#implied sexy times

[bara-izu]

Post game shenanigans- how becoming comfortable in yourself is sexier than any kind of performative stuff- (and makes your paladin extra flustered lol)

[sparrowsingsstories]

For the WIP title game, I'm curious about Trust Me (??) 😁

@alder-berry reminded me that this is a ficlet of a moment between my oc Levi and his oc Darcy - both men going to be featured prominently in my Sparrow fic as (eventually) romantic partners. I've included in below a cut for you!

The light was particularly soft and warm, like the weather that early summer evening. Jamaica Plains was blessed with a lot of positives for a settlement, but it still sat in a marsh and was plagued with humidity. But that day, the weather had been mild and warm and the humidity decent. A perfect night for Darcy to be in his bed.

Darcy.

He had slunk into his life like an abused dog, expecting nothing and asking for nothing more than a place to sleep. He always looked at the world from eyes shadowed and filled with distrust. Levi had seen him freeze in place, had seen him brace for a painful word or gesture. But he’d also seen bafflement and cautious relaxation.

Of course he’d been attracted to the dark eyed man. Of course he had come onto Darcy. Or maybe Darcy had come onto him. It was hard to say who had made the first move. What was certain was that both had wanted each other and after that first time, they had continued to want each other.

It was a simple arrangement, the kind Levi preferred. Anything more resulted in death and loss. He’d been there, he’d seen it, he’d lived it. Fall in love, become attached, and eventually the Institute would show up and take it from him. And all he’d be left with were corpses, injuries, and pain. 

Of course, that was before Jamaica Plains. Before he’d made friends with people who could stand up against the Institute. People who cared about him. Even Bean, a synth with not a single violent tendency in their body, looked out for him. 

Darcy lounged on his bed, languid and lazy, tanned skin shadowed in the falling light. His long black hair was hanging over his shoulder in a silken fall. Levi had the absurd wish he’d stay there in his bed. That he and Darcy were more than whatever they were. It wasn’t that Levi was in love. He wasn’t. At least not fully. Not with Darcy. With Darcy, he was falling into trust. Into companionship. Maybe that was love. Maybe? A kind of warm…something. It wasn’t what he felt for…for…

That was a feeling best left alone for now. He could bring it out tomorrow night when Darcy was curled up in bed with Sparrow and doing whatever it was the two of them did. He’d spend tomorrow night dreaming of Bean. And then the day after, he’d tease Darcy and Sparrow. He didn’t even think Darcy knew how he looked at her, or how she looked at him. 

Sparrow and Darcy sitting in a tree, K-I-L-L-I-N-G.

It made him smile, which made Darcy waggle his eyebrows and beckon him to the bed. 

Desire pooled low and warm. Heat and anticipation. A desire to kiss Darcy from toes to neck. To nuzzle and rub against him like a cat. To give and let Darcy take. Take. Take him. Give Darcy what he needed, what he wanted. To give himself what he needed and wanted. 

He let his body go loose and liquid as he swayed to the bed and crawled to Darcy’s feet, kissing both ankles, then his shins, his calves, his thighs, his hips. He avoided Darcy’s erection in favor of licking up the line of soft hair to Darcy’s belly button. Gently pressing kisses to the mangled flesh there, licking over each ridge, aware that Darcy couldn’t feel much there. These kisses were more for Levi than Darcy. Soothing demonstrations that he wanted Darcy, as much of Darcy as Darcy wanted to give him.  

Straddling Darcy’s slender hips, he smiled down into the meltingly handsome face. Darcy was so sensually pretty, so breathtakingly beautiful, that sometimes Levi’s breath caught. He leaned forward, his own blond curls falling forward to frame his blue eyes. Darcy pushed up and met him, his lips trailing over Levi’s cheek and towards his lips, skipping over his lips to press kisses over his other cheek.

Mouth kissing was a no no. Levi didn’t do it and neither did Darcy. Too intimate. Too permanent. Too…something. A step towards a real relationship. Levi didn’t know if he dared want that with Darcy. Or Bean. Or anybody. Not after his last partner had been killed by the Institute. Not after the last raid had left him injured and under the dead body of his Railroad Heavy, the safe house in his care ransacked, his charges returned to the Institute…another dead safe house, another dead Heavy, another scar from a courser weapon. 

