#like a starved seagull lmao

[nanamis-bigtie]

i have nothing wise to say, just look how neat my foccacia is

[seagull-scribbles]

Lie Awake

A TMNT 2012 Casey and Raph ficlet [AO3]

word count: 1,191

just a small drabble focusing on Casey and his view of their relationship. I didn't write this as a ship fic, but I do ship them so you can interpret it as platonic or romantic

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. He wears every cut, bruise and mark like a medal, a badge of honour for a hockey game well played or a fight well fought. He hates when neighbours or the school populace look at him with pity in their eyes and sympathy coating their words like sponge covering a toddlers playroom or bubble wrap suffocating a porcelain doll.

So what if he doesn't have a mom anymore? Who cares about his deadbeat dad? Casey is keeping his promise and at almost 17 is protecting and looking after his sister, the best player on a hockey team within the region and a vigilante the purple dragons will write legends about. He is strong and brave. He bounces back from anything with a witty comment and a toothy grin. Missing incisors be damned.

So why is this different? Strong, calloused, leathery hands gently graze over fragile skin. Instead of the usual burn of anger such caution would ignite, Casey Jones feels a sense of calm and his breath almost gets caught in his throat. Almost. Arms he has seen tear robots to shreds, dislocate joints from vigilantes, break monstrous jaws are now delicately tracing over his pale soft surface, well- it should be pale but the current complection is primarily a mixture of injuries, marks and dirt. Purple, blue, green, yellow, pinks, reds- any colour besides a natural skin tone coats his body like a vandalised back alley wall.

The hand stops moving and instead a comforting weight is placed across Casey's chest and torso. The weight he has seen choke and crush wrong-dooers, crack brick walls and dent spaceship walls now comfortably rests along his side like a weighted blanket, the arm across his middle.

Awareness of his current location comes back. Why's the ceiling looking blurry suddenly? Casey realises his eyes are starting to water. These can't be tears of frustration though? Maybe these are not new tears but the remnants of the storm that leaked from those eyes earlier this evening, in the privacy of these four walls as his own inner walls crumbled in Front of his current companion. No mask or face paint or armour, no facade of cokyness and happiness. His emotions are raw and his mind is still screaming at him, maybe that's why he hadn't noticed the burning eyes. These tears can't be new. Definitely not! He's happy and safe now, why would they be? He is brought from his thoughts as a hard smooth surface buts the bottom of his jaw, sending a short vibration of pain through his skull.

"'Ya sure this is alright?" A gruff voice nervously whispers.

"Yeah, 's fine" he mumbles back before finally looking down at the friend pressed against him. His own voice sounds raspy and sore. Perfect.

Raph has put his head back down on the pillow, his beak fitting like a jigsaw puzzle in the gap above Casey's shoulder. The bolt he'd felt had been from Ralph bucking his head to hit his jaw with the top curve of his beak. It hurt a little but he isn't fragile. Raph knows that. All he can feel now is that comforting weight on his side. He's focusing on it. Raph certainly wasn't scared to touch him. Why else would he hit him to gain his attention?

Soft cold breath gently brushes against Casey's neck in delicate puffs.

"I can sleep on the floor y'know?" tiredly drifts out of the terrapin creatures mouth "This bed ain't exactly made for two"

"Nah it's your room, I'm the intruder"

"Hmm" Raph lazily hums and slightly squeezes his ribs, getting comfortable in his squashed position on the edge of the bed "a warm one".

Casey sits there in silence for a bit, his friend drifting off to sleep. The overwhelming smell of sweat and blood and the sewers clogging his nose. Raphael is the only person Casey talks to about his home life, the only one he talks about his troubles too. He knows Raph instils that same comfort and confidence in him as he tells the lanky teen his own insecurities and secrets.

Tender moments like these however? They usually proceed fights. Fights they start coated in darkness or just heated spars between friends who are shouting and blowing off steam. They'd collapse with exhaustion on some random rooftop and through jagged breaths become vulnerable, no eye contact, maybe a squeeze of the hand or a punch in the side to let the other one know they're there. Kind, soft and comforting pain. Like the kind you get from laughing too hard or playing a game. It is strange to think they are now squashed and laid across each other, even if the reptile insists the body warmth was an exciting upgrade to his sleeping arrangement.

Casey was kicked out tonight after a particularly bad fight at home, he limped his way to his usual meeting spot and a few texts later Raph was on his way. He's going to be staying here with his friend, just tonight... he'll go home tomorrow. No one else in the sewer family needs to know why, Raph will come up with a lame excuse to torment him with. The thought makes him smile a little. Raph is the epitome of masculinity. Testosterone coats his existence like a second shell. He's violent and abrasive and yet here he is, not throwing punches, but still being gentle. His body weight is not entirely on top of the teen, but it is there along his right side nonetheless. He wasn't repulsed by Casey and he hadn't tried sugar coating anything all night. When he 'picked him up' he'd joked at Casey's expense and made the boy laugh. Casey wasn't too sure how Raph managed to create such a strong positive moment up on that rooftop in those circumstances. But none of the Hamato clan followed logic by nature so maybe that is not so surprising.

Casey isn't sure why this isn't affecting him the way it usually does. He feels calm and safe, even stripped down to his boxers and pressed into an old smelly matrice and cold metal wall.

Maybe it's because he keeps reminding himself that Raph doesn't see the squishy, thin human as delicate. He knows the turtle enough to know he considers Casey a great enough fighter to stand amongst his brothers, without any formal training or skill.

Maybe that's why this tender moment is nice? Raph isn't scared Casey will break, he wouldn't touch him if he thought he'd be hurt. Raph wouldn't joke with him and invite him here like this. The ninja had seen the boy break earlier, as he broke down and sobbed on the bed when they first arrived at the decorated subway car. The weight against him now is heavy, not crushing. It's grounding him.

Why is being treated tenderly so nice right now? Maybe that's the kind of privilege having a best friend creates? He doesn't remember his childhood friend creating such a welcoming environment before though.

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. Raph doesn't, even now.

[f1gments]

Road with a Seaview - Hayakawa Aki

lil birthday fic for number 1 Aki fan, @meownotgood 💋 💙thank you for responding to my crazy Aki fantasies with your own. I literally wrote this out of my ass lmao so forgive me if it’s not as good. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

content warning: nsfw - smut | vaginal penetration

Your eyes flutter at the morning sun that streams into the room, the golden light gracing your figure entwined in the sheets.

Warm lips press against your cheek along with the warm breath that lingers as cold fingers gently stroke your face.

Aki whispers out your name, causing you to emit a quiet hum from his touch, stirring you awake. He's kneeling beside the bed with the corners of his lips slightly quirked up.

"Good morning." is murmured in a deep and honeyed tone.

You greet him back with a large and sleepy smile on your lips, before Aki gently pulls you by the wrist with a c'mere, there's something I wanna show you, making you raise an eyebrow curiously but you follow him to where he leads you in the living room.

The aroma of coffee and mouth watering breakfast food hits your senses, and to your surprise there's an array of bacon, eggs, waffles, fruits and freshly whipped cream with an adorably decorated cake on the small coffee table where you usually have your meals.

A few pastel coloured balloons and streamers decorate the walls with Denji and Power who stand there with large grins on their faces and party hats on their heads.

"Happy Birthday!" they say in unison.

You turn to look at Aki as your smile widens. "Did you do all of this while I was asleep?"

He nods silently, cheeks dusting with rose petal pink. "I-I wanted to do something special for you since it's your special day after all." he coughs.

