#i'm not complaining of him being his actor i mean come on i even put him as my profile picture

[deadqueerboys]

Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

[aguyinthepubliceye]

BREAKING MY SILENCE...

my partner and I have been watching different Ride The Cyclone productions. So far we've watched the off-broadway 2016 production (and just in case i'm mistaken, its the one played by Gus Halper, Alex Wyse, Tiffany Tatreau, etcetc. I will also be referring to this one as the OG even though is not cus im too lazy to type allat again), and some of t he more recent ones done in universities. I think it shocked us both to see the differences in the script. I mostly have qualms and complains around Mischa and Ocean's character. Mischa's has to do with how he's portrayed rather than the scripts, like Ocean's. In the newer ones, Ocean is portrayed as such a mean girl especially with the whole improvisation thing. They made her so superficial when in the original it really felt like she was trying her best to (as repetitive as it sounds) be her best and change the world positively even though it gave her a feeling of superiority for believing she is better than anyone else, that it came from HER being capable of changing the world. And by the end instead of reviving herself, she revives Jane and comes to terms that this is how she will affect the world, through giving someone else the chance to live again. That also means that Penny might not even remember her, and that's a whole lot development for Ocean cus she's not thinking about what her mark will be in the world and the changes SHE will make, but rather giving someone else the opportunity to live is purely selfless cus she gets absolutely NO reward, not even personal achivement or nourishment. It's just character development which kind of looses her effect when she's turned into a smart ass MEAN mean girl with airs of moral superiority that make no sense when she's bullying just because. Basically, yes she does think she can change the world but her superiority comes from moral and ethics, not just cus she's like 'im just better than anyone else cus im so slay yas girlypop'. They just pushed it too far with some of the stuff they changed/added (I will admit the improvisation bit was funny, if only it didnt ruin her character ((imo)) I feel like Mischa is being interpreted much more dumb than he actually is. They make him SUUUCH a himbo but almost fully negatively. It seems like they are putting characters in boxes. I enjoyed the OG because - much like he himself says - he gets hyped about things BUT in Halper's interpretation conserves that ''gangster'' more or less serious/chill persona and it's not just some loud ass class clown type of character. We didn't watch much of talia but even thinking of those interpretations singing Talia clashes so much because it feels so dumb'd down compared to the 'og' since he's kind of stupid and silly so it feels like Talia really is just a silly first love, he's being delusional and shit like that. Instead of the Mischa we first saw who already seemed far more realistic and less stereotypical, so it makes more believable for him to be so in love with Talia and that being the whole argument of his desire to live. GRANTED WHAT WE SAW ARE UNIVERSITY PRODUCTIONS so im not sure they were full on actors but still, it bothered me so much to see that twice, i had to get it out of my system bro. No hate to the actors tho these things happen, whateverrr anyway gus halper slayed that role, i have yet to see a Mischa that has so much ACTUAL passion and doesnt dumb down his rage thanks for listening im done yapping please dont yell at me thanks x2!!

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Thinking about Actor Au like how @no-see-um-incorrect did!

Bittersweet:

Interviewer: So tell me about you holding the gun at Derek?

Boo giggling: okay so like that came up bc I was reading the script and the backstory of Al, Seth and Derek.

Alphonse: oh shit yeah!

Boo: I was reading and just blurted out "I would put a bullet in this fuckers head." And everyone was shocked hearing me say that!

Seth: yeah bc you got this face when ya said it hon. Like you were actually gonna do it!

Boo: Yurri ended up liking the idea so that was added!

Star Cross Streamers:

Interviewer: So, when you started to work on Star Cross Streamer what did you think of actually meeting Star who is a big streamer?

Faust: I was actually really nervous meeting them and like acting with them as well. Since I'm an okay streamer and they're like a big shot right?

Star holding their chest: I made you nervous?!?!

Faust giggling: uuhhh yeah??? You were this cool person that was nice to everyone and I was a bitch.

Star: hey! You fixed your attitude anyways your much more enjoyable now!

Faust blinking: Did my attitude annoy you!?!?

Star giggling: no silly! I mean your just a but nicer now!

Escape:

Interviewer: Auron, we heard that when Rook first met you they flirted right away at you?

*Rook hiding their face and nodding*

Auron: Ha! They did Yuuri wanted dme to meet them and I walked in. A wolf whistle was heard and they shot me a "Hey handsome how you doing?~"

Rook blushing and looking away: God I was like shocked seeing a hot dude and decided to flirt to calm myself.

Auron: don't worry it was flattering and nice. Also Yuuri got a laugh out of it.

Rook: he did he was trying to breath as I was blushing and not looking at you as I apologized for coming off so strong.

Demon Boyfriend:

Interviewer: So Lucien how do you feel about having to take three hours to get ready for your shooting?

Angel whispering: oh here we go

Lucien: Its so annoying!! And it gets itchy when I'm in it for too long!! Which suchs bc i mess up my lines with the voice changer.

Angel: there are MANY bloopers with Lucien.

Lucien pouting: Also it's hard to eat and cook in my set up.

Interviewer: Oh? You cook on set actually?

Lucien smiling: I'm a culinary student right now! Yuuri liked the idea of me actually cooking with the series so he let me!

Angel: I'm the taste tester when he makes something on set. Also once we tried doing brownies for a episode but Yuuri scrapped it bc it didnt seem right I think?

Lucien: But when a episode gets scrapped and there was food everyone gets some goodies bc of it.

Angel: yeah hes basically the mom of the group bc of it. He always asks if someone's hungry and starts cooking if someone complains about being even a pit peckish.

Lost & Found

Interviewer: So you two were actually childhood friends?

Charlie nodding: yeah we are!

Casper laying on him slightly: yeah I knew this loser since like middle school.

Charlie rolling his eyes: like you weren't a loser too!!

Interviewer: did some of the childhood friendship got added to the story?

Casper chuckling: yeah Yuuri was surprised when he found out we WERE childhood friends turned lovers and he loved how it feels real.

Charlie: but it also makes it hard being serious sometimes.

Casper: theres lots of bloopers where its Charlie messing up and I'm dogging on him for messing up. Then it turns into a big bicker thing and Yuuri has to scold us.

Charlie: yeah we get scolded the most out of everyone after Lucien. Its bc he eats too much on set.

[talaok]

hi there, I just read and loved “long overdue” and I was wondering if you could write another story about Joseph, kinda same plot with y/n being an actor in ST4 and some (a lot of?) smut with Joseph being of the dom kind and being into choking and spanking and stuff like that, and the sexual tension being soooo noticeable on set.

Please please please, your writing is SO good x

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Summary: You are part of the stranger things cast, and even though you never admitted it, you and Joseph both like each other, and one day, when he invites you to his house to "practice a scene" your true feelings find a way to come out.  

Warnings: SMUT: unprotected sex, choking, spanking, and prob. other things

A/n: This...this is dirty.I feel like I enjoyed writing it much more than I should have. ALSO thanks a lot for saying that my writing is good. It means the world, really.

