#i read these as in a sequence

[frostios]

leading the charge of shipping two random women together

[kbsd]

when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes

OR: what were we supposed to take away from episode 4 if not ‘bucky is a war widow’

[delicatepointofview]

[hoaxghost]

A lil hair length swap doodle!

[crazymuffin1]

with minimal changes this is what i would've done (fix-it)

venom spoilers

before they dance, they tell mrs chen what they've been up to, and explaining to her about what the codex is. venom explains how their life forces are bonded, as one. she notes how romantic it is. eddie denies that it is romantic, but venom insists, saying its like marriage. he quips back with "well i dont see a ring" "i will take you ring shopping!" "with what money? you lost our last 20" venom insists he'll find the perfect ring, and that it will be priceless. the plot continues on as normal. they dance, they get taken away, and he lies in the cell, without venom. venom doesnt stop the bullet, the other symbiote knocks everyone out, and tells eddie to find his other. he manages to fight off two people trying to get back to his other.

the scene in the wreckage has actual emotional impact. he holds on to venom, and for a moment he can imagine that theyre not there, that each explosion and fire is just new years all over again. theres nothing to fear. theyve got each other and theyre safe. he tells him how much he loves him and asks for forgiveness, for not telling him sooner. venom shushes him and tells eddie im in your head, remember? i know everything about you. i also know what you feel in here and touches a tendril to his chest, to his heart. and thats when they kiss venom still goes through the plan. when he reaches for eddie, his tendrils touch his hand, wrapping around his finger, leaving a ring made out of themselves. it has the symbol of the codex, because their life forces are one. their souls bonded forever. he covers him to protect him, goodbye for now. and dies.

we fast forward as time passes, hes looking at the statue of liberty, he kisses the ring and talks to it, telling venom how much he loves and misses him. the camera angle shifts and the ring is gone and thats when the credits roll

[mummer]

just saw asteroid city last night, pls explain the proposed significance of the kiss!!

answering this publicly hope thats ok! cant do a readmore im on mobile *****asteroid city spoilers below beware*****

i dont remember anyones names so this is gonna sound partly unhinged. okay so the edward norton playwright and jason schwartzman actor (not character, in the black and white parts) are lovers right. tbh i thought this was kind of a gag and forgot about it. but later we find out that the playwright died 6 months into the production. i didnt make the connection that THAT’s why the actor-jason has to suddenly leave the stage and freaks out backstage about how he’s not sure he’s Doing it right. hes not talking about acting!! because he himself is literally grieving his lover while he’s playing a character who’s grieving his wife written by his lover so obviously it’s too much!!! actor-jason is trying to find meaning in his death through his writing but there isnt any meaning in death [gerris drinkwater voice] which is what the play is trying to say anyway. he doesnt think he’s performing grief right even in his own life!!! (and tbh it’s the 50s so he wouldnt be able to perform grief publicly anyway!!!!) the play starts with a car accident… anyone would search for some hidden meaning there, some sign…. so when he talks to margot robbie outside it’s not really about finding the CHARACTER’s motivations it’s about the actor himself being able to process the playwright’s death! and adrien brody director was probably also dealing with that too (him and norton seemed to be good buddies) so the whole “sleeping backstage” thing gets a bit sadder maybe? maybe everyone else got this in the theatre and im just stupid lol but crazy making stuff to me!!! the whole story is about sublimated gay grief that cannot be expressed?!?!

the tweet that caught me onto this was here which posits that the playwright’s death was a suicide but i think that’s pretty stupid and unnecessary because the whole thing about the play asteroid city is that death is random and meaningless. im pretty sure that’s what the alien represents— a shocking and absurd event that isnt outright evil or menacing, not something anyone can predict or make sense of, it’s just a thing that happens to you out of nowhere, it doesnt mean anything. he’s a little black figure, he’s death! giving and taking! aagh

[grimesgirll]

somewhat obsessed with the idea of wearing rick’s boxers.

it’s like second nature to you. it has to be.

after every time you slid into bed, every time rick and daryl strip you of your own undergarments, every time they fuck you dumb, everytime rick maneuvers you into your position bundled against his chest, you’re wearing a pair of his boxers.

the two had been surprised at first when they found you face down on the bed after a long day in nothing but a tiny tank top and rick’s blue and white striped boxers.

it took everything in them not to pounce on you right then and there. but when you woke up, you were more than happy to fess up to stealing rick’s boxers to wear as shorts.

rick could barely contain himself one afternoon in alexandria. you were taking judith on a wholesome stroll but you were wearing a pair of pale blue boxer shorts with a soft, white long sleeve and one of rick’s white button ups thrown on. later, he had to explain to you that he wasn’t snubbing you when you caught sight of him and tried to wave him over, just trying to keep his zipper from busting.

you had just laughed and quipped that they were the perfect bottoms.

from then on, rick found his boxer shorts going missing; on runs, he’d found you in the men’s underwear section, stripping down to try on a pair of striped ralph lauren boxers. that’s how the two of you ended up sweating and shamelessly blushed out on the cramped car ride home.

the rose painting your countenance couldn’t cease because you knew you smelled like sex. rick too. from the creamy ring you’d left around his cock as he lifted you off of him and onto the mahogany sales table, you knew you two had overdone it. with the wide block of time you had today to secure supplies, rick felt free to fuck your pussy twice, filling you up enough to have you seen stars on the sales floor.

all because you’d styled his underwear as shorts.

daryl teases his friend about it.

“can’t even wake up without seein’ her in ‘em and gettin’ hard.”

daryl’s a hypocrite however.

even the woodsman isn’t immune to your figure in those boyish bottoms.

it’s twenty-five minutes into your small game hunt when daryl’s hands are in your boxers. you had actually wanted to catch a rabbit or some quail, but once your boyfriend’s fingers are between your folds, you can’t find the will to complain.

the two of you start with him holding you against a hemlock, arms wrapping around you while he fingers you nice and slow, boxers down around your ankles. as he massages your plush walls, daryl counts how casual you are about going commando as one of his blessings.

then it turns. then suddenly there’s a pine needle in your mouth. you spit the green thing out and try to brace yourself against the forest floor. it had happened so fast; his tongue tag teaming you with his fingers to crack you open like a safe in record time. then you were face down with nothing but a denim jacket quickly strewn beneath you.

you love when he or rick spring this kinda thing on you - it’s spontaneous, wild, a little risky in all the right ways. yes, most nights you’d prefer to be rolled up into a blanket burrito with your boys and a glass of wine but the adventures like this really do something for you.

pupils expanded, your chest is heavy when daryl’s the first to come out of your post-romp fog and collect your boxers. your legs are still shaking when the fabric touches your skin.

