#john travolta's characters

[softfem-dom]

idk if this is ur type of thing but could u do a ranking of how good different john travolta's characters are in bed? theres literally no one that writes for any of his characters anymore lol😭

a/n : ofc I can! It's not something I've done before but I really like this type of thing (rankings) so anyone can feel free to send asks like these for any actor's chracters/franchise!

includes : grease, saturday night fever, staying alive, swordfish, pulp fiction, urban cowboy, old dogs, wild hogs, michael 1996, look who's talking.

— masterlist 𝜗𝜚 navigation post tags/warnings : +18 MDNI, cuss words, sex talk. it's literally what's written in the ask so..

1. MICHAEL

we all know this man is an unconventional angel and, as we have seen through all the film, girls just throw themselves into his arms. He's got the angelic charm, the long hair and the pretty blue eyes, plus the fact that he is a damn divine being so we all can agree that he's the best laid out of them all. Not necesarily rough or anything, pretty vainilla with the spice of freaky positions, but the divine energy is what really gives the best orgasms lol.

2. VINCENT VEGA

this man would've been the top one if the angelic charm didn't come into the discussion. He's filthy and messy, esp when high on something strong, he's going to be taking what he wants while pretty much babying you when your brain leaks off of your ears. He's not that better, though, hair all sweaty and clinging to his forehead as he drives his hips into yours —his brain leaked off of his dick long ago.

3. GABRIEL SHEAR

um, he owns this place. We've all seen the way he has as many girls as he wants around him so to say he's experienced would be an understatement. That man knows what you want and how to give it to you. He's not especially rough or kinky —surprisingly—, but he knows your body better than you do so be prepared for getting broken down and put back togheter. He especially likes to do it on positions where you're under him and he can see your face, you bet he's gonna be smirking at you with a quirked eyebrow and a chuckled "that's all it takes to make you melt? so easy"

4. CHARLIE REED

he might not want children but he damn knows how to make them, he's in love with finishing inside of you —smirking up at you all cockyly as if he were 20 once again. he's actually pretty vainilla, but that doesn't make him boring at all he's all in for dirty talking and degrading you. He loves to have control of your body: pulling you back against him with a chuckle when you try to squirm away, wrapping a hand around your throath, forcing your legs open with a mocking tut. He might not be a 'young' man anymore, but damn if he hasn't got the stamina of one.

5. BUD DAVIS

yeah, he lives up to his cowboy name and he's gonna be fucking you like one. All in for degradation, he really likes to remind you who you and your perfect body belong to —best jealousy fuck you'll get in your life, believe me. He's loyal to the cowboy hat rule so if you want him to fuck you, you just gotta take off his hat and put it on save a horse ride a cowboy baby!. He's fucking you wherever however, standing with your legs around his waist and him keeping you pinned to the wall? check. On the hood of his car in a random road in the middle of the night? check. He's a wild one, so expect to be covered in hickeis from top to bottom the next morning.

6. TONY MANERO (staying alive)

this man knows how to deliver, he's a dancer so you can bet your ass he's got the bod to keep up for more than enough rounds to keep you satisfied. He's rough with his hips but tender with his words, you can be getting your guts rearranged with his bicep keeping you on a headlock and he'd still be cooing how much he loves you. He likes when you tug on his hair, if you do it's like the button into getting him to pin you down on the mattress and get your mind blank.

7. JAMES UBRIACCO

he's not the best of the bunch, but he's certainly not the worst. This man will do whatever you tell him to, you want him rough? you want him sweet? he's whatever you want baby. his mouth has to be on you all the time, be it lips against lips in a kiss until you both get too sloopy for it or him covering your neck and chest in kisses. This man is a goofer, he'll joke around a bit, but his dicking down really makes up for the teasing. Not really up into taking risks, but he'll try to give a try to whatever you want.

9. WOODY STEVENS

yeah, he's exactly what you'd expect from a man like him. Classic missionary or something simple that allows him to have easy access to every part of you. A bit selfish since he's mainly searching for his pleasure, but he'll never leave you hanging. he's better with his fingers than his dick, in all honestly. He fucked you once on his motorbike so.. yeah, he's a bit freaky but only if you encourage him enough. It turns him on to see you with his sunglasses or leather jacket, but the easiest and fastest way to get him hard is to get on his bike and pull a slightly suggestive arch of your back.

10. TONY MANERO (saturday night fever)

he's a pretty normal fuck, just what you'd expect from a horny teenager that's high from dancing and that has just spotted a pretty body with a face to match and he's gotten them to his car. he's not freaky or really up to trying anything new, he wants a quick hook-up and to stick his leaking tip in a warm hole.

11. DANNY ZUKO

my man is the worst at sex out of them all. He's young, he runs his mouth a lot, and he's so pretty boy coded that he's lame in bed. He's selfish, he's just here to take what he wants and if you cum with him great, but if not then he'll just kiss your neck messy while fucking himself into you all out-of-rythm until you cum and call it a day. He talks big game, but doesn't know shit. He makes for a real good sub if you break him down into it, though, he cries the prettiest out of them all so..

softfem-dom© do not repost!!

[vancruejovi]

So I started watching Emergency after seeing everyone’s posts on here (I didn’t even know it EXISTED before now and that’s saying something, I love my vintage action shows). Why did nobody tell me how GROOVY the music in this show is??

Me every episode I swear ^^^

[msclaritea]

This stupid shit, again. But, at least now I understand its origins more, in addition to the obsession from Moonies, like Jeff Bezos.

[kaitlinj16]

🦋365 Days / 365 Characters🦋

[333/365] Characters 》 James Ubriacco

"I think being a good father is keeping the mother happy so she doesn't drive the kids crazy."

🖤🖤🖤

[the-casbah-way]

Watched Reservoir Dogs :3 very good much enjoy 10/10 want a sequel (looks at all the very alive guys) :]

MEOW YAY that’s crazy because i also watched it on the day you sent this (maybe it was also on tv where you are too ????) i think it would be so cool if tarantino made a sequel i don’t know why he didn’t considering all of the characters are very much alive and well :)

[nataliedecorsair]

We know how things are between them xD But here I wanted to illustrate a piece from Hedwig and Vaughn's original story; this is the time period after Vaughn more or less adapted to the Pandoran life - and before they started dating. Pticenoga is one of those characters who is used to defending herself (read her upbringing story here) and overcoming challenges. But tenderness has been a rare treat in her life, especially this kind of tenderness – which is why she was genuinely touched. But, of course, nothing prevented them both from enjoying some wild things and fooling around later x)

Don't forget to find the frog 🐸, it's an easy one P.S. - Pticenoga is a bit like Pulp Fiction's John Travolta here

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

John Travolta - Greased Lightnin' 1978

Grease: The Original Soundtrack from the Motion Picture is the original motion picture soundtrack for the 1978 film Grease, starring John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. It has sold over 30 million copies worldwide, making it one of the best-selling albums of all time, also ranking amongst the biggest selling soundtrack albums of all time. "Greased Lightnin'", with John Travolta on lead vocals, reached the top 20 in the UK and peaked at number 47 on the US Billboard Hot 100 in 1978.

In the film version, the character Danny has purchased a used car with the savings from his summer job, giving it the nickname "Greased Lightnin'". While the other greasers are skeptical of the car because it is in such poor shape, he is able to win them over with a rousing rock and roll number describing the modifications needed to transform it into a hot rod capable of arousing the ladies. In the original recording, as was in the case with the stage musical on which it was based, several unairable profanities of a sexual nature are peppered throughout the lyrics, which deterred a number of stations from playing the song and possibly prevented it from reaching the top 40 in the US. It was one of the few songs from the original Chicago-centric version of Grease to transition, uncut, from Chicago to Broadway and to film. Jim Jacobs later released a revised set of lyrics suitable for school performances that remove the sexual references (this "clean" version was also used in Fox's live television production of Grease), and most televised edits of the film cut the offending lyrics.

In the original musical, the song is Kenickie's featured number, with the other greasers serving as his backup singers. The film expands upon the car's purpose. Whereas the stage musical gives no particular reason for Kenickie's desire to build the car (which does not play a major factor in the play beyond that point), the film explains that the greasers' rivals, named the Scorpions in the film, had challenged them to a quarter-mile drag race, requiring them to have a competitive car for the duel. With Danny at the helm, Greased Lightnin' wins the race. The film is also notable for having Danny (played by John Travolta, who had already had top-40 hits before Grease) sing lead on the song, while Kenickie (Jeff Conaway) contributed with a few call-and-response lines. In keeping with the musical's tendency to use styles of music popular in the late 1950s, the song "Greased Lightnin'" is in a slightly modified twelve-bar blues form, and is inspired by the 1959 single "White Lightning" by The Big Bopper.