No, he and Darcy didn’t mouth kiss. At least…at least he didn’t think they did.

Darcy kissed back towards his lips and for once, he hesitated. His warm breath, scented with the tea he had had with dinner, covered his face. His lips were close to Levi’s. So close. A tantalizing tease. 

Darcy’s lips quirked up into a knowing smile as he leaned a hair closer, his gaze intense. His tongue moistened his top lip.

Levi’s eyes closed. 

Their noses bumped together. 

And then, a hesitant press of lips, soft and gentle. Questioning. Questing. Asking. 

Suddenly, possibilities flooded Levi. The trust he felt for Darcy was shockingly clear. His emotions flared hotly, like his desire, and he pressed into the kiss and opened to Darcy. There was a beat of hesitation and then Darcy’s hands were in his hair and passion took over as they tasted, nipped, strained against each other. 

The kiss gentled. Softened. And then Darcy pulled back. Levi felt the loss acutely, and something on his face must have shown that because Darcy gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Stay. Tonight. With me. Please.” Levi whispered, voice rough.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Darcy said. 

A yes. He’d stay. Levi leaned forward to kiss him again and Darcy’s laugh was husky. And then Levi was being pulled down to the bed and he went willingly. Trustingly.

[cricketnationrise]

Week 19: Sensation (2)

@thebrownstone knows what's happening right before this but i think it can be read on its own

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Zahra’s eyes narrow in suspicion as the First Son of Fucking Up Royalty’s voice hitches. She zooms in on his screen, looking for confirmation. If that little shit – there – Alex is sweating, almost panting. She had to hand it to him, if she didn’t know that was his Getting Away With Something That Would Give POTUS A Heart Attack face, she might even believe he was just dealing with some allergies.

But she fucking knew better.

That little shit was doing something kinky – right there in front of the various board members. And their salads. 

She’ll have to kill him.

[thetoaddaddy]

(ask) "You are still here? I thought you would have left by now."

Jiraiya rolls his eyes as he fixes his clothes. The hot and cold act doesn’t really annoy him anymore. Mostly because he gets some when it’s hot and deals with the moody bitchiness afterwards. Not even Orochimaru is resistant to the pleasures of the flesh.

“Blow me… oh wait a second.” Jiraiya said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I’m going now you ass.”

He stands and flicks his hair out of his clothes. He began to wrap up the tie that keeps it in it’s iconic ponytail as he made way to the door.

[sforzesco]

revisiting crassus, clodius, and the bona dea scandal! but this time with a new composition and a limited color palette

originally when I drew the first version of this idea, it was back when I thought that crassus would be a week long fixation at most (lmao), and instead he just. took up permanent residence in my mind. it seemed like a fun thing to go back to an earlier idea and see what changed now that I've spent a lot more time with everyone involved in this era!

also the way these two interlocked politically. I am. biting into it.

The Defeat of Rome: Crassus, Carrhae and the Invasion of the East, Gareth C. Sampson

Crassus: the First Tycoon, Peter Stothard

Crassus: A Political Biography, B. A. Marshall

Crassus, Clodius, and Curio in the Year 59 B.C., Robert J Rowland, Jr.

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[vladdyissues]

If Dark Dan is the product of Vlad and Danny's ghosts merging, it means they have 2 kids?! Now it looks like Vlad and Danny divorced and divided kids: Dani stays with Danny and Dan stays with Vlad (too much 'danno' in their halfa family... maybe this Vlad's obsession over his lil badger was the reason of the divorce)

(lmao, Dani is elder, just like Jazz to Danny)

Someone who has never seen the show would laugh and say you're making this up, but the rest of us know... that's pretty much the canon truth.

Clockwork The courts ruled that Vlad has primary custody of Dan while Danny has primary custody of Danielle (though she informally emancipated herself from Vlad and is essentially Danny's relative now).