TIRED OF RESISTING

"good morning my love" Joseph said walking towards you. You snorted and tilted your head to the side, looking at him "My love?". "Absolutely" he whispered as he got closer to you, put his hands on your waist, and kissed your cheek. You felt a shiver go down your spine, just like you always did when he greeted you like that.You had noticed he only did it with you a long time ago, but had never said anything, It's not like you were gonna complain. You loved feeling his hands and lips on you, even if not where you wanted them the most.  "You look really beautiful today" he leaned away, not letting go of your waist. Your mouth opened to speak but the words got stuck in your throat. He smirked at your reaction "Oh, come on, I'm sure people tell you all the time" he said in a low voice and you felt yourself blush. You swallowed nervously and laughed softly, trying to play it off, still not able to produce a coherent sentence. He still had that smug grin on his face, undoubtedly conscious of his effect on you. His eyes darted to your lips before coming back up to your eyes. "This is new" You frowned, confused He leaned into your ear "I usually have to use other methods to render women unable to speak" You widened your eyes as he backed away, smirking at you one last time before walking away. You remained there, frozen as he calmly made his way out of the set. What just happened? "Cut!" the director yelled. You stopped and took a step back, bumping into someone, your behind hitting them first. "Oh shit, sorry" you said turning around and placing your hands on their chest "I'm not sorry at all" Joseph chuckled  You rolled your eyes playfully "Of course it's you" "Like you wanted it to be someone else" he said, moving some hair away from your face. "Maybe I did"  His lips twitched into a sly smile "Sure" he said, putting his hands on your waist  "Sure you did sweetheart" he murmured making you squirm at the pet name. You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep a straight face as your heart was pounding in your chest. "stop" he whispered, bringing one of his hands up to your face and using his thumb to stroke your lip, signaling you to stop biting it "you have a way too beautiful mouth to be treating it like that" he murmured, getting closer to you "and secondly" he looked at you hungrily "it's very distracting" Your breath hitched as you started feeling dizzy. God, this man "Are you two done?" Gaten's voice startled you " we have a scene to shoot" "hey, so I was thinking," Joesph said as he pulled you to the side. You had finished the last scene of the day and everyone was already leaving. "oh-oh" you joked, feigning concern He rolled his eyes at you "We have that scene tomorrow. Y'know, the one just you and me." he looked into your eyes" And I think we should practice it together" he said. "You know, it's a really important one and I wanna do it well" You raised your eyebrows and nodded "Yeah, sure" He smiled and you noticed something creep into his eyes, something you couldn't quite identify. "Great. my house in like" he looked at his watch "two hours?" he asked "All right" you smiled "See you in two hours then" you said as you started towards your trailer. You wanted to get away from him as soon as possible before he could, as per usual, say something that made you weak in the knees, making you change your mind about going to his house. Which, you were just now realizing, meant being alone, just the two of you, with no way out of his penetrating gaze or of his flattering words. Oh god. What had you done?   "What was that about?" Natalia asked as you walked towards her. She was waiting for you to walk to your trailers together since they were next to each other. "What?" She tilted her head to the side and glared at you  "Oh, that?" you asked pretending to just have understood the question. "Nothing" you paused. You knew what her reaction was gonna be and you were trying to come up with a lie. Nothing came to mind. Whatever "I'm going to his house to practice tomorrow's scene" you said, trying really hard to sound casual. She opened her mouth in shock  and you shot her an annoyed look" We're just going to run lines, it's not a big deal" "You know, for being an actor," she chuckled to herself " you're a really bad liar". You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. You had taken a quick shower, changed into a pair of jeans, and put on a  black t-shirt, which you were now noticing, was very tight. You wanted to look good but not too good. You were just going to practice a scene after all. "Hello my darling" he said as he opened the door. You smiled "hello to you too" "Please," he said, gesturing you to enter "Come in" You did as told and looked around while he started walking towards what looked like the living room "It's a very big place you have here" "Big?" he turned towards you "Big" "It's big" he agreed, a slight smirk forming on his face. "You want something to drink?"  "Oh, no thanks. I'm fine "  He turned to you, his eyes traveling up and down your body, stopping for a second too long at your cleavage. "You look pretty" You laughed softly "That's the second time you've told me today"  "I can't help it" he liked his lips "What, you don't like it?" You swallowed nervously "N-no, I do. It's just-" you had no idea how to explain to him that every time he complimented you your brain would turn to mud and your heart would start racing so fast you thought it was gonna explode. "Or do you not like the way it makes you feel?" he asked in a low voice, taking a step towards you. You cleared your throat. Oh god, you had entered the house not even 2 minutes ago and you were already unable to speak. Great.Just great. "W-What are you talking about?" "Oh come on" he chuckled "Do you think I'm blind Y/N?" he asked, taking another step. He was looking straight at you and you swore you could see a  fire burning in his eyes. "You think I don't see the way you look at me?" he took another step. "The way you stare at me when you think I don't notice?" another step. he was now right in front of you, gazing at you hungrily. "You think" he brought his right hand up to move some hair away from your face. lingering for a moment to stroke your cheek." I haven't noticed how your breath hitches every time I touch you?" a shiver went down your spine. He put his other hand on your waist and leaned closer to you"You think I haven't noticed how you blush every time I kiss you?" he whispered to your ear before gently placing a kiss on your cheek. he put both his hands behind your back, forcing you closer to him. You felt like you were about to faint and have a heart attack at the same time. What the fuck was happening? Was this some kind of extremely vivid dream? "J-Joe" you managed to stutter in a thin voice. "I know you want this Y/N" he murmured, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his hot breath on your lips and his scent was intoxicating you. "Tell me you want this" he growled You opened your mouth to say something but immediately closed it again. Was this real?  You lifted your eyes and looked into his. Lust was all you could see. You bit your lip, god you wanted to kiss him. "I told you not to do that"  You frowned. he brought one of his hands to your mouth, calmly placed his thumb on your lower lip, and dragged it downwards, freeing your lip from your teeth' grip. His finger lingered on your mouth for a moment, before he moved his hand, placing his palm on your cheek and his fingers on either side of your ear, holding your face. He wet his lips and looked at you sternly "you still haven't answered me Y/N" To say that your heart was racing was an understatement. You peeked up at him, desire evident in your eyes. "Please" you whispered "please kiss me, Joseph" you begged. You saw his eyes light up and before you could even process what was happening his lips were on yours, and oh god, they felt like heaven. He tightened his grip on your face as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. The hand that was on your back started to explore every inch of skin accessible. He started caressing your ass as he moved his other hand to your hair and tugged them, making you gasp softly. You felt a smirk form on his lips and he didn't give you enough time to comment before he pushed you against the wall beside you. Your back hit the wall and you looked at him, your mouth wide open. He slowly looked at you up and down and smugly grinned "Finally" he whispered, more to himself than to you, you suspected, and in one second he was on you again. God, his lips on you felt a thousand times better than you could have ever imagined. They were so gentle and yet so aggressive just like his hands, touching you all over like you had dreamed times and times again. You moaned softly into his mouth as he squeezed your ass hard. you heard him chuckle softly as his other hand grabbed your leg and brought it up to his waist, starting to caress your thigh as he took you by surprise and bit your bottom lip, looking up at you cockily You felt all of your desire and need pool in your lower belly as you gave him a pleading gaze. He let go of your lip and kissed you briefly. "How about we go to my room?" he asked in a deep voice.  "Please" you exhaled. He pushed you onto the bed and placed himself in front of you. You sat up confused. "get up" he ordered. You frowned. He had quite literally just thrown you there. Why did he want you to get up? "Get up Y/N" he urged again, and this time you obeyed. He smirked subtly, clearly pleased "good girl" he gave you a quick kiss and took your place on the bed. You turned towards him, your brows still furrowed, your confusion evident. "Take off your shirt" "W-" You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off "take off your shirt Y/N" he purred and you swallowed nervously. You slowly took the end of your shirt and pulled it off, looking at him anxiously. His eyes immediately fell to your breasts and he bit his lip, holding back a grin. "See? I knew you would be good sweetheart" he praised you with a deep voice. "Now take off your pants for me, will you?" he asked, and you obeyed hastily this time. quickly taking off your shoes and jeans. You knew it was wrong but you were starting to like this. Putting on this little show just for him, just as he wanted was turning you on even more. You were sure your panties were gonna be drenched by now. His eyes traveled down your whole body and he smirked smugly. "Take off your bra"  You started taking it off. Slowly. excruciatingly slowly "Y/N" he warned you, and you smiled softly, happy to know that he was desperate for you just as much as you were for him. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to your feet. Joseph groaned loudly, his eyes glued to your now free breasts. He got up and stepped towards you. His eyes hungry and full of desire. He grabbed your waist and pulled you so close to him you could feel his hot breath on your lips. "You did good" he whispered before crashing his lips with yours. His tongue immediately found its way into your mouth as his hands started roaming everywhere on your body, with particular attention to your ass. He gave your ass a small spank, before pushing you onto the bed again. You propped yourself up on your elbows as he undressed in front of you, his eyes never leaving your body, as you admired the view. You blushed as you realized he had caught you staring at the obvious erection in his boxers and he just smirked, getting on top of you. His mouth found yours again in a passionate kiss, as one of his hands found your breasts and started desperately squeezing and stroking them. "You tell me a word and I'll stop, ok?" he said, catching you off guard. You nodded  "Use your words sweetheart" he said coyly, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly "O-ok" "good girl" he praised you as he tore your panties off of you and pushed two fingers into you. "OH MY GOD" you yelled "Sh,sh,sh" he shushed you, continuing to move his fingers in and out of you. "It's just my fingers" he whispered curling them inside you and hitting the spot perfectly, making you moan"if you make this much noise for just those" he chuckled as he sped up his movements"I don't know how you could react to the real thing" he stopped, making you whimper. he leaned away and took off his boxers. You liked your lips as your mouth involuntarily widened. "You're gonna be good for me, aren't you?" he asked as he positioned himself between your folds. "You're gonna take it all the way right?" you nodded   "your words Y/N, use them" "Yes-I'm sorry.Yes.I'll be good" you promised He groaned softly "that's what I like to hear" He looked at you one last time before slowly starting to push into you. You winced at the stretch and shut your eyes, already feeling tears starting to form in your eyes. He didn't stop and slowly continued filling you until he was completely inside you. He hissed just as he did and you opened your eyes back again. He brought one of his hands to your face to wipe a tear away from it and he kissed you quickly before, without any warning, thrusting into you aggressively. You gasped loudly and he bit his lip., enjoying the view under him. He thrust into you again and this time it didn't hurt as much, and you moaned softly. "good girl" he spoke proudly, as he started pounding into you relentlessly, making your tits bounce with each thrust. One of his hands made its way to them and started to not-so-gently play with them, squeezing and stroking, uncaringly about how you liked it. You were moaning his name like a prayer as his pace quickened and the hand that was on your chest made its way up to your neck, tightly gripping it. Your mouth widened as a loud moan escaped your mouth "That's right baby" he pounded into you even harder "take all of it" the sound of your body slapping together was brutal. "take it like the good girl that you are Y/N" His grip on your neck tightened and your vision started to blur. "So good for me baby" he said, bringing his thumb to your clit and circling it. "Oh god!Joe!" you cried out, shutting your eyes. You were close. you could feel it and joe felt it too. "Oh, no sweetheart" he pushed himself into you and leaned closer to your face, tightening his grip on your neck " Until I say you can" he moved his waist in a circle, making you moan faintly "You're not allowed to come" he whispered lowly, ghosting your lips and leaning away. "b-but Joe" you pleaded, already feeling way too close to your release. "Do as I say Y/N" He thrusted into you again, making you moan loudly. "pl-please" he thrusted into you again and freed your neck from his grip, rendering you able to breathe normally again. He stroked your cheek as he continued with his pace. You felt pressure build up in your lower belly and you knew you were close. "Please Jose-"you tried begging him but stopped as he ceased his movements and pulled out of you. He looked down at you smugly. Your mouth opened to protest but he instantly cut you off. "Turn around" he instructed. You immediately did as told, desperate for your release. You got on all fours and looked behind you to see him. He was biting his lip and staring at your ass, just like you could have probably predicted. "God you're hot" he mumbled as he put his hands on either side of your waist and got to his knees. "Even hotter than I had imagined" he said before licking a stripe through your folds without warning. You groaned at the feeling and pushed your back against him. He chuckled at your reaction and kissed your clit before coming back up. "Don't worry sweetheart" he pushed into you" It's coming" he promised. He picked up his pace quickly, making you cry out his name desperately. Somehow he was getting even deeper from this angle. "Joe!" you screamed. He brought his hand down to your right ass cheek, striking it hard "That's right baby" he spanked you again "Scream my name sweetheart" and again. You did. you cried out his name as he spanked you again, even harder. You were getting closer. You could feel the pressure continuing to build. "Please" you moaned as he caressed your backside after one last spank "P-please Joe. I'm gonna cum"  "I can feel it baby" He groaned "God, you're squeezing me so good Y/N" his voice strained. He was close too. "Come for me sweetheart" he trusted into you hard "Come on my dick baby". You didn't need to be told twice. You let yourself go and with one loud moan, you came all over his cock. He grunted at the feeling  "So good for me" he mumbled"such a good girl" he muttered as he pounded into you one last time before he came too, filling you up completely.

"Was this your plan all along?" you asked him through half-lidded eyes "maybe" he grinned, leaning closer to you "you didn't even wait 5 minutes after I got in the house"you smiled. "I know, I just couldn't resist anymore"

[bisexualhomelander]

May is upon the fandom. I'm going to be insufferable. Have fun with cute Butchlander for, like, an entire month.

Domestic May Prompt: Making tea/coffee for a loved one. Pairing: Butchlander

Billy felt watched. It wasn't the only thing he felt: his nose was stuffy, his cheeks were hot, his eyes were teary, his throat felt like he'd deepthroated a sandpaper cock taco. But there were also eyes on him. He could tell.