"Greased Lightnin'" received a total of 74,6% yes votes!

[psychotic-clover]

Grease-Out!!

Thought it’ll be cool for the month of Valentine’s

The art below is just another pose I was interested in drawing

Photo References:

It’s been a looong time since I last watched Grease. Curious, I rewatched some scenes. Only to remember how much of a douche Danny was… I drew Don and Carmen as these characters from Grease because they (sorta??) look like the characters. Ig it just reminded me of punch out. Also because Don loves to dance-

I don’t want Grease to represent Don and Carmen’s relationship. Personally, I see Don and Carmen as a more “healthier” relationship than what the movie gives. No hate to the movie btw 😅 I know there are some folks that see Carmen differently and I can respect that. I just like to believe that Carmen is a cool gal and not a cheater.

Ty for listening for the extra thoughts I had on my mind when making the art. Alright, enough blabbering. Time for me to skedaddle. Oh, and here’s a song for it 😎

[yourlocalravendork]

~Tell me more, tell me more~

Spencer confides in Derek about his date with reader. Unbeknownst to Spencer, reader confides in Penelope about their date with Spencer.

A/N: Is this becoming a series???? Maybe I'm just two involved in these two awkward nerds and I can't just let them be one shots. I played around with the writing style a little. Hopefully it isn't too confusing as I like to think I signposted who was talking pretty well.

Accidental date (1st) The not so accidental date (2nd)

Over the last few days, all that was on Spencer's mind was your date. The way you happily let him ramble about how different the film was to the book. The way you brushed his hair out of his face. He just couldn't help but keep his mind on that night. So much so, a certain Derek Morgan picked up on it.

"So, kid, what's on your mind?" Derek asked, resting on Spencer's desk. "I was just thinking about the very distinct difference between the 10th Doctor with Rose and the 10th Doctor after Rose. The character arch is actually quite intresting and it really makes you think about-" Before Spencer could continue his little ramble about Doctor Who, Derek cut him off. "Cut it, kid. We both know your British alien show isn't the thing in the forefront of your mind," Derek said with his usual tomcat smile, "So spill. What's got your mind turning to mush?" Spencer began stuttering and stumbling under his breath, trying to get out of the situation. It was still very delicate with you. He didn't even know if you two were dating. "I went on a date," Spencer mumbled and that's all Derek needed to hear before pouncing. "Get 'em, playa," he teased, giving Spencer a congratulatory slap on the back, "Who was it?" Spencer didn't say anything. Hell, he didn't need to. His eyes betrayed him as he glanced over to your desk. Derek's smirk only widened.

You however, were eagerly discussing the date in Penelope's office. "So, spill," Penelope said, handing you a mug of piping hot tea. She sat eagerly, awaiting the details of your little movie date with Spencer. "I mean, you heard about our little accidental date, right?" you asked wanting to make sure that she was caught up with your recent escapades. "The planetarium trip, Derek told me all about it. It's just so you two!" Penelope practically squealed. Seeing your friend so enthusiastic about your dating life was rather endearing. "OK, so this time I just sort of asked him," You explained, taking a sip of tea after you finished your sentence.

"They asked you?" Derek repeated what Spencer had told him, slightly impressed that you had the confidence. "It was… Awkward," Spencer said slowly, trying to find the best words, "But a good awkward."

"I thought I was too blunt," you continued your explanation, "And there was this slightly awkward air about us." Penelope was eagerly hanging into every word you were feeding her. She lived for this gossip. Especially when it involved you and Spencer. The two of you were like her own personal romcom unfolding in front of her. "Go on, tell me more," Penelope encouraged.

"They offered to take me to see that new Dorian Gray film," Spencer explained, a small blush painting his cheeks as he looked down at his hands. The still couldn't believe it had happened. "And let me guess, you told them all about the deviations from the book?" Derek teased light heartedly.

"He did not," Penelope gasped, trying to reign in her excitement. "Yeah, every so often, he'd whisper contextual information about the book and such," you admitted, a blush matching Spencer's unbeknownst to you. It was sweet. Like the two of you gossiping about school child crushes sharing with your best friends. "You two nerds are made for each other," Penelope declared which made you roll your eyes.

"It sounds like you had a nice night then, kid," Derek said with a nod of approval. "Yeah, it was nice," Spencer said with a soft smile. He wasn't exactly use to this. The office gossip was usually about others, not him. But Derek was almost like his older brother. Telling Derek about your date felt like getting approval from your big brother. "There was one other thing, too," Spencer added.

"I brushed his hair out of his face," You told Penelope with a smile on your face. "You did not!" Penelope gasped. From all of these details you were telling her, it felt like she was planning out yours and Spencer's wedding in her head. The two babies of the BAU, hopelessly in love. "Yeah, I did. He was just talking and it fell in his face. I… I wasn't thinking." A soft smile took over your lips at the memory. Spencer's soft hair and his even softer blush.

"That's what was on your mind then." Derek put two and two together. He had a sense of pride when it came to hearing about Spencer's date. Like watching Spencer grow up. "You want my advice, pretty boy?" Derek offered which Spencer eagerly nodded. Spencer would take any advice he could get. He didn't want to mess this up, whatever this was that the two of you had. "Just be yourself." "Just be myself? Have you seen how that usually works out for me?" Spencer asked. 'Just be yourself'. Those words always sounded like a trap. No one would want a nerdy, fact spewing boyfriend. They'd want someone normal. Spencer wasn't normal. "Think about it kid. They loved the planetarium date, they asked you out to the film, your geeky tenancies have won over their heart. They don't want some constructed personality to try and make them like you. They want you." Derek's advice made sense. You wanted Spencer for Spencer. That was new for him. New but definitely not unwelcome.

Both of your gossip sessions were cut short due to being called into the roundtable. You and Penelope came out of her office and crossed paths with Derek and Spencer as the four of you were heading to the roundtable. With a shy exchange of "Hi," from both you and Spencer, Derek and Penelope shared a look. A smirk that suggested they were definitely going to meddle and play matchmaker.

[slowdrawl]

Shear Luck | joel miller x f!reader | {18+ minors DNI} [masterlist]

{TLOU AU, modern-ish, no outbreak, Sarah lives!}

|part 5| You Better Shape Up | 3.4k words|

Joel Miller, a single dad, came into your salon for a haircut, but he never expected to leave with a crush. Sarah's alive, tension's are high, the jokes are bad and the chemistry is crazy!

Fluff ?✔️ Slow burn? ✔️ Age gap? ✔️ Puns? ✔️

sprinkle in a little bit of smut 🔥 and dbf!joel energy and BOOM. You got this sweet-feel good fic.

“It’s not just about the sex. Not about haircuts and humour. No, not anymore. This is real, breathing, something taking root." |A/N I want to thank you all for the love you've shown for this fic and these characters. this chapter is going to be where we let them rest for a while, not forever; I truly love them together so I won't be able to give them up but... I do have some other stories to work through. love uuuuu

Warnings: more at the end of the fic. SMUT, explicit language, alcohol use, flirting, fluff, puns, age gap (Joel's 38, reader's 23). the knee thing, alcohol use, YEARNING, unprotected sex, spanking.

You both finish your second glass of wine.

Joel twists and sets the guitar down again, scooting his chair closer a little to you. You lift your legs and drape them across his lap, he starts rubbing soft, languid strokes up and down your shins, you just sit there for a while, comfortable, watching the fire flicker, letting the subtle buzz settle into your chest.

He pulls your legs off his lap, swinging them to the ground, “I lied, one more thing. Dessert,” You watch as he opens the back door and heads towards the kitchen, “wait here, be right back.” You hear him clattering around in there for a bit, when he comes back he’s holding a pie in one hand, and a pint of vanilla ice cream in the other, just two forks—no plates in sight.

He places the pie down in front of you, it’s some kinda mixed berry, and the pastry draped over the top of it looks a lot more like a Rorschach blob than it does lattice. “You get this from a blind baker or somethin?” you say, holding back a laugh.

“Sarah, actually. I’ll be sure to tell her you were impressed, jerk.”

You scrunch your face, instant regret, “You know what, I deserve that. I feel like an asshole.” you say, shaking your head, looking down with your forefinger and thumb pressed against the bridge of your nose.

Joel smiles and starts to laugh, “S’okay darlin’ she said that it was like edible art.”

You let your shoulders relax, Joel picks up a fork and breaks into the middle of the pie like an absolute animal, you look up at him slack-jaw, astonished. “Who the fuck does tha—” He cuts you off, shoving the fork into your mouth, he’s giggling with that stupid smirk on his face. “Where is she anyway?” you ask, mouth still full.