“daryl!”

you’d protested when the man began to pull up your boxer briefs. full of his cum, you want to clean up before you soil your bottoms but daryl disregards the swats to his hands. slightly annoyed, you hurried ahead of him through the tract of woods back towards alexandria. it’s fine. he just enjoyed the view of your ass.

complaints crawl out of your mouth as soon as you’re in the door and you’re haphazardly hanging your rifle on the wall. daryl brings in the rear behind you while you’re stomping up the stairs to rick.

your chocolate curled lover is taking off his watch, ready to drop it into the ceramic dish on the dresser when you appear next him, shimmying down your bottoms in a huff.

“hey, darlin’,” he greets, expecting more than a scowl from you.

“hey,” you reply curtly, face still in a pout.

“-make sure you don’t take off those boxers, baby-,” daryl stops dead in his tracks at the sight of your bared pussy in the bedroom lamplight. rick’s also taking it in, eyes trailing from your waist to the trimmed bush, and the puffy pink pussy peeking out, now leaking with daryl’s sticky cum.

you bend over to pick up the soiled shorts. “you’re not the only one who likes these,” you point out.

blue eyes narrow. but before he can give you any lip, you’re giving him not one, but both of yours. smashed against your mouth, rick’s tongue delves between those pillowy lips while walking you towards the bed where daryl’s waiting to situate you on his lap once more. daryl’s antics weren’t enough to turn off the blazing furnace between your legs. no, your temper can handle a few more rounds. it’s not hard when your mind paces back to the eye rolling, all consuming inferno that had cyclones through your core.

they trap you in a kiss. sandwiched between both of their hard ons, you’re shifting and grinding in each direction.

“thought you were pissed off with me,” daryl breathes into your ear, fingertips skimming your waist.

you snort, leaning back into him to grant full access to your bared neck. without hesitation, he’s licking a wicked pattern up the column of your neck. “dare’,” you sigh. gasp after gasp, you melt into his touch.

daryl’s hands are beneath the fat of your rear already and all of the sudden, one of rick’s fingers has snaked its way down to your clit. the fervid flicking against your ardor flush tissue culls any anger you could have towards the two men. you can’t even think about holding a grudge once rick gets a finger into you. at two fingers, daryl’s kissing you with the ferocity of a wildfire. three fingers inside of you and you’re babbling;

“rick, faster, please.”

“what was that?”

“please - faster, can you please?”

the grin on his face is as wide as the pacific. his lips turn upwards into a sly smile. “you want somethin’ a little faster, darlin’?” you shake your head as if it’s obvious. he hmmphs. “you oughta’ sit on daryl’s cock.”

you can’t imagine a world where that’s an unpopular idea.

back onto daryl you go.

those hands at your hips come in handy; daryl raises you a few inches once rick’s removed his fingers. eyes focused on rick and the way his mouth closes around one pruning finger. sucking it clean while daryl’s tip brushes your slick entrance. any yearning radiating off of you can’t be hidden. that kind of heat and wetness down between your thighs is no lie.

so a hiss is to be expected when the muscled man wiggles his way into you. rick is saving a mental image of you - adjusting to the familiar stretch of daryl. your blush doesn’t ease once daryl works another half inch inside.

one moment you’re trying to process daryl’s cock as it’s suddenly seated in you to the hilt. the next rick catches your gaze again. this time he’s doing more than teasing you, taking advantage of your parted lips to invade with his tongue.

“rick,” you mumble against his lips.

“you gettin’ close, angel?”

“should feel ‘er,” daryl rasps. with each thrust of his you’re clinging to rick. “so fuckin’ tight like you didn’t get this perfect pussy fucked in the woods.”

“that’s where you guys went?”

your mischevious grin is hidden in the crook of rick’s necks. the telltale tightening around daryl’s length is all consuming. your grin turns into an open “o” shape when daryl drags across your cervix. sensations from your convulsing core are consuming him too.

that same lust from the woods washes over daryl like the tide and you’re the moon, pulling him in and leading him to crash into you. usually this is rick’s wheelhouse, but one glance into daryl’s darkened pupils and you’re ripped from rick. on top of daryl’s lap, you’re wrapped in his arms, bouncing up and down on the rock hard cock beneath you. he sets the pace while you can only claw at his chest. he returns the favor and reaches forward to palm your tit, relishing in your sweet moans when he rolls a hardened bud between two fingers.

riding him on the bed is such a break for your knees compared to the forest floor. gyrating your hips activates not only the core that keeps you fit but the molten hot bundle of nerves at your core. daryl ruts against you deliciously to deliver just the perfect level of pressure.

rick can’t help but be bewitched at everything unfolding on the surface of the mattress. daryl’s length disappears inside out of you, reappearing with each erratic movement of your hips. there’s no reason to be jealous but if looks could kill, daryl’d be dead simply for the privilege of burying himself inside those heavenly walls.

meanwhile, heat bursts down below like a mini neutron star collision within you. forehead cast with sweat, the energy is fading from your movements as you messily move your pelvis to brush against daryl.

a “fuck, baby,” escapes from his lips and you’re done for. and so is he.

shooting into the sheets and collapsing by your side. you’re prepared to slide into daryl’s embrace when there’s suddenly a familiar feeling breaching your bared pussy.

nails dig into your hips and daryl’s back at it again - lapping his tongue up and down your slit. you were thinking that you two would at least catch your breaths but daryl’s taking no breaks. rick isn’t either.

in true rick fashion, he’s tapping your lips with his impressive cock. how can you say no to that?

you open your mouth and moan around his cock once you feel those devious fingers in your hair. it’s like that sense of overwhelm’s been replicated again. tongue against your clit and yours on the underside of rick, you never imagined your afternoon going this way. all this thanks to your little fashion trend.

