling of being on a plane :)

Who was the last person to sign off without messaging back to you? Angela I think. Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? No, because I only seldom have cereal.

What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? Not sure. I haven’t done that in a while.

Do you know anyone named Trey? Nope. Not a very common name here.

What was the name of your last or current math teacher? If I remember correctly, his name is Levi. I don’t feel like checking my UP account right now to confirm but I’m like 99.9% sure that’s his name haha.

Did you know that there is a Twilight-sponsored Blood Drive named, “Carlisle Would Approve”? Donate blood for Edward? :) HAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTTTTTT. This shit is what made the fandom so EMBARRASSING SKSKSKSKSKKS. Never heard of it until today. WOW. Where does all the blood go to??? :(((((((( And does Twilight-sponsored mean Stephenie Meyer approved of it? I have so many questions jkfhkdhkdg

Do you know anyone with a lip piercing? Nah. There are several people in college with nose piercings though.

What did the last tattoo you saw, look like? If I’m not mistaken, Mikee has some sort of baybayin script tattooed by her collarbone.

Do you own any hair ribbons? I don’t think so, no.

When was the last time you curled your hair with a curling iron? Oh my. It was at my graduation shoot from senior year of high school.

Do your fingertips hurt when you type for a long time? No, I don’t ever feel that.

Do you know anyone with a green bookbag? I had to Google this because I had no idea what it meant, until I found out it was just a backpack hahaha. I’m sure I know someone, but I just can’t remember which of my friends own which backpack I typically see around in school. Do you like colorful skinny jeans? No. I only go with black, white, or denim (in blue) ones.

What was the last reason you were disappointed at someone? I forgot my earphones at home so I couldn’t listen to music by myself while I was stuck in the backseat with my sister and her boyfriend this morning and evening.

Do you like “Juicy Couture”? No.

Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans from? Mango.

When was the last time you wore a white shirt? Maybe a month ago, when I wore a Nike shirt for PE. I don’t really like the white tops I have (save for the Friends sweatshirt that Gabie bought for me, but I haven’t worn that in a while).

Have you ever given birth? I have not. I am terrified of the concept.

Doesn’t it just sound painful? Yup.

Did you know that the equivalence of a woman giving birth, is a man peeing out a golf ball? 0_o In the iconic words of Kristen Stewart, “what the fucky”

Do you enjoy making out? Yes.

What color are your nails painted? They aren’t.

What’s your favorite food to put ketchup on? Fried chicken and banana ketchup is a normal pair-up in the Philippines, but I’m not sure if that’s accepted in other countries.

#survey #surveys

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The Best Friends and the Half-girlfriend

No this is not a story about a three-some.

Helllooooo ladies, boy do I have stories and gossip to share with you. Scandalous tales, only the best, of course. But god where to start...

So I’ve been loving my new life down here in Miami. Seriously, this city has done its work to earn the name “The Magic City”. It is magical, in quite a fantastic manner really. There is an aire of confidence that everyone walks around with, a sort of ballsy spunk, with a bit of spire and sexual fiestiness that maintains a slightly electric, yet incredibly laid-back environment. And you come to crave it, after a while. You probably won’t show up craving it but give or take a month and a half or two months and you find yourself sporting a desire for what is famously known as the Miami vice.

Now before I continue, I should remind you of a few things. I change names, so everyone is ultimately anonymous-because if not, then what is the point of an anonymous blog. Secondly, reality check, I’m fucking bloated af. Like dying. I’m about to get my period but this past week I swear I’ve just ballooned. Like fuck me. But all in the natural cycle I guess, and I just am going to have to wait this one out. I eat like a freak so I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with me eating like shit because I honestly don’t eat. Unhealthy, sure. But you have your problems, and I have mine. So let’s just be accepting and move on. But my point with that whole thing is that I’m human. You’re human. So I’m going to tell you my stories, and draw you in. I want you to be right there with me. Seeing it through my eyes, experiencing it through my body. As someone who wants to go into film, I want to know that I can not only tell the story, but create the entire essence of it. But remember, at the end of the day, I’m a writer, and part of the beauty of being a writer is you get to create the truth. Yes, you heard me. You don’t simply copy down your stories. If you don’t like the ending, or you don’t like the part in the middle, you, as a writer, have the ability to create your own story--the one that you tell the audience. I’m a big believer in not twisting the truth. I see it as lying to my audience. But as you sit there and read this, you should be questioning me. Aww see, now I’ve got you thinking, wondering, skeptical. I guess you’re just going to have to take my word for it. But if I’m making you think, I’ve done my job.