"Hey asshole, give us some credit too, we helped with decorating the cake!" Denji chides.

Power shakes a fist at him, yelling about how humans are nothing but selfish beings that take things as their own without giving credit.

"The only thing you two did do was almost burn down the apartment when I specifically told you not to come in the kitchen." He snapped with a scowl.

"And have many times do I have to remind you about your manners?!" he shouts, making them mumble incoherently under their breaths. You're sure one of these days Aki's bound to get high blood pressure from the amount of shouting he does with them.

You can only laugh at the scene in front of you and reach to give Aki a tight hug. You then lean forward to peck him on the cheek. "Thank you, Aki. This really means a lot to me."

Denji mutters agross at the display of affection before telling the both of you to hurry up and blow out the candles because he's starving.

After breakfast, Aki's standing in the doorway dressed in a casual attire that's all black with his hair down. You think he looks attractive in anything he wears, but you think you like him better like this. He tells you to get dressed.

"Where are we going?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a surprise."

The scent of fresh and salty water fills your senses along with the cool sea breeze that surrounds the both of you. You stand in your baby blue sundress, watching as the waves gently crash onto the shore, a couple seagulls circling the cloudy sky.

Calloused fingertips caress your hand that's entwined in his, as Aki gazes at you softly, admiring the way the wind blows through your hair and the delicate sunlight kisses the skin of your rosy cheeks.

It's just the two of you on the short getaway at the beach in his hometown, where Aki decides to have you all for himself. No one else around to ruin these precious moments with you.

A few minutes later, Aki decides to take you for an afternoon drive along the coastline of a small seaside town in the area. One hand rests on your thigh while the other stays fixed on the steering wheel. Earlier he constantly apologized for not preparing something more fancier or of your taste but with an elated grin you shake your head, you assure him that there was nothing that made you happier than being able to spend your special day like this.

You know that today is also the same day that the Gun devil appeared. So you appreciate how much Aki has put thought and effort into celebrating your special day despite the sadness and grief that it brings for him. He never forgets to visit his family's grave on this day and since you've become a part of his life, you usually go with him. 

Love is made from the pressing of swollen lips and the swirl of tongues while a low groan is buried in your neck. It's the slow languid roll of hips in the backseat while your dress is bunched up to your waist and your panties slid to the side as two strong hands grab your waist to thrust deep into you. Thankfully, the windows are heavily tinted to prevent the both of you getting caught by anyone outside. Not that you were parked in an area with many people around.

There's no sound better to Aki than the blissful moans of pleasure you let out that go an octave higher every time he hits the right spot.

He has your dress and lacy bra pulled down to your chest and begins to mark your body with shades of lilac and carnation as his mouth travels from your neck, down to your chest and the curve of your breasts.

His mouth then move to delicately nip at your earlobe, with a gently murmuring, ‘this feel good?

It's the way your eyes are rolled back from how he has you in your favorite position in the backseat - Legs up on his shoulder as he's pushing his hips deeper up into you.

His eyes never leave your figure, back arched and lips chanting his name over and over again like a prayer. A breathy right there, has him hitting the same spot non stop and when a gentle hand reaches to steady itself on his chest while you're looking up at him all teary eyed, has Aki fighting back the urge to cum right then and there because you never looked more beautiful under him like this.

Aki thinks if he were to die right now, he wouldn't mind. You have him wrapped around your finger and he wonders if you realize that. Not when you're desperately clinging onto him - or when the tight walls of your cunt has him drowning in pleasure like this.

Blue eyes that hold a mixture of love and lust look down upon you, his pace never faltering. Aki loves you in many ways - at any time of any day. But he thinks he loves you the most when he's buried deep inside you, eliciting the prettiest gasps and moans from you.

"I love you." he chokes out as his hips stutter and give one hard thrust before he's releasing his white hot liquid into you, to lay on top of you, careful to putting his weight on his arms so he doesn't crush you. He doesn't care to use protection this time because he doesn't want to deal with the hassle of cleaning the seats later on. 

Aki catches his breath, fingers moving to brush aside the strands of hair that cover your face that radiates in the afterglow. You smile weakly at him, cupping his cheeks to bring your lips to his. 

"Happy Birthday." He murmurs, before he deepens the kiss.

You decide that there is no better birthday present than the one before you. It comes in the form of a person who's heart is as wide as the ocean in front of you, if not even bigger. You get the privilege to see every soft and vulnerable part of him. The one where no one else does.

And you couldn't ask for anything more in the world.  

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Bonus Chapter 😉

Finally, the last last chapter. I never thought I’d say this, but I’m burnt out from Gally lmao. I think I’m just happy I’ll be able to focus on other things without having to worry about “what comes next” in this story. Anyway, prepare for some tooth rotting fluff and smut.

by the way, please don’t hate me for putting in a star wars reference in this chapter, i already hate myself enough for doing it lmao

NSFW WARNING

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(not my gif)

Months later, after everything was over and done with, you only just started to feel comfortable in the Safe Haven. Having to risk your life almost everyday, always having to keep moving place to place, you didn’t have high hopes for the supposed haven.

You still had nightmares every single time you fell asleep.

You couldn’t sleep the first couple days at the Safe Haven until exhaustion finally took over. You eventually excepted that’s how it was going to be, that you were going to have these nightmares for the rest of your life. Then it was just learning how to live again; learning how to live with the guilt that weighed you down constantly; living with the fact that you could’ve saved Newt, saved Teresa. You might’ve died trying, but that wouldn’t have mattered to you.

Why did you live and they couldn’t? It was fucking fair.

You were thankful for Gally though. He was your beacon of light when the nights got too dark, when your guilt and pain was blinding. He helped you to the best of his ability, even though he knew that pain you carried would never go away. He made things bearable, and that was more than enough for you.

Looking out to the ocean, seeing the tide rush in with the sun slowly lowering on the horizon, painting the sky in an array of orange, pinks and purples; you wondered, wondered what would be left of the rest of the world after abandoning it.

You felt the sand beneath you, how it stuck to your skin, and you started to feel your eyebrows furrow in irritation. You didn’t like sand. It was rough, course, and it always got everywhere. Being in a Safe Haven, you would’ve thought it would be more comfortable to live in. But those were just bratty, selfish thoughts.

You looked up to see seagulls, hearing an occasional caw from their beaks. You let yourself smile, trying to find some happiness in the small things, or beings.

The loud crashing of the waved filled your ears, blocking out everything else around you almost like a trance, that you didn’t even realize the boy who just sat next to you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You’ve heard that voice so many times that you didn’t even flinch at the sudden sentence. “Yeah, it is.” You smirked. “Just wish sand wasn’t so irritating.” You huffed, wiping some flecks off your hands.

Gally chuckled. “You say that, yet you come sit out here almost every night.”

“I can handle sand for some peace and quiet, away from everyone else.” For a moment, Gally looked offended. “You’re the only exception, obviously.”

He grinned, taking a hold of your hand. “You used to do this in the Glade too.”

“Yeah, it’s not so different here. We obviously don’t have to worry about any Grievers. Just in the way everyone has communal housing, no privacy.” You frowned. “But, that’s just how it’s gotta be, I suppose.”

Gally nodded, directed his gaze back to the ocean, delicately rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. It could’ve put you to sleep, but he cleared his throat, gaining your attention. “Oh, I’ve got a surprise for you actually.” He smiled nervously.

