#look at pops. he's so proud of his gear. talking about it all like it's his offspring. Ah-DORABLE.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes Borland - x - STL Tones Collab

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Favorite Pet

Tease Me (2)

BDSM Preformer!Fem!Reader! X subby! Wanda

Summary: You find yourself alone in bed, but that's okay because you can smell breakfast

Warnings: None! Here you all go have some fluffy morning after loving.

Word Count: 1,570

A/N: I promise pt 3 is going to be full of smut once more, but I wanted to explore their morning after.

You woke up to the smell of bacon stretching out on your king sized bed. Your back is popping after a week of staying on Kate and Yelena’s couch. You fell asleep on the couch, right? Did Wanda move both of you in here?

You got up feeling cold from only wearing a tank top and shorts to bed, grabbing one of your throw blankets and making your way out to the kitchen to find Wanda there, swaying her hips to music as she made breakfast. You smirked and watched her for a moment before speaking up,

“Damn I could get used to this.” you startle her a bit with your voice, but she sees you smiling. You saw the blush on her face as you walked over, wrapping your arms around her waist and looking up.

“I tried waking you up earlier, but you refused so I figured I'd start making breakfast for you Mommy.” Her voice was so soft right now. You were an absolute menace to try and wake in the morning.

“You don't have to call me that outside of the club or the bedroom. Please just call me by my name.” you lean up on your tiptoes to kiss her.

“Are you sure? All my previous-” You cut her off before she can finish that sentence.

“Wanda. I'm sure.” you tell her putting emphasis on her name. “Outside those spaces you're Wanda and I'm Y/N. We are two people and not just our roles.” She simply nods and you kiss her again.

“Okay well Y/N I've made breakfast I hope you like bacon, eggs, and pancakes.” Wanda smiled and so did you.

“I love those things. I'll grab the juices and milk.” You untangled yourself from her grabbing out the pitchers for the two of you.

As the two of you sat and ate you talked about a lot of things and got to know each other better. Conversation with her seemed to flow easily between the two of you. You had never felt this way before. You were typically a guarded person especially after her though opening up didn’t even feel like you were. Instead it felt more like getting reacquainted with an old friend.

“So you have this place because of working at the club right?” Wanda asked looking around my spacious penthouse.

“Yeah Tasha helped me get it originally since it was close to the club and honestly I came from nothing. My parents were poor when I was a kid, but it was by choice. Neither of my parents wanted to work and didn't care that my brother and I were starving. I took care of my brother and raised him. He lived with me for a bit and still comes by, but he went off and became a businessman. He's climbed the ladder to almost being the CEO of the company he works for.” You’re reminded of just how different you and your brother turned out.

“You must be proud of him.” you smile, pushing around the little food left on your plate.

“I am. Sometimes I wonder if he feels the same about me.” You admit solemnly.

“I'm sure he understands that without you doing this he wouldn't have been able to be where he is. You paid for his college right?”

“Yeah through the fucking teeth…” you definitely didn't want to mention fucking the dean to get him in or lowering his tuition rates.

“Then I'm sure he understands. My brother on the other hand is just as bad as me. He creates, designs, and builds BDSM gear like beds and crosses and shit. He's really good at it and runs his own business with a couple of his buddies.” Wanda told you.

“Hmmm I'd love to meet him. I have a spare room I've always wanted to turn into a playroom.” Wanda blushed a scarlet red. You wanted to keep teasing her, but your phone was going off,

“Ughhhhhhhhh!” you picked it up quickly changing your tone, “Hi Tasha. You’re interrupting my breakfast so please make it quick.”

“Wow rude and here I thought you had a good night.” she responded, but you could tell she was smiling.

“Oh I did so good in fact it has continued into breakfast so again if you could make it quick.” I snip at her really not wanting to do this until later.

“Of course it has. Finally back on the horse I see. Well that’s good, anyways since you’re both there I expect to see you tonight.” you rolled your eyes.

“Of course you do. Were people asking for us?” you put the call on speaker.

“Of course they were. You two gave the best performance last night. You’re lucky I’m nice and let you keep all those tips. Most places would take some from you especially with how much you made last night.” you chuckled at her words. As tough as Tasha could be on you she was also soft; she knew you too good at this point.

“Well thank you Tasha for taking such good care of us. When will we be preforming tonight?”