“Tommy’s got her for the nigh—Taco Tuesday.”

You hum, grabbing the tub of ice cream and scooping some out, dropping it right in the middle of the pie before grabbing the other fork.

“She could open a bakery, this shit is good!”

You sit and eat the pie, talking about anything and nothing for a while, any silence filled by crickets and the distant hum of traffic. It’s still so easy, comfortable. It’s probably nearing 9 now and you don’t want the night to end. You make your way back into the house, flopping down on the couch leaning against him. Joel picks up the remote and starts scrolling through movie titles, “You ever watch Grease?”

“Uh, maybe when I was younger, not sure.” You squint, pulling out your phone. “Let’s check it out shall we?” You google it, scrolling. “No way, you’re telling me people believed these grown-ass adults were teenagers in this movie? John Travolta must’ve been, like, what…Your age here?!”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Joel huffs, “Olivia Newton-John was my first celebrity crush, thank you very much.”

“I can’t believe you’re suggesting we watch a musical, didn’t think you were the type, I imagined more..Top Gun, or old westerns,” You lean closer, smirking. “Startin’ to think you’re just tryin’ to Netflix and chill me, Mr. Miller.”

“There somethin’ wrong with that?” He looks confused, brow furrowed.

“No fuckin’ way—you really are an old man.”

He just stares back at you, face blank.

“Sex—it’s code for sex Joel.”

“Oh, we could do that too, f’you want, I don’t usually put out on the first date, bu—”

You crawl into his lap, straddling him, ending his sentence with your mouth on his. His hands grip into your sides hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer. He slips his hands under your dress, callouses meeting your bare thighs as he kisses you, hungry and desperate. He slides his tongue into your mouth, he tastes like wine and berries. You nip at his lower lip just to hear him groan, low, rumbling, vibrating through you. It doesn’t take long before you feel him stiffen, and you roll your hips, slow and teasing, smirking against his lips.“How you holdin’ up old man? Past your bedtime yet?”

He looks at you, eyes flashing dark, narrowing, that dimple twitching like he’s fighting back a grin.

Yup, got him.

His breath is hot against your skin as he growls, “Call me old one more fuckin’ time—I dare you,” into your neck before biting at the pulse point there. His hands continue to explore your body, one spreading out across your lower back as he matches the way you’re rocking against him, chasing friction. You laugh, taunting and tipping your head back as he trails kisses down to your collar. He slides his hand to the crease of your thigh, finding the hem of your underwear, barely slipping a finger under the fabric and you moan softly, the contact and anticipation sparking low and sharp.

You look down at him, defiant—pushing him just a little further. “Just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He replies by biting down harder against your throat. You gasp, grinning at him, the sting of his bite pulsing hot on your neck. Then he shifts, fast; flipping your positions so you’re pinned under him, your back hitting the cushions with a thud. Joel looms over you, one hand braced on the couch's armrest, caging you in, his knee wedged between your thighs, pressing just enough to make you squirm.

Your dress is still around your waist, skirt flipped up, bare skin brushing his jeans as he gets closer, you feel him—harder now, thick and heavy through the denim, sending your pulse racing. "That all you got?" you taunt, voice low and teasing, your lips grazing his jaw as you nip at his stubble. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, pressing hard against your center, causing you to jolt and buck your hips into his knee. Needy and pathetic. It sparks something in him, something nearly sinister flashes over his face.

“Not quite, baby, but it’s about all I’m gonna give ya till you smarten up.” He grins down at you, mean and smug, “Go on then, take what you want.” He taunts you, voice dead serious, eyes glinting with a challenge.

Joel leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, “Ain’t gonna do it for ya, darlin’. You’re gonna work for it,” his voice a low, commanding rumble as he hovers over you, pinning you with his weight. His knee stays firm between your thighs, denim rough against your skin. He locks eyes with you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he dares you to move, his hand grips the armrest, keeping you boxed in. He doesn’t budge an inch, just stares down with that cheeky glint, forcing you to take over while his presence smothers you, heavy and unyielding. “Gonna make me do all the work?” you say, smirking up at him.

“C’mon, sweetheart—show me what you’ve got. Don’t get shy on me now,” he says, voice thick with control and a hint of tease. He grabs your hips to drag them once against him before letting go, making you do it yourself. You hesitate, a soft whine slipping out as you try to shift away, but he presses his knee harder, holding you still. “Oh, don’t pout now, you’re too damn cute when you’re tryin’ so hard,” he murmurs, his tone patronizing but warm, leaning back just enough to watch, steadying himself on his knees now. He rests his hands light on your thighs, making you do it yourself while he savors the show.

You grit your teeth, defiance flickering, and start to rock your hips upward, reluctant at first, but the friction builds quick, soon you’re grinding harder, needy and whining despite yourself. “Worth it yet, or you still watching?” you gasp, voice trembling, hands clutching his shirt for leverage. He chuckles, low and pleased, his gaze dark, proud. “That’s it, baby—fuckin’ gorgeous like this, bein’ so good f’me,” he says, voice softening with praise as you unravel, trembling and desperate. “Knew I’d be able sort out that attitude of yours,”

He quickly brings down his free hand and splays it across your lower stomach, forceful enough to pin you into place to stop the movement. You whine in protest, trying to reach your head up to his mouth, he just leans back further away as a low laugh leaves his chest as he starts to slowly drop toward you “Not so tough now huh?.” He juts out his lower lip, pouting at you, smug, cooing “ fallin’ apart and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He punctuates every word of the last sentence with a kiss, following an invisible line down your sternum. “Don’t flatter yourself old—“ “What did I fuckin’ say bout callin’ me old” He snarls, “That’s it.” He yanks you upright, cutting your sentence off as he jumps to his feet. Before you’re able to process anything, let alone protest he’s picking you up like you’re weightless, hoisting you over his shoulder in a fuckin’ fireman carry. “Joel!” leaves your lips, in a half-laugh half-shout, you’re hitting him on the back and kicking your feet as he moves you through the living room into a dark hallway. Your dress is still around your waist, skirt flipped up, cool air hitting your barely clothed lower half. The house becomes a blur of drywall and flannel.

“Gonna have you screamin’ so loud the cops get called, you little fuckin brat.” He growls as he places a firm smack on your ass—hard enough to leave a welt, the sound echoing in the hall, sending heat straight to your core. He kicks his bedroom door open, stomping over to the bed and suddenly you’re airborne for a moment hitting the mattress, springs creaking as you bounce. You’re sprawled out, breathless and laughing, dress bunched up around your hips.

He’s shedding layers fast, trusty flannel tossed on the ground behind him.

You lift yourself up onto your arms and watch as he tugs his t-shirt over his head, exposing his chest, strong and broad, your eyes fall to the sparse dark hair trailing down his stomach. You move forward reaching for his belt buckle eagerly, but he stops you, one hand gripping both of your wrists, throwing you back down on the bed; pinning your arms in place above your head.

“Nu-uh, you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself till’ I say you can touch,” he says, voice dark and gravely, pressing his weight down onto you. He starts to pepper open-mouth kisses down your chest again, breath hitching when reaches your breast, his hot mouth pauses overtop of the cotton of your dress before biting down gently—still enough to sting, forcing a whine out of you.

“Joel—fuck, please.”

“Oh so now you got manners?” He drawls, sarcasm thick. He shoves your dress up to your chest, leaving you exposed, he hooks into your panties pulling them down rough. His mouth crashes onto yours, fervent and dirty, tongue claiming you as he tastes the remnants of your earlier kiss—salt, wine, you, all mixed into something filthy and intoxicating. He pulls back, finally releasing your wrists, only to grip your thighs, bringing you down towards him as he settles between you on his knees. His jeans are long gone now, you watch as he pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free. Your eyes go wide and your breath catches in your throat, you knew he was big but now, in all of its glory, it’s honestly a bit fuckin’ intimidating. His cock is heavy and leaking, he moves forward, leaning closer to drag himself through your slick folds, teasing your entrance till you’re writhing, whining for it, dress still twisted under you like a rope.

“Please—need you” you plead, hips lifting, voice breaking, and he chuckles, low and mean, eyes locked on yours as he presses the tip against you, just enough to make you ache. “Beggin’ now huh? Thought you were tough,” he says, voice faltering as you both let out a breathy moan when he finally pushes forward. He leans into you, moving down, sinking in slow, inch by agonizing inch, stretching you so full it’s almost too much, burning just right. He pauses when he’s buried, letting you feel him—thick, pulsing, pinning you to the mattress, his weight heavy and unyielding.