You tilted your head in confusion, but chuckled anyway. “A surprise? Wha-?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” Gally quickly stood up, bringing you with him and then leading you away.

“Wait, Gal, I don’t think we’re allowed to be far away from camp right now.” You said worryingly, looking back and forth between Gally and the camp on the beach that was slowly getting further and further away.

“Shh, don’t worry, it’s fine. Just come on!”

Never in your life have you seen this boy so excited. Must be one hell of a surprise if he looked like a kid on Christmas Eve. The trek was far into the woods, away from the beach, you couldn’t even hear the ocean waves anymore. “This is a long way.” You said, somewhat nervously.

“We’re almost there, close your eyes.”

You only went wide eyed. “What?!”

Gally chuckled softly at the outburst, coming up behind you and placing his hands over your eyes. “It’s part of the surprise.”

“I don’t think I like surprises...” You pouted.

Gally only placed a kiss on your cheek. “Trust me.” He said, starting to lead you blindly through the woods. Only the occasional root or hole in the ground made you trip, most of the time you were just tripping over your own feet out of nervousness.

“We’ve stopped. Are we here?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He said softly, removing his hands to allow you to see.

The sun had only just begun to set, so it was dim enough that you didn’t have to adjust to the light. But it was light enough to see what was in front of you.

You gasped softly when you saw a little hut in a small clearing of the forest. It was quite simple in structure, but just one look over and you could tell how delicate the process must’ve been. You knew that cause your Builder senses were tingling.

“Gally...” You awed, unsure how to react. “Did you...?”

“We never got to build your home in the Glade. So, I asked Vince if we could build away from the beach, and he agreed. It’s not my best work, but there’s always room for improvement.”

You threw yourself in Gally’s arms, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. “Gally, it’s perfect.” You whispered, almost on the verge of tears.

“You haven’t even seen the inside.” Gally laughed.

“Then show me!” You giggled goofily, making Gally blush slightly.

“Of course, but first,” You squealed as Gally lifted you up in his arms bridal style, walking to the door of the hut. “Gotta walk you over the threshold, like in the movies.”

You blushed as you giggled, burying your face in his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this, Gal!”

There wasn’t a proper door in the frame, only a thick cloth. “There wasn’t enough time to fix up a door, but I’ll do it eventually.”

Gally finally set you down when you entered the hut, and you were in awe in a matter of seconds, seeing how beautiful the interior was. The floor was sanded down perfectly, a beautifully woven rug smack dab in the center of the room and a small table next to the right wall.

Gally grabbed your hand, quickly leading you into another section of the small building, not even giving you time to breathe as he was too excited to show you everything.

“The bedroom.” Gally smirked, quirking up an eyebrow suggestively.

You stifled a giggle as you surveyed the room. The medium sized bed lay in the corner of the room, a small makeshift window carved into the opposite wall, a bedside table with a wooden vase occupied by various colored flowers you assumed native to where you were.

“Gally...” You whispered.

“I know it’s not much, like I said, but we could always expand. Brenda helped a bit, she said that flowers would be a nice touch. I don’t know why, but she seemed genuine. But if you don’t-”

“Gally!” You interrupted him with a laugh, gently grabbing ahold of his face and placing your lips against his with a smile.

Gally chuckled breathlessly as you pulled away. “I guess that means I did good?”

“Gal, you did perfect. You’re perfect.” You said, knowing it would make him blush.

“You’re the one who’s perfect.” He countered, making you the one blushing.

“Stop.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious.”

You huffed. “I’m not gonna argue with you.”

“Yeah, good, cause you’d lose.” You refrained from snapping back at Gally, knowing that he was right and the argument would go nowhere.

You shook your head with a smile, walking to the bed and plopping down rather ungracefully. “Oh my god...”

“What?”

“This is so comfortable.”

Gally grinned and laid down beside you. “Oh yeah, better than those stupid hammocks we had to sleep on in the Glade.”

You tried to keep your eyes to the ceiling, realizing how close you two were. You two had slept beside each other obviously, but you quickly took notice of how needy you felt around him, and it made you nervous. It’s not like you were touch starved, but every time Gally put his hands on you in the simplest ways, you felt yourself wanting more than just hugs, handholds or kisses. You were pretty sure he felt the same way too. The way he’d reluctantly hold back during any make out sessions, or how he forced himself to look away from your body if you two were working together. He wasn’t making it that subtle.

Gally putting his hands on your waist got you riled up the most, even if it was to stop you from falling off or ladder or something similar, it was so frustrating. You wanted something to change, but you had no idea how to bring it up without feeling like an absolute moron.

Just the thought of Gally exploring your body with his big, warm hands that would give you chills down your spine and make you we- “Ugh.” You huffed loudly.

“What’s up with you?” Gally chuckled.

“Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing really.” You cleared your throat.

Gally smirked. “Well, ‘nothing’ is making you clench your fists.”

You forced yourself to unclench your fists as soon as he pointed it out, trying not to wince as you felt your nails removing themselves from being slightly imbedded into your skin. “Ugh, sorry...I was just thinking.”

“‘Bout what?”

You felt your cheeks increase in temperature, but you sat up and rubbed your hands over your face. Gally quickly sat up with a look of concern of his face, obviously not understanding why you felt frustrated. “Are you seriously okay? Do you feel sick or something?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever or anything...”

You couldn’t help but smile, almost seeing him in an innocent light. “No, I’m not sick, Gal.” Gally furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, tilting his head slightly.

You saw Gally’s lips slightly parted, and you felt the sudden urges come forward again. You leaned in to place your lips on his feverishly, him immediately reciprocating, making you smile into the kiss. As soon as you snaked your hands up to tangle themselves in his hair, he pulled away. “I guess this must’ve been what you were thinking about, huh?” He chuckled breathlessly.

“I’m sorry.” You pulled your hands away, but Gally grabbed your hands.

“Hey, don’t be sorry.” He said softly. “Just took me by surprise, is all.”

“You don’t want to, do you?” You frowned.

“No, no, I do! I just...” He sighed. “I do. I really do. You have no idea much I want to. But, I also want you to be comfortable with it too. I would never want you to feel pressured or anything like that. I want you to be a hundred percent sure, Y/N.”

You grinned. “I’m sure, Gally. I want you.”

Gally grinned back, a light shade of red dusting his cheeks as he leaned back in to kiss you gently. He grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “If for any reason you wanna stop, tell me and we can stop. Okay?”

“Promise.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you felt Gally’s hand travel underneath your shirt, lifting it up over your head. You did the same, smirking as you felt his fit Builders torso. Gally leaned back in to kiss you more roughly after the removal of his shirt. The feeling of his tongue dancing delicately with yours elicited a satisfied hum from you.

You laughed as you awkwardly fiddled with Gally’s belt buckle, ultimately looking to him to undo it for you. “I’ll get the hang of it eventually.” You giggled.

Gally laid you on your back, him hovering over you as he undid your pant’s button with one hand and the other resting beside your head as he tenderly kissed and sucked on your neck. He smiled when he pulled back to see you gazing at him lovingly. “You are everything to me.” Gally whispered, kissing your cheek as he slowly pulled your pants off, trailing his hands up and down your thighs.

“I love you.” You whispered back with a grin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said after he removed your bra, leaning down to kiss between the valley of your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach and stopping just above the lining of your underwear. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You nodded eagerly.

You exhaled a shaky breath as Gally gingerly removed your undergarment, looking back to make sure you were okay with his actions. You gripped onto the blankets tightly as you started to feel his hot breath wash over your sensitive flesh, placing kisses on the inside of your thighs, brushing over the spot you wanted him most.