“Opener and then a solo from each of you later in the night once aftercare is done let me know and we’ll work you in.” You could hear the sound of her typing in the background probably trying to figure out the schedule of performers for tonight.

“Okay Tasha. We’ll be there for 5.”

“Okay once your solos are done you’re free to go tonight because Friday I want you two to do multiple shows.” You groan a bit doing multiple shows was always hard for you. It takes a lot out of you to go from Dom to not to Dom again.

“Fine...” You replied reluctantly to your best friend. You knew she heard your tone, but chose not to call you out on it.

“Okay I’ll see you two tonight and I’m glad you found someone again Y/N/N.” You rolled your eyes. Trying to take the phone off speaker before Wanda could hear it.

“Yup kay bye.” You hung up, throwing your phone over onto the couch.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Wanda asked concerned.

“Nothing amor. I just get frustrated sometimes. It’s not that I don’t like this job because I do. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known it’s just difficult for me sometimes. I have to get into the right headspace. Also I’m not going to lie doing more than one show in a night can be exhausting and I want to make sure you have a good time. I’ve just never been good with multi show nights.” Wanda reached across the table, holding your hand,

“Everything is going to work out fine because this time you’ll have me.” She was smiling, biting her lip as her nose scrunched up.

“You are absolutely beautiful amor. I am so lucky...” You let your words trail off. All Wanda is, is my stage partner, nothing more, and you feel yourself curl into yourself ever so slightly as you retract your hand.

You see her searching your face as to why you pulled away, “Sorry did I do or say something wrong?” Wanda asked and you felt a pit in your stomach.

“No, no meu amor. I just get stuck in my own head. I’m sorry. I have a lot going on with myself and sometimes I’m my own worst enemy. If I ever start pulling away just pull me back harder please?” Wanda is speechless for a moment. “I-if you want to that is you don’t-“ Wanda pushes aside her plate and then your own, climbing on the dining room table and making her way into your lap.

“I’ll pull you so deep you’ll be drowning in me and forget all your problems.” Wanda husked against your lips, making you lean up, chasing her lips for a kiss as she keeps pulling back until you’re whining,

“Wands...” You were pouting and looking up at her, “Please?” She smirked and finally let you kiss her, melting against her as you sighed into it. You needed this, you needed her. You need her? How are you so deep already? How did she do this to you?

“Y/N/N?”

“Hmmm?” You let your eyes flit open and look up at her.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, never had a partner like you. Before last night I thought everything I’d experienced with a Dom was normal...I don’t think...no I know I don’t ever want to go back to that. I know it’s a little forward of me, but would you please continue to be my dom as well as a partner I can rely on?” You reached up and cupped her cheeks.

“If we’re being forward then I’d like to answer your question with a question. I would like to be those things and more so would you be my girlfriend?” You ask, feeling so nervous until she crashes her lips into yours, her hips rolling against you, moaning out at the feeling as you grab her hips.

“Yes. Yes I’d love that.” She husks out against your lips and this is a moment you want to remember forever, every part of it. The sound of her voice, the faint smell of breakfast, her vanilla perfume, the way her lips taste and feel against you, the pressure of her hips and your nails digging into them.

[fictionalmenxyn]

☼𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥☼

Pairing: Rafe x cargirl!reader

Warnings: language (mentioned once) inappropriate/suggestive talking, making out and Rafe slaps your ass once (also I haven’t got the best of car knowledge I know car model names but nothing to do with the insides of the cars 😭😭)

-–——-

You pulled up to the country club parking lot, parking you finally finished project. You held a proud smile to your face ever since you finished your car, so almost four hours. You got out of your car, taking a quick picture and sending it to Rafe with the caption ‘outside and waiting 😁’ he quickly replied ‘we’re on our way rn!’

Soon enough emerging from the entrance of the country club. Rafe, Topper and Kelce appeared. You jog over and practically leap into Rafe’s arms. He smiles and pecks your lips “hey baby, let’s check out this car.” You grabbed his hand and guided the three of them over to your newly modified Toyota GT86. It was hardly feminine compared to your friend’s cars. But you didn’t car. You were into cars since you were a child. Your father/mother took you to car shows as much as possible. Also taking you to nascar and drag races whenever they were near enough to drive or fly a short flight.