He pulls out nearly all the way, dragging slow so you feel every ridge, every vein, then slams back in, hard, knocking a cry from your throat. He sets a brutal, deliberate pace—slow, torturous drags out, rough, claiming thrusts in, possessive as hell, every move calculated to unravel you piece by piece. His hands grip your hips, tilting you up so he hits that spot every damn time, relentless, grunting with each snap of his hips, sweat beading on his brow, dripping onto your chest, mixing with the sheen already coating your skin. Your legs shake, nails clawing at his back, leaving red trails he’ll certainly feel later—a reminder. Your moans turn to screams, high, broken, raw chants of his name. You’re dizzy, vision getting dark at the edges as he pushes you higher, higher, ruining you with every slow, punishing stroke.

“I’m gonna—fuck Joel, I’m gonna come,” you manage to choke out, the coil in your belly desperately close to snapping.

He gets close to you, breath hot and ragged against your ear, stubble scraping your jaw as he nips at the soft skin there, sucking hard. “Let go f’me then—let me have it baby,” he says, pace picking up just enough to hold you on the edge, hips slamming hard, skin slapping skin, the wet, obscene sound filling the room. You’re a mess. Body trembling, thighs quaking, voice cracking as you practically sob his name like it’s the only word you know. The coil snaps.

Heat. Waves. No breath. No control.

You’re shaking. Sobbing. Oversensitive. Wanting more He keeps going, dragging it out, each thrust pulling more from you till you’re whimpering, wrecked, clinging to him. “Can’t talk back when you’re screamin’ like this huh?’” he groans, drawl out in full swing. You try to respond but he’s right, a pathetic whine escaping when you open your mouth. He grins, smug as fuck, hips still rocking slow, savoring every twitch of your body around him. “So pretty, takin’ me so good’” he praises, voice syrupy, hands sliding up to your thighs, spreading them even wider, giving him more room to work, his thumb finds your clit, rubbing merciless circles. He pulls out slow again, so slow you feel every inch of him leaving, your body clenching involuntarily to keep him, and he groans as sinks back in, like he’s claiming every last piece of you.

His thrusts are deliberate and punishing. A heavy, measured grind, his hips rolling hard against yours, pressing himself as far as he can go, stretching you till you’re whimpering, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming. His breath’s gone ragged now, chest heaving, sweat glistening as he leans down, forehead pressing to yours, eyes locked on you, dark and wild. “Fuck—where do you want me” he rasps, voice breaking, his cock pulsing inside you, stretching you past your limit. Your nails dig into his shoulders, gasping, and he groans louder, a raw, desperate sound, his control fraying at the edges. You’re already embarrassingly close to coming again, warmth pooling low in your belly.

“Inside. Please, Joel—cum in me,” you beg, lifting to meet him, urging him on, needing it, needing him. His breath catches, and his hands grip tighter, bruising as he moans, undone by your words.

“Say it again,” he rasps, voice thick with need as he teeters on the edge. “Please—cum in me Joel, I want it,” you whimper, voice breaking, hands clawing at his back, pulling him closer, and that snaps him. He groans—loud, guttural, a sound that rips through him. His hips slam hard one last time, burying himself so deep it knocks the air from your lungs, you’re seeing stars as your orgasm crashes through you. He spills hot and thick inside you, a long, shuddering release, pulsing wave after wave, his body shaking as he grinds against you, claiming you completely.

He collapses half-on you, chest heaving, breath ragged against your neck, one hand still gripping your thigh like he’s not letting go, the other braced on the mattress to keep from crushing you. He stays there, buried, softening inside you, breath hitching as the last shudders fade. “Fuck—still think I’m an old man?” His voice is hoarse and spent, lips brushing your ear as he grins, sated. You’re a puddle—dress twisted, skin slick, heart racing—giggling through the haze, too ruined to answer. Sleep threatens to pull you under, tangled in his heat, the weight of him grounding you.

“Stay put,” he murmurs, voice soft now, pressing a kiss to your temple before sliding off the bed. You’re still catching your breath, body limp and buzzing, as he moves to the bathroom. He’s back in seconds, a damp washcloth in hand, kneeling beside you. “C’mere,” he says, gentle but firm, nudging your thighs apart again. You whimper, oversensitive, but he’s careful—warm cloth soothing the raw ache between your legs, cleaning up the mess he made with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten. His hands linger, soft on your skin, tracing your thighs as he works, eyes flicking up to yours with a quiet intensity.

He tosses the cloth aside, climbing back onto the bed, pulling you into his chest without a word. His arm wraps heavy around your waist, pinning you against him, his heat grounding you. “You doin’ alright?” he mumbles, voice low and rough, lips brushing your hair as he tucks your head under his chin. You nod, giggling softly, too wrecked to form words, and he chuckles—a deep, warm sound. His hand slide up your back, rubbing circles that melt the last of your tension. “Fuckin’ brat,” he whispers, affectionate now, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep,” he says, voice a quiet command, his breath evening out as he holds you close, one hand resting possessively on your hip. You’re already drifting, tangled in his warmth, the steady thud of his heartbeat pulling you under fast, safe and sated in a way you didn’t expect.

You wake to your alarm, sunlight streaming through the blinds, his arm still heavy over your waist, pinning you to the sheets. He’s still out, breath slow and steady against your neck, hair mussed across his forehead. You grin like an idiot, kissing his face all over, the ache from last night softened by the warmth of him against you. “Mornin’, trouble,” he grumbles, voice heavy with sleep, eyes cracking open as he shifts, that dimple flashing in a lazy grin. His hand slides up your side, possessive but gentle, pulling you closer as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your temple; like he’s still savoring you.

You both lie there for a few minutes in easy silence. Golden light spilling onto your skin, seeping into your chest. You can feel the heat of his hand resting on your side, steady and solid. It’s the kind of easy silence that doesn’t demand anything, but still somehow makes your chest tighten, a subtle reminder that things have shifted.

It’s not just about the sex. Not about haircuts and humour. No, not anymore. This is real, breathing, something taking root.

You can feel the change in the way your body presses into his, like it knows something you’re still catching up to. The weight of it, the unspoken agreement between the two of you—there’s no going back now.

You stretch a little, the sunlight wrapping around you like a promise, like the future, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself relax into it. You glance over at Joel, who’s still watching you, a soft curve at the corner of his lips. For a second, it feels like nothing else matters. No regrets, no past mistakes. Just the two of you, here.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, voice low, but with that unmistakable certainty.

And maybe for the first time, you let yourself be sure too.

“Neither am I.”

warnings!!: creampies, brat tamer joel! knee grinding, lowkey posessive sex,

[tacky-optic]

The agony of being able to go through an entire tumblr tag from start to finish.... ANYWAY. we're back with more food for the hat trick niche ft. rare JigZeni pachislot (zeni acknowledges jigen for 0.1 seconds and jigen forgot he was there even tho he's driving)

One thing I like about rarepairs is the flexibility. They're a headcanon/hypothetical breeding ground of potential without having to sacrifice too much of the character's integrity, because they rarely ever talk/barely have a relationship to launchpad off of! yaay :'D

So let's talk about how! Five how's, actually. Might've gotten a bit carried away with this one.

As with anything involving these two, somehow, some way, it always circles right back around to Lupin. It kind of has to, given their shared obsession and/or dedication with the guy. But that can split up into all sorts of scenarios, with some equally varied results (and some exceptions!)

~ Getting together in spite of Lupin

In which Lupin's basically that "I messed up so bad that I turned my girl date gay/my guy date straight" joke but everyone's still queer and it's just his partner hooking up with his rival because of how much he's been frustrating them both lately (and oops the proxy hate sex turns out to be really good) INHALES. Does that even make any sense.

I'm sorry but Lupin fumbling the ball is just so funny to me. It is a bit deeper than that, obviously, and this'd have some weird love triangle logistics because Jigen and Zenigata are still hopelessly in love with Lupin, in their own ways. But dipping into that is always complicated and messy-- JUST HOW WE LIKE IT.

This one definitely has the most jealousy on all fronts. For me, there's always this little asterisk on the JigLup/LuZeni pairings because someone's getting left out. Tell me Zenigata's chest wouldn't ache every time he watches Lupin and Jigen escape, an arm slung over the other's shoulder, cheek to cheek, laughs fading off into the cold, lonely night. Tell me Jigen wouldn't hate waiting in the Fiat for Lupin to lose his dogged hunter, mind wandering as to why he's taking so damn long. He grits his jaw when Lupin finally saunters up, victoriously spinning yet another pair of handcuffs on his pointer finger.

There's a silent rivalry for Lupin's attention that they might not even realize is going on until they blow up at each other about it.