[geodesick]

[ID: a drawing of pye from outer wilds, standing with her writing staff. she's wearing an orange nomai space suit without the helmet, and she has a light brown face with curly darker brown fur. end ID]

figuring out how i want to draw the nomai, so here's a pye since i am obsessed with her !!!

[ms-rampage]

Y/n: "Hate to break it to you, but there is NOTHING you can say that'll make me blush, get me flustered, or want to sleep with you. Nothing! "

Soap: "Oh really is that so?." *remembers that Pedro Pascal edit*

Y/n: "That is so!. Nothing you can say!."

Soap: "... What’s your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?."

Y/n 😳 "What are you-." *takes a few steps back*

Soap: "I got a six pack of cold ones on ice, and my roomie’s out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.” *plays Hey Sexy Lady by Shaggy*

Y/n (defeated): "Aaahhhhh... fuck me."

Price (who just walked in): "I'll come back later." *leaves*

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

These calls and moments accompany Victor’s S2 CH 45-48 Karma, and feature S2 Victor and MC, but don’t contain any spoilers from the S2 storyline~

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•

【Moments】

Victor’s Post: To my surprise, a certain someone actually grabbed my hand and purposely broke the sandcastle just for the sake of “reviving old memories.”

–

⊳  OPTION A:

MC: Hehe, it’s been so many years. I’ve learned not to cry anymore, you see!

Victor: Hmm, that’s really impressive.

–

⊳  OPTION B:

MC: A certain someone said he wouldn’t repeat the same mistake, but now he has broken- my- sandcastle- again——

⊳  OPTION C:

Victor: ...just state your conditions for making amends directly.

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MC: It doesn’t matter, anyhow, Vic gēge needs to compensate me with a pudding tomorrow.

Victor: I can compensate you with more.

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【1st Call】

Victor: You sent me ten angry furry cat stickers in a row… what happened again?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, I just went through an “extremely tragic social demise.”

Victor: [sounds so amused LOL]  A rare sight; even dummies have moments when they feel embarrassed.

Victor: What happened?

MC: During the meeting earlier, I was screen-sharing my phone and accidentally revealed my wallpaper. Everyone burst out laughing…

MC: AHHHHHH, thinking back on it even now, I still feel so embarrassed.

 Victor: If I remember correctly, a certain someone recently changed her wallpaper into a new photo of mine.

Victor: [you can practically collect the teasing dripping from his voice in a bucket LMAO]  I don’t think I’m that unseemly, am I?

MC: It’s not that you’re unseemly… it’s just that, I’m just feeling a little embarrassed, you know!

Victor: Who was the one that excitedly sought out Goldman for the best HD version after seeing the cover photo I took for LFG last week?

Victor: She even kept bragging about how she was the one who styled my outfit, so she needed to keep this meticulously crafted masterpiece as her personal collection.

MC: Well, what I said wasn’t untrue. The photo did have my fair share of contribution!

Victor: It was more than just a contribution. The direction of my hair grooming and the cosmetics that ended up plastered on my face was all thanks to your involvement.

MC: Hehe, well, the final result of the photo was absolutely flawless, wasn’t it?

Victor: If the photo is flawless, why do you feel embarrassed about it?

MC: Hm…? Oh… Victor, you’ve misunderstood. I actually changed my wallpaper yesterday…

Victor: [sighs helplessly] …the speed at which your heart changes is truly remarkable.

MC: The new wallpaper I switched to was your new photo. How can you blame me for having a change of heart!

Victor: I don’t remember taking any new photos recently.

MC: That’s true. You don’t remember taking any new photos because it was last night when I couldn’t resist taking a sneaky photo of you while I was putting the cat ear headband on you. 

Victor: …what did you say?

MC: Even though it was a photo of your back, everyone still seemed to have recognized you…

Victor: So, when you said you went through an “extremely tragic social demise,” the main protagonist of the incident was actually me?

MC: Well, I guess you could phrase it like that too?

Victor: [HOLY SHIT THE ALARMING SEXY TONE-DROP x1]  This issue won’t be dropped so easily. I suggest you think of a reasonable compensation proposal as soon as possible.

Victor: [x2]  If I don’t get an answer by tonight, don’t blame me for being a heartless capitalist and claiming for damages according to my own term.