"What d'ya want?" he mumbled, not willing to open his eyes and confirm that the cunt was watching him.

"You're sick."

"Astute observation, mate. What gave it away? The snot on your high thread count Egyptian cotton?"

"It's American cotton, it's from OurSheet." Always on the defensive, that one. God forbid he sleep on imported sheets.

"Let me sleep."

Billy didn't think it'd deter him, and it didn't. The bed dipped when the supe sat next to him and extended a hand, a too-warm palm laying itself over Billy's forehead and greasy fringe. "One-hundred-and-one."

"You can tell just by touching me?"

"I can tell by the temperature of your sweat, actually, but it's nice to confirm."

"You're a little under the weather yourself, aint'cha?"

"You mean my temperature? It rises when my body deals with any pathogen. It's not the same as a human fever. I'm not ill."

"That... is exactly what a fever is, but whatever. Course you're indestructible, your highness. Ryan already awake?"

Homelander's eyes wandered to the side, going wide and empty as he tried to find his son through the walls of the Tower. "He is. He ordered Ashley around to get him breakfast in a tone of voice I'm almost proud of."

"You're raising him into a spoiled little prince."

"He's just gotten over his cold. I'll let him indulge a bit." It was true. Ryan had spent the past four days in Homelander's penthouse with a feverish, splotchy face, wrapped in all the blankets his father had been able to get and idly browsing through Vought+ for some entertainment. When the kid had complained of being cold, Homelander had picked up the entire bundle of blankets and Ryan and settled him into his lap, holding him close, even firing up his lasers from time to time to generate extra warmth. When work had called him away, Billy had taken over and put himself right in the line of fire. Now, four days later, the plague had gotten him by the balls.

"Why can he even get sick anyway, shouldn't he be like you?"

"He's not grown into his full power yet. I was susceptible to sickness when I was young. Resilience is something that will come to him in time. Until then, he has a lot of viruses to catch up on now that he's in school, surrounded by other children, out of his secluded home." It sounded like something the cunt had read in a parenting book. Knowing him, it was true. He had a habit of memorising trivia from books and then quoting it back. Must be the actor training.

Billy coughed. "Just happy he's doing better."

"I thought I'd be tired of it by now," Homelander said.

"Caring for others?"

"You and your silly little illnesses." He grinned. "And yes, caring for you. Not for Ryan. I'd kill everyone in this tower if it meant he'd get over his symptoms quicker, but you, you are..."

"A right cunt. It's alright. I don't need you to play nurse for me." Billy made to get up, but a hand on his chest pushed him back down with a determination he had nothing to put up against - less, even, in the state he was in.

"I said I thought I'd be over you being sick. I didn't say we're already at that stage." Homelander's hand trailed down to the edge of the blanket that had slid off Billy's torso and put it into place - up to Billy's shoulders, so only his head was peeking out. The furs were put over him as well. "Warm enough?"

"Mate, I'm already feverish. Last thing I need is more layers."

"Sweating is healthy. Ryan was a much better patient than you. At least he was grateful."

"Yeah, not the point of taking care of others, right?"

"I'm grateful, too," Homelander mumbled. "I know you wanted to laugh when they told me that- I know you did, even. I heard you. But you made sure never to do it while I was in the room with you. I owe you for that. That's all."

Homelander could apparently feel the smirk form on Billy's mouth because despite not looking in his direction, the supe raised a finger and said: "Don't."

Billy had never cared much about his own life, so the risk of being lasered for his comments didn't exactly deter him. "Least mine gets better with time, luv."

He finally managed to hoist himself into a sitting position and wrap his weakened arms around Homelander's body, pulling him close. "I wouldn't want to be ungrateful," he mumbled, kissing the supe's nape. "'M sorry."

Homelander shivered, but wriggled himself free. "I want to make you breakfast."

"Don't got much in terms of hunger."

"You're losing fluids. I'm a little concerned. Does coffee or tea sound better?"

"Vought doesn't sell any of the shit I want, and your celebrity chef isn't awake yet."

"Not Vought. From my kitchen."

"Your... what? If there is a kitchen in this room, you've never used it. I wouldn't know where it is, either."

"Doesn't matter. I know how to boil water."

"I'd kill for a cuppa." Billy let himself fall back onto the bed, stretching his arms out over his head, then deciding to cover his eyes with his hands instead. He looked like shit warmed over and was surrounded by mirrors to prove it.

"I have leaves. I know you like them better than the bags."

"Touched, luv," he groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his sinuses.

Homelander vanished. Billy waited to hear the sound of a tea kettle, or the bubbling of boiling water, but what he heard instead were lasers. He stifled his laughter with his fist, wrestling down another coughing fit.

Homelander returned a minute later with a steaming cup. The smell of earl grey permeated the sickness-laden air of the apartment, and Billy didn't feel much like laughing anymore.

"Only touch the handle," the supe explained helplessly despite cradling the cup in his hands like it was his firstborn. "The rest is still hot."

"Because you boiled it with your eyes. Kitchen my arse. You don't even have a kitchen."

"Okay, okay, I am the kitchen. I can cut, boil, stir, sauté." He held the cup out, handle towards Billy, looking anxious and expectant.

Billy was embarrassed. Being offered tea in bed, being sick in the vicinity of a supe who didn't get sick. He was showing his underbelly. Part of him was still waiting for the supe to strike. But he never did. There was no mutually-assured destruction anymore. There was just them in this room, spending time. Maybe that poem had it right. Maybe earth really was just an anagram for heart, and he was a fucking idiot. What he'd scorched wasn't the earth Homelander didn't need to walk on anyway. If anything, he'd destroyed the last bit of honour he'd still had. The last shred of respect his team had had for him. He'd sullied Becca's legacy by jumping into bed with the man who'd hurt her worse than anyone ever had.

He took the tea before that train of thought could lead anywhere. The smell was amazing, and the taste was even more delicious, at least as far as Billy could tell with his sense of taste being fucked by his cold. Earl grey. Real earl grey, traditional mixture. Real bergamot oil, none of that artificial stuff. Despite having only taken a minute to make, the supe cunt had somehow managed to hit the perfect temperature and concentration of tea in the water.

"Thanks," he said, not meeting Homelander's eye, which probably signalled more than he wanted the supe to see.

"Oh no!" a voice piped up. Billy hadn't heard him come in, but there Ryan was, chocolate-glazed doughnut in one hand, backpack slung over one shoulder, skateboard in the other hand. "Did I give that to you?"

Homelander jumped from the bed so fast it looked like he'd forgotten about the force of gravity for a second and floated upwards instead of standing up. "You get out, young man! I don't want you to pass this back and forth like a football. It's back to school for ya, bucko!"

Ryan chuckled, mouth still full of doughnut. He wiped sticky sugar from his face with the back of his hand. "Get better, Butcher!" he yelled before he was successfully shooed out of the room.

"Enjoy your tea," Homelander said, closing the door behind him. Every single day, he accompanied Ryan down to the entrance of Seven Tower, seeing him off to school with a lunch box and a kiss on his hair. It was cheesy as all hell, and Billy found it weirdly adorable.

Despite taking the skateboard with him every day, Ryan often flew at least part of the way. Billy heard the sonic boom that the kid could replicate perfectly by now. A second later, Ryan appeared outside the window of Homelander's apartment on the 99th floor. He waved at Billy and shot off into the sky.

Billy took another sip of his tea, letting the warmth of it soothe his sore throat. He couldn't remember ever having had tea that good before.

"Is that enough for your true British sensibilities?" Homelander was back, cautiously eyeing Billy up and down for signs of either enjoyment or criticism.

"Mate, I wasn't born in Ascot. I never had tea like this at all. How much did it even cost you?"

Homelander gave a dismissive shrug. "Import was more expensive."

"So it's the patriotic OurSheet for you, but you import tea for me? You pay taxes on it, too? Forgot your values?"

"Never. You know, William, I value family more highly than anything." And with that, Homelander crawled back into bed with him, and Billy intimately hoped that the supe would interpret the shiver down his spine as a symptom of his cold.

[grotesquehorse]

Red, White and Royal Blue (2023) is a tragedy, but not for the reasons that people who hate the book on principle are talking about. It's not just a bad adaptation, it's a bad movie. There is nothing redeeming about it except the casting of Sarah Shahi as Zahra.

First of all, I want to say, that the book DOES have depth. Just because a book is a romcom doesn't mean it doesn't have depth. And I'm sick and tired of seeing the criticism from people who didn’t read the book say "people are complaining that the movie doesn't have depth but the book didn't have depth either, so what were you expecting". It fucking has depth. And I have a right to be upset that the movie absolutely fucking butchered it.

The Casting

The casting, although it has been criticized, has not been criticized for the correct aspects. Nick and Taylor have enough chemistry to be passable for a romcom - it's not great, but at least it wasn't Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant in Two Weeks Notice.

The casting for Alex was not good. I have nothing against Taylor, but his thousand-yard stare had nothing behind the eye(lashes) and actively hindered any and all of Alex’s interactions. Nick was better; Henry is a more subtle character (as he has to be), and this was portrayed much more convincingly.

Nora was fucking annoying and her actress was bad. Uma Thurman does not belong in this movie. Stephen Fry, although the funniest possible actor to put in that role, shouldn't have been in this movie either.

Alex, as a character, was butchered. He should have a Type-A, bouncing off the walls, undiagnosed ADHD, horny but anxious confidence about him. Movie Alex was entirely wrong. I would call him suave, but I don't find him charming. The audience is supposed to think he's suave, maybe, but this is the wrong character trait to give him. He is supposed to be confident and charming, but not suave. There is nothing going on in his head, and this is especially detrimental when Book Alex’s main personality trait is that he overthinks everything at every possible angle.

The Alex and Henry Relationship

The first kiss between Alex and Henry and the scene preceding it are all wrong. Movie Alex is kissing multiple different women and Henry is much more isolated than in the book. Alex’s first line in the confrontation is supposed to be "what are you doing out here?" not "did I do something wrong?" when Henry leaves the party; it's supposed to be more nuanced. Henry should be feeling "of course he's straight, he can't want me, I can't want him" not "betrayed because Alex kissed someone who is not me". Alex is not supposed to know that Henry is upset. Alex is not supposed to think that he is the cause of Henry being upset. The movie cuts any of the depth between them. Another core personality trait of Alex, is that he is selfish. He forgets to text June back about dinner, he gets wrapped up in his own head, he doesn’t understand his friendship/relationship with Liam. He doesn’t understand that he may be the cause of Henry’s emotions.