You were aching with anticipation already, so when Gally finally ran his tongue up your folds, you gasped loudly and quickly become putty in his arms.

You tried not to squirm as Gally kept up a steady pace of licking up and down your lips, causing you to softly rut against him. You let out your first moan when he finally placed pressure on your aching clit, you could’ve sworn you saw stars. Never in your life had you experienced a pleasure so powerful. You didn’t even know if Gally was experienced himself, but fuck, he was doing such a good job.

“Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Gally! Please, keep going.” You whined, desperate to keep that friction against your bundle of nerves.

Gally had to hold you down as you kept involuntarily bucking your hips, keeping that delicious pressure on your clit with his tongue. You moaned loudly as he inserted a finger into your entrance slowly, the sting of him stretching you only adding to the warm pleasure on your clit. “You feel so good, Gal.” You panted, biting the skin of the back of your hand to try and stifle your loud moans.

Adding a second finger inside you and keeping up the pace with his tongue, you soon started to feel intense shocks course through you occasionally, it felt foreign but so amazing. Your moans got louder as the shocks got stronger, bringing your other hand down to hold on to Gally’s hand tightly. “Gal, I think I’m gonna-”

Your eyes closed tightly as you felt waves of electrifying pleasure run through your whole body, causing you to almost shake erratically, a mix of a grunt and moan escaping your throat.

You panted heavily as Gally smirked, coming back up to kiss you. You blushed furiously when you noticed the shine on his nose and chin. “Sorry.” You grinned sheepishly, bringing a hand up to wipe some of yourself off his face.

Gally shook his head with a smile, turning his head to kiss your hand. He gasped suddenly when you gently stroked him through his boxer briefs. “You know, you still don’t have to.” He said, holding in a groan.

“I want you to come too.” You said, your innocent sounding voice juxtaposing the not so innocent statement.

“You sure?” You answered by pulling his briefs down to his knees, giving him a soft kiss. “Okay then.” Gally smiled nervously, him pulling his briefs all the way off his body.

Gally soon lined himself up with your slick entrance. He wanted you to come first just in case you couldn’t handle his size and you had to stop, he wanted to give you the best first experience possible, even if he couldn’t have you. He wanted to give you everything, but he couldn’t bare the thought of hurting you. So, he asked one more time, “Is this okay?”

“I’ll be okay, Gally. I promise to tell you if I want to stop.” You kisses his cheek, assuring him this is what you wanted.

Gally nodded gently, slowly pushing himself in, carefully watching your facial expressions to see if you were in pain.

Your breath caught in your throat, the size of him surprising you and making you bite your lip to keep from crying out. He was big enough to the point it stung as he pushed himself in, but you knew you were strong enough to wait, so you stayed quiet about the slight ache.

Gally stopped, waiting for you to adjust. You started to grind against him, getting used to him before you nodded. “I’m okay.” You smiled. Gally started a slow pace, still scared of accidently hurting you, but you moaning in pleasure gave him the indication that you were enjoying yourself.

Gally buried his head in your shoulder as he thrusted at a faster pace, his lack of experience causing him to be close already. He groaned softly as he felt your nails dig into his back for support, but he was surprised at how nice the sting actually felt. You moaning his name is what eventually sent him over the edge, holding on tightly to your wrists as he thrusted faster. He pulled out of you, rubbing himself until he came onto your bare stomach with a loud moan.

Gally fell back down beside you with a heavy sigh, both of you sweaty panting messes. But you started giggling happily, causing Gally to giggle right along with you. “I didn’t know it would feel that good.” You said after catching your breath.

Gally grinned, pulling you close to him and laying a blanket over your naked bodies, still trying to stifle a few giggles due to the post coital high. “If jerking off gave me any indication, I had a feeling it would be even better.”

You rolled your eyes. “You have me for that now.” You joked.

“You are absolutely right.”

It felt like hours that you two just stayed there, laying there with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly calm down as he relaxed. You smiled sleepily as you thought about how you’d do anything for this boy, how you loved him more than anything in the whole world.

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literally listening to Isabella’s Lullaby from The Promised Neverland on a 5 hour loop is how I managed to keep myself from writing rough smut lmao. Can you tell I have a boner for consent? Consent is so fucking sexy though like for real 🥵

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 7

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

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I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,835

!!Warnings!!: None.

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: A Day in Bath

Brief Chapter Outline: Gab spends the day in Bath with Cillian

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Logan rolled over and laid on his back, panting softly. They had gone another round this morning. "Damn." She laughed softly, pushing her hair out of her face, "You are so wild." "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He turned to face her now. "No. You didn't. You were very good." She leaned over and kissed him deeply. "Mhm." He smiled and pulled her on top as they continued to kiss slowly and deeply. Though Gab's phone began to ring and she pulled away to grab it, "Hello?" 