─

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【2nd Call】

Victor: What’s up?

MC: I’ll be off work soon. How about I come to LFG later, and we can grab some free food from the cafeteria?

Victor: Is the menu at Souvenir no longer able to satisfy your cravings?

MC: How could that be! CEO Victor is already so exhausted from work, I can’t bear to make you cook all the time~

Victor: If memory serves, a certain someone was clamoring about having two puddings this morning.

MC: Hehe, okay, I’ll be honest~ The braised pork you brought me from the cafeteria last week was so, so delicious. It’s constantly been on my mind ever since.

MC: I really wish I could hire this chef with a hefty salary and have them handle the catering for [MC’s Company Name]’s company meals!

MC: After all, it’s really challenging to arrange delicious and nutritious work meals for everyone when we’re filming on location.

Victor: You probably can’t afford this person.

MC: Even though you’re Victor, you cannot underestimate others casually!

MC: Our company’s financial report for the past quarter is really impressive~

Victor: Since you’re talking so big, have you made up your mind about poaching the chef with a high salary?

MC: I’m considering it. If we can have this level of braised pork on the filming set, I think everyone would be ecstatic to the point of fainting~

Victor: I think the only one who would be ecstatic to the point of fainting is you, the dummy boss.

Victor: So, how high of a salary are you planning to offer to lure him away?

MC: Hmm… we definitely need to offer a salary higher than LFG.

MC: Can you give me an approximate idea of his monthly salary? Just a rough estimate is fine. I still must respect LFG’s business confidentiality.

Victor: He receives an annual salary, and the amount varies each year. But you already know that.

MC: …!

MC: Victor, did you personally cook that braised pork yourself?!

Victor: Could your uptake be any slower?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, how I just knew that taste was so familiar!

MC: But who would’ve guessed that besides French cuisine, your home-style dishes are so-freaking-delicious too!

Victor: …you really do excel in sweet-talking. Apart from braised pork, what else would you like for dinner tonight?

MC: Do you know how to cook dishes like hot and sour fish soup, sweet and sour pork, Pecking duck, shrimp stir-fried with Dragon Well tea, Laziji, and hot dry noodles?

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[Tidbits]: Laziji is a dish of Sichuan cuisine, a variety of spicy chicken, to be more specific. The dishes MC mentions here are actually part of different provincial cuisines in China, which is why MC asks if Victor knows how to cook them 😂🫠

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Victor: ...I asked you to decide on tonight’s dinner, not quiz me on dish names.

MC: Hehe, I’m just really curious to know where your culinary skill reaches its zenith~

MC: But now that I think about it, these dishes can be quite troublesome. Let me think of some simpler options…

Victor: The person who is eagerly waiting to eat doesn’t need to fuss about the trouble.

Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy with big eyes but a small stomach always gets enthusiastic when ordering, but never manages to finish her food, leaving a pile for someone else to help with.

MC: Since we shouldn’t let food go to waste, why not borrow CEO Victor’s stomach for that purpose?

Victor: My stomach capacity is also limited, so out of the dishes you mentioned, choose three for tonight’s menu.

MC: Then I really need to ponder over it carefully...!

Victor: Sure, you can think it over while getting ready to come downstairs, and then we can go together to buy the ingredients.

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[lovelooksgudonu]

me reading the secret of us novel bc i cant wait for the next episode

[jelzorz]

162.

It’s not what Opeli expected. Not in the least. Soren has a good heart, and has always had a good heart, even if it had been buried under the facade of a bully once upon a time, but she had certainly never counted on him wheedling his way into her office, and then her heart, and then her bed. He has aged well, at least, and the maturity suits him. His hair is a dirtier blonde than it used to be, his shoulders broad and taught with muscle, the boyishness in his face replaced by the shadow of stubble and the sharp line of his jaw.

He is handsome. He is kind. He is the warmth she had long thought she would never need. And though she is convinced that, eventually, he will find someone younger and far more beautiful than she, for now, he finds his way to her without fail and without eyes for anyone else.