“princess, your mouth feels amazing.”

you bob your head in appreciation. just like daryl’s taking care of you, you’re taking your time swallowing around the man in your mouth, treating him to the tight embrace of your throat.

“you like gettin’ a cock down your throat while daryl licks you stupid?”

“mhmmm!” you nod forward onto rick.

as soon as your moans reach daryl’s ears, his tongue’s kicking into hyperdrive. goaded by your delightful little whimpers, daryl begins swabbing a vicious pattern across your folds. the redneck alternates between racing over your sopping tissue to flattening that tongue and saddle you with a finger.

“ooommph,” is the only sound that comes out with rick’s steel hard cock down your throat.

spit slick, rick throbs in your mouth. that painful hardness he’s enduring is granted some sweet relief by your hollowed cheeks. you don’t stop there. driven by the lust addled, cock crazy part of your brain, you’re fully sending rick down your airway. breaths come briefly when he lets you up for air or to howl or cry, “dare’!”

right on time, your core is heating up again. the kiln inside of you scorches. neutralizing you, the ecstasy of another orgasm has you nearly folding into your leader. the blue eyed sheriff even leans back, tugging you up by the hair to keep you from actually choking on his cock. daryl’s diligent puckering around all of your important parts is overwhelming you against, a strategic hand on your clit as well.

as if you were all in sync, rick comes in your mouth first, fingers weaving through your gossamer locks while your thighs quake. you gag at first, before swirling your tongue under the twitching cock and swallowing it all. like a good girl.

once rick’s coming undone, daryl continues swirling his tongue around you. your pussy weeps for him. it contracts around his tongue until even rick’s raising his eyebrows at the vulgar slurping sounds filling the room.

“dare’,” you whine.

“gonna’ be a good girl and come all over dare’s tongue?” rick teases.

“yes, please!” you beg, banging a fist against the sheets.

“you gonna’ let daryl taste all of that perfect pussy?”

tears well in your eyes from the overstimulation but you nod as enthusiastically as possible. “pleeaase!”

you don’t have to ask again because you’re too busy arching into your third orgasm of the day. clenching and unclenching, your insides flutter. “ah!”

“so pretty when you come, baby.”

you’re dissolving into rick’s touch as your climax rings through your cunt. starry eyed and panting the pleasure out through your lungs.

you could fall asleep right there. and you do.

it ends as it always does.

following the flush and the lips leaving the surface of your skin, you feel a familiar fabric traveling up your thighs and double kisses mandating that nap that had been on your mind. the bed and the cozy comfort of sleep swallows you whole. rick too. he can never get close enough, not when you’re wearing his boxers.

[luckyyycattt]

so… even vegetable scraps have their uses, huh?

[hartlesshart]

5/14

how we got here -> Page 1

If you wanna stick with this story -> Page 6

it's. my. comic. i. get. to. add. unhinged. action.

[thelostsmiles]

Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman at the script read-through for Sherlock season 4

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Love Sky Excerpt: The Attack on Sky (Ep 13)

I know a lot of people were curious about exactly what happened in the novel, which gives a bit of context to some ambiguous moments.

**Note: Rain is often referred to by his Thai name of "Warren".

Warning: This carries all of the trigger warnings of assault, rape, and violence. Read at your own discretion.

"Let go of me. Let go of me, you fuckers! Let go!!!"

"Where did this kid get all the strength from? Shit!"

In the nighttime when most people are falling asleep, Sky's frighteningly struggling to get off the pull and hug of two men who drag him inside the bathroom. Two hands swing a punch around until Petch yells; two legs try to kick as hard as he can. While the fear creeps into his heart, his eyes see the horrible past returning.

"Let go. Let go of me!!!"

The cold gesture he used as a shield is broken. There's only fear that pushes Sky to find an escape.

Smash!

Suddenly, a strong punch lands on the stomach of the kid who has never gotten into any fights. Sky curls up; his eyes widen. The pain is so much that he can't even yell. The one who did it wasn't Petch who was frustrated, but it was Gun, the man he used to love.

The man did it without mercy, and now his eyes show satisfaction while he's licking his lips like the young man is the sweetest prey.

Pow!

Sky is thrown into the big bed, but the young man isn't giving in.

Slap!

"Ah!"

As soon as Sky gets up to climb off, Gun pulls his collar and slaps him on the cheek with full force. He falls back onto the bed as the man straddles over him, flipping Sky who's in great pain to be face up. Then he lifts the kid's chin and stares at him with pleasure.

"When did you get this feisty?"

"Fuck! You look happy, Gun. Ouch! The bitch scratched me!" Petch swears while taking his shirt off and moves back, then he hears his friend laugh.

"Then why were you stupid enough to let him do it? If he wants a fight, then give it to him." Gun doesn't even have a tiny bit of sympathy for the breathless one with the red face on the bed. He even likes to see the fearful look, the terrified eyes and the shaking body beneath him.

"Still as mean as last time. I thought you wanted to be gentle with your ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend your ass; he's just old trash I threw away."

Sky bites his lips so hard it hurts. He can barely breathe, but he's trying to find a way out. He has to run. He will not let history repeat itself. No!

Grab!

But his chin is grabbed tight and pulled to look at Gun's eyes again. Eventually, Sky has to see... the devil.

"He looks much more seductive."

The look of defiance makes Gun happy.

"Let go!" Sky shouts.

"I'd be dumb if I did. Did you know I've missed you since you called [to ask about the race]? I suddenly remembered the obedient kid." Gun grabs Sky's chin hard, but the young man doesn't react. Even though he's scared to death, he has to get away. He will not do anything that pleases the other one.

"I've never fucking missed you!"

"You used to do everything I told you to do. C'mon, spreading your legs back then or doing it now doesn't make any difference; we're not strangers."

Sky doesn't listen, no, he tries not to hear them at all. He glances at the door. His brain says there are no guards, so he controls his body that wants to vomit to be still.

Go ahead, Sky. Do it.

Pow!

Crash!

At that moment, Sky pushes the one over him to fall to the side. He knows that if he waits until Petch comes back, he will not be able to fend them off even if he's a man. Then he gets off the bed, biting his teeth and holding back the pain in his stomach. He struggles up from the floor and runs to the door.