"Hey, Gabrijela." Cillian's voice made her heartache. "Hi, how are you?" She asked as she rolled off Logan, sitting upright. "I'm doing fine. May I come up?" He asked. "Uh, um. Yeah. Give me a moment." She said and hung up. "Logan uh, you gotta go." She said with a blush. "Why? Who was that?" He asked as he sat up, sitting in the bed. Waiting for her to tell him. "Uhm... Cillian. I promised him today I'd hang out with him." Gabrijela got up and grabbed their various clothing across the floor. She hastily tugged on her pyjamas. "Cillian? Why?" Logan frowned as he started to get changed. "Why not? He's a nice guy, besides we got a friendship going. We got stuff in common." She didn't like the judgement like tone Logan used. "Huh. Alright. Seems like you both are quite close." He said as he put on his watch, a strange look on his face. "Yeah. We're friends... why?" She tilted her head to the side, he was holding back something. "Logan. Talk." He sighed, "We heard you spent the night with him while on set." He said finally, looking at her, "And... overheard things." Gabrijela's cheeks warmed, and she looked away quickly, "Nothing happened. Whoever said they heard something was wrong." "Gabrijela, your face clearly speaks the truth. Whatever. Just know you gotta be careful." Logan fixed his hair in the mirror before tucking his phone and wallet into his pockets. "Be careful? For what? We didn't fuck." She snapped, "Ugh. Why does everyone have to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?" She groaned in frustration. "I'm not saying anything. Just be wary." He said with a hint of annoyance. "Whatever, you do what you want." He said and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." And he was gone. Gabrijela sighed, sitting on the couch. "Fuck." Cillian was waiting by the door for ten minutes, he was about to call her when the door opened up and Logan stormed out. His shirt was rumpled. "Huh, hey," Cillian called, he wasn't surprised but also disappointed a little. "Hey, man. Sorry I didn't see you there." He turned to Cillian. "Hey before I go. I want to ask you something." "Uh, go ahead." Cillian nodded, he was holding the door open. "What's your deal with Gabrijela?" He asked, there was something dangerous in Logan's eyes. "Nothing. We're friends, I'm only making her feel comfortable and welcomed here." He replied kindly. He wasn't and would never stoop to a low level of possessiveness. "Huh. Right. Yeah." He shrugged, "Just back off from her, hey? She's young." Cillian raised a brow, "Excuse me? What are you implying?" "Nothing. Just some rumours." Logan said and got into his Uber before Cillian could heckle him more. "What on earth..." He shook his head and headed up to the apartment. He knocked on the door. Gabrijela opened the door, "Come in." Cillian came in, noting the sleepy eyes and her messy hair. As well as the marks on her neck. "Did you want a drink?" She asked as she headed into the kitchen to pour herself cordial. "No, thank you." His eyes skipped over the messy bed and sat on the stool. She felt like she was making everything so uncomfortable. And his eyes were trained on her like a hawk on a prey. "Cillian, I need to tell you something." She said softly as she sipped her drink. "I saw Logan on the way in," Cillian said and their eyes met. "He said something." She continued, "About... What happened. In the trailer." Cillian stilled, but his expression didn't waver. "What about it?" "Someone heard... us. He said rumours are moving around." She twisted the cup around in her hands. "Who? Did he...?" Cillian leaned forward a little. "I don't know. He didn't say who." She looked up at Cillian. He sighed and held out his hand and she placed hers in it, "He doesn't have to worry. It won't happen again." "I'll make sure to tell him to rid these rumours. God... He ruined my mood now. Especially what we did-" She paused, pulling her hand back. "Anyway. I better get ready," She said and went to the bathroom. Cillian sighed but shook his head. He would cheer her up, today was going to be fun. Gabrijela was dressed in a mini skirt with a black and white checkered pattern with frayed ends. She had a short-sleeved red top and her favourite thigh-high suede boots. She kept her hair out but had a hairband on her just in case. Gabrijela had a good taste in fashion and she always looked so fucking good. Cillian was always mesmerised by how she looked. Everything looked so right on her. He gave her a smile and together they headed out. He let her take over the radio and she put on something they would enjoy. And the car ride ended up as a karaoke session. He was shocked as to how good she sang but it didn't stop him from singing. Gabrijela was back into her bright mood all the way to Bath. Once they arrived in Bath he found a good spot to park and got out with her. "Welcome to Bath. It's a lovely town." He said. She was in awe, "It's beautiful." She said as they walked through the streets. It was busy today, there was a lot of tour groups around and general tourists. "I uh also managed to get us tickets for the Roman Baths. Let's go do that first, we have all morning and afternoon to explore." He said. They headed further into the Roman Baths, skipped the line and was able to go right on in. Cillian took photos of her, and she posed in each shot. She had explained she wanted her Instagram to look nice despite him rolling his eyes. Long as she was happy, he was. And he didn't mind taking photos of her, a good excuse to admire her. She convinced him to take some pictures together and he obliged. Another good reason to have his arms around her. After the Baths they wandered around, she took pictures, went into shops and bought some souvenirs. There were times where they had to stop when fans recognised Cillian, and Gabrijela watched with a cute smile as he chatted with them and signed things. Then it was time to move on, they went further into the town where there weren't many people and she found good spots to take photos. "Why don't you be a model?" Cillian randomly asked as he stood close to her side as they looked through the photos. "Oh, no. I'd have to starve myself and work on a twenty-four-seven shift. No thanks. I like my sleep and how I look." She laughed softly. "Yeah, true. And you look just fine. Natural." He placed an arm around her and quickly moved back with her as a bike flew by them. She gasped, "You love to compliment people hm?" She looked up at him, grinning. "Especially if they catch my interest." He admitted and her cheeks went a shade of pink. "I catch your interest?" She asked, staying close and pressed to his side. He nodded once, "Yeah. You're uh... Almost like a female version of me." She let out a bark of laughter and he did as well, "Well, damn. Thanks. I'm hot and got good taste in music." She nudged him. "Exactly why you are a female version of me." He squeezed her side and she let out a sound. "Come on, I'm getting hungry. You gotta feed me." She huffed and they headed back to the main square. By late afternoon, there was still a heap of people around, not if more than earlier. Most of the restaurants were booked out so they grabbed some burgers and chips from some restaurant and took their goodies to the park near the bridge. They claimed a chair beside the river and ate their packed burgers. "In uh, darling Harbour, I was with my mum and we were eating Maccas. And um, a seagull had flown past my mum's shoulder and slammed into her burger, knocking it out of her hand as it was swarmed by a million of em." Gab giggled. "Really? They're vicious. I've always wanted to come to Sydney, but I never get to." He said. "Well, how about after you film? You could come for a week or two and I could... show you around. Take you on a tour. I've got my license." She offered. "You'd do that?" He looked at her with a mouthful of food. She laughed and quickly took her phone out, snapping a picture. "Hah! Got it!" "No! Delete that! Hey!" He tried to grab her phone but she hid it from him. "I won't post it nowhere! Oh my god so cute." She poked his cheeks and he shook his head. "Terrible." He said as he finished his food. "Indeed. But back to your question, yes I would do that. You have been making my week here wonderful, it's only fair to return the favour." She wiped her hands on a tissue and faced him. She had crossed her legs, brushing a little against him. "Well, when we finish filming I might take a little trip to Sydney." He mused, resting his arm behind her. "Good! Come as soon as you can, it'll be summer and we could go to the beach." She said, "I know the best place." "Bondi?" He asked. "Ew no. It gets too packed and there isn't much shade there unless you go all the way to the grass area." She shakes her head. "Alright, I trust you in where we go." He said. "Just like I trust you in the places you take me." She patted his chest before they stared out at the water. After a bit, Cillian offered to go on a walk with her and they did. The park began to have less and fewer people. They found another bench and claimed, watching the ducks swim and chase each other. "I want to say something," Cillian said finally after some silence. "Go ahead." She turned to him, now giving her attention to him. He looked troubled, his arm was behind her again on the bench. "You can say it, Cillian. I trust you." She placed a hand on his knee. He sighed and looked at her, "I shouldn't do this but... I like you, Gabrijela. You are a sweet, smart and beautiful girl. I don't want anyone to use you in ways that you don't deserve to." It was her turn to sigh and she looked away, "What is this about?" "Nothing. I just... Wanted to tell you that." He went to touch her chin to turn her back but she grabbed his wrist and looked at him with hard eyes. "I don't need someone to tell me what to do." She said, her tone harsh. "I'm not. I just want-" "What? Are you worried about Logan and me? Because we fucked?" She hissed softly. "No! No, Gabrijela-" he sat back, running a hand through his hair. "God. I care about you that's all. I just want the best for you." She scoffed and stood up walking close to the bank of the water, arms crossed. "I wonder if my parents called you so you can check in on me." The words came out before she could bite them back. "Gabrijela." He stood and went to her side, "Why would you say that?" She could see the hurt in his eyes. Guilt washed through him and she shut her eyes briefly, "I'm sorry Cillian. I didn't mean to say that. God I- Everyone at home says the same thing. And it just bugs me." His expression softened and he took her arm gently, "Don't get mad hey?" His thumb rubbed her skin gently, up and down. She held his gaze, it was so full of tenderness and worry. "I won't. I promise." She whispered. They stayed close like that, and she felt this pull to him. She looked at his lips, those lovely lips that were on hers a week back almost, moaning her name. "Cilly." She swallowed, stepping closer to his body. Her hands now laid flat on his chest. His arms automatically moved around her waist. The willow tree they stood under hid them from anyone who walked by, but there was barely anyone here anyway. "We shouldn't." He whispered, circling his nose against hers. "No. We shouldn't." But neither pulled away. "But no one is here." She replied, her lips brushing along his. He kissed her hard, there was no space between their bodies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing Cillian was like taking a breath of fresh air, like taking a leap off a cliff. His hands moved down her back and cupped her ass, lifting her up a little. A soft moan escaped her before he walked backwards and sat back down on the bench. She moved to straddle his hips, their lips never breaking. She let her fingers brush along his jaw and down his neck. She gripped the dark blue shirt he wore, wanting so badly to undo the buttons. His hands slid down her thighs, then back up and snaked under her skirt. She felt a cool breeze tickle the exposed skin of her ass and moaned, "Cillian, wait-" She gripped his wrists, kissing him. "Not here. We can't- Ah." She moaned when his hands removed from her thighs and to her breasts. "Gabrijela." His lips moved down to her throat, and he began to lift up her shirt. Then she heard people talking, and it sounded like they were heading this way. She pulled back and sat beside him, hastily tucking in her shirt into her skirt just as a group of young teens walked by. She panted as she rubbed her thighs together. As the teens wandered away she relaxed, her legs parting a little. "Cillian- Cillian we cannot." She bit her bottom lip gazing up at him. She wanted him so badly, Logan was... Logan was a mistake, she thought. She had only thought of Cillian the whole time, hoping and wishing it was him on top of her. But Cillian was someone she was to work with. And she had to take this internship seriously, she could be easily kicked out if anyone caught them. "Fuck." He said in a reply, he breathed fast through his nose. "I- We promised we wouldn't do this." He looked back at her again, cupping her face with one hand. "I know. But I can't help it." She placed a hand over him as she leaned in to kiss him again. The kiss was soft, he pulled back to speak, "Same here." He kissed her again and again and again. "No." She said heartbreakingly, "Cillian we need to stop." She pushed him back. "Mm," He nodded, sitting back and facing the river. "We should head home. Busy day tomorrow." He said and they stood and walked quietly back to the car. The trip home was quiet despite the music playing softly. Cillian parked down the road as there was no room when they had returned to London. He walked with her back to the apartment building and they stood face to face at the foot of the stairs. "I had fun today." She smiled, "Thank you. I want to do that again when we have time." He nodded, "Next weekend, hopefully." He said, but he wasn't sure if he could handle being with her all day again. All he could think of was kissing her and touching her. With her free hand, she took his. She looked up, meeting that hungry gaze that matched hers. Despite saying what she said earlier, she said, "You can stay the night." Cillian took a moment and squeezed her hand, "No." He stepped in close and patted her cheek gently, "We need our rest. Have a good night, Gabrijela." He pulled away from her and headed down the street. She watched the car pull away and reached up to touch her lips. She had to be careful and tread lightly. She worked hard to get to where she is right now, and she couldn't let her heart get in the way.