The camping scenes touched on Alex being selfish, but again, in all the wrong ways. He starts talking about how they could be out as a real couple after the reelection, but he fails to consider that Henry is a prince of England. Truly baffling writing choice, considering Alex is supposedly intelligent and political and, while selfish, extremely aware of the politics surrounding his and Henry’s relationship. Book Alex would never have suggested that they come out the way that Movie Alex did. Movie Alex is a fucking idiot, and didn’t do much to even try to convince me otherwise.

Although I hoped that the movie would be more romcom and less political/royal drama, I’m still dissatisfied with how the movie executed this. There was no journey watching Alex and Henry become friends. There was no "I’ve been in love with you for years" from Henry. There was no "you obsessively looked at his picture in a magazine" from Alex. A large part of the animosity between them, for Alex, is that they are constantly compared in the media. They are uniquely perfect for each other because they are both in very specific spotlights. This aspect of their relationship is completely absent from the movie.

My friend wouldn't let me skip the sex scene, but just know that it was fucking uncomfortable.

The Implications

The combination of Liam and Rafael Luna into one journalist character is a twofold character assassination. You can't take a high school hook up and a gay political professional (who Alex looked up to) and combine them into a journalist. It doesn't work. Miguel, the journalist, acts like a villain immediately - sunken eyes with a scorned lover attitude. He's a joke. There's no nuance in taking two crucial pieces of Alex’s sexuality journey and mashing them together to create an evil gay guy with no explanation.

It's implied that Miguel leaked the emails, but this ignores the actual triple agenting that Rafael Luna was doing. This movie is rated R, but we can't talk about a man attempting to sexually abuse another man because we can't talk about sexual assault amongst the LGBT community; that would make the gays look bad. But we can diminish two characters and create an evil gay journalist archetype who just wants to out Alex and Henry for his own professional gain (and maybe get back at Alex for refusing to hook up with him again). So, you tell me, which gay representation is "worse" for the gays?

Miguel had to be created to be the villain so that Richards, the republican candidate running against Alex’s mom, the one who abused men and attempted to sexually assault Rafael Luna, couldn't be the villain that he is in the books. Because that would alienate the republican audience. Because the republican audience is so crucial to the marketing of what is considered the first mainstream gay romcom.

The Technical Aspects

The social media editing was bad. The way the emails were done was bad. There was no version of this movie that would be successful. There's too much reliance in the book on texts and emails, and you can't build a relationship through technology in a movie. It's always unsuccessful.

The cinematography is Hulu-original bland. The directing was incompetent. The script was incoherent at worst, and over written at best. "trouble you no longer" is a bad line. "he grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football." what the fuck are you talking about.

I hate that the movie was bad, but it was bad. I don't know what fucking movie these other people are watching, but Red, White and Royal Blue (2023) is fucking unwatchable.

[bugsbenefit]

It’s because some of us can’t stand fanon mike he’s not will or el at the end of the day it’s not our fault the duffers already messed up his character arc long ago. some of us aren’t really interested in mike like that and to be frank I hate how much trauma people are putting on him as if he isn’t a privileged middle class *maybe cis maybe not* kid with insecurities cause he can’t play hero anymore like he used to. Fanon mike is retaliation to whatever we got the last two season from the character and I get it, but why are we keep acting like he’s important to vecna or the plot like that he’s just els boyfriend and wills crush at this point.

You don’t agree with this most likely but idc I’m just here to let this out for those who sympathize with mike. He’s genuinely not a interesting character and if Will wasn’t in love with him I wouldn’t look his way.

Hello? Will solo stan that doesn't get the show in My asks? more likely than you think

i'm sorry but you clearly sent this knowing i wouldn't agree with you and you don't sound like you want a conversation so... why did you send this? was it just to tell me there's people that don't care about Mike? because shockingly, i know that already, the influx in open Mike hate was why everyone doubled down on his character being important and purposeful last week in the first place

i'm genuinely confused on how you're watching the show, though. i mean, at least you're admitting you're only in it for Will so i guess you're aware of your bias and shortcomings?

also lmao sorry but *maybe cis maybe not*?? are you trying to say being queer in the midwest 80s in a small town with a conservative environment wasn't that bad or damaging or worth elaborating on because he's "probably cis" and the family is middle class? hello? newsflash just in, the queers need to stop complaining about how scared they are of coming out and potential consequences of it, if you're cis you're basically getting cishet privileges anyway. i'm really not sure what you meant to say here, you okay? also, aren't All the characters cis??

the vendetta you have against "fanon Mike" is fascinating tbh. what exactly is "fanon Mike" to you, bc the ask suggests it's just Mike with any motivations and 3dimensional writing orrrr? also thank you for telling me that Mike El and Will are separate characters! i almost forgot! i really needed the reminder that these extremely different characters aren't actually the same person or re-skins. thanks for your service, you really showed the evil Mike-sympathizers today o7

but you know what, sure, i'll indulge this a bit, i like talking about the show after all, you don't have to read this ofc, i feel like we're both aware we won't find common ground here

saying that Mike isn't important to the plot is batshit crazy sorry not sorry. not even talking about s5, it's just plain wrong in general and i'm assuming you haven't seen the show in ages

even right from the beginning Mike is established as the first MC and then proceeds to be the main pov for the entirety of s1. in universe Mike is the parties dm unofficial leader and according to Will "heart of the party", out of universe Mike is the only character that has established relationships and evolving conflicts with every single party member and even most adults like Hopper and Joyce. i don't know how you're watching the show to take away that Mike is unimportant and a support character

ST is an ensemble show and Mike is one of the characters, alongside El, Joyce and Will that consistently fills an MC role. (while also being one of the only ones to outright get referred to as one of the mains by actors and writers) where you got the idea from that Mike is a useless character people are stupid to care about is beyond me

if you're genuinely going into s5 hoping for Mike to be as unimportant and off-your-screen as possible i feel like you're setting yourself up for the disappointment of the century. i feel stupid just listing the reasons for why Mike is clearly going to be an important player in s5 because of how obvious they are but oh well

Mike is the first protagonist ever introduced and the final season that wants to go "full circle" Has to finish his arc satisfyingly for it to work

Mike is Will's love interest, a character that's already confirmed to be more of a main on screen again, so focusing on both parties of the ship is necessary to get them together

also Mike is still in a relationship? if he's supposed to go from dating El to suddenly dating a guy that's also his childhood bff you need to elaborate on his feelings. otherwise Will's romance is also going to fall flat and i'm sure you don't want that anon

Mike is part of the people that only came back to town after everything in s4 went down already and part of the group that seems to be the main focus in s5 (see the hill shot)

also just regarding the hill shot, Mike is center stage here (and also between his two "love interests"), totally accidental i'm sure

also the only character Will told about Vecna being alive in s4 and already swore to kill him with Will, also totally not a s5 set up don't worry

and before i go on here, aside from the writers themselves mentioning Mike as a main in multiple interviews David talked about the s5 mains a few days ago and Obviously Mike is up there along with El, Will and Joyce, exactly the people you'd expect

i don't understand how people are trying so hard to claim that there's nothing interesting about Mike to get into, as if even just s4 itself doesn't go out of it's way to set up an excess of potential conflict for s5

obvious relationship drama with El left hanging after an "i love you" monologue which we didn't see a response to yet

feelings for his best friend while he's still dating his gf

the unresolved painting lie

also the sexuality issue that comes with being queer/gay, that's been going back to s1. also made more severe by the show going out of it's way to repeatedly hammer home that the Wheelers are conservative and don't have close relationships with their kids

"you're the heart", speech about leading the party and bringing everyone together. he can't just face into the bg after Will gave him that talk, there needs to be payoff

the whole hellfire thing that's set up with the members names and faces being broadcast as "satanists" and the potential reason for everything that's been going on ON TV, sure that won't have any consequences am i right?

the Vecna plot itself, s4 makes it a point to have Will tell Mike and only Mike about Vecna being alive and the two of them agree to kill him right before the season ends

and that's just the obvious set ups s4 leaves us with, not even touching on the fact that Mike's pov has been withheld for essentially 2 seasons. which is something you can do and ignore, but only if the characters don't have anything going on during that time. Mike meanwhile changes drastically in these two seasons and we never get to learn what actually happened, why he's suddenly so set on growing up and getting gfs in s3, why he's suddenly such an uninterested bf in s4, why he suddenly feels weird about kissing El in the s3 finale after already having made out with her. there's a lot happening and we only see the fall out of it, we don't get Mike's pov. you call it "bad writing" but that's a picture book writing 101 set up, if you don't see that i don't know what to tell you

but i feel like you said everything already, i'm just rambling because i like talking. we probably won't find any common ground here. you only tolerate Mike because you like Will and that's that. not everyone has to care about every aspect of a show, however, i don't get why you're going to other blogs to tell them about your personal preference and about how you don't like one of the MCs. this is an ensemble show, it's not the El-show, and it's not the Will-show either, both of these takes are equally wrong

i don't know what the ideal s5 would look like to you, but if it turned out Will was the only important thing and the only character we focused on it would be absolute ass and horrible writing

Lucas just lost Max and left him with a shit ton of trauma, also Erica's gone through so much too. Max is still lost in a coma. El is distraught over not being able to save Max and now not find her anymore. Dustin just lost Eddie right in front of him too. there's a military presence in Hawkins now, the hellfire club fallout still hasn't happened, and so on and on. (also things like the "Nancy love triangle" still need time to be resolved too)

there's a lot s5 has to focus on to be a good wrap up for all these arcs. and yes, handling Mike's arc well is also part of that, shockingly

also ending this with a: you know people are allowed to like and care about character even if you don't give a shit about that character, right? claiming a central character with a ton of conflict set up isn't interesting is well withing your right and i won't change your mind on that, i'm aware, but going after people for actually caring about the conflicts the show is setting up isn't the move either. not everyone is obligated to share your views, especially when they're this far out there. and i feel like you knew that going in here

[aihoshiino]

chapter 130 thoughts

MEMCHO TIME!!!!!!! admittedly it feels a bit jarring to suddenly swerve to focusing on Mem following last chapter but I will never complain about Mem Time

This chapter focused on an aspect of Mem that I've talked about before and really appreciate in that it makes a point of saying that Mem is a lot smarter and much more capable than her front-facing persona tends to make her come off. It's not that the everyday Mem or the more mature, capable adult Mem are 'fake' in any way, but Memcho deliberately chooses to emphasize this bold energy of hers as a way of dealing with challenges and ingratiating herself to the people around her. As coping mechanisms for tough times go, it's honestly the most healthy anyone in this series gets lol

It's also possible I'm just saying this as The Ai Guy but it honestly reminds me a little bit of Ai's dichotomy - it's not that either side of her is 'fake' in comparison to the other, but she chooses to put on a more socially acceptable face by playing up certain aspects of her personality.