Grab!

"Arghhhh!!!!"

"Where are you going?"

Suddenly, Petch who is busy looking at his back becomes fast; he runs over and grabs Sky's hair. He screams out and falls on his back, hearing swear words of frustration over his head.

"Your ex is a fucking handful. If I didn't want to know how good he is after Pai's been fucking him, I wouldn't have helped you." The speaker pulls Sky's hair back so hard that the young man is pulled back onto the bed. Sky would have more strength in him if he didn't hear someone's name in the conversation which terrifies him to his bones.

And of course, Gun notices it.

"But he just gave the kid to you?"

Gave... to?

Sky's eyes widen. His brain stops processing anything as soon as he hears those words.

"Haha, look at him. Are you shocked, Sky? I thought I taught you better, but it seems you never learned."

The young man moves his face away in disgust when a hand slaps him gently and starts touching him adoringly. He knows better. Gun is having fun with this. He's having fun seeing Sky scared!

Pow!

"Ugh!"

"Fucking hell, he's finally down."

Sky hadn't yet processed what he heard when Petch punched him again in the stomach. His eyes widen, yet the world is blurry, the pictures aren't clear, only his ears hear everything. And he hears something that makes his heart... bleed.

"Prapai gave you to us."

"No... that's not true. No..." he shakes his head and whispers with no voice, denying what Gun is saying.

"How did you think we got in here? Your nice guy Pai gave us the keycard himself."

"No..."

Please, it's not true! Pai, it's not true, right? You didn't do this, right?

Gun continues in a joyful voice.

"You don't believe me? Well, it's okay. But these years have taught you nothing, right, Sky? So, I'll tell you something. When I told Pai that I was your ex and showed him our pictures, Pai said something. Do you want to know what?"

Sky didn't want to know that or anything else anymore. While his vision is spinning, he's forced to look at the phone screen; it's a picture of him having sex with three men.

A picture so disgusting that he has trouble breathing.

"I have more. Wanna see?"

"No..."

He's not saying it to Gun, but to himself as he looks at his picture and those men in various positions. Sky remembers nothing from that night but pain, and that he looked at this man and begged for it to stop. He didn't know when they took pictures of him, and now Prapai has seen them all.

"It's okay if you don't want to see the rest, but do you want to know what your Pai said?"

"No."

Sky feels as if he's dying. His heart is bleeding and screaming not to hear anything else at all. He doesn't want to know anything and be in even more pain. He shakes his head, breathless, looking like his heart could stop beating any second.

But the most horrifying words are said out loud.

"He said, 'Take back your filthy toy.' "

"Ugh!"

Sky sobs out loud with his eyes wide open, but he can no longer see anything when his heart and his brain are translating the message. The terrible memories from the past confirm that this is happening again, and in the most horrifying, brutal way.

Pai.... gave him to them?

Again? How long do I have to endure this pain? Why? Why does nobody love me?

He sobs and screams out as loud as he can. Even with no tears, Sky is dying.

Pai, do you hate me now? Are you bored of me already? You... gave me to them?

In the midst of the torturous screams, he can only hear the laughter of two men. Once again, Sky is returning to his past, but not in a nightmare. This time it's true that he has been fooled, and his heart has been betrayed again.

---

At the race, Prapai notices Sky is missing and Rain is returning from somewhere.

---

"Where did you send Sky off?"

Warren laughs.

"Do you have brain damage? You told me to send him yourself."

"Me? Me?!?!?!" Prapai shouts loudly, making the kid flinch and the smile fades; he realizes Prapai isn't joking.

"You didn't?"

"What did I tell you? I was racing all the time, I didn't have time to tell you anything. So, who told you, Rain? And where is Sky now?!" His stress causes Payu to stare at him, and also Saifah walks in to see what's going on while Warren replies quickly.

"Back then, when... when you were racing, Sky told me he was going back to rest, so I was going to drive him home, and a guard told me that you told me to send Sky off to your condominium."

Prapai rarely gets angry, but it's terrifying when he does, and Rain understands that now.

Even though Prapai is a big man with a strong body and tanned skin, he always has a smile on his face and his eyes only show happiness, so Rain has never been scared of him. But now that he's tense with angry eyes and clenched teeth, Rain moves closer to Payu with a hammering heart, not only because he's afraid of Prapai, but also because he's realizing... he screwed up.

Warren didn't know about his friend's past, so he never doubted a word from the other person. But no more.

"My condominium." Prapai is still repeating the word, but above all, he's thinking about the guy who kept flattering him and just asked for his keycard. He turns away from there and hops on his superbike as soon as he can.

Prapai isn't sure what's going on yet, but he doesn't have a good feeling about this at all.

"When the event is done, take the bikes to the garage. I'll see to them in the morning." Meanwhile, Payu turns to order his men quickly. He pulls Warren's hand who tries to follow; he doesn't care about the struggle and says to Pai in a strong voice, "I'm coming with you."

Payu doesn't know what's going on, but the look on Prapai's face... this is the first time he thinks his friend might kill someone.

"Me too."

Same goes for Saifah, who says it and gets in his car. Then Payu drives off immediately, following the other man who's riding his superbike far ahead of them and over the speed limit.

---

It doesn't take long for Prapai to park the superbike in front of his condo, stop the engine, and pull out the key. He remembers he already gave his backup keycard to Sky and his main one is with Petch. Instead of running to the elevator, he goes straight to the counter downstairs. He takes some time to give his name and obtain a visitor pass, by then his friends catch up with him.

"So, who told me to send Sky here?"

"How am I supposed to know?!" Prapai knows he shouldn't yell at Rain, but he has no time to cool down. Warren can understand, so he stays silent even though he's scared.

Not long after, they all arrive at Prapai's floor. The tall man runs along the hallway and slams his fist on the door.

"Open the fuck up!" He's so angry that he can almost break the door down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"The fuck are you banging for? Just come in quietly- Pai!!!"

Bam!

At that moment, the door opens up and Pet, who's wearing only pants, pokes his head out frustratedly. His eyes widen when he sees the owner of the room. Prapai doesn't care; he pushes the guy so hard that he almost falls. He heads right into the room and sees an empty living room.