The first time, she had lain there afterwards and wondered how it happened: how she’d found herself undressed in a bed not her own, her hood and circlet cast aside in the pile of clothes on the floor. The act itself was gentle, tentative, pleasurable, certainly—Soren's hands were practised and skilful, and he'd been sure to make sure she was taken care of before he took the time to focus on himself.

They barely spoke after. What was there to say? Opeli had pulled herself together before the sun found the horizon and disappeared before she could dwell on it any longer. “It was a mistake,” she’d said. “It can’t happen again,” she’d said.

But it has, more than just a handful of times, and many times since, it was she who came to him.

What can she call it now? A tryst? An affair? A scandal? A secret, at the very least, but regardless, these are words that she had never thought would ever be associated with her.

This evening, he is in her quarters again, and there is mischief in his smile.

“Would you be interested in trying something a little different?”

Opeli raises an eyebrow at him. She is fresh from the bath, her hair still wet and her robe tugged tightly over her body as if there’s anything left to hide. His eyes are appreciative, but respectful, and even after all the times they’ve done this, the way he looks at her still makes her face feel warm. “Different how?”

He sets a roll of satin against her dresser. “For your eyes,” he says.

Opeli’s breath catches in her throat. She is not a particularly adventurous partner, in part because she does not have the same experience, in part because she is still, by all means, High Cleric. Most of their assignations are actually quite tame—if you can call something hushed and hurried on her desk or against his chamber door tame. But the thought of a blindfold—of not being able to see him and what he's doing...

Warmth floods her cheeks and she swallows, trying not to think about the tug in her belly, the way her breath is suddenly so shallow, the way her toes curl against the floor.

Soren catches her hesitation, the beginnings of a frown creasing his brow, but she shakes her head before he can say anything about it. "Perhaps," she says, hoping her voice isn't as strangled as it sounds. "I've never..."

She doesn't finish. She doesn't have to. He knows.

He pauses, ever the gentleman, always more concerned about her and what she wants more than he is about anything else. “We don't have to—"

"I'm open to it," she says. "I trust you." And to prove it, she steps towards him and sets his hands on the tie of her robe. She has never considered herself a small woman, but it feels like he towers over her these days, and the broadness of his shoulders make her hands look tiny in comparison, especially with his armour still on. “It can even be for you, if you prefer.”

His lips tug upwards, wolfish, playful. Opeli’s face grows warmer still. “You first.”

Opeli allows herself a chuckle. “So you insist, every time.”

“So I should.” He tugs her to him, her chest flush against his. “What kind of gentleman doesn’t take care of his lady first?”

She laughs. “Well, I should count myself lucky then,” she says, dancing the tips of her fingers along the edges of his armour. “To gain the favour of a knight such as you?”

Soren snorts, his eyes bright, and presses a kiss to the palm of her hand. “It’s always my pleasure, my lady.”

[sendmyresignation]

something I've been thinking about lately. i do think it's incredibly telling that almost 80 percent of the conversations around 'gatekeeping' and 'posers' and shit end up just becoming vitriolic hatred of 'alt girls' like i hate shit spotify playlists and dollskill fake leather edge and tiktok recommendations as much as the next person but this is a very big attitude coming from a website full of people who spent their formative middle school years shopping at hot topic for multi-colored skinny jeans while listening to like. falling in reverse or 21p unironically (this is a self-own btw). first of all teenagers having shit taste isn't killing punk music. but also why is the object of your hatred always boil down to a woman faking it? as if it isn't the single oldest stereotype in heavy music? like am i insane for thinking this is an issue

[1997nikeairs]

watching house md and jesus. early 2000s tv was really at an interesting place. this episode house lusts after the seventeen year old daughter of a patient and it’s framed with an almost charming atmosphere. in this episode it’s a small respite from existential angst and chronic pain, this filling of the void with an underage perky blonde. i mean he’s clearly meant to be a sleazebag in the show but him openly having a thing for jailbait is…definitely not presented in a critical way

[lonesomedotmp3]

not to compare riverdale to the mcu because any given episode of riverdale is so much better than a marvel production ever could be. however. I cannot believe I'm being endgamed again. AGAIN. I didn't think that was possible!