[heathered-beinn]

GO! BTS musings

So, timelime; it seems BTS American Hustle Life was filmed in early summer of 2014 and aired from late July to September. GO! BTS, according to the blurb, is based off BTS attending KCON in LA, which took place 9-10th of August 2014. Therefore, there is probably only two months or so between the filming of BTS American Hustle Life and GO! BTS. I’m sure Jungkook will have still managed to grow another inch in the interim lol!

Let’s get started.

So after a short introduction we see them arriving at the airport and crikey it’s mobbed. After seeing the reality of other bands getting “mobbed” at airports and how dangerous and scary it can be, I really hate to see BTS forcing their way through that throng like that. Granted it was 2014 and things have hopefully changed by now but… still.

There is fan service, there is publicity, and then there is just plain stupidity which only puts the safety of everyone involved at risk. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on the responsibilities of managers/publicists/labels/networks when it comes to guiding fan behaviour by setting boundaries to curb the mania (and/or sense of entitlement in some cases). However, I want to enjoy this episode so I won’t say much more on the subject. I do hope that they drop this unnecessary parade in the future though. Also, while I’m aware that by 2014 BTS were big enough to have some international fans, I’m guessing the high press level and fan attendance is more down to the sheer number of KPOP stars arriving? I would expect there were a lot of stars and groups attending KCON who were as big if not even bigger than BTS at that point?

OMG lol, Suga looks tiny here, even compared to Jimin on his left!! And yup, Jungkook looks like he’s grown another inch. Lol at them trying to decide where they want to go now that they are back in America. RM and Jimin want to go to the beach as they didn’t get to go last time while the others either want to go to Disneyland or shopping. Beach it is.

They are so excitable, it’s adorable. It’s only been a few days since I finished American Hustle Life but I feel like I’ve been missing them and their positive energy for weeks. So Jimin grew up in Busan which is famous for its beaches but he only went to a beach there twice. I actually get it; I’ve only visited a handful of the ‘attractions’ in my hometown too. I don’t know the psychology behind it but there is a tendency for a lot of people to not go to the (tourist) attractions in their own town, especially if it’s not within walking distance. It sounds like Jimin might be quite far from the beach anyway if his house is surrounded by mountains lol.

Let’s see which team they all get put in. Aww look at them being all embarrassed about the ‘old’ pictures being used *crying with laughter emoji* So the image game is first and they have to pick who they think is the most popular member with the fans. Gosh it’s hard to make out who is who in those pictures. The quality isn’t great and they are styled in a way that I really can’t tell the difference between Suga, J-Hope, and Jin ☹… I feel so bad!! So their first question: who is the most childish? Ooooh it seems really close between Jin and Suga lol and they settle on Jin because he buys Mario toys! Interesting that they chose the eldest and not Jungkook or Jimin. Jin says he acts childish because he’s 23 and the youngest is 18 (Jungkook) and he wants to fit in. I never really thought about their age difference before. I’ve just googled Jin and Jungkook’s birthdays and there is actually less than 5 years difference. It may have felt like a big gap to them in their teens but it’ll be nothing once they are all in their 20s.

Next question: who it the band’s trickster? Unanimous it is Suga. Lol at Jimin complaining that Suga always sneaks away before the end of dinner so he doesn’t have to help clean up.

Who is the best duo in BTS?

Oooooooooooooh those be fighting words! Also, what do they mean by duo? Best collaborators? Best subunit on vocals? Best visual duo? Best friendship? I’m assuming best-friendship as they choose Jimin and V, The 1995 duo. Innnnnnnnnnnnnnnteresting. In all honesty, we haven’t been shown a lot concerning their friendship – not verbally. They hang around a lot and I remember during Rookie King remarking that Jimin and V gave off the most brotherly vibes – playfighting and teasing each other a lot. However, I also remember in Carpool Karaoke they said Jimin and V were the most likely to argue. Both of these are common sibling traits. Of course, maybe the verbal friendship happens off camera, which fair play to them, but we haven’t seen them having a deep conversation yet. Although this could be said for many other bonds too.

So the final teams are: A= J-Hope, Suga, RM and Jungkook. B (of the Leftovers as RM called them)= Jin, Jimin, and V

So they have missions to complete at Laguna Beach which includes taking a picture of someone with a camera, with someone holding a surfboard, and then teaching someone the BTS chant. Team B won and RM had to eat his words about calling Team B “the leftovers”.

WTH? RM!!!!!! What is he on in this episode lol? First calling Team B the leftovers and now saying Jimin always needs to be the centre of attention (which is kind of true but not in a bad way – like not a narcissistic d*ck kind of way but more a cute attention-starved way kind of way b). Then saying the mini surfboards that were the prizes were useless. He’s being brutal lmao! Aww they all got one in the end – although Jimin (quite rightly lol) didn’t want to give RM his.

Next we see all of them walking to the beach later in the day. They seem excited *so cute*. Jungkook has a camera around his neck – is our maknae a keen photographer? <3 That would make sense in relation to my observation from American Hustle Life about him enjoying being ‘behind the camera’ more than in front.