"Pai, how did you get here? You let me borrow the room. It hasn't even been an hour yet!" The one who's been pushed blocks him again.

"Move away," Prapai says.

"Don't be so mean. I'm your brother. I'm borrowing it for a bit."

"I told you to fuck off!!!" Prapai yells from the top of his lungs. He no longer cares who's inside. If it's the girl Petch was eyeing at the race, then everything's fine. But if it's what he thinks, this won't end well.

He pushes the other one's shoulder away and pulls the bedroom door open.

"!!!"

The scene that he sees makes Prapai's eyes widen.

The one he's worried about is lying naked with another good-looking man.

If Sky were struggling, Prapai would not be this still. But, no. The kid who used to struggle with him all along is just lying, letting a man with a pierced eyebrow put his face on the kid's chest. And if Prapai saw it right, the guy was sucking Sky's nipples hard without any struggles from the kid at all!

There is not even a rope tying him down, just the boy closing his eyes willingly, causing Prapai to almost lose his balance.

"Here comes trouble. I told you, Sky, that this was a bad idea." Gun gets off the naked body, slicks his hair and makes a troubled face.

"I'm not lying to you. When we brought the girl up here, we found your boyfriend. I just found out that Gun and your boyfriend are exes. When we were here, your boyfriend started acting up on Gun, so my girl ran away. Then he dragged Gun into the bedroom. And as you can see, they're already having sex," Petch says with disappointment, but the one being mentioned doesn't respond.

It's like Sky doesn't care about Prapai at all.

"That's not true! Sky's not that kind of person!" It turns out to be Warren who shouts and pushes Petch away.

"Pai! Sky would never do that. No way. Even if he's actually an ex, Sky would never fuck his shitty ex! He's always disgusted any time he mentions his ex. Sky! Say something!" Now Warren is the only one who shouts loudly, acting as if he's about to approach his friend on the bed.

But Prapai is faster.

The man rushes in to grab Gun and swing him angrily into the wall. The tall man then drops down onto the bed, observing the naked body with wrathful eyes.

"Sky, get up and talk to me!!!"

He's damn furious after seeing the marks on the white skin, all over the chest, neck, and above all- the silver rings on both nipples.

"Talk to me!" he shouts loudly.

Sky has told him about the ex who made him pierce his nipples, and now the kid is wearing them again just to please the guy?!

Somehow, his heart is denying it, even with a clear scene that the two were obviously already having sex. Prapai doesn't want to believe what he sees. He's acting pitiful by begging his boyfriend to get up and answer.

What do you actually want? You can see they're having sex, so what is there to ask?

He should kill them both, so why is he sitting there waiting to hear any excuse from Sky?

Fuck! I don't want to fucking think anymore!

At that moment, Sky opens his eyes slowly and stares back at him with a gaze that is... empty.

He begs in a raspy voice.

"Pai... don't give me to anyone... Please don't give me away... Just yours... can I be just yours?"

Prapai doesn't really understand what's going on, but one thing he knows is... the kid is in agony.

Sky is not crying; there's no sign of him being drugged. There's only a few words slipping out of his mouth- can he be just Prapai's?

But that makes Prapai snap.

Not because of the clear picture of an illicit affair, but his heart makes him do this.

"You motherfuckers!"

He doesn't know what happened in this room. One thing he does know is that the kid is clearly suffering. It shows through his shaking voice and the emptiness in his eyes. Even though there are no tears, the listener's heart aches in pain. Who else could have done this if not them?

Prapai has been wondering what happened to Sky's last relationship, but this time he doesn't have to ask. The sure thing is that his lover looks like he could die at any minute, so the man turns around from his naked body on the bed and goes straight to the one trying to slip out of the room.

Pow!!!

The man makes a strong punch to Gun's face. The man crashes to the floor, but Prapai isn't satisfied yet. After seeing Sky's face and thinking of the paranoid looks Sky always had, or the day Sky told him they were over despite being in so much pain, he can guess that these men are the ones who caused it. He doesn't know what Gun did, but the bastard left a lethal wound on his boyfriend's heart!

"You hurt my boyfriend, didn't you?!"

"No... Ow! He seduced me! That bitch seduced me!!!" Gun tries to block the punches as best he can, but how can he fight a big, furious man? The more he makes excuses, the angrier Prapai is. He can't count how many times he punches Gun's face. HE doesn't care about the bleeding nose or cracked lips. He only knows that he will make Gun suffer more than anything he put Sky through.

"Stop it!"

Petch runs in to pull Prapai away from his friend, but at this second it causes a fist to punch at Petch's jaw instead. Still, it opens an opportunity for Gun to grab his phone and show Prapai when he turns back.

"You have to believe me. Sky is more slutty than you know! He fucked three men at the same time before!"

Gun shows the picture he showed Sky earlier. He doesn't care anymore about using it for blackmail.

They didn't think Prapai would catch up this early because the event wasn't over yet, and it's known Prapai never leaves early unless there's an emergency. They thought they would have fun with Sky many times and have a chance to drag him somewhere else before Prapai ever knew.

The picture was prepared for blackmailing Sky later, but they never thought their friends wouldn't arrive before Prapai. And what the fuck?! Just Sky saying 'Can I be only yours' can make Prapai this angry?

The picture pulls Prapai back and he snatches the phone to see it. He sees Sky giving a blowjob to one man and being penetrated from the back by the other two.

"You see? Are you seeing this? Sky is a slut. He invited me himself. He tricked you into thinking he was a good kid. I used to believe it too." When he sees Prapai freeze, Gun speaks with blood pouring from his nose and a smirk on his face.

The evidence is clear as crystal, who wouldn't believe it?

But...

Crash!

"!!!"

Not only is the phone thrown to the ground, but Prapai also stomps on it until it's broken right under his heel. He stares at Gun once more as he says in a terrifying voice.

"You take care of that fucker; This one is mine."

"Arghhhhh!!!!!"

After Prapai finishes speaking to Payu, the tall man grabs the ring on Gun's eyebrow while using his other hand to lock the head, and then he pulls the ring out. Gun screams in pain. His flesh is ripped apart. The red blood runs down his cheek, but this doesn't meet Prapai's needs. He's so mad he can actually kill!