You were forever grateful for the money you and your family had. Being able to modify a car costed a lot. But you could afford it and not have damaged wallets.

You motioned to the car “her she is!” Kelce let out a low whistle “Damn, Y/n, nice whip you go here” Kelce ran his hand over the hood.

Your car was eye candy to them. A stone grey Toyota GT86. Small but sleek spoiler on the back. A nice sounding exhaust on the back. The interior had LED inside, along with a small screen to use for music and other things. The black leather seats all new and fresh.

Rafe spoke “sweet car, baby” you smile “thanks, take a look inside, then you can pop the hood and take a look at my work.” You smiled proudly. Rafe opened the car door and sat in the drivers seat. He twisted the keys in the ignition and you all heard the engine come to life. The exhaust roars and crackles then muffles. The boys were ecstatic. Topper sat in the passenger seat as Kelce leaned over and looked inside the car “gotta say, Y/n, this look amazing since I last saw it.”

You laughed “maybe it’s because the last time you saw it, it was gutted out and completely bare??” He smirked “fair point, but still… looks great now.”

Rafe reached under the steering wheel and pulled the small lever to pop the hood. You smile and stuck your small fingers under the hood and lifted it up; putting the stand under the hook.

The boys all walked around and stood next to you, looking at the insides of the car. “Jesus, Y/n, got some gear in here, eh?” You smiled at Topper’s comment. “Only the best of the best, you know how I am with cars.”

Rafe put his hand on your hip as he leaned over and took a closer look “damn, babe, you got some serious engine right here.” You nodded “thanks, that took the longest, my dad and I took like… one hour? Just to get the engine in.” Topper let out a low whistle.

Rafe walked over to the back and open one of the back doors and looked at the backseats. Kelce grinned “what you looking for? Room to fu-” “shut up Kelce!” You smirked at Rafe’s quick interjection.

You hung out with the guys at the country club after they took a look at your car.

And yes the boys did ask for a ride home, and yes, you did let them.

You got into the drivers seat and buckled up. You turn the keys in the ignition and the car roared to life once again. Rafe sat in the passenger, Top and Kelce sat in the back. You put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. Rafe leaned back into the leather seat and sighed. He turned his head to look at you as you kept your eyes in the road.

He thought it was so hot, his girl, driving a modified sporty car. Not some pretty little fiat 500 like most girls your age does. He liked that about you, you wouldn’t expect it from him. But he loved it about you.

Seeing you behind the wheel, looking smaller than you would in a fiat 500. He was also grateful that you had knowledge of cars. His legs would’ve been crushed every time in your car if you liked smaller cars.

He smirked “hey, y/n/n? You still staying over tonight?” You nodded as you stopped at the red light “yeah, why?” “Can we go on a late night dr-” “yep” he smiled to himself as he turned to look out the windshield.

Topper and Kelce talked with you as you continued to drive. You eventually dropped both of the guys off, leaving you and Rafe alone.

The car was in a comfortable silence, Rafe’s hand was on your thigh the whole car ride. His cold rings against your hot tan skin as you wore your shorts. He grinned to himself. You could see him in the corner of your eye “babe? Why’re you smiling like that?”

“Just thinking of ways to break in the car”

You rolled your eyes knowing his head was way too far in the gutter as he had been smiling to himself for more than five minutes.

“You seriously wanna do it in here? Your truck is bigger.”

“So? It’s cooler in here.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Am I laughing, princess?”

You saw him lean forward in his seat and tapped his fingers against the small screen on your dashboard. You raised an eyebrow when you saw him put google maps up. “What’re you doing?”

“Just drive there, it’s our spot…”

“You better pay for McDonald’s if you make a mess in my new car…”

“Oh I’ll buy whatever you want, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, but still drove to your spot. You parked up, Rafe wasted no time. He crashed his lips into yours as if he hadn’t seen you in months, even if it’s only been a few hours. Both of your lips moved in sync. Rafe was quickly asking for entry when he slid his tongue against your bottom lip, you accepted. His hands were quick to grab at your clothes and remove them, he grinned “backseat, baby, c’mon..” as you leaned on the console to climb into the back. You felt a sharp sting as Rafe connected his hand to your ass cheek. The things that boy made you feel… HMM…

Yep, you broke in your new car…

And yes, he did buy you both food after. Then had another round in his room later that evening… the man had needs. Like always… he had your eyes rolling… for both reasons…

Have a good day/night all! 🫶

[notroosterbradshaw]

Oh thank you for the compliment :) i'm sure you could do it justice but maybe we could get some generic hangman fluff maybe with them at the beach and he looks out for her by putting sunblock on her and making sure she's eats lunch and stays hydrated and he's teasing her and being very playful with her? Thanks



Okie doke, you get your Hangman on the beach, nonny. I hope you enjoy! Hangman fluff awaits. Dagger Squad future fic.