So, on to the best friends and the half-girlfriend. Yet, because there are the shitty situations I get myself into. I’m telling you, it’s that Miami vice.

On August 17th, I picked up my life from my beautiful studio apartment in Midtown and moved myself into Unit #3902 in what I am going to call for the sake of this blog, the San Maritz Brickell, on Brickell Bay Drive. Damn I’m going to miss that studio apartment. All the windows, facing west. Watching the sunset almost every evening. Yeah, I’m really going to miss it. But I can’t think of a better place to have stayed for my introduction to Miami. I think it truly set me up for success.

Mandy, the sweetheart that she is, helped me move all my things. We were exhausted by the end of the day. I also had literally zero furniture. I started work on August 21st and since then, it’s been a crazy slew of working really hard and attempting to slowly fill my apartment with furniture.

The Sunday after moving into my place, I had Oliver’s friend Zach follow me on Instagram. Not realizing who it was at first, I followed him back. As I was looking at his insta, I realized this was the guy who my friend Samantha had hooked up with when we visited the 305 in April. I also realized that a lot of his photos were tagged at the location “San Maritz Brickell”. I saw there wondering and finally said fuck it and dm’d Zach. “Hey sorry this is a bit weird but do you live in the San Maritz Brickell?” Came to find out that indeed, he does. Last I had remembered, he had told my friend he would be moving to NYC and working for a large enterprise corporation there so I was surprised. We exchanged phone numbers and low key texted throughout the weekend. That Sunday before I started working the following day, he messaged me being like hey want to go to the hot tub. I said yes, and thought nothing of it.

Now allow me to delve for a minute into the nature of the friendship between Zach & Oliver. Zach is like Oliver’s older brother. He’s one of the few people that Oliver actually looks up to and trusts and listens to and even, leans from. And that’s saying something because Oliver is one stubborn, hard-headed boy.

That night Zach and I hung out for almost 5 hours. I don’t think I thought anything of it until later, but that’s a long time to hang out with anyone really especially the first time you’re hanging out. Oliver was going to be returning to Miami that evening and I was low-key excited. This was our chance, we were finally in the same city, and this was really honestly our last shot at making this work. However, when he texted me back he was clearly not happy about his friends and i living in the same building and felt it was “sketchy”. Of course. Here we go again. In the following days after Sunday, Zach and I hit the hot tub on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. On Friday, Zach turns to me and asks if I’ve talked to Oliver or told him we had been hanging out. “No, not at all” was my response. Oliver and I had started to text that day but he would take 4-5 hours to respond to me, which is just pure bullshit. As I came to find out, apparently that same day Zach had liked one of my photos on instagram of me with my dad and Oliver texted him being like, “Oh so are you a big fan of Rachel’s dad?” Greatttt... Zach showed me the conversation that had back and forth although it wasn’t anything particularly interesting. Just typical Oliver being petty and Zach being like yo what’s your issue tho. Zach continued on to tell me how Oliver wanted to go out, but Zach wasn’t feeling it. At one point he started joking about showing up with me and I was like, “Could we not do that though? That’ll just be so awkward for both me and Oliver”. That night Zach and I were in the hot tub until 10:30pm when it started to downpour. We grabbed our stuff and raced into my building. Oh, I should add, there are two towers in my building. Zach lives in the other one. We get inside and agree that we will keep drinking at my place and then he can go back to his building and change and then we can go out. That way, if it was raining, I wouldn’t have to get my hair wet (Zach’s quote, you know I don’t give a damn about this).

Once inside my apartment, he turned to me and goes “Hey, do you have a towel or something I can use for now? I don’t really want to just be sitting around in a wet bathing suit”. I obviously respect that, because that sucks, so I gave him a towel and he changed out of his bathing suit. So in the back of my mind, I’m like great, now this guy is pretty much naked in a towel walking around in my living room. Which at the time had zero furniture in it anyways. I had also just assumed because Zach and Oliver were such good friends and Zach had hooked up with my best friend Samantha, that there was no way anything would ever happen between Zach and I. Too many reasons not to.

But there we are in my apartment, and at this point I decide that if I’m going out, I’m drinking tequila. So I pull out the tequila I had bought that day and cracked the bottle. I made myself a drink and then he started sipping on it.

“What’s in this?”

“Tequila, lime juice, and club soda”

“Oh man”, he laughs. “Tequila makes me horny”.