It's also interesting to see Kana and Akane talk so frankly about the mundanely grimy and nasty parts of being an actor. OnK tends to focus on more large-scale or I guess 'grander' aspects of the entertainment industry's darkness so it was a bit refreshing to see it at least acknowledge something more down to earth like "making movies is expensive and stressful so everyone's on edge"

Extremely interesting to note: We find out that Abiko and Kichijoji also contributed to the movie script even if only in small parts. Not only is the movie drifting further away from reality just by the basic needs of dramatization, it has now also been touched by at least two people who didn't know Ai and who never even met her. Whether the story acknowledges this or not, it's becoming increasingly clear that we need to take any information from this movie with a whole lamp's worth of salt.

After all, while this is a story about Ai... it's not really Ai's story, is it? She's not the one telling it and when you really get down to it, this is just another example of Ai being exploited and commodified for other peoples' desires, with the added tragedy that this is her own son finally taking part in that exploitation in a misguided attempt to grant her wish.

But... we'll get to that.

The note Mem and Aqua's convo ends on is kind of strange. Aqua acknowledging he's using Mem is surprisingly straightforward of him but Mem saying in return that she's glad for it seems kind of odd.

And finally... we get a proper peek at one of the DVDs at last, though only in part.

I'm increasingly curious as to why Ai chose this method for telling the twins whatever she had to say to them on the DVD and the circumstances around them both are pretty weird. Her insistence on Gotanda looking after them and her request to deliver them to the twins at age 15, as if she might not be around to do it herself... I can really see why people have been wondering if Ai didn't suspect her life was in danger around this time, though it's not a theory I'm fully keyed into.

It's also interesting that she split them in two. I'm assuming this means Aqua has some information that Ruby does not but again the question: why this method of delivery? The DVDs as a whole are such a weird little mystery box and I can't help but wonder if even Akasaka isn't sure what he's doing with them.

Cute detail, though: The 'Happy Birthday' streamer up on the wall is from the anime's version of the Ai interview flashforward, which reframes it as a message recorded for the twins by Ai on their first birthday. It's cute to see the anime's creative choices reincorporated back into the manga like that.

Ai on the DVD says she has a request to the 'now all grown up' Aqua and Ruby - she specifically asks it of both of them, which means that Aqua keeping his to himself is particularly shitty of him, but in a way that's in-character and consistent with the self destructive behaviour we've been seeing for a while.

All in all, this was an interesting chapter and I don't want to say it was unnecessary but it felt... weirdly placed, I guess? Similar to my feelings on chapter 127, it feels even more like a story beat we didn't need right now. Obviously, we're still making our way through the movie arc so this structure might make more sense on the other side, but I've got a bad feeling that we're spinning our wheels a bit so Aka can try and keep pace with the season 2 production.

This was volume 13's last chapter so we're on break next week! Who do you think we'll get on the cover this time? Personally, I'm manifesting Melt......................................

[sydalelys01]

DAMIAN'S FALSE PATERNITY

Well I'm back just, with something more relaxed,

Today we will talk about the shittyshow, clearly it will not be anything good…. Especially Damian's false paternity…a.k.a the flaccid prince.

Disclaimer: this post is not against the actors, it is not their fault that they were chosen and despite that, they were characterized in the worst way. It's HBO's fault.

Well, starting with clearly that the shitty show Damian is GAY, he is not bisexual or anything, he is GAY. My arguments to say it are these:

Damian only had 3 scenes of a sexual nature in the first season (explicit) because he had others of a “flirtatious” nature but we will talk about those later.

In his first sexual scene, which is with that false attempt by the whore Liseny, who isn't even Liseny, I don't remember where they invented that mysaria came from in the HBO garbage, he doesn't get an erection, the man simply doesn't work, they'll tell me… it's because there are men who sometimes do not have an erection for X reason and it does not mean that they are gay. Ok, let's suppose I buy that pathetic excuse from you.

let's move on to the second scene, which is with Renada in the brothel… No… my life… is not leaving because he has renada's reputation in mind… If I remember correctly what Condal said, it is that he was impotent… in short, he didn't get hard and that's why he leaves her there and goes to drink, assuming that it wasn't because he is impotent and he did it out of "respect" and "protection" to Renada, clearly he could have gone to sleep with a whore to satisfy his desire… of course assuming that his body reacted sexually to Renada's, but NO, he went to drink. For obvious reasons, he had no desire for her.

To go in order, we can talk about his first flirting scene, which was with Laena where he compares her in beauty with HER BROTHER (Laenor), which is true that in the books that phrase is said, it is never mentioned that it was Daemon who He said it, it was a comment that several people made in court, what was the need to do that scene? If not to reveal his interest in men,

His second scene and the most obvious is his flirting scene with his servant in pentos… which he did IN his wife's FACE, plus they say they cut scenes where they were more explicit, where the servant's actor on TikTok came out to confirm that They were lovers.

And it's also good to add that in the book they released to explain the shittyshow they say that Damian was in love with the mummy Viserys and that's why he always sought his approval and walked around like a lapdog after him who even threw an egg tantrum just because he wanted his sweetheart was going to confront him and not forget the scene of jealousy that he made, complaining to him for not being his hand and that he preferred Otto… loving trio in sight……

And good to put the icing on the cake, the scene on the beach with renada………. I don't know how you are able to see love, passion and desire in that scene……. It's just as uncomfortable as the scene with the mummy Viserys and Alisaint, who will tell me you saw there if it works… but let's keep in mind who Damian came from seeing, he came from seeing his sweetheart Viserys's corpse, that's why he It worked, he came excited hahahaha sorry…. Well… not sorry

Well now let's get to the point of the post hahaha, Damian's paternity.

I clarify again, I'm talking about the shittyshow, not the canon.

The twins to begin with don't look anything like him, they are a carbon copy of Laena, pay attention, Laena is mixed and if they are supposed to be from Damian, the girls should have a lighter skin complexion, otherwise be told that Corlys' genetics are pure velaryon!!! Let me remind you that Corlys has Targaryen descent… so knowing the life they showed us that they led in pentos, it is very likely that the twins are not their daughters and they will tell me but Baela has a dragon… come on, dragon seeds have less blood than them and they could still ride dragons…so…

But well, you'll tell me… well, the bastard minis (you don't know how it hurts me to call my children Aegon and Viserys like that even though they're not them… the poor creatures are the most innocent there) came out blonde… but well, their mother is Renada, don't forget it. She could have messed with another guy and this time it turned out well, keep in mind that Renada is going to Dragonstone to live with Damian, and in the series she lived in the fortress before that's why she was more watched by her sweetheart Alisaint, being in dragonstone she could do and undo… so these children could not easily be Damian's children…

But well, knowing Damian's sexuality and that the only time we see that her male apparatus works is after seeing the Viserys mummy… that says a lot…

It is your problem if you attack yourselves and do not want to see the reality of your Damian and Renada.

Sorry not sorry, and don't give me the homophobia card, invent another argument… you are tired… that's all you have in your mouth

kisses.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Downton S7: My One Fear

Nothing can ruin Downton Abbey for me.

Nothing.

It exists and I love it. If more comes along and I don't love it, it does not have to exist in my world. I can ignore it. I can say 'my Downton ends at the second movie, thank you' and be perfectly happy rewatching the parts I like. And honestly, there are lots of things they can do that I would still enjoy. I saw one person post that apparently they'd heard the rumor it actually is WWII era and that could be cool. It could focus more on the kids, etc. I wouldn't even mind that Thomas wasn't there because let's be honest - there was always the possibility that Rob would want to stop doing it, same as the other people who would not renew contracts. As long as they wrote the character out by sending him off into the sunset with a nice boyfriend rather than, oh, dying of a perfectly preventable disease or winding up smashed under a car, I'd be good. If that's what happens, I will be good.

Downton Abbey being ruined is not what I'm afraid of.

I'm afraid of the fandom being ruined.

That can happen and there are lots of people who can do it. They're called 'other fans'. They've already made me feel - repeatedly, for years - like it would be better for me to pack up and leave. They've already sank a ship I liked by deciding "we're not going to be fun anymore, and if anyone complains about it, we're going to tell them they're nasty and blame a different group for it, haha we are invincible…and miserable woe is us". They've already made me nervous about posting certain fics without big, honestly kinda off putting author's notes telling people not to use my comments to simply bitch about what they don't like while pretending they're complimenting my fiction.

I am here to enjoy Downton Abbey. Period. End stop.

It seems like a lot of other people are here to hate it, or at least to find every conceivable reason to hate Julian Fellowes.

If Rob's not in it, even if it's his decision and he somehow managed to send out a hand written, personalized letter explaining the decision to every Thomas fan on the planet, I would bet the mortgage that I still get buried in a tidal wave of "here's more proof that JF is a homophobe why does he even write gay people he sucks at it!" I mean, okay, that gay person made me feel represented in a way no other gay character ever has and his actor's received fan mail from people in unsafe situations saying that character gave them someone to connect to, but that's not important. That was an accident and JF would probably be horrified if he knew he'd done something nice for us. All of the places he said he liked Thomas, Thomas was supposed to be sympathetic, those were just a cover, right? Right? That's how this works?

If Rob is in it and something's happened with his relationship to Guy because Dominic West wouldn't sign on Julian Fellowes is the King of Homophobes, it's going to be a ton of "See? He can't let Thomas have happy things! Of course he can't let Thomas have happy things! We are vindicated in our dislike!" We'll probably even see that from the people going "Oh good, he's back and single now we'll have an easier time getting him back with (Phillip/Edward/Jimmy/Richard) - his TRUE LOVE!" Because the canon just worked in your favor, but that has to be an accident, because Julian Fellowes sucks.

And people can't just ignore the new stuff. We have so much proof of that! It's beyond our collective ability to just say "Yeah, I'm not interested in this, I'm just going to ignore it" if it is remotely connected to something that does interest you. Ignoring a pairing between characters you're not interested in (which lots of us do) is different from ignoring a pairing you don't like with a character you do (which a lot of us…don't). We can't just say "I didn't like that film or that ship, so I'm going to ignore it's existence and keep writing fiction based on what I like", we have to bring up how much we don't like that film/ship/Julian Fellowes every chance we get. That in turn makes it impossible to ignore the complaining and just enjoy the thing you like.