It's difficult to tell if Lupin is being genuine or just messing around, especially for Zenigata. He asks Jigen how he deals with him, how he deals with.... everything. Just everything. The "will they won't they"s and the "does he really mean it"s. How does he stay so collected all the damn time. Jigen says he doesn't have a single friggin' clue. Maybe they make out sloppy style about it. Maybe they keep meeting up to vent, drink, exist in each other's company. During chases, Zenigata keeps dipping after Jigen instead of Lupin more and more often. Lupin's standing on a rooftop Pulp Fiction John Travolta style wondering where the fuck everyone went.

Ohhh jealous Lupin, where have you gone. Where did the tms writers hide your unchecked narcissistic ego. The other points after this support Supportive Lupin in some capacity but this one does not. The slow-burn's done slow-burning but it ain't over yet, baby. There's trouble in paradise and its name is Lupin the Third. He is Not Enjoying This. The two guys that are always looking at him aren't looking at him anymore and that just won't do. Drama ensues.

~ Getting together because of Lupin

Matchmaker Lupin! This is if Lupin's relationships with Jigen and/or Zenigata are more platonic-leaning (which is totally valid). The paired fics in Disreputable Company nail this dynamic perfectly imo. But as far as my own separate take goes....

They're both just so. So emotionally constipated. Intentionally or not, Jigen's been screwed over in the romantic interest department to many times that he's intentionally reduced his acquaintance list to how many fingers he's got on his right hand. Zenigata practically unloaded an entire clip into his foot as far as maintaining healthy family/friend relationships go. Spoilers for Zenigata Keibu, but he 100% knew what he was saying when he told Haruka he'd go back to her once he caught Lupin (I can never be yours), and that Zenigata's supposed to be the freest one! Bound not necessarily to Lupin specifically, but to The Chase forever.

Anyway. Jigen and Zenigata are Isolated. The fact that someone would consider them attractive is so foreign that they'd think its some kind of sick joke or ruse to screw them over instead of anything that could ever be even remotely genuine. They need someone to shove them out of their little self-made paranoia bubbles, and Lupin just loves to meddle in people's businesses. I dunno. I just think he'd think it's funny.

*dramatic finger point* "haha zenigata, you are banging my partner!!" "you... you tricked us into our first date? made the reservations?? th- the tailored suits???" "lu you friggin roller-skated out in a waiter outfit and immediately bought us the most expensive top-shelf booze they offered. not even remotely conspicuous about it" "lol yeah. good times"

He's just happy two of his favorite humans are finally getting laid for once, y'know?

~ Getting together for Lupin

Jigen and Zenigata are forced to team up. Okay, this scenario only goes down if 1) Lupin goes missing or is KO'd for a prolonged period of time or 2) the Truce demands they separate for a while. On top of seeing this play out in other fics, my good friend duke and I have been messing around with (a variant of) this idea for a while now (aka they've been letting me run around in their au Rampant and Unchecked. ty duke).

In ""canon"", if these two were to become at the very least amicable towards each other, this'd be the way to do it. In all honesty (and my personal bias for them aside), I'm genuinely shocked they haven't done this before. Not even an episode, tms? That 4-ish minute block in POTP is all you're giving me? One bar chat in the kobayashi sendoff ep. Okay. I'm not miffed i swear

Like I mentioned in this previous post, the idea of the two of them being able to function together without Lupin as a crutch is upsetting at first. They're used to following him to the Ends of the Earth and they're used to him living rent-free in their heads. They've convinced themselves that they're hopeless on their own, that if he disappeared for good they'd just go back to being two husks vaguely shaped like humans meandering around with no meaningful north star to head towards. Don't get me wrong, if the situation was Bad, Goemon and Fujiko would be devastated, too. But they could move on, albeit with a heavy heart. They're kind of known for heading out on their own should the situation call for it. But Jigen and Zenigata are in for the long-haul for better or for worse, whether they like it or not (they do not).

They're on edge the whole time. Hostile towards each other and passive-aggressive at best to any unfortunate folk they have to interact with on this stupid side quest they've been unwillingly shunted onto together.

It helps immensely that they're both "cut that out" people to anyone but themselves, because they can be that for each other. There's a lot of bickering/conflicts of interest and methodology. "You're being too harsh", "You're one to talk", "You're so goddamn stubborn", "You're such a hypocrite", etc etc. But holy shit they're so freakishly effective together, to a frankly terrifying degree-- maybe even moreso than with Lupin because they're honing the fuck in and nothing else-- no banter or bullshit-- and that's what gets them through to the end. Maybe it helps them come to terms with whatever sort of issues they've got going on, maybe it doesn't. Bare minimum, they come out of this with newfound understanding of each other. At max, uh.... see the point after this next one.

~ Lupin-adjacent

A shift in fixation. The slightest glance, the slightest exchange of eye contact for a second too long, the briefest moment of consideration, and the thoughts start spiraling. This is "in spite of Lupin" without the spite. The urge to know absolutely everything about someone, down to the marrow, just gets shifted a little bit to the right onto another guy. It's just them, in-between heists, with barely any mention of the Chase and anyone else involved therein. Their own little adventure away from the status quo. It's weird at first, sure, but it's new and exciting and real dang nice having things not revolve exclusively around him for once. It's a shot for Jigen to mess with Zenigata for once and the closest thing to a willing vacation Zenigata can get. Win-win! Well. Sorta.

The loneliness, though-- that's what makes itself most prevalent during the in-between times. They really don't have much left outside of the Usual. Forgetting the bare essentials, days blending together, moving around the masses like a ghost.... it's familiar, and it's common, not being sure whether they actually like someone or they're just desperately lonely. Zenigata wallows in it, Jigen shoves it down. They've got images to keep. but getting noticed for what they are is simultaneously the worst thing to ever happen and the highlight of their day. Real wholesome bonding material, ain't it

"I tracked you down for only you". "I dragged you into this issue because I want you here". "You get it".

~ Secret fifth thing

*points at playbohz mag* "lol wouldn't it be funny if zenigata was jigen's type??" *points at y series, miyazaki's zeni, island of assassins, that one manga where they put him in a tshirt, etc* "oh my god zenigata is jigen's type."

It's just a one-night stand lmao. I feel like I see this one a fair bit too, mostly because it's super duper simple and doesn't require a crap-ton of emotional angst setup just to get them into the same bed. It's the above point diluted into, like, an afternoon lmao. It doesn't have a lot of depth by design. Curiosity gets the better of both of them, plain and simple. They get buzzed enough at a bar, skip off to some motel to do what they gotta do one time and never speak of it again.

A part of me likes that, but another part of me in the deep deep recesses of my psyche is hollering "TACKY YOU GOTTA TURN THIS INTO THE SPITE BULLETPOINT!!!"

NO. For this one they get one nice hookup and THAT'S THAT. Sorry not sorry.

Maybe it's easier because there's actually something to decipher. There isn't some esoteric idea of "Lupin the Third, Gentleman Thief"; a mystery man(?) with a million little gadgets and masks and smiles; this unwavering, unpredictable force of chaos that likes taking shiny things from one place and hiding them somewhere else over and over again with no real rhyme or reason.

It's easier to find solace in turning to the guy next to you and going, "what do you think that is?" than in going up to "that" and poking it with a stick in hopes it'll give some sort of answer. "That" won't. "That" likes watching you guys flounder around together too much :)

[softfem-dom]

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DANNY ZUKO grease™

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ARCHANGEL MICHAEL michael™

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[jbaileyfansite]

Interview with Wo What Wear (2024)

It feels like the tornado at the beginning of The Wizard of Oz, and if I've still got my ruby slippers on at the end, I'll be happy," Jonathan Bailey says, flashing that famous grin. The actor and current internet boyfriend is, of course, referencing the whirlwind that has been the Wicked press tour—a three-week-long global extravaganza where many (happy) tears were shed, memes were born, and the fashion, including a special pair of short shorts, had everyone talking. I'm catching Bailey on a Friday afternoon during a rare bit of downtime en route to JFK Airport. Destination: London for the film's final stop and premiere. For this Brit at this moment, there's no place like home.

He's exhausted—rightfully so—but still in great spirits, and I can happily say at the time of writing this article that all the promotional hustle and bustle from the cast has paid off dividends. Jon M. Chu's big-screen adaptation of the wildly popular 2003 stage musical is a certified hit with audiences, generating over $350 million globally and becoming one of the year's most successful debuts. The soundtrack is also smashing records.

Wicked is the finale to what has been a banner year for Bailey, which kicked off with an Emmy nomination for his spectacular performance in the historical miniseries Fellow Travelers. It also saw his return as Viscount Anthony Bridgerton in the continuous hit machine that is Bridgerton; the launch of his LGBTQ+ charity The Shameless Fund, which supports the community through global creative collaborations; and the filming of his next movie project, 2025's summer blockbuster Jurassic World Rebirth.