You liked this new tradition you were able to share with Jake. Each year, around the same time depending on deployments, family commitments, you know the normal life stuff, Dagger Squad came from far and wide to try and get back to the beach for their annual defensive football game and bonfire. Mid-afternoon, the egos start running their mouths about which team will win, and what the stakes are (and the winners and partners always enjoyed the 200 push-ups for the losers and Fanboy's sigh at wishing he never mentioned it).

"Right here, baby?" Jake asked quietly, saying a quiet hello to Bob's partner and burgeoning baby belly and Penny. His warm palm skimming the skin between your ripped jeans shorts and his old Foreigner tee you'd knotted in the back to make work. He nuzzled your neck as he dropped the cooler and whipped off his shirt. He hadn't buttoned it so what difference did it mean as he slid out of his flip flops and put all his gear into a pile and into the beach bag.

Some regiments he just couldn't shake, and neatness was one of them. So was the gym. You would love him endlessly anyway, but he was proud of his body and worked hard on maintaining it as he got older. You were proud he was proud he took such good care of himself and you reaped the benefits.

Ha gave you some space as he unfolded the blanket and flicked it out onto the warm sand as Harvard and Yale approached him and within seconds, they were talking about recent deployments, new kit, and manoeuvres. You were as supportive as you could be with things you'd rather be kept in the dark over. Jake respected that. He knew what he did terrifed you but the boys just understood it better than you ever could. You were absolutely not offended.

You tossed some bits and pieces on the blanket, camera, snacks, and sunscreen. "Ooh," Jake smirked, popping to pick up the sunscreen. "May I?" he asked eagerly.

"May I?" you repeated, biting back your grin. "Aren't you proper today?"

"I would hate for you to be burnt. It's a skin trauma, baby," he protested as you took your sunnies off and glared at him. "And I wanna feel you up. Sue me," he shrugged, his true personality shining through.

"Well, aren't you sweet?" you roughly patted his cheek and the masochist in him loved the lack of caress in your touch. He adjusted his jaw appreciatively. "Okay, Jake. Just to avoid the trauma."

"Your skin is your biggest organ," he reminded you, watching you lift the shirt over your shoulders, licking his lips at the additional skin you'd been keeping under wraps. "Not mine..." he muttered cheekily.

"Jake, knock it off," you laughed as he grinned wide, turning you away from him. You wouldn't complain about the extra touch and affection that lasted a good five minutes, you we melting under his light touch. He kissed the nape of your neck in finality. "I'm good?" you asked quietly.

"You're very, very good," he growled playfully swatting your butt.

You gave him space and sat on the beach blanket, sunnies back on, and Jake plopped your hat on your head. "Thank you."

"Here ya go, sweetheart," Jake handed you your water bottle. "Gettin' hot out here," he grinned. He thrived in hot weather. You smiled against his lips as he laid a gentle kiss on you. "You wanna play?" he could hear the catcalling and jeering for Jake to toss the ball around.

"Would rather put knitting needles in my eyes. Only here to watch the bodies," you joked... kind of.

"You just mean mine, right?" he asked, a mix of unsurity and arrogance as you laughed.

"Yes, Jake. Only yours. Go have fun," you reassured him, taking a seat and a cool slug from your water bottle as he stood over you and squatted to give you another sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you're here, sweetheart. I'm happy as this group gets bigger that you're here with me and you get to meet the people I trust more than my own family."

You cupped his jaw. "They are your family. They are our family, baby. You big softie."

Warm in the sun, but you noticed his ears flush and duck his eyes. "Don't tell anyone or my reputation will be shattered," he teased as you both laughed loudly, and his heart swelled to bring that smile to your beautiful face. "Gimme some lovin' before I go and kick these preppy asses," he smiled against your lips and kissed you deeply. "Another," he demanded. "You're so sweet, I can't handle it," his nose nuzzled against yours.