Meanwhile, Payu knows that he was told not to intervene. Even if his friend actually kills Gun, just let it be.

Not just his piercing on the eyebrow, Prapai grabs Gun's head and slams it into the wall. He ignores the swearing and Gun begging him to stop, as well as the confession that he did it, Sky didn't seduce him, but he told a guard to lie to Rain. He did it all. But the more Prapai hears, the angrier he gets. Even though Gun's body falls to the floor and his face becomes unrecognizable, he still slams his foot into the torso.

"You hurt my boyfriend. You hurt my Sky! I'm never fucking letting you leave this room alive, you piece of shit!!!!"

Several hits later, Prapai kicks Gun until he's no different from a breathing piece of flesh, but he feels it's not enough. Incomparable to the torture Sky is gong through.

"Sky, look at me! Can you see me?! Sky, look at me!"

Rain's cries as he helps Sky calls back Prapai's conscience. No, his brain isn't working properly, only his body is rushing in and pushing Rain aside. He holds up Sky who is still laying frozen, staring up at the ceiling with his lips pressed together, eyes flashing without tears.

"Sky, look at me. Baby, please look at me."

Those eyes don't even acknowledge him.

Prapai feels as if the one in his arms is crying, but there are no tears. It's as if Sky is swallowing down all of his pain.

Two bloody hands carefully hold the kid's face, forcing the eyes to meet his.

"If it hurts, cry. I'm right here. I'll wipe your tears. Just cry."

He says it in a soft voice, even though his heart breaks for the one who is holding it back.

Prapai used to think Sky was never a cryer; despite their difficulties, he never cries, even when they misunderstood each other. But this time he thinks differently. He suddenly realizes the reason Sky doesn't cry is because he locks it all inside, letting his heart drown in tears and die. So, he begs in a shaking voice.

"Cry it out, Sky. Don't keep it to yourself. I'm right here, kiddo. Right here."

"..."

There is not even a flicker of movement. Sky just stares blankly with pressed lips and trembles. He looks like he's drowning, out of breath. He's still not moving, and then...

"I told you to let it out!!!"

The big man screams at the top of his lungs, telling the suffering one to let it all go, but...

Drip. Drip. Drip.

"I'm begging you, cry. I know how much pain you're in. Let me help. Let me..."

It turns out Prapai is the one with tears rolling down his cheek, to his chin, and dripping onto the bloody stained cheek. Tears after tears like there's no way of stopping it, while the deep voice is begging for any way to get inside Sky's heart, to be someone the kid trusts and lets out all that he keeps locked inside.

"I will never give you to anyone. Do you hear me? Never."

Those eyes blink slowly, and the one who has been silent after begging the other not to give him away asks in a shaky voice.

"Pai... why are you crying?"

"Because you won't. If you can't, I will cry for you. If you're suffering, I will suffer with you. If you are in pain, I will be in pain with you. Let me be the one who can do that for you." If he could, he would take all the pain from this kid to himself, all of it, just to be the one in pain or suffering. Anything and everything that is too hard for Sky to face, he will take it all.

And that makes Sky reply softly.

"Even if I cry myself to death, nothing will ever get better."

"It will, trust me. Everything is going to get better. I will be right here- right next to you- so I can take care of you." He insists strongly with a face covered in tears. Then his eyes start burning when the kid's eyes become red, and the tears... roll down Sky's cheeks slowly.

Sky cries, his body shakes, and the sobbing becomes harder.

"Um! Ugh! Pai, Pai."

The sobbing turns into Sky calling his name while tears flow from the collapsing dam. The one who's been still lifts his head up and pulls Prapai into a tight hug.

"Pai, please don't leave me. Don't give me to anyone. Please don't, please just love me. Just love me... Love me... Please! Pai!" the kid grips his shirt tight.

The one who's been trapping his pain inside finally cries out loud.

This is the first time after that incident that Sky let out real sadness and had someone with their heart open to truly hear him.

The man who will love and protect him like never before.

---

"I'll leave you to take care of it."

"Just go, we can handle it."

After Sky calmed down, Prapai wrapped the kid in a blanket and lifted him up. Then he glances around the room without a care for a moment and sees Warren crying with guilt not too far away. Payu is keeping watch on that shitty man with a pierced eyebrow who is already unconscious, while Petch is whining in pain at his feet.

"I'm coming with you."

"It's okay, Rain. I can take care of Sky." Prapai bushes the other one off, shaking his head and holding the kid tighter. Sky looks at his best friend, still Sky, still not wanting his friend to worry.

"I'm okay."

"Well... but... Let's talk after this."

Sky nods and closes his eyes, exhausted. He's not hiding anything anymore.

When they share an understanding, Payu calls them.

"Take my car keys."

Prapai rode a superbike on his way, but considering Sky's condition, it would be impossible to ride it home. So, Prapai is more than happy to take his friend's car keys. He doesn't want his lover to be in the same room as these fuckers anymore. He gets out of the room, but in the entryway he sees...

"Chai."

A handsome man with a terrifying aura- the close confidant and head employee of the host of the race.

Chai comes with a large group of his men. Surprisingly, those men are dragging several teenagers with them.

"That guy said there were going to be more people coming. I was worried we'd be outnumbered, so I called Chai. He happened to be around." Saifah raises his eyebrows at Prapai, looking proud of his own intelligence. Prapai thanks him for it. He's too mad now seeing Gun's friends to think of anything. He can only nod as a thank you and tells Chai-

"If it's not too troublesome, beat the shit out of those two in the room for me. I'm begging you. And if you want me to compete with anyone in the race, I won't deny it."

If he competes, bids will come pouring in, and the host will get a share. But Prapai is ready to not get a single baht, no arguments, he's ready to do anything Chai's boss asks him to, just to make sure the two brats get what they deserve.

And the Thai mafia will be even more thorough than what he asked for.

"I will see what I can do."

Even saying it like that, a deal has been made.

Prapai is now comfortable taking Sky out of here as fast as possible.

Prapai leaves, while Rain wipes his tears.

"Fucking asshole! You hurt my friend! Did you use me, you motherfuckers?!" the tiniest one who looks fragile has a stronger personality than Sky, and kicks Petch many times. There isn't even any hesitation in his mind when he goes to stomp down hard on the exposed crotch of the one who passed out; Gun will be waking up to absolute suffering.