For the moment, Bailey is fully in what he tells me is his "Winkie era"—a nod to his Wicked character Prince Fiyero, who will leave you swooning with one bat of the eye or, at the very least, breaking out into song and dance. I can attest that the actor is every bit as charismatic and charming in real life as his on-screen counterpart, so it's easy to see why Bailey was a shoo-in for the film's lovable heartthrob.

Bailey's excitement for playing Fiyero was twofold. While the character is inherently lean on the page, there was a lot of complexity for Bailey to discover within the lyrics of his two musical numbers, "Dancing Through Life" and his duet with Elphaba later in part two. It was also an opportunity to come back to his earliest passions in life—singing and dancing—which he gave up on at a young age to pursue sports. Growing up, the actor was struck by iconic male dancing in film, naming Fred Astaire, John Travolta, and Patrick Swayze as big inspirations. There's no denying Bailey's talent as he performs "Dancing Through Life," a remarkable sequence of vocals and acrobatics that required bootcamp-level training from the actor. That, combined with the more emotional moments with Cynthia Erivo as Elphaba, leaves you wanting more. His performance even earned a special stamp of approval. "Norbert Leo Butz, a hero of mine, sent me a text saying that I'm very much welcomed into the brotherhood of Fiyero, which I'm very, very proud of," Bailey shares.

Reflecting on the entire experience, Bailey is feeling eternally grateful and lucky for the opportunity to be a part of such a big cultural moment. "I probably wouldn't have been able to do it 10 years before, and obviously because of Bridgerton, I think it was the perfect time for me to be the right person for the job," he says.

Now, what's next?

I ask if he has a strong desire to run in the opposite direction after doing a big-budget movie like Wicked. Bailey's answer? "Yeah, definitely!"

Looking ahead to February, Bailey is set to play the titular character in Nicholas Hytner's stage production of Richard II. "I thought maybe Richard II onstage felt as far removed as you could go," he laughs. Theater is where the actor got his start, and it continues to be a grounding place for him. "Going back to the stage always feels, to me, like a creative reset because you are going back to the craft, and it's a very honed and creative adventure where you have to guide your body through it, and it's academic," he says. Bailey is the consummate student, always learning, nipping, and tucking his craft.

Richard II not only marks Bailey's highest-profile Shakespeare role to date but also reunites the star with Hytner, whose 2013 production of Othello at the National Theatre featured the actor as Cassio. "Him offering me the part of Cassio in Othello in the room was, for me, my big break," Bailey says of the theater director. "At that point in my life, I definitely thought I was more of a Roderigo, so to be offered Cassio was an example of [how] you have to learn what other people see in you."

Following Richard II, Bailey will return to the big screen with Scarlett Johansson and Mahershala Ali in Jurassic World Rebirth, playing paleontologist Dr. Henry Loomis. A passing of the torch from Wicked co-star Jeff Goldblum, perhaps? We'll have to wait and see, but Bailey does call Goldblum's Jurassic Park character Dr. Malcolm the "rizz king" and credits the actor's performances for keeping him "enthralled and titillated." "If I can achieve half of what he did in the original Jurassic, I'll be very happy," he adds.

What Bailey can say about his own experience at this time is how excited he is to be joining the major franchise given how deeply nostalgic it is for him. Jurassic Park was the first film Bailey saw in the cinema with his family. He gets goosebumps thinking back on that time. "I just remember feeling so alive," he says. "It's a bit like Wicked [and] going back to singing and dancing. [I'm] now going back to one of these iconic experiences that I found so inspiring then, to be able to infiltrate that world." To say Bailey is excited about this movie would be an understatement. "The idea of the John Williams theme playing under trotting through some grass fields chasing a dinosaur, you can't get more mind-blowing and eye-popping than that," he says.

It suddenly dawns on Bailey that he's in his 30th year of acting. The 36-year-old has been performing for the majority of his life, and considering all that he's done in his career thus far, it feels like the world is his oyster in terms of what he can do next. So what strikes his fancy these days? "Honestly, it feels like romance. You get butterflies or something happens, a little twinge. I just can't put my finger on it," he says. Swoon.

Bailey circles back to an earlier comment about Hytner seeing something in him that he didn't see himself. That's what he's constantly chasing. "To be scooped up by someone who can see a performance in you that you're not really aware of and to be guided by them in their own world and in their own vision excites me," Bailey says.

Reading a part he hasn't seen before or seen an actor like himself play before, filling those spaces, and finding those cubby holes—that is the genius of Jonathan Bailey. With each new project, he continues to surprise and delight.

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[throathole]

Most iconic gay men of all time:

-Jeffrey Dahmer

-Fred Figglehorn (character by the greatest living gay actor)

-Tim Cook

-John Waters

-Kal Penn

-Abraham Lincoln

-John Travolta

[xxnashiraxx]

AO3

Welcome!! My name is Ali and I like to yap a lot, draw, write, and play music! I am currently buried in BG3, though you'll see some other fandoms cross my blog from time to time! I have a main long-fic for my BG3 isekai below, as well as some other one-shots set in that fic's universe but not explicitly tied into it or canon (yet or eventually!). Stay awhile! I make stupid jokes and I'll tell you I love you within days of speaking to each other!

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✧˖ With Stars to Fill My Dream: Main ongoing long-fic isekai story following the events of the game. Releases every 3 Saturdays!

A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid?

Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

✧˖ Act 1 🗡Chapter 1: Chasing Rabbits 🗡Chapter 2: Known Me, Broken By My Master 🗡Chapter 3: But It Was a Trick and the Clock Struck 12 🗡Chapter 4: Behind a Broken Frame 🗡Chapter 5: Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret 🗡Chapter 6: My Thoughts You Can't Decode 🗡Chapter 7: From Now Our Merge is Eternal 🗡Chapter 8: Born in Blood I'm Not Like You 🗡Chapter 9: Darkness Helps Us All to Shine 🗡Chapter 10: Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In 🗡Chapter 11: Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up 🗡Chapter 12: You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart 🗡Chapter 13: Moving Through the Silence Without Motion 🗡Chapter 14: I've Held On but I Feel a Storm Approaching 🗡Chapter 15: I Cast My Spell of Love on You 🗡Chapter 16: I Could Show You Tonight ✧˖ Act 2 🗡Chapter 17: I Feel Like I'm Leaving Myself Behind 🗡Chapter 18: And It's Bringing Me to You 🗡Chapter 19: Pretty Eyes Now Filled with Pain 🗡Chapter 20: I Wanna Break This Spell That You've Created 🗡Chapter 21: Let Me Change My Words, Show Me Where it Hurts 🗡Chapter 22: Coming 5/17

✧˖ Kinktober 2024: Small collection of fun prompts featuring Astarion and Ofelia from my main fic.

🗡Prompt 1: Incubus Astarion + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 2: Breeding Kink/Sex Pollen + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 3: Inappropriate Use of Tadpole/Melted Candle Wax/BDSM

✧˖ Christmas in Baldur's Gate: Set in Act 3 of Ofelia's journey, this can be read as a standalone fic- reading With Stars to Fill My Dream is unnecessary!

✧˖ She's My Collar: A short 600+ word fic on Astarion and Ofelia. No need to read the main fic, this is just prose!

✧˖ OC Kiss Week 2025:

♡ Mine: A Raspberry Flush & Blingdenstone Blush (a sweet, 5.9k word fic featuring my Ofelia and Berry's Mavka 💕 ♡ @pinkberrytea's: Aromatic 💋 (a beautiful 2.4k word fic written lovingly by Berry featuring her Mavka and my Ofelia)

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s7 episode 6 "the goldberg variation" thoughts

woohoo! last night’s episode was pretty enjoyable, so i’m excited to see where we go tonight. hopefully they’re still all honeymoon-y and basking in that glow. 

so, today we might be dealing with the luckiest person alive. hmm. i wonder what sort of nefarious deal made this happen. or maybe there will be no evil behind the scenes pulling the strings. maybe he just really is lucky. 

i have no real predictions, except that there will be some sort of dramatic fortune reversal. 

i’m very curious about the next episode… could be really hit or miss. fingers are super crossed for a hit.

but first, we must tackle this one!