Seriously, there's one person I want to miss, but I can't because every time I made a post that could be construed as saying something nice about JF, they had to comment (or better yet reblog it) with a hand wave of agreement and then copious assurance that JF is a horrible person and they know and acknowledge the fact and won't let anyone else forget!

So if S7 comes along and people don't like it, that dislike is going to become what the fandom is about. If some people like it and some don't, it's going to be about the two groups arguing (and undoubtedly blaming the conflict on the other side) because they refuse to ignore each other.

And I don't want that.

That is not what inspires me to write fanfiction, that is what inspires me to napalm my blog and haul all of my work off of Ao3.

I don't want to scroll through a dashboard's worth of posts discussing why anything we don't like is Julian Fellowes's fault, even if it was more likely Gareth Neame's or the director's or the actor's or the costume department's. I don't want all of my Ao3 comments to suddenly be full of "Oh good, you fixed that thing that JF did wrong" or "Yay! A piece that rejects JF's dreadful next installment!" and other things that don't actually have anything to do with why I write or what I'm doing with my writing or even really compliment what I've done.

But I can't create in a bubble. I need the interaction and good feedback to be inspired and to learn and grow.

I want to be able to enjoy a thing I like with other people that like it.

And after having a good chunk of the people I associate with - and even more of the writers I used to enjoy - decide post movie two that being fun and enjoyable to interact with was absolutely for the birds, thank you very much, I'm really pretty afraid I'm not going to have anyone to talk to.

[ladyelainehilfur]

Watched Wish last night! I'd previously seen a bunch of videos criticizing it for this and that, and while some arguments hold up (I just know someone down at Disney has their head in their hands, wondering why the soundtrack didn't blow up like Encanto did even though it had the same musical bones), I ended up really enjoying the movie anyway. The animation also wasn't as bad as people made it out to be.

Maybe it's because I'm not hard to please as someone who's liked Miraculous Ladybug for 8 years, but I did find story decent, the humor was pretty good, Asha was quirky but not annoyingly so imo, and I can tell a lot of heart was put into the movie, even if it ultimately failed at capturing an audience.

People (mainly adults) complained about Asha's friends and their lack of personality and depth. I thought they were fine as they were, and not every character needs a backstory. My favorite part of the movie was the Dopey friend character. I actively looked forward to his lines, and Grumpy never got on my nerves either. The others were kinda boring, but they didn't take away from my enjoyment of the story. I probably laughed out loud because the people in the audience were cracking up, but the fact that it made a room without a single minor in it burst out laughing multiple times must mean they did something right.

Oh, and Star was SO cute!! Him and his little ball of yarn🥺 Starboy this, Starboy that--look me in the eyes and tell me Star was worth switching out for a sunshine version of Jack Frost. [okay maybe he was, but I'm tired of people hyping up a character who never got past the conceptual phase!!]

Plus! Plus! I don't care that the Queen wasn't evil and we didn't get a villain couple! Do y'all really believe the writing could've been saved by the Queen being evil if the evil king we got was so mid?? (I like Chris Pine as a voice actor, it's not his fault Magnefico was the least interesting part of the movie).

I can see people coming back to this movie in ten years and saying "oh it's actually pretty good, people should've given it a chance". It's obviously not perfect (songs with good melodies but weak rhythm and lyrics, generally uninteresting villain, heavy-handed Disney references, not enough Dario being introspective!!).

But yoooo, this movie isn't for you. It was obviously written for kids, and kids will fricking love it! It is very family friendly, it's funny, and for an origin story about the wishing star, it's not bad. (Insert theory about Asha training successors to be fairy godmothers). It's not a home-run, but people need to stop talking about it like it's the worst thing Disney's ever put out. Not everything needs to be a masterpiece to deserve basic respect.

[tsuki-sennin]

New form~! ...or I guess, to be more accurate (in my opinion at least), the rest of the new form~!

(Fucking Tumblr deleted my post just as I was making it, smh)

Anyways, Spoilers, I guess~!

-Geatsing Time

-Oh no, I sure hope Ace doesn't die before the opening credits!

-Keiwa and Neon with the save!

-Run, boy!

-He's awake!

-"Whoa man, you look terrible. Do you get injuries in the future too?"

-Deathless behavior.

-I find it very interesting how they flipflop between "era" and "world" when talking about the differences between Ziin and Ace.

-Learning the fear of human loss, huh buddy?

-Oh fuck, Nobunaga. ...are we talking Core Medals, a little bitch, a Parka Ghost, or Akira Date?

-...I don't wanna imagine him in the DGP, that's an implication I don't wanna imagine.

-Iulius Caesar.

-I have to say, the actor they got to play "A" certainly looks the part of a young Mediterranean lad from that era.

-It's definitely a Lord of Dark Odio-type situation.

-Oh fuck, Kekera.

-And Keiwa too, he's here!

-Keeps getting that coin.

-...certainly a lot to take in.

-"I die. I come back. It happens."

-We know of five major incarnations of "A". The (presumed) original, Garfield, Yakumo, Li, and of course our boy Ukiyo.

-Certainly five lives aren't enough for two thousand years, so that leaves us with far more questions than we've had before. How many wars has he fought in that weren't DGP related? How many languages has he spoken, how many spouses or kids did he have? How many friends or favorite foods or books has he read? Did he ever cross paths with non-DGP Riders before the movie? Or hell, how many times has Ace lived as woman or even an animal?

-Certainly five lives aren't enough for two thousand years, so that leaves us with far more questions than we've had before. How many wars has he fought in that weren't DGP related? How many languages has he spoken, how many spouses or kids did he have? How many friends or favorite foods or books has he read? What kind of day jobs did he have? Hell, how many times has Ace lived as woman or even eschew gender altogether? Did he ever cross paths with non-DGP Riders before the movie?

-All we can do is speculate.

-Ohhhhh, Ziin...

-I'm gonna be honest, I'm really enjoying Suzuki-san's performance, it's quite compelling.

-They say "Never meet your heroes", but...

-Oh boy, here comes the bad guys.

-Hey, Niram. Y'know that Driver of yours lets you fight too, right? I mean, Beroba's far more competent than Chirami could ever dream of being, but she's a teenage girl and you're a grown-ass man and obviously far more experienced in fighting than she is. You could very easily put her in gay baby jail if you show a little initiative.

-Shaddup Neon, he's finally doing something!

-Oh man, this is great.

-I'm being spoiled with these untransformed fights.

-"He doesn't need protecting, does he?" THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

-Going for the jackpot, huh Neon?

-"Come, Geats!"

-I have to wonder how much of Yakumo Eisu is in there.

-Oooooh, Gigant Time! Been a while.

-Hammer Time?

-Time to dance, Commander.

-Oh, speaking of gay baby jail.

-Boost Mark Two!

-Y'know, I'm starting to think Niram got sick of me complaining and is legally shutting me up.

-Anyways, WOOOO NEON, YOU GO GIRL

-Irritating man! That's Ace for ya!

-Save your oshi, Ziin-kun!

-Oooooh!

-He's awake now!

-Ooooooh, that's a nice standby loop.

-"Move over here, please."

-Dual On!

-Hyper Link!

-Oooooooooh, that's saucy!

-Laser Boost! Ready, Fight!

-Yeah, that's a good one.

-"You like my colors?"

-Jet Lagged!

-Saa... koko kara Highlight da! :)

-350 YEARS WHAT

-Oooooh, those're some spicy effects.

-Oh, okay, he's just

-Psychic now.

-Boost Time!

-Ooooooh, theme's playing, it's real now!

-Second half too~!

-Man, this is so chaotic, I love it.

-Finish Mode!

-Laser Boost Victory!

-She is down.

-See you later, Granny Gotham.

-I see Buffa doesn't appreciate his fans very much.

-"This Driver is mine now."

-All's Well That Ends Well?

-Ooooh!

-Awww, Ziin :)

-"You're my Number 1 Fan, lad."

-"Hmmmm... You lied to us, stole my power, and have the nerve to run your mouth off at me? How adorable."

-...he knows he needs the fingerprint authentication, right?

-"Bleeeeh. Hmph."

-I think Goddess Lady's a bit displeased with you, Michinaga.

-Right, next episode.

-NEON BIRTHDAY.

-Oh no, they're ruining her birthday. That's an unforgivable crime.

-"Surprise Bull-fighting Game", well it was nice knowing you Michinaga.

[sweatydestinyblaze]

Killua x Mika x I will protect you

Killua was reclined on the comfortable couch, shirtless as he slept, with his fair skin and soft white hair being illuminated by the faint moonlight through the windows.

A light breeze blew in through the window, and Killua's hair swayed slightly. The air was filled with an aroma of petrichor, and the room was quiet save for the slight hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

His beloved Mika entered...and approached him.

She saw him lying on the sofa and went to gently run her fingers through his white hair.

Killua stirred in his sleep, his hair ruffling as Mika's fingers gently brushed across it. He let out a soft sigh and shifted slightly, his eyes remaining closed as he remained asleep.

Mika's touch was light but sweet, and Killua's hair seemed to glisten in the dim moonlight filtering through the windows of the living room.

Mika smiled at him and was about to move away from him, but he grabbed her hand and made her fall on the couch and stood over her.

“I knew you weren't fully asleep, haha, Killua, you're a failed actor.”

She laughs at him, caressing his face.

Killua's eyes opened, his gaze meeting Mika's. He had a small smile playing about his lips, and a few strands of her hair were caught in his fingers.

"I knew you were coming in,"

Killua said, his voice low and his tone teasing. His white hair was ruffled, and his face and body were still somewhat tired after waking up so suddenly.

He let go of Mika's hand and reached out to caress her cheek, his touch gentle.

"You're still tired from your endless tasks. Look at your face full of scratches,"

Mika complains as she looks at his face and the scratches on his face and his naked body.

Killua chuckled and sighed slightly.

"Yes, you're right, I'm pretty tired from everything,"

he said, leaning his head down so that he was at Mika's height. He lightly rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms above his head.

"You're very observant, Mika,"

Killua said with a small, slightly teasing smile.

"The scratches aren't a big deal - they'll heal quickly."

Killua shrugged slightly and looked down at his body, which was covered in various scrapes and scratches from his latest mission. He seemed almost indifferent to his injuries, although Mika's concern was evident.

"A few more battle scars is all,"

he said, his tone casual.

"It's nothing to be worried about."

He smiled slightly and glanced at her face again before leaning in for a kiss.