LOL at Jin saying he’d love to bring his girlfriend to the beach except he doesn’t have one and is sad. There was a moment there, as he was phrasing it, that I wondered if he had slipped and admitted he actually did have a girlfriend – which must suck as an idol if you can’t show/admit you have a significant other. 

LMAO at V in the background chasing the seagulls. I love animals and abhor unnecessary cruelty, don’t get me wrong, but imo gulls deserve a little harmless chasing after the amount of times they’ve aggressively tried to steal anything remotely resembling food out of my hands.

Aww, “Chim Chim” dipping his toes in the water. Was that Suga trying to push V into the surf LOL?

Aww Jimin really is the cutest – he’s so happy that he got to go to the beach <3<3

RM is so unsympathetic about his (and V’s and Jin’s) burning feet against the concrete though *crying with laughter emoji*. He’s really not playing on this trip lol.

Back on the bus and of course they are all hungry LMAO. Suga could eat a whole cow <3 As they are driving, V starts up a camcorder and reveals that some of the band are napping as they travel – which is possibly the cutest thing I’ve seen in weeks <3<3

WTF??? V?????? Is he really calling J-Hope’s leg sexy??? Which it is - don’t get me wrong but… V?! All the ‘yeahs’…. LMFAO

All you can eat Korean BBQ. Yum.

Jimin is so cute here <3

I did take note who was sitting next to whom. As they are all friends I don’t think they really care who they sit next to at the end of the day but they’ll probably subconsciously gravitate to the people who they are particularly close to. My main interest in this is that it’s probably one of the more real moments as it’s less likely to have been ‘dressed up’ for the camera. On one side of the table is Jimin, V, Jin, and Jungkook. On the other side of the table, RM is opposite Jimin, J-Hope next to him, and Suga after that. Does this say much? Well the 1995 Duo (Jimin and V) are sitting beside each other, which fits with their alleged tight friendship, and RM is opposite Jimin, which is nice despite his earlier teasing in the programme. They got on really quite well during American Hustle Life and it’s nice to see a tiny bit more evidence that it’s real and continuing. If RM was really irritated by Jimin’s antics then I would think he’d be sitting where Suga is or the seat beyond him. Interesting that Jungkook is next to Jin; we haven’t seen too much of this bond yet and we don’t really see them interact here. However, I like that we have seen it. In fact, I like how Jin is sitting amongst the youngest full stop. It fits in with how they all said earlier that he was the most childish despite being the oldest.

Look at these two adorable dorks!

KCON TIME

I love how they can amuse themselves with something as simple as a hairdryer

Or beatboxing. Or rapping

Sometimes I feel a little sorry for staff who must get exhausted after a long day with these bundles of energy. LMAO at Jimin and V trying to diss each other through freestyle rap. They really love to tease each other.

WTF…. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

Jungkook rapping; My name is Jungkook, I’m International Playboy

RM: That’s my boy!

ROFL, Jungkook, sweetie, I am assuming that is sarcasm because International Playboys do not run away from a woman just because they say hi into your camera (American Hustle Life).

Cute that they are all praising RM for his English freestyle rapping skills <3

Later on, after rehearsal, Jin has a camera and the band has a little project called Confession Camera.

Jin’s confession to Jimin was that he threw a pillow to wake him up when Jimin was snoring too loud. Hey, that’s a question, I wonder who in the band snores? Also, does it cause arguments? As they share dorms, it would be pretty brutal to be surrounded by loud snorers! Maybe they have a snorer’s dorm hehehe. Jimin’s confession to J-Hope is that he used his moisturiser as he had ran out of his own. J-Hope jokingly won’t forgive him. RM is then J-Hope’s person to confess to. LOL at RM teasing J-Hope that he doesn’t believe there is only one thing his bandmate needs to confess to him about. J-Hope just apologises for teasing him about his snoring. So that’s two snorers in the band lol. Would hate to share their dorms (says the person who snores themselves LOL).

LMAO at Suga confessing to himself in the mirror about having tortured his body preparing for the new album. I wonder why we didn’t get to see Jungkook and V’s “confessions”.

The band are feeling a touch of nerves before performing. This will be a big stage for them according to J-Hope. It’s a pretty cool stage though! And… of course BTS put on a great show.

Although the editing wasn’t great – I think their performance deserved longer air time in the ep – I mean it was building up to that. But hey ho, it is what it is.

Time to go home. It was nice to hear how they enjoyed their time in LA as they walked through the airport. RM sustained a little wound to his face? How??? Was that during the show??!

Cute Jimin stroking the back of Jungkook’s head as they are slowly moving through the queue. It’s those quiet, understated, instinctual, gestures which show how much the band cares for each other.

RM is so cute trying to get Eric Nam to fulfil his mission. It’s a tall ask to complimenet RM on his dance skills!!!!

All in all Go!BTS was a cute episode that was more about fun than of substance – not that there is anything wrong with that! Often all you want is to enjoy a programme without having to think too much. It’s always a joy to watch BTS simply enjoying themselves. Quite frankly I could do that all day. We didn’t learn anything new really except that V and Jimin seem to close friends and that Jimin grew up in Busan but only went to it’s famous beaches twice.

Next I will start watching their Youtube channel and see how they act behind the scenes and with little direction. I think we’ll get bit more sense of what their reality is. Obviously there’s a limit to that as well – everything they post will have to be approved and, probably, edited. I can’t wait!

[cole-saberhagen]

Final thoughts on the Umbara Flashpoint:

- Was pretty fun, writing was poor but I guess I’m starved for SWTOR content so literally anything new is fun lol

- My only regret is I didn’t catch up to the Umbara episode of Clone Wars that I’m working through watching, would have been more fun to visit. Though I’ll probably be just as excited to watch it and be like ‘I’ve been there, haha’

- Gave me some nice material for future shitposts!

- With the amount of time it took me to complete (because I was busy making shitposts), the traitor would have been halfway across the galaxy by then lmao

- If anyone is feeling down because of the content, I recommend watching the Yoda Seagulls video (for some reason I had that song in my head the whole time I was playing through the FP)

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 9x21: “King of the Damned”

THEN: Angel civil war.It is now Cas versus Metatron. Gadreel is working for Metatron. “Poughkepsie” is a Winchester code word; it means “drop everything and run”. The Winchesters have their reasons to hate Gadreel. Gadreel himself is starting to lose patience with Metatron. Abaddon, a Knight of Hell. She and Crowley have been competing for the throne to Hell. The First Blade can kill a Knight. You need the Mark of Cain to use the Blade. Hellhounds. Crowley’s addicted to human blood

Leith, Scotland. 1723.

Abaddon’s interfering with timelines. Wonderful.

RIP man. Killed by Abaddon.

“...and distracted her while another gull swooped in --”

“Oh, I can't tell you how great it feels to finally have a night off, right, guys?”

“Uh, this other seagull came --”

...awkward.

Should’ve kept your big mouth shut, buddy.

“These are dangerous times. You have to be careful what you say.” Really tho.

How does Cas keep getting bomb ass intros?!

Cas took a page from Bartholomew’s book. Cas’ setup looks like Bart’s, except bigger and better.

AWWW. HE WAS SO HAPPY TO HUG THEM.

“So this war between angels is really gonna happen, huh?” It’s been happening, Sam.

The lighting makes Dean’s eyes look black. It’s unsettling.

Cleveland, Ohio.