(post-episode thoughts: aww! this episode felt similar, vibe-wise, to some of my favorite episodes- like humbug, detour, jose chung, etc. i do enjoy a silly one, it must be said.

i think it's so funny that they're at this stage of being openly infatuated with each other- they kissed ONE TIME- and are now able to (mostly) communicate with each other with such clarity. less time fighting about science vs ghouls. less intense arguments (scully tells him what he did was wrong and why very plainly- nothing explosive like they're gotten into in the past). constant flirting. it makes you wonder in retrospect how much of their previous bickering came from unresolved tension. lmao.

a solid ep, one that shall be added to the rewatch list!)

we open in chicago. a game of cards occurs. this dude- who looks like, i don't know, scary john travolta?- has 4 kings in his hand. damn. what are the odds?

another fellow puts down and asks for 5 cards. scary guy with all the kings (later revealed to be named jimmy cutrona) says to let it happen, even if 4 is normally the limit. i assume that mr. weems, who requested the cards, will be the main character of today's episode. he doesn’t seem to know wtf is happening, but he puts $8,000 on it. other guy raises him 15! “i wouldn’t do that. this is all i need” <- a man with principles

hmm…. “now we show each other our cards?” <- bro has no idea what is going on

ahhh! 4 kings from scary guy to a straight flush from weems! now, you may be like me and not know this, but a straight flush beats 4 kings. he declares it beginners luck.

they don’t want to let him leave- they want to earn some money back. but he says sorry and leaves, LMAO. they’re trying to trick him. he keeps saying he thinks they're going up instead of down, LMAO

they’re going to throw him off the building!! and they do!!! he lands in some sort of pit? and crawls out! somehow not dead! he walks away….

who is this man… how did he get into some mafia poker game? and then survive being thrown off a building? he doesn’t even seem to know how to play poker. 

mr. weems, i want to study you…

intro time!!!! the full one!!! the truth is out there!!!

i wonder how he ended up being a case for our agents.

scully is exiting a taxi in chicago!!!! calling mulder

“i’m on the northeast corner of 7th and hunter, just like you asked. only you’re not here. so where are you?” her voice and the teasing way she said that is so funny. LMAO, BRO IS ASCENDING BEHIND HER, WHAT THE FUUUCK 

“oh…. around. hey, nice outfit!” <- BAHAHA, he thinks he’s so funny and she’s like "wtf is going on"

so the top of the building above them is leased out by a mafioso named jimmy cutrona, whom the FBI have been after for a while. there were agents staked out watching the place last night, and they saw the guy fall 30 floors, and into this shaft! but he walked away! hmmm…. 

they descend down the shaft thingy. it’s like an elevator but into the ground, i guess. idk. and they have no idea who this dude who miraculously survived is. mulder thinks he might have some sort of regeneration skill

“so, we’re looking for wile e coyote” <- LMAO, i thought she was going to say “wolverine”, but that is also good. and she recounts a story of a solider who fell 4,500 feet with only a broken rib- maybe there was an updraft

“i don’t know, maybe he just got lucky” “what if he got really, really lucky? that’s your big scientific explanation, scully?” LMAOOO

BAHAHA, why is her voice so funny? he’s going on and on about how many variables that would take and she just goes “i dunno” <- you heard her! she doesn't know!!

WAIT. i replayed that because it made me laugh, and i noticed her shining the flashlight right in his face and he giggles <- LMAO!! she’s in a silly mood today!!! i am so happy to see this in her!!

maybe he fell and broke this cart thing. mulder digs in the cart and finds an eyeball! a glass one, to be specific! so maybe they have to find a guy missing an eye.

the way she looks at him when he tosses the eyeball in his hand, LMAO

shoutout to that extra on the street scene who was acting the FUCK out of those 3 seconds of screen time. gesticulating hard af.

“there’s got to be at least 600 people with prosthetic eyes in the greater chicago area” says scully- a rather outstanding sentence, may i add- as they stand wayyyy too close together, buzzing an intercom. but only one henry weems made an appointment to get a new one this morning, says mulder! the man gets results!

“maybe he can’t see his way to the door” <- SCULLY, STFUUUUU (said with SO much love and a stupid grin on my face) OHHH he looks at her... and he SMILESSSS... stop. this is so funny 

an old lady exits and mulder catches the door behind her to sneak them in, bahahaaa

oh, it’s been a while since they’ve just barged into a building. they were pros at that in the early seasons. so this feels like coming home in a way. i will someday have to make a list of all the times they just walked into places without waiting for an invite.

they walk in, but someone asks for help, saying it’s an emergency. well! how lucky that this lady stumbled right into a doctor!

oh. well. she wants her pipes fixed?

“ma’am, we’re not plumbers” “i didn’t say you were” <- LMAO, she’s fed TF UP and demands mulder tighten the pipes!

mulder climbs in, asking if weems, who is the building supervisor, can’t be here. this lady says you might as well wait for jimmy hoffa. 

A CHILD COMES OUT AND SAYS HE’S TURNING THE PIPES THE WRONG WAY, BAHAHAAAA!! listen!! he is a fancy new england boy!! what makes you think he’s ever touched a pipe before?!

he yells that he knows that and scully bites back a smile (it’s so CUTE) but noooo! the pipe bursts in his face!!! oh, look at scully covering her mouth, oh my god…..  

NOOOOO, HE FALLS THROUGH THE FLOOR!!!! smile has been REMOVED from scully’s face as she LUNGES for him 

“you okay, mulder?” “yeah, it’s alright, my ass broke the fall” <- LMAOOOOO, poor sopping wet man. finding himself in such a situation. falling down a hole in front of the love of his life. but! he found weems!!

LEAVE HIM ALONE, WEEMS!! DO NOT BE MEAN TO HIM lmao mulder whips his eyeball out and asks him “want to try this on for size, cinderella?” <- yeah!! get his ass!

poor mulder is still patting himself dry with a towel… aww.

weems was hiding from “you people”, refusing to testify against jimmy cutrona. fair enough.

BAHAHAHAAAAA, MULDER GAGS WHEN HE PUTS HIS EYEBALL BACK IN THE SOCKET..... LMAOOOO, he smiles and turns to scully who is just watching him, not looking very interested at all

weems says maybe he just got lucky- except this bruise- “aww”, says mulder, turning to scully and pretending to pout- and he didn’t get to keep his poker winnings!

mulder is investigating his contraption. it’s a marble thingy… he presses the button and watches as the balls follow a series of really intricate tubes until this wooden dude gets hanged. and mulder says “ah! that’s craftsmanship” <- NERD!!! but weems denies it has any greater meaning. 

scully asks him to please reconsider testifying- jimmy will definitely try to kill him again, and mulder adds that they can protect him! which he refuses. 

“so, here’s the plan as i see it: we inform the chicago field office about weems, leaving it to them to secure his testimony, you change your clothes, we fly back to DC by sunset, and all is right with the world” <- BAHAHAHA, she wants to go hooooooome!! and she’s blatantly hitting on him. at least, it seems that way to me. oh my god. i used to pray for times like these.

but mulder thinks the case is just now getting good! “interesting, mulder, was when we were looking for wile e coyote” <- this mfer and her cartoon metaphors 💀

she gives up waiting for the elevator, declaring they shall use the stairs instead. but just as they leave, some gangster guy emerges! 

noooo! mulder gets locked out of the building- and he lost the car keys when he fell. can he get in there and find them before this guy kills weems??

scully’s little hands in the air motion when he tries to grab the door is so cute, BAHAHAAA

he buzzes for weems just as the gangster bursts into his room and shoots his lamp!

they get inside, somehow, to do a sweep…. and the gangster somehow hung himself on weems’ contraptions!

very lucky guy, indeed. 

somehow, weems seems to have vanished. and, just as it seemed, the dead guy was an enforcer for the catronas! his name was angie the animal.

mulder does a little recreation of what he thinks went down, including a fun sound effect to go along with busting down the door- i love a guy who is a loser! scully is smiling at him while he walks through this, and then angie the animal falls from the ceiling. everything seems to react in weems’ favor. 

scully sees the kid from before, richie!!! she introduces herself as dana, which, while very sweet, feels so strange to hear. and she asks if they can go back to his room, subtly getting the child away from viewing the dead gangster. that’s a responsible adult!

OH. she tucks richie into bed. probably waiting to tell his mother he just saw a dead body. and asks him about the sports posters all over his room. OH. SHE SAYS SHE LIKES BASEBALL. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD. 

hey guys. i’m gonna have to do something drastic here.

she notices a contraption in his room that weems made for him, and it tosses a ball in a net. she smiles, thinking it is very cool. ohhh! he made it for richie when he was in the hospital!!! this poor kid’s liver doesn’t work. somehow, scully figured that out and i didn't, but then again, she's a doctor and i'm not. and he says that since he got sick, weems hardly ever leaves. HMMM… is he like an uncle or something? or perhaps the kid’s dad?

as scully asks why the world’s luckiest man would work as a building superintendent- why not go get a lottery ticket and be a millionaire- weems is hiding in the vents!

ohhh. weems is with richie. asking how he feels. aww, he tells him not to worry about the cops looking for him. but he says he has to go do something he’s been putting off. 

scully is calling around, and she seems frustrated….. there are no records on this weems fellow! not even a driver’s license. but mulder finds a newspaper clipping… he survived a plane crash in 1989! where he was the only survivor! that’s how he lost his eye. 

mulder thinks that maybe the crash altered all of his luck. she wants to know why he dropped off the face of the earth, and he wants to know why he has chose now to resurface. much to consider here.

weems heard scully’s suggestion to go get a lottery ticket. OH! he says he only needs 100 grand. OHHHH, he needs to get help for richie, huh????

he buys a ticket…. scratches it right next to someone….. and wins…. but the police are looking for him on the news, and he learns he will only get the money over many months!!! he says it’s too long. throws it away. and the other guy picks it up- but weems says to leave it in the trash, because something bad is going to happen. 