She puts her hands on his mouth so he won't kiss her,

"Oh, don't say that. You say that every day. After all, I'm afraid you'll get hurt more."

Killua frowned slightly at Mika's interference and let out a small laugh. His hand reached out to grasp hers and pull it away from his mouth before leaning closer to her face and kissing her on the lips.

"I'm a warrior,"

he said, his tone somewhat firm but gentleness still apparent in his voice.

"I can take care of myself, I don't need you to worry."

She slaps his face lightly

"You're really strong, haha, but you're an idiot."

Killua rolls his eyes in annoyance at her sarcasm.

Killua's face was slightly red from Mika's slap, and he let out a small laugh despite her harshness.

"Don't be so mean,"

he protested, though he didn't seem to take it to heart. He gently grasped Mika's chin with one hand and turned her head to face him, and then he reached out and kissed her again, this time with more intention.

Mika kisses him passionately as she runs her fingers through his hair .

Killua's white hair rustled and shifted slightly as Mika's fingers ran through it, which seemed to cause him to become even more invested in the kiss.

He held her close and caressed her face with the hand that wasn't occupied with holding her chin. His passion was evident, but at the same time, there was a gentleness to it that seemed unlike the way he would respond to a fight.

Killua smiled into the kiss, one arm wrapped around Mika's waist and his other hand still gently caressing her cheek.

The touch of her fingers through his hair felt good, and Killua pressed the kiss to increase his passion. His tongue played across Mika's lips, and he breathed softly against her face.

Mika puts her hands on his face as she kisses him deeply.

Killua's white hair was pushed behind his ears as Mika held him, and as she kissed him passionately, his expression shifted from calm to passionate.

His white hair blew in the slight breeze coming from the windows, and his skin was soft and pale as Mika touched him.

He returned the kiss passionately, one hand still caressing her face and the other hand moving down her back.

Suddenly Mika's phone rang,

"Mmm, Killua is my phone."

She says during the kiss, hitting his chest lightly to break the kiss, but Killua doesn't want to.

Killua continued their kiss despite Mika trying to break away, grasping her hand and pulling her back toward him.

He pressed his body closer to hers and kept caressing her face, his passion and intensity becoming evident.

"Ignore it,"

he murmured softly as he continued to kiss her, wanting nothing more in that moment than to continue their passionate embrace.

“Mmm, what if it’s something important,”

she grumbles, trying to reach her phone.

Killua's kiss was becoming more passionate and intense, and the intensity of his stare seemed to increase as he met Mika's eyes. His grip on Mika's hand grew stronger, and he pulled her back toward him despite her attempts to reach her phone.

"It can wait,"

he said, his voice somewhat fierce.

"We're doing something important right now."

Killua's grip on Mika's hand tightened, and he pulled her closer as he continued to kiss her. He shifted his position slightly, placing himself on top of her and pressing his body against hers.

The phone continued to ring, interrupting their kiss, and Killua's frustration seemed to rise.

"We're doing something more important than answering that damn phone,"

he whispered fiercely, his tone clearly annoyed.

"It can wait, for now."

Killua grew even more irritated as the phone continued to ring and intrude upon their moment.

He seemed on the verge of grabbing the phone and throwing it across the room, but he refrained out of respect for Mika's things and her desire to answer it.

He instead just gave a look of annoyance and continued to kiss Mika passionately, ignoring the phone as best he could.

Killua's eyes narrowed slightly, his annoyance increasing as the phone continued to ring. He reached out a hand to grasp the phone and answer it, still holding Mika in the other hand.

"Hello?"

he said, trying to keep his voice and tone neutral despite his obvious annoyance.

"Mika, you stupid trash, why don't you answer quickly?"

says Mina, Mika's close friend, whom Killua hates because she always tries to make Mika fight with him.

Killua rolled his eyes at Mina's statement and let out a soft chuckle.

"Hello Mina, how are you? It's good to hear from you,"

he said sarcastically.

"This phone call cannot wait, huh?"

His voice was dripping with annoyance, though his gaze remained fixed on Mika.

“Why, what are you doing? Ha, ha, you do silly things as usual,”

she replied sarcastically .

Killua scoffed and let out another small laugh, still keeping hold of the phone and of Mika.

"No, I don't know what you mean,"

he said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"I am not doing anything silly at all."

He leaned his head closer to Mika's in a way that implied he was not telling the truth.

"I'm just hanging out with Mika right now,"

Killua replied in the same sarcastic tone as Mina, though he couldn't help but roll his eyes as he spoke. He shifted his gaze to focus on Mika again, his expression softening as he looked at her.

"What's so important that you couldn't wait a few minutes?"

he asked Mina, still keeping his tone sarcastic.

“There is a nightclub that Mika and I want to go to,”

when Mina said,

“Nightclub,”

Killua’s face changed, because if she went there, it would mean that men would be there, and he didn’t want that.

Killua's expression darkened slightly as Mina mentioned the nightclub, and he let out a deep sigh.

"I know what sort of place that is,"

he said, his tone serious and somewhat protective.

"And that's not where Mika should be, especially not without me."

A few strands of his white hair blew in the slight breeze from the open window.

"Why are you free to go? No, you don't have the right to..."

But Killua interrupted her in a cold tone.

"I have every right to keep Mika from certain places where she might get hurt, or even worse,"

Killua said, his tone firm. He still held Mika close, and the love and tenderness for her was obvious, despite his sternness.

"I'm not going to allow her to be in danger just for the simple purpose of 'having fun'."

Killua's tone was stern and serious as he interrupted Mina, and his white hair blew in the slight breeze.

"You know I don't like Mika being out without me,"

he said, his tone becoming somewhat sharper.

"That particular place isn't a good place for her, and it might not be good for you either."

He looked at Mina, his gaze somewhat cold.

"I'd advise you to rethink your plans."

"For real, it's just a nightclub, Killua."

"I'm not convinced it's 'just a nightclub',"

Killua said firmly.

"There will be men, there will be drinks, and that's not a good combination."

He had a look of concern and protectiveness on his face.

"I'm not letting Mika go there, that decision is final."

His tone was confident, and he expected Mina to comply.

“Look who is talking about protection, a hired killer... he says these words, what a sarcasm,”

Mina says as she reminds him of his past, which he wants to get rid of.

Killua's expression darkened slightly as Mina made this comment about his past, and he took a deep breath and held back his annoyance.

"I've changed,"

he said softly but firmly.

"Now that I've met Mika, I've realized that there's more to life than the job I used to do."

He let out a small laugh.

"And anyway, you're one to talk about protecting people. You'd sell your sister's soul if it meant personal gain."

"Haha, it doesn't matter now. You're arrogant. Mika doesn't deserve you."

Killua let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, seemingly trying to hide his annoyance.

"What's so arrogant about wanting to keep Mika safe?"

he asked, his tone somewhat sharp.

"I'd do anything for her, even if you don't think she deserves me, I believe that I deserve her."

“The important thing is, fuck you, just Killua,”

says and hangs up on him.

Killua's expression was stunned for a moment as Mina hung up, and then he let out a deep sigh and put the phone down by his side. He looked at Mika, who was likely aware of the conversation that had happened, and he seemed to be struggling with what he wanted to say.

"I'm sorry if I seem overbearing,"

he said finally, in a tone softer and less confident than before.

"But I can't... I don't want you getting hurt."

“No, Killua, don’t worry. I like you protecting me, haha. You know Mina, she is very temperamental, but she has a good heart.”

She caresses his face with her fingers.

Killua's expression softened as Mika caressed his face, and he took her hand and lightly kissed the back of it before moving it away.

"I know, it's just..."

he said, his voice quieter than before.

"I don't want anything to happen to you, you mean so much to me. I'd rather be overbearingly protective than see you in pain."

He looked at Mika, his gaze gentle and full of love and adoration.

“Haha, my love, you are my wonderful protector,”

Mika hugs him.

Killua's face lit up with a warm smile as Mika called him her protector, and he returned her hug, pressing his body against hers and breathing in her scent.

"I'm so glad I'm yours,"

he said, his voice full of heartfelt emotion.

"I love you, Mika. You mean the world to me, and I'll be your wonderful protector forever."

He leaned his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes, enjoying the embrace.

Killua looked at the forearm and knew that it was time to sleep, Killua carried Mika in his arms

Killua picked up Mika in his arms, his strength surprising even himself. She seemed so light and delicate.

He shifted his arm under her, making sure that she was supported as he continued carrying her.

"Let me take you to bed, dear,"

he said softly.

"I want to spend some peaceful time with you before we rest."

He smiled gently at her as he continued to hold her in his arms and walked toward the bedroom.

Killua's eyes were slightly heavy, and he yawned a bit as he looked at Mika. She was small and light in his arms, and he found no trouble carrying her to his bed.

He moved his white hair out of the way and gently placed Mika on the bed, lying down beside her and wrapping his arm around her. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, still slightly tired but mostly happy to have Mika in his arms again.

[djemsostylist]

Siya Beyaz Ask: I finally watched it, or at least kind of?

So, I have promised to try SBA for a long time, and I've not been...putting it off, I've just been busy. This summer I decided to watch, and my review is as follows. Full disclosure is that I only watched six episodes, but I don't have any plans to finish.

In this case, I think it might be a "this is not for you" situation. It was not a bad show at all, it's just--totally not my thing. It's the sort of thing that I can totally see why people like it, and when they explain it it totally makes sense to me, but I just...didn't.

This show has good acting and it's well cast. The actors all sell their roles well, and given the narrative, I'm sure they will only show their range further as the plot progresses. I also think the overall plot is fairly solid (I realize the forced marriage is a trope which doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but since it's a trope, we'll go with it here and I won't complain about it).

Ibo and Birce do have excellent chemistry, and they are compelling to watch on screen, both alone and together. The music is good, and the costuming is really beautiful. For me, it just comes to down, as always, to character.

I don't necessarily have anything against tough characters who can be assholes (I liked Yigit after all) but I also need...something. Anything to grasp onto. The problem in this show, for me personally (and again, these are all my personal beefs, and not anything I'd expect anyone else to have) is that by and large, there really isn't anything to like, about any of them. The characters in this show either fall into the pitiable or despicable category, and there really isn't an in between.

For me personally, the combination of present day Ferhat being a truly despicable human combined with the knowledge that until his mid-teens, he wasn't AND was raised by a father who was a truly genuine and kind and caring person sort of makes it hard for me to ever really want Ferhat to get a happy ending? Like, yes, he definitely was subjected to awful things after his father died, sure, no argument. But the thing is, he was older when his father died. He knew right from wrong. He was raised to be kind and caring and etc. He was raised to care about family.