“So, here's the thing, boys and girls -- we have a crisis. Admittedly, a crisis of my own making. In my extended absence, where I handled sensitive matters of state, Abaddon made inroads into my following, creating chaos. So I look to you, my trusted advisors, to restore confidence, to soothe those jangled nerves.”

“The king is back, and the kingdom is once again on sound footing.”

Riveting speech, Crowley.

“You betrayed me? No one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with.” The word torture or a variation on the word torture was used 5 times in one sentence.

“Now, Crowley, let's talk turkey. I know you helped the Winchesters get their hands on the First Blade, yes? And I'm hearing that one of them also has the mark of Cain -- all bad news, since the Blade is the one thing that can bring about my --”

“Utter destruction.”

“To be indelicate. But here's the thing, pet -- same goes for you. And once I'm gone, who do you think's next on those cute boys' list? That's right. So let's get real. Join me in taking out the Winchesters and that ridiculous Blade, and then we'll deal with each other.”

Huh, didn’t Dick Roman pull a similar move?

“Gavin, honey, say hello to daddy.” Well, except for the “bringing the son back” thing.

Might want to interfere anytime and stop this torture, Crowley.

Bad cop/good cop this, nice.

OH wait, no. We’re going taunting cops.

“Buddy, the gates are sealed. No one can get in.”

“Who said anything about gates? You don't need gates when you have a private portal.”

“Right. If there was a doorway on earth, the angels would've sensed it.”

“Yeah, you can't hide something like that.”

“No.”

“You can if it moves around from place to place, if it's wherever the boss wants it to be.”

Played him like a gosh darn fiddle.

“You are not my father. My father was Fergus MacLeod, a simple tailor. A drunk, a monster.”

“Sounds about right.”

Pfft.

“A lot can change in 291 years.”

“Can you cook a pigeon on it?” lmao. I guess??

“Are we in heaven, then? You must be angels!” Oh nooo.

“You're a fan. Just 'cause you're hot for Metatron... ...or Bieber or Beckham... Just 'cause you know everything about them doesn't mean that you actually know them.”

“Or that they even know you exist.”

I feel personally attacked by this.

“Dim bulb. No wonder he got bumped.”

“Yeah. ‘Ground forces’? ‘Elite secret squad’? What's Metatron gearing up for?”

“I don't know -- why don't we shove somebody through the back door of heaven and find out. Oh, wait. No. It's portable and can't be found.”

Y’all still got a hefty amount of info. Good job on that.

“Not just any demon. I'm the king -- the king of Hell! And there you were, worried the old man wouldn't amount to much.”

lol

RIP Ezra.

“Okay. Well, I'm gonna say it. Maybe your operation's been hacked. You know, Metatron's got somebody on the inside.”

“I was sure everyone here was loyal. Finally united by a common cause.”

“Well, that's the problem. See, you don't think anybody's lying. I think everybody's lying. It's a gift.”

That’s a problem too.

“He didn't possess me completely -- more like we, uh... shared housing. I was still me.” I doubt Dean will have this exact experience. Well actually, he did have control when he went and killed Lucifer; after that, AU!Michael took over completely.

“Did you ever feel threatened?”

“No. More that he... wasn't at rest, l-like he had unfinished business. Now that we know more about him, I-I'd say he felt misunderstood.”

There’s the key.

"’Why do I hate you’?!”

“I mean, I beat you, starved you, came home drunk, beat you some more, woke up hungover, and, yeah, I beat you.”

Jeez.

“If you're a king... that would make me... Prince?”

“And you say I've never given you anything. A title!”

Pfft.

“And if I was to accept you as my father, you could keep me from eternally burning in hell? No matter my sins?”

“You're negotiating with me? That's my boy.”

Like father, like son.

Crowley didn’t tell Gavin about the sunken ship?

“You have a reputation for honor.” Well, that’s nice.

“In some circles. As for reputations, yours precedes you.” I don’t know if you should’ve started on that foot.

“I know you truly believe it's for the greater good, but you've placed your faith in the wrong master.” Cas recognized his own bad decisions in Gadreel. He’s trying to help him.

RIP 2 assassin angels. Killed by Cas.

RIP angel. Killed by another angel.

Dean’s still struggling with the Mark.

Oh dear.

First, retrieving the First Blade.

“Oh! Come on, Crowley! You really, uh, uh, have to hide the Blade in a corpse? Not -- not with a corpse but in a corpse?” Of course he did.

Hellhounds.

“Juliet? It's papa. Stand down. *She does.* You’re welcome.”

(Irrelevant-ish, but who controls the hellhounds now that Crowley is dead?)

Good lord, it’s been a while since I’ve been utterly disgusted by this show.

Look, we got the Blade.

“You do? Well, you need to get it here at once. Cleveland, Humboldt Hotel. Penthouse, of course. When you get here, I'll take you to Abaddon. I'll draw her out, and then you can skewer the ignorant hag. *To Abaddon* Just selling it.”

lmao, sure.

“Oh, and, Dean, you need to get a move on. It's a good day's drive from Poughkeepsie.” Using the code word...

“So, we good?”

“Yeah.”

Liar McLiarface.

“Nice. But here's the thing -- you've been plotting with those boys for some time now. When they get here, it'll be you, the Winchesters, the First Blade, and little, old me in one place. Now, I don't mind stiff odds, but ...let's be reasonable.“

*She shoots Crowley with a devil’s trap bullet.*

Abaddon was smart as hell.

“I never would have agreed to meet if I thought concealed assassins were going to try and attack you. I hope you know that.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Even though you and I are on opposite sides in this situation, I believe there must be honor, even in matters of war.”

Damn you, Gadreel. I like you so much.

“I want you to stay right where you are. Just give me reports on what Metatron is planning and when he will strike.”

“And the honor we were speaking of?”

“Obviously, Metatron has someone inside my camp. It's how he knew we were meeting. Just fighting fire with fire. Consider my offer.”  

Do it, Gadreel!!

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a sec. We should give this place a once-over before we go up there. Crowley said he thought he saw some demons headed down to the basement. He'd have checked it out himself, but if word got back to Abaddon that he'd been seen...”

“When did he say all this?”

“On the phone.”

Your pants should be on fire, you goddamn liar.

RIP demon. Killed by Dean.

Sam, the action’s somewhere else!!!

The lamp hitting Crowley is so unintentionally hilarious.

Abaddon’s laughing, but she’s also struggling like hell to fight Dean.

RIP Abaddon. Killed by Dean.

ALRIGHT BUDDY YOU CAN STOP NOW.

Dean’s hand is just covered in blood...

“You could at least -- aah! -- help me with this.”  

Out comes the bullet.

“You get that he's got to go back, right? To his own time?” Not for another 3 years.

“Can I at least say goodbye? I'll cheer the day when the last trace of humanity leaves me.”

lmao

Now Crowley tells Gavin about the failed voyage. “The ship went down? Well, that's a good fit with the rest of my life.”

“Goodbye, Gavin. Oh, uh... Don't go mentioning that whole ‘Prince of Hell’ thing. Doesn't play too well in most circles.” Ooohh. I’m just now remembering the actual Princes of Hell. Ha.

“I didn't tell you about the warning because I knew exactly what you would do. You would make sure that you were right alongside me going in that room.” Duh doy.

“I had to go it alone, Sammy.”

“Oh. Of course. So it was just another time where you had to protect me.”

I’m with Sam here.

“I'm starting to think the Blade is doing something else, too.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Demonizing you.

Do they not wear their seatbelts??

“No.”

Another single word that sent chills up my spine.