AND THEN THE GUY WHO TOOK IT IMMEDIATELY GETS HIT BY A CGI BUS, BAHAHAHAHAAAA

i saw that coming, but the CGI caught me so off-guard that i had a hearty chuckle about the whole thing

scully asks the cashier some questions- and he claims that the guy hit by the truck wanted him to have the lottery ticket, haha. 

LMAOOO, mulder ponders why weems would choose to now go get a lottery ticket. “actually, that’s exactly what you said, about an hour after you said it” (cutscene to mulder investigating the vents in the apartment building)

they divide and conquer to explore the apartment and its many vents- but another gangster guy approaches, looking for weems! he’s not in his apartment, so he crawls in the vent. 

weems hears someone approaching- he’s carving a little wooden guy- but it’s just mulder here to find him. somehow, he hides. mulder finds him in the vent and pulls him out!! HAHAHA!! he grabs him to have a very serious talk- but the other gangster guy is here!

gangster guy shoots, but the bullet somehow bounces off and kills him!!!! because weems had his knife in his pocket!!

poor mulder got hit in the arm, though. it is NOT his lucky day at all. 

mulder is getting his arm bandaged up in the hospital- he says it stings a little- and weems is here, too, when scully comes in with a deck of cards. he shuffles them…. which i liked watching. not sure exactly why. he tells weems to pick a card. and he picks a higher card than him both times! 

mulder asks how it feels to be the luckiest man in the universe- and weems says it’s a nightmare. “something good happens to me, and everybody else has to take it in the keister” aww, poor guy :( and poor mulder actually DID have to take it there when he fell through the floorboards. not fair!

scully clocks that he needs the money for richie. he is on every donor list, but has a rare blood type. “and he’s cn- something” “cmv negative. cytomegalovirus” <- okayyyyy, medical doctor!!!

they need 100 grand to get him into an experimental program in england :(

scully says weems needs protection from cutrona and his men. then he draws a king- and says they need protection from him. 

scully is mad at mulder!!! “i’m sorry, mulder. that was utterly irresponsible. you’re feeding the delusions of a man who has had three attempts made upon his life” <- (i'm nodding along) you tell him. i have to agree with scully here.

mulder says he would agree- but he doesn’t think weems is in any danger. in fact, he’s currently doing a better job dealing with cutrona and his men than the FBI seems to be.

but no!!!! there are men here to get him!! scully does not like how much faith mulder is putting in luck- he's betting a man’s life on it. 

she picks a card and she beats his, which prompts mulder to say they have to go right now.

weems steps in front of a bus as mulder runs to get him!!! his eyeball is knocked out. mulder checks for his pulse, and looks up at scully. bro. did he not make it?

richie is playing with a toy. ohhhh shoot, he is super yellow. this is not good.

weems made it through the bus crashing somehow. and he’s agreed to testify against cutrona. cutrona is hearing this news. “who says we have to get to him?” ... now what do you mean by that?

richie is being taken to the hospital- he asks for the toy weems made him, and his mom stays behind to grab it. ah! the gangster guy is here looking for his mother! we hear a grunt!

the toy is on the floor…. will it hang this guy somehow???

weems is watching richie in the hospital, and mulder and scully are here to tell him they haven’t found the kid's mother- he thinks they took her to keep him from testifying. her name is maggie, btw. not sure if i knew that before.

mulder asks him if maybe his luck hasn’t changed. weems runs out. scully says the kid is not doing well. he needs a donor within a few hours.

mulder wants to find maggie. they've relied on luck so far for this case, so he opens a phone book and finds a random number- muhayamin daycare. then grayson’s linen services. they call the second one.

ahh! weems is brought to cutrona. he wants to tell him there is no hard feelings, he isn’t testifying against him- just let her go. he says he doesn’t care what happens to him. cutrona says he will. 

they take him down in the basement of the linen place and tie him up!!! he’s on some sort of electrical wire!!! it is an elaborate trap that is hard to explain in words!!

and it zaps the other gangster guy instead!!! and then smacks cutrona in the head!!!

scully is waiting with richie as all of the city's electricity goes haywire- and the hospital lights spell richie’s name!

mulder is here to see the dead cutrona- who has the same blood type as richie!

awww, richie is able to get the transplant. and scully smiles at his little basketball toy.

the end.

well! this was a silly one. 

i will say, i enjoyed it thoroughly. but after last episode, which was fairly lighthearted, and this one, which was very much so, i do fear what will happen in the next one. still, we can’t critique that yet if it hasn’t happened.

well, i guess it did happen 20-ish years ago. it is just new to me.

they’re so openly flirty with each other... it’s gonna make me sick, lmao. 

scully taking richie back to his room :( scully making polite talk with him and saying that she likes baseball :( stoooop :( do you think her and mulder have gone to a game together yet? how do you think that went? do you think he was explaining everything the whole time and getting really excited and she was watching him nerd tf out and laughing?

as always, i request that someone drop the fic.

and then she was waiting with him in the hospital while he was hours away from dying :( oh, scully :( she makes my heart ache :( she's just so kind :(

GOD, and her reaction to mulder getting sprayed in the face by the pipe being to hide her smile so he wouldn't get upset... versus throwing herself at him when he fell through the floor because she was worried!! and then teasing him about getting new clothes... he was looking all embarrassed, trying to dry himself off..

AND how he snuck up behind her at the beginning and hung up the phone to yell "nice outfit". SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.

my initial thought upon seeing the last scene was: do you think that bracelet on cutrona meant he was an organ donor? or do you think they just stole his kidney. i mean, that is frowned upon, but... richie was dying, so. hmm!

maybe part of weems' luck is that cutrona just so happened to be an organ donor. maybe some gangsters have a little bit of a heart. but only when they're dead.

so, a good episode. i still have some questions about the overall plot, though, that came up in my head while i was editing my notes. we haven't seen spender or marita in a long while- are they really dead, or plotting a comeback of some sort? i feel like marita's character could have been used in so many other interesting ways. what was going on with her and krycek? is that over and done with now? was it a double crossing on both sides, or do you think either of them had feelings for each other?

are we still operating under the assumption that CSM was telling the truth when he claimed to be mulder's father? i don't buy it. but we haven't heard what mulder personally thinks, or his mother, who we left off last seeing in a strange place- on the hospital camera footage with CSM nearby- so i'd like to know if she is doing alright. we haven't heard any updates on the real or fake samanthas, either. i assume they're all fake and always will be to save time. and i guess that mulder had all the alien removed from him now, which is why he is better. but now CSM has the alien in him? even though i thought he already had the alien in him from when they thought they were going to be colonized a few weeks before? girl, idk.

in scully land, we also haven't heard from her family for a little bit- i'm curious about her brothers. i don't think we have seen anything from or about her younger brother at all, have we? i keep my eyes and ears open, but i don't recall anything. we only have seen bill who hates mulder, and we haven't seen him in a while, either. not that i'm complaining- he is a nasty guy- i'm just chomping at the bit for any and all family lore from our beloved characters. we haven't heard anything else about if her newer implant is continuing to make her want to drive strange places, either. i wonder if she will deal with that forever, or if the failed colonization attempt made that stop. and what are those alien rebels up to these days, anyway?

we also haven't heard much from skinner- you know, it's been a few years now, but we never heard if he actually went through with the divorce or not. but now he's got this remote control disease, so maybe reconciliation is not on his top list of priorities. he was staying alone in the episode where he got sick, so i kind of assume he isn't back together with his wife. i wish him well, for we all know that skinner is dear to me.

and i'm not expecting any of these questions i am raising to be answered, either- not necessarily now or ever, because i'm used to how this show works. just want to keep a bit of a list of what is going on.

well, i am expecting some angst in the next episode, which i am hoping will be well-written and not incredibly fucking disturbing like that one episode last season was (shivers at the mere thought). that one WAS well-written- at least partially- but it made me feel sick, so i couldn't take much enjoyment from it. i hope it is a scully-centric episode! a real meditation on her character!