"You hurt my friend, so you'll never use it again!"

This time, Payu doesn't stop him from stomping again... because his tiny boyfriend won't back down easily.

And, of course, he feels bad for Sky. So, for Rain who is Sky's best friend, how could Payu even stop him? It seems that before they end at Chai's hands, Petch and Gun will be made infertile by Rain first.

---

It is half past three in the morning when Prapai brings his lover back to his house. He stops to tell Praiphan, who is studying for her exams, not to wake anyone up. He doesn't want his parents to see how messy Sky and him look right now. His sister agrees and looks after them with worry, but doesn't intervene. He doesn't have time to care about anyone else other than the kid in his arms. He puts him down on the bed as gently as he can.

But when he steps back to clean his bloody body, he's grabbed.

"I'm going to take a shower; my hands have blood on them."

When he says this, the kid gets up, clinging onto him all the way to the bathroom with an uncomfortable look. He has to ask.

"Would you like to take a shower together?"

The one who's been quiet nods.

They really just take a shower. Prapai cleans the blood that stained Sky's face from his own hands. He takes off the rings which are pierced to the kid's nipples with hatred. He covers the kid's body in soap and cleans him up.

Sky also rubs soap on the man. There is no sexual sensation; there are only touches of trust and intimacy.

When they finish, Prapai wraps Sky in towels. He takes the kid to sit on the bed, but again...

Grab!

"I'm just getting clothes for you. Don't worry, I'm not leaving."

That makes Sky let go of his arm as his eyes look calmer. Prapai turns quickly around to put clothes on and grab some for his beloved, who puts them on without speaking.

When it's done, he doesn't hesitate to pull the other one into a tight hug, stroking his hair and murmuring that the bad stuff is over now, nothing will happen again, and that Prapai is here now.

The man can hear the heartbeat of the one in his arms slowing down. The anger and suffering lessens.

When he sees Sky looking calmer, he feels calmer too.

[tossawary]

I saw a musical recently where the main character was a writer of these fairy-tale-esque gothic romance adventures, so there was a clear-cut Hero and a Villain and a Damsel in Distress and a Wicked Witch character and so on. Very recognizable archetypes. These imaginary characters would come onstage and act out these adventures when the main character was reading her writing aloud to others.

Unfortunately, this musical was ultimately not good for many reasons, one of which being that the stories that the main character wrote had essentially nothing to do with the rest of the story. These overdramatic and cliché adventures didn't really reflect her real life in a deep and meaningful and interesting way, not effectively, and mostly just came off as silly; they seemed to mostly represent the writer character's inexperience and immaturity more than anything else; and I personally thought that the aesthetic frankly gelled weirdly against the setting of the "real life" segments. It was like two completely separate musicals were trying to happen in alternating segments.

But one REALLY cute thing that this show did is make these imaginary fairy tale characters into the stagehands. The Hero and the Villain and the Damsel were the ones who hurried onstage to move furniture around to indicate a change of location. They would briefly test out the furniture or adjust the props to their liking or interact silently with each other in other ways, before scurrying away or shooing each other off the stage again as the "real" characters walked in. I think the Villain character even lingered once to wink at the main character's mean aunt, before getting dragged offstage by the other imaginary story characters.

It was so cute and fun and made scene changes a bright spot in between terrible music and badly paced "real life" plot. Theatre allows for thin lines between "realities", there are lots of great fourth wall interactions in theatre for example, so in-universe imaginary characters as the stagehands for some really fun meta stuff in a different play. I keep thinking of Roderick Townley's "The Great Good Thing" which was read to me back in elementary school, but anything that has in-universe stories being told like "The Princess Bride" film could work. I hope to see more creative scene changes like that in future stageplays that really work with them.

[a-lesbianshadowinthenight]

this scene is comedic gold but also so indicative of all their dynamics. esti’s exaggerated cartoon-like legs flailing about as she gets up to run away is so funny but she clearly wants nothing to do with lupe at this point, lupe obviously caring about esti being missing but insisting she doesn’t and then putting on an angry front, esti telling her that she’s not her mother hitting a nerve, lupe acting both like a scolding mother and an immature squabbling sibling, jess trying to talk some sense into lu, who still stubbornly refuses to listen and tries to push past jess, jess being so exasperated by lupe’s behaviour to the point where they think it’s a little funny.

[shaylogic]

Edwin: Honestly, Charles, sometimes I wish you would cease your nonsense. . .

Charles: Why don't you cease my nonsense for me?

Edwin: What?

Charles:

Edwin:

[sarasade]

It's been pretty interesting to follow the

"Why Didn't Viren Get Redeemed vs Viren Got What Was Coming To Him"

discussion after The Dragon Prince's 6th season got released.

Hot Take

I think Viren got redeemed.

Because to me Viren humbling himself and acknowledging the hurt he has caused was redeeming. His conversation with Soren was the main event. His rather heroic death was only the cherry on top of the character development cake that has been baking since s4.

I think Viren dying wasn't as significant as what he did before that and how he tried to provide Soren with some kind of comfort and closure, you know, as a parent should, before going. Viren's redemption wasn't just him dying for Katolis but acknowledging his wrongdoings and trying to salvage what he could.

That was pretty redeeming for me at least. Viren did the right thing even when he knew there wouldn't be any reward for it. Even if he couldn't stop Aaravos from destroying Katolis or manipulating Claudia even after his death. Like, man, I kinda feel for the guy.

I think it has always pretty easy to feel sympathy for Viren. Viren wants to matter and wants to be important. However, his grandiosity, as psychologists would call it, keeps him from creating genuine connections with others. His friends, wife and children are only there to prop up his ego or get rejected if they fail to live up to his expectations. It's also pretty damn tragic that Viren opens up about his deep insecurities to Aaravos of all people. Someone who was the most likely person in the world to exploit these insecurities for his own gain.