You knew his friends were mocking him behind his back but you were very confident he didn't change his behaviour around his friends and was comfortable enough to lay some love on you and you were very aware of Penny's stare... and jaw-dropping.

"Jake, Jesus!" you hear Coyote holler.

"Your bestie is pissed," you told Jake as he looked back over his shoulder and gave the team a selective one-finger salute. "Go, before they think it's me keeping you here. And not your that's horribly whipped."

"I'm whipped," he admitted and stretched, this incredible body flexing in all the right places, the golden sun making the beads of sweat his flawless skin glisten. Jesus, he was just so sexy. "I freely admit it."

"Go," you scooted him as his persona changed and Hangman arrived.

"All right, all right, all right, who is ready for some football?" he boomed, drifting over to his friends. It got rough and competitive, sweaty and slippery pretty quickly and you got closer a while later to take some polaroids as the sun set for shits and giggles later tonight to hand out. You had a pleasant afternoon as more friends and family joined you and kept you busy.

As the game was called and losers paid their penance in the form of push-ups, you watched Jake and Rooster put together the bonfire, the part you were most excited for. Yes, Jake Seresin was hotter, if possible, in most light, but the way the flames flickered over his face as you chatted with Natasha and he kept his arm around your shoulder, under the pretence of keeping you warmed before the roaring fire.

"You hungry, babydoll?" he murmured in your ear, the barbecue well and truly cranked and the smells driving your tummy into overdrive. "Beer?"

"Yes to both, please?" you asked and he nodded, kissing you tenderly before leaving you with Natasha. She shook her head in disbelief.

"Who is that guy and what did he do with Bagman?" she asked, astonished. You grinned. "That is a man in love."

[kyushiblast]

[Slam the table]

Your honor, I'd like a Grusha x reader (send help, I love this man so much) with a side of hurt and comfort where reader has always been with him during his prime snowboarding days, and even after the incident they just refuse to leave him. Stay until the very end, let's go.

⤷ 〝 by your side. 〞

➞ pairing : grusha x gn! reader

➞ summary : hurt & comfort with your favorite snowboarder.

➞ genre : hurt to comfort / fluff.

➞ cw / other : mentions of injuries

➞ a/n : thanks for the request! ~ glimpsed over for a proofread

life is indecisive at times. you can be riding high and easy, ready to overcome anything. but then it can send a hurdle too tall for you to climb over, and all of a sudden you’re toppling down from your proud stance.

before the incident, he’d been overconfident. so sure about everything, that it’d be fine and he could rest in the fact that he was the best. but overconfidence and immaturity often lead to dark roads, and that’s where he’d parked until the fatal day.

watching him race down the slopes, you could appreciate his abilities and could easily understand why he’d be so proud of his talents.

but no one’s invulnerable to the harsh conditions of the mountains.

your heart sank as you shouted from afar, his body lying still in the snow. some of his gear had landed elsewhere, while he himself was escorted onto an ambulance.

you’d hopped over the safety barriers and carefully slid down the snow, your boots acting as well enough stabilizers to arrive at the scene.

it wasn’t pretty. and yet, you found yourself grasping his hand the whole ride to the hospital. his bruised, damaged hand.

and stifling back tears as best you could, you simply wished for one thing: for him to stay alive.

it wasn’t till grusha woke up in a bed in an operating room that he felt regret.

the door creaked open, your head popping in. rushing in, you held back the urge to jump into his arms and squeeze him tightly.

the doctor followed you in, shutting the door with a light push.

you both sat on the chairs near the bed, you brushing your fingers over grusha’s hand. he weakly entwined his fingers with yours.

the doctor began listing all grusha’s injuries, including the talk about recovery periods and check ups as well as the topic of exercising and what things to do and not to do.

one question buzzed at the top of your tongue. you knew the answer, but wanted to hear him confirm it.

“will grusha be able to go back to snowboarding?”

the doctor sighed, as if worried one of you would inquire about the subject. you noticed grusha shifting his head away from your gaze.