So it makes it hard to be like "oh that's just his past trauma," partially I think bc we've had plenty of characters with lots of trauma (Kuzgun, Akgun (anything ending in gun I guess lol) whose past trauma made them kinder, not meaner? And sure, that's not the type of character Ferhat is, therefore I wouldn't expect that.

I think though, that for me anyway, it just makes me have no desire to root for him. Even Yigit at his most dickish had something in him that made you want to root for him. You also wanted him to get punched in the dick for the way he treated Kubra, but Yigit wasn't just an ass. Ferhat has nothing at all that makes him likeable to me (putting Asli in bed so she's not snoozing on the floor or "letting" her go operate and see her patients doesn't count for me.) He's horrible to his sister, treats his mother like crap, seems to have no friends, uses women, kills remorselessly. And the fact that he frequently flashes back to his childhood and his father means he knows the person he is now is shit and he just...doesn't care? We only have two examples of anyone genuinely liking him, and one is an old man at a restaurant and another is an old man at a cabin (I assume both knew him as a kid and are all 'he's been through stuff').

I know the goal of the series is for him to grow and change into a person worthy of being loved by a woman he has kidnapped, tortured, blackmailed, and abused, and I also know that it's a tv show. Obviously no one would support this irl, but it's a show and a trope. We aren't supposed to judge this on a normal moral compass. Which, I mean, I love space marines. I'm hardly in a place to judge. Hell, one of my favorite characters is Anakin Skywalker. The thing is though, I don't want Anakin Skywalker to be redeemed and live happily ever after. Being accepted and forgiven by his son before he dies is about the best he needed, but I certainly wouldn't hope for him and Padme to live their best life together. I'm not interested in Ferhat's redemption story, and I don't really wanna see her fall in love with him. I think she deserves better.

So, in conclusion, I see why it was popular. I see why so many people liked it. I certainly don't judge anyone for liking it (unlike I judge people for liking other shows *cough sck*) and I can see the draw of the chemistry. But this type of story just doesn't resonate with me personally, and this type of pairing (enemies to lovers) isn't my jam. It just doesn't do anything for me.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Hi, Ary, very inactive ex-mutual(i think???) here. Good to see you thriving! ♥ It's been a while since I've dipped my head into cockles stuff. Could I perchance maybe ask uuuuum tf is going on??? lol I see Mish apparently confirmed he used to stay over at Jensen's in Van, and heard newbs were apparently freaking out about it and getting a bit messy, which I get that, business as usual. But I'm also seeing shit about spin-offs? And Jared getting in a twitter fight with Jensen, causing/resulting in stans to going feral and sending hate?? I know you're not as big a fan of Jar, but that's part of why I figured I'd ask you, you usually have a really level head about this kinda stuff. If you don't wanna answer publically, or at all, that's totally chill!

Hey, Rhi! We're still mutuals! Of course we're still mutuals! When I saw the notification of your ask, I was like "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while!" and my husband was like "???" and I said "Tumblr" and he said "Oh."

It was a wild time haha.

In any case, welcome back to the dumpster fire! We are obviously still a mess. So to catch you up, I guess I will start by summarizing both before and after the finale (not sure where you left off so this might be redundant for you) ... basically, it became obvious as the end of the show neared that Jensen was not on board with the plan for the finale; although Jared never stopped singing its praises.

We got confirmation of this during a zoom interview where Jensen said that he actually went into the writers room as well as called Kripke to basically voice how he didn't agree with the direction the final season was going, but he was shot down on all fronts. In another interview, he was asked "What would you tell your younger self going into this career?" And Jensen responded with: "I would tell myself to just keep your head down and do the work" meaning, "Don't try to change things because you can't." I also think that this whole situation is what he wrote "Let Me Be" about for his first Radio Company album, but that is just my own speculation. All of his reluctance, even though he always followed it up with "But I eventually saw the value in the script" or "I came around in the end" (which never sounded sincere, and I don't think he was really trying to sound sincere) made us all very nervous about what was to come for 15x20; and of course, when the last two episodes aired, we saw just how badly they fucked it up.

After the awful finale, the entire fandom became aware of the CW's heavy handed role in the thing, basically squeezing all the life out of SPN to shape it into a ramp from which Walker could launch itself. They not only erased all the love and joy and representation that Cas's love confession gave us, they also tore apart the things that made sense about the bond between Sam and Dean, making it really just about Sam-- and therefore Jared, which of course, Jared seemed to be fine with ... even though no one else was. Misha barely said anything during the finale, and a few of the other actors talked about the show ending in various posts, but Jared tweeted up a storm ... and Jensen? Jensen just sat in sexy-silent resentment of the whole thing. He didn't tweet, he didn't post, he didn't say a word once he no longer had to, and I think that's because he was already going full-steam-ahead on his plans for redemption.

Which brings us to Chaos Machine-- Jensen and Danneel's new production company that is being run by a queer creative director and has a mantra of inclusivity and representation woven throughout it's fabric; and apparently, the first story that Jensen wanted to tell through this new platform is the origin story of Sam and Dean's parents; so last week (?) he announced the upcoming production of "The Winchesters" -- the untold love story of John and Mary. Obviously, John is not the most likable character from the show, so the idea was met with a lot of resentment when it was first announced, but Jensen has gone on to say that he is excited to take on the task of telling the "true" story behind these characters-- the one that makes sense with the pre-established canon and doesn't reject it. So, given that, the idea is being mulled over with a bit more optimism from the fandom.

Who isn't being optimistic though?

Jared Padalecki.

When Jensen made this announcement on Twitter, many of his friends and coworkers congratulated him, but not Jared. Jared responded with a passive aggressive: "I'm happy for you, man, but I wish I didn't hear about it through Twitter." This of course, sent all the die-hard Jared fans into a tizzy and they immediately began asking him if he was serious (hoping it was just a joke-- we all hoped it was because there would be fallout no matter what one's opinion on Jared is). Instead of leaving it there though or just deleting that tweet, Jared went on to tweet some more, saying that he was being serious that he didn't know about the plans for the prequel, and that he was "gutted" that Sam apparenlty wouldn't be included (mind you, this a prequel to SPN... meaning BEFORE Sam and Dean were even born, so how could Sam be included? But Dean is apparently narrating this story so maybe Jared thought Sam should be helping to narrate it? I don't know). But Jared being Jared couldn't just leave that there, he then went on to tweet at Robbie Thompson who was announced as a writer for "The Winchesters" so then Jared went off on him too, calling him "Brutus" and a "coward" acting like Robbie betrayed him (speculation is-- Robbie refused to write for Walker, so Jared is pissed that he essentially chose Jensen over him). He did fairly quickly, remove that tweet attacking Robbie, but of course the damage was done at that point. And it truly only took his first tweet calling out Jensen for some people to be like "Jared-- that sucks if you didn't know but why are you saying any of this publicly?"

As you might know, Jared has had issues in the past with posting hurtful things on social media, and has even used it as a tool for attack before-- calling out customer service agents and public workers that he felt have wronged him, which is bad enough ... but for him to then do the same thing to his best friend of well over a decade? Many people who had once liked him or at least gave him the benefit of the doubt (I used to ...) stopped after this latest twitter tantrum.

However, some people have suspected for some time that J2 had a falling out either shortly before the finale or just after. Their public/social media interactions have seemed awkward, stilted or even non-existent in moments that they normally wouldn't be. In the past year, when Walker premiered, Jensen didn't say much about his friend's new venture other than a "Congrats. buddy" here and there. Later, we learned that Jensen refused to work on the show ... Jared said he make him do it, drag Jensen to the set "kicking and screaming" which made many fans quirk up an eyebrow because, why would Jensen put up a fight unless the two weren't as close as they used to be? And then Jensen moved his family to Colorado (either permanently or for an extended period at least) which is notable considering how he moved to Texas seemingly to be closer to Jared, even buying a house that was near his. All this was just speculation though; but it wasn't until Jared's tweet complaining about not knowing about the prequel that the theories behind them falling out, became less theory and more fact.

The day after his twitter tantrum, Jared tweeted again-- not retracting his statements or apologizing, but instead saying that he and Jensen "talked" and were "all good". Jensen then tweeted too, parroting this statement to some degree, which only made the whole thing even more sour in the mouths of the fans. The fact that Jared didn't apologize for his outburst and throwing his friend under the bus, and also the fact that Jensen-- Mr. Sexy Silence, Mr. Never Tweets, Mr. Tech-Ignorant-and-Proud, actually had to POST SOMETHING saying that he and Jared made up, it just screamed OPTICS. It was obviously the work of agents and PR firms and lots of people going "Look, if you two keep beefing, that will mean the death of both of your projects. Even more people will stop watching Walker, and this SPN prequel will never get picked up due to the scandal." So, the two "made nice" publicly to quell the chaos, but in my opinion, it's all too little too late. Jared started a storm that he can't contain now with a little tweet, and it seems like he knows that too because before he talked about him and Jensen making up, he asked that people "not send threats". He could have just as easily said that he shouldn't have made this a public issue and that he's sorry, but instead, he continued to play the victim and stoke the flames by alerting us all to the damage he's done.

Now, like I said before-- I used to give him the benefit of the doubt. I don't think he's an awful human or that he deserves to be attacked or anything, but he is an adult man with very poor judgment and an obvious selfish-streak a mile wide. He should know better, and he should have more respect for his so-called "friends" and "brothers" than to make them targets to public ridicule. I have a hard time believing that Jensen still sees Jared the way he used to, and I wouldn't blame him a bit for wanting to pull away-- especially when he's moving on to so many new and exciting things. Jared certainly deserves happiness just as much as anyone else, but he went on twitter and basically asked for a scandal, and he got one.

The question is now-- was there a motive behind it? Was just looking for a reason to bring his and Jensen's falling out to light-- while making himself looking like the victim in the process? Or did he genuinely not know about the prequel and just decided to go about "not knowing" in the most toxic and hurtful way he could manage?

In any case, that is the drama ... that is the J2 insanity in a rather lengthy nutshell ... that is the tea ... and I hope it all makes sense.

But the good news out of all of this is, Cockles is thriving-- they are happy and in love and Jensen calls Misha "Babe" and Misha misses waking up to see Jensen in the morning, and they are just as cute and wonderful as can be.

So, I will end that there. I am so glad to see you back, and I hope I answered all your questions in a way that made sense ... I tried anyway!

💖💖💖

[hotchscvm]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."