Viren had to taste his own medicide but I don't think TDP says that's an objectively good thing per se or that we should enjoy this sort of revenge fantasy uncritically. Viren is still portrayed rather sympathetically and of course there is the part about his actions affecting others and the world in unpredictable ways. It's still a tragedy because Viren's actions and personal problems have caused so much collateral damage. The Why behind Aaravos exploiting Viren and Claudia is part of that tragedy, too. There are no winners here. In a way Viren is a victim of his own narcissistic tendencies, too.

This isn't just about the final episodes of Viren's arc. To me it's essential to ask What was Viren's biggest sin he should be redeemed or punished for? Depending on your answer you may have a relatively different reading of s6 story development compared to mine.

To me it's not a specific action he took but his whole worldview. Viren is a fictional character (duh!) so his story isn't exactly literal but metaphorical, a representation of certain values and morals real people and society holds. In s3 TDP draws a pretty straightforward, though brief, comparison between Viren and reactionary right-wing ideologues. It's not exactly subtle.

It's just one way TDP goes to show how toxic and abusive Viren's core values are. that gets reflected both in Viren's personal life aka how he treated Lissa, Soren and even Harrow and Claudia (last two more indirectly). Since he also had a ton of political power as a high mage and briefly as a king we see what he did with that power. It's a pretty clear take on people who dehumanise others, fetishise power and see all living things as something to exploit. TDP explores that both philosophically and psychologically through Viren. Dark magic encapsulates this philosophy well since using magical creatures like tools or objects is essential for it to work.

Also also- I don't really get why people see redemption or atonement as something black and white. It's not bad or anything but Redeeming Yourself For Your Sins is a very Christian concept and Christianity isn't the only way to understand villain story arcs. Like I wish there could be more discussion about WHY redemption is the main analytical framework we impose on villains when villainous characters have a ton of variety anyway.

I don't really have anything to complain about Viren's death itself and I'm not surprised that he ended up dying (for real this time). Aaravos seemed like someone who'd turn against Viren the moment he stopped being useful to him so Viren's life has been hanging by a thread since s4. Viren was the best part of TDP and every scene he's been in had been a delight, well expect the s5 dream sequence because it was too long-winded and obvious, anyway, I'm sorry to see him go and I look forward writing AU fix-it fics where he and Aaravos are married and run a hot brown morning potion shop with all their four totally not dead children. RIP Viren. You lived like a messy bitch and died like a messy bitch. Iconic.

[sounknownvoid]

Dean saved the world? - show me receipts!

Im sorry but seeing that other post about Charlie thanking dean for saving the world just lit my head on fire!... so instead of hijacking someone else's post, decided to dash off my own...n It also got me thinking - we keep being TOLD that dean is a saviour n saved the world (while being SHOWN his horrible,terrible,abusive behaviours onscreen) repeatedly by other characters incl sam.... but - where'sthe evidence?... here's my quick little rundown - tell me if you can spot dean "saving the world"?... coz I really couldn't...I tried, I promise!

let's look at the world-ending events in the show shall we:

Apocalypse v1.0? - it was sam(swansong) doing the saving - n caused by DEAN breaking 1st seal by selling his soul n the winged rat actively being a co-conspirator n manipulator

Godstiel (apocalypse2.0?) - sam again (remember him stabbing him to stop him while sam could barely stand?) - oh yeh n that was caused by asstiel too

Leviathans (apocalypse 3?) - its borax & black goo spatter into purgatory - & also caused by asstiel n sam n dean had to stand him up

Metatron & Angel fall at end of s8? - oh yeah, ALSO caused by asstiel and dean's emotional abuse pushing sam to "atone" - apocalypse 4?

Gadreel&metatron n angels war - caused by DEAN, casstiel n oh yeah deano going off n getting moc rather than face consequences of his facilitating a rape on his little brother.... n only ended by those entities' own self destructive tendencies (gadreel) & Naomi ..apocalypse 5?

Demon dean n moc-dean - dean's dumbassery caused it n sam ended 1xapocalyose (apocalypse 5) by agreeing to die at dean's hand n having dean banished as there was no cure -

BUT last minute there WAS a cure ( thanks to SAM working away n recruiting people to work on one despite all being against him) n dean was freed from the moc,saving the world - yet again...

Apocalypse 6 aka the darkness - n yes here sam indeed started another apocalypse when he released the darkness to save dean - copyright winchester-brother stupidity and also because through s7-9 dean has been berating sam relentlessly n needs sam to prove how much he truly "wurves dean" lbr... sam obliged unknowingly n released the darkness

n in alpha/omega n soul bomb holder dean DID TRY to save the world - but ACTUALLY wasn't necessary (& remember how throughout the season, he "couldn't kill the darkness") n basically returned as is...but uh with his mom...so pretty useless in terms of world-saving tbh imo...

Bmol - sam saved...the USA - not necessarily the world - as they still exist in the UK still at end of that season...

S13 - "oh look, we're running out of ideas,let's recycle: lucifer is out again" - casstiels fault n yes, dean makes another dumb deal and its SAM that hands him the blade to kill lucifer in that laughable cringey "battle royale" n then he promptly becomes the cause of yet another apocalypse as Michael!dean

S13-S14 - jack n chuck villain-arc - jack being born is not a world-ender in n of itself but it's sam that advocates for raising the all-powerful nephilim, Jack, with some decent values - batterred-wife though he is, by this stage.... but can we just agree that jack wasn't posing any threats to the world until he became soul-less n even then he's overcome with guilt n runs away n then is remorsefulonce hes got soul back? ... so no world-ending here..... until dean's stupidity (lets put jack in a box!) once again meant a powerful force aka jack here, was angry n unleashed upon the world - & then who went n got chuck to create a god-killer gun although, still no crushing the world agenda from jack still? - yeah u-know-who .... n who's so outta control that he wants to use jack as a soul-bomb to destroy God aka chuck - which IS a world-emding event potentially? - yep that'd be dumbass-dean...n who talks him off that ledge n saves the world potentially from THAT maybe-apocalypse? - that's right it's SAM!.... & who shot God/chuck? - SAM!...

S15 - chuck as final villain - who noticed n came up with the plan to have jack absorb chucks powers n effectively install a new god?? - SAM! ....

...so, WHEN & WHERE EXACTLY did DEAN 'save the world'?.... I want receipts!...

(no seriously tho, I'm happy to hear examples of dean saving the world for real)