[karlyboyyy]

Um… did Wolfwood fuck Milly??? 🫠

[gildedmuse]

Despite all appearances otherwise, I'm still (like barely) alive. I'm actually all caught up with the anime right now and there is just so much I've been needing to scream into the electronic void talk about. (I've even got screenshots/gifs for most of it, it's just a matter of finding a time when work doesn't drain every inch of my health by the end of day.)

But I didn't stop by to complain! No, I just wanted to share a minor clip from one of the more recent episodes. Nothing big or spoilery or anything, promise. It's just this small, otherwise unimportant, entirely missable scene....

You know, the one with Zoro being so unbelievably sexy that I haven't once stopped thinking about it in DAYS.

Just look at him! That smirk! (Are they sure Enma is the sharpest blade because that smile could cut right through a Mihawk's cold, haki infused heart.) Actually, you don't even have to look at him, that voice alone is easily more powerful than Gears 1 through 3 (and hey, I won't claim it could take on the god-like powers of Gear 4, we don't really have enough material to judge. Oh, here's an idea! Let's put them both in front of Law, see which one destroys him faster. I don't care if Gear 4 is Buggy-Bunny-But-The-Rock, The Rock still has to wind up his punches. But that look directed right at you? The devastation is likely immediate and irreversible.)

Like, the way he starts out almost defeated, the gravity and soberness in that initial "No" as he turns to face this seemingly unbeatable force. He's put the weight of Luffy's dream and the promise he's made to his captain on winning this battle, and taken along with how serious and direct he's been with Franky so far it helps create an expectation we're going to see that determined, unemotional, unbending Zoro from Thriller Bark or his battle with Kaido. He'll probably say something somehow very self centered while appearing selfless with that grave steeliness he gets when he's resolved against all odds like, "No, I have to do this alone" or "No, what good am I as a swordsman if I can't do this for my crew and our captain?" or if he wanted to go with the typical overly dramatic swordsman tone: "No, Luffy is trusting me - to defeat this man, and make him king of the pirates!" And we'd all swoon because even though Luffy's default introduction/greeting/phrase to yell out regardless of the circumstances is, "My name is Luffy D Monkey and I'm going to be the king of the pirates!" when it's someone else saying it, fans get all emotional. Especially if it's one of the core characters who has a reputation as being more mature or is typically more reserved and private or is, I don't know, someone who tends not to waste his breath correcting stupid people who are being stupid because what does Zoro he care what these nobodies think, Zoro he knows with unshakeable certainty that what Luffy says is true and has enough confidence in both his captain and his own abilities that other's opinions aren't worth addressing.

And even though Zoro turning all seriousness and focused marks some amazing moments in battles, the way that at the last second he is staring straight ahead at this natural disaster level foe and that smile just cuts across his face, completely slicing through that more serious mask Zoro sometimes wears to reveal that bloodlust and pure unadulterated love of the challenge is so absolutely gorgeous and perfect and satisfying.

Like, yeah, of course I love when Zoro gets all Business-Only, For-My-Crew-Name-And-Captain and just doesn't back down or lose focus because he understands this is something he has to do and only he can take on this fight. It fills me with so many, many emotions all of which Zoro is doggedly ignoring because it's all about The Fight but in my heart I know it's because he feels so much for his friends that he's decided that this is his role on the crew to act as both attack and guard dog and take/deal the hits they can't. Beautiful.

But man, oh, man, can anything beat when Zoro goes full "fucking brat who thought learning to hold a katana between his teeth and stumbling his way through a handful of forgettable bounties meant that when the worldwide champion, a warlord, a man so unmatched he's become bored of the very art he master just happened to be passing by he immediately thought to himself, yeah, I'm MORE than ready to kick this asshole off his throne. Hell, just last week I was stabbed and nearly killed by some shitty clown but look how that turned out. I can take on anyone, this bastard included. For fuck's sake he's only got one sword. Fucking amateur."? And whose sole reaction to having his chest sliced in half was, "yo, captain, if you've got a fucking problem with me being fucking UNSTOPPABLE speak up while you can because after this, it's all kicking ass all the time."?

Like, man, you are one cocky little idiot. Never change.

And he didn't.