However, he keeps drinking mine so I make myself my own. We sit on my floor, joking around. Him playfully slapping my ass once or twice, but it was all in good fun. I truly had no concept of just how much we had drank until I went over to the bottle to make more, and realized we had finished the entire bottle of tequila. Like...whattttttt. But one thing lead to another. First, he was rubbing my neck because it was sore from kickboxing. Then, he turned me around so he could “take care of it properly” and started massaging my neck and shoulders and back. At this point, I was obviously dying inside and really enjoying this. Then he asked me if I would mind doing the same for his. Being drunk and in an incredibly flirty mood (thank you tequila), I straddled his back and sat on his butt and started rubbing his back, shoulders, head and arms. Occasionally he would list his hands to try to feel my butt and my legs, and I would push them down and massage them instead. But then at one point, I Started to run my nails up and down his back. I could feel him tensing up whenever I ran them over a certain part of his back and I kept doing that. Slowly, smoothly, in long strokes.

And all of a sudden my world was flipped upside down and my mind was blown. Lol, well that’s the short version of the story anyways. One moment, I am on top of him and the next I am underneath him and we are making out. And our clothes are coming off. And we are in my living room on the carpet with the whole of Miami out there able to see it for whoever is fortunate enough to have a view of 39 floors up. He firmly pushes me up against the wall with my back to him before reaching around and very literally ripping my bra off. We left our phones in the living room that night and made it to my bed before tackling each other. He’s on my neck and biting my lip and I swear my life had turned into a dirty fantasy. I can’t make this shit up. He likes in in more ways than one so got to have some fun with that. Firm, slightly rough, without being aggressive. Now that’s a gift. After it was done, he grabbed us water and we ended up passing out. When we woke up at 5am, we had sex again, took a shower together, and then he showed me the show Rick & Morty till 7am. Then, he talked to me outside on my balcony from 7am to 9am. It was really nice, he’s actually an amazing guy. From Chicago, was in the armed services, incredibly discipline and work ethic, 26, down to earth, and these crazy crazy green eyes. So after he left that morning, I did the only thing I know how to do. I told myself it was never going to happen again.

But that didn’t stop me from dreaming about it for pretty much all of the beginning of last week. Literally, I’d be at work and all of a suddeen I was being pulled into some dark erotic corner of my mind, and having to snap myself out of it. My only source of relief came from the text I got on Wednesday that confirmed I hadn’t been the only one thinking about it. I’m not going to go into detail about what this text said but it referenced the bottle of tequila and what came after it made me turn as pink as the dress I was wearing. I literally couldn’t even finish reading it or respond to it until I was completely out of work. This flirting over text went back and forth till Thursday afternoon. I had to grab drinks with a guy, a pity date if you will because he fucked up once and is still trying to make it up to me and I was not having it. So we grabbed drinks and I was outta there by 7:30pm. Zach asked if I wanted to hit the hot tub so we ended up doing that until 11pm and then went back up to my place and ordered pizza. We kept drinking and stayed up till about 2am, but slight catch. We were genuinely talking about shit. IVY social, the Wells Fargo crash, the incident with Morgan Stanley. And when we went to bed, he very much came to bed with me. But not without a bit of sex first :) We both slept about 3.5 hours that night, but I honestly would say it was worth it. I was dying to have that happen again and really needed it. I felt so much better afterwards. However, I do need to look into numbing lube. Yes, apparently this is a thing and the only way I know about it is through him. He got a bit weird earlier on me this weekend, but I think he’s just making sure we both keep some distance between us since we are both also seeing other people. I’m cool with that, it’s probably healthier.

But the amount I’ve been thinking about him isn’t and I gotta watch that. Oliver and him got in a bit of a spat the other night over me, but the problem is I haven’t talked to oliver since last saturday. He doesn’t even reach out. So like bro, what you hollerin about. I can tell that Oliver is super suspicious though. His intuition is incredibly strong and he knows something is up. I feel bad but at the same time I’m like “dude you’re fucking up”. Like it would at least help his case if he reached out but he won’t. And I know that. And I guess I’m going to be okay with it because I need to get over him. Zach is a fucking genius and strategic af so he used the situation to his advantage to be like dude, all bets are off with any of your past girls. If I want to hook up with Rachel, I will. So that way if we ever ran into him out, Oliver couldn’t say anything. Meanwhile, I’m over here just basking in my Miami glory. Living a life of spice with a side of drama.

That’s all until next time. Don’t get into too much trouble this Labor Day. XxR.

#gossip #boy #bestfriends #girlfriend #drama #305 #miami

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