“it’d be too much stress on your body right now, especially with the moves you’re usually equipped to do,” the doctor said, standing up from his seat. “that’s how i'll put it. i advise against it, unless you want to put your body in more risk.”

after some subsequent words passed, the doctor left, leaving you and grusha alone.

you held both his hands now in between yours. the air was heavy as you just stared at grusha’s eyes beginning to water up, his eyelids doing their best to blink the tears away.

“it’ll be okay...” you tried to reassure.

he shook his head. “no, it won’t!” he snapped back without thought.

you sunk your head, your chest feeling heavier than before.

“…sorry.” you muttered out of impulse. “if…if you want, i can leave…give you some space.”

grusha’s mind filled with more guilt. you’d just been trying to make him feel at least a bit better, and he’d practically yelled back at you in response.

“no, no. i’m sorry, please stay. i just—this is too much for me right now.” he looked down, his eyes shutting. “just a few hours ago, i was ready to win a championship. now…i’m being told i can’t continue professional snowboarding ever again—how am i supposed to move on from this?”

you awkwardly hugged him, careful not to put too much pressure on and hurt him. in the silence, you whispered, “no matter what happens, i’ll always be here, okay?”

he finally let some tears escape, doing his best to hold you despite his aching muscles screaming at him to stop moving.

grusha took a deep breath. “…i don’t deserve you, a-at all. you should leave me and find someone better—”

“don’t. i’m not leaving you, you’re already the best for me,” some tears began trickling down your face as well, your sleeve quickly wiping them away. “…no matter what, we’re going to get through this together.”

“i love you,” grusha’s voice was small, his head burying into your shoulder.

“i love you too,” you couldn’t help a small laugh leave your mouth at his unusual vulnerability. “and that’ll never change.”

when he was discharged from the hospital, you’d temporarily moved into his place. and true to your word, you’d stayed.

stayed with him despite his growing, cold attitude to others. stayed despite his seemingly dramatic and endless mood swings. and soon enough, your fifth anniversary of dating came by.

grusha was positioned sitting on the couch, not doing much. just sitting and half listening to the tv’s buzz. you’d noticed and sat next to him.

“deep in thought?” you asked, his concentrated face worrying you a tad.

“ah…don’t worry, it’s...” he trailed off.

“it’s…?”

“something. just don’t worry about me.” he fiddled with the nearby blanket. “actually…can you go with me somewhere?”

you smiled at his quick decisions, getting up from the couch to bundle up.

after mirroring your actions, grusha opened the door letting the chilly breeze waft through the house.

“okay…let’s go before it gets too dark.”

the snow was freshly fallen, your footsteps as well as grusha’s marking the path behind.

the destination was best described as beautiful, as if the area around were glistening due to the snowflakes falling.

a small lake flowed next to the clearing, its water sporting a crystalline look despite it all just being liquid.

but nothing, nothing could be more beautiful to you in that moment besides the action of grusha getting on one knee and proposing right there and then.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

[roxygen22]

Still Here (Chapter 6)

Summary: Dinner with Timothée reveals feelings.

"There is something I want to show you."

It was Friday, so your curiosity over his words could finally be sated. Timothée was due to pick you up about 6 o'clock so the two of you could go out for dinner in the closest city of any appreciable size, Hartley. Unsure of where exactly where you were going, you opted for a cute blouse, jeans, and cowboy boots.

Madison was cozy on the couch with her grandparents with a bowl of popcorn in her lap when you walked out of your room. She had convinced them to watch the new Wonka movie with her while you were away. You hugged them all and kissed Madison on the head.

"Be good, do as you're told, and remember to brush your teeth."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Mom."

"Love you!" you called back to her as you grabbed your things and walked to the door. Right as you looked out the window, you saw Timothée's blue truck pull up. You locked the door and skipped down the steps. It felt like you were in high school all over again. You were all smiles as you walked quickly to the passenger side.

"Hi!" you said cheerily as you climbed in.

Timothée looked up and down at your outfit. "Howdy," he replied through a grin.

"Hey now, I can get right back out of this truck if you're going to make fun of me," you sassed.

He held up his hands to feign surrender. "No, no. It's a good look! I swear!"

You playfully popped him on the arm. "So where are we going?"

He put the truck in gear and moved along. "There is an Italian restaurant I love to visit when I'm in town. Thought we could go there."

"And?"

"And what?" He clamped down his lips to prevent himself from smiling.

"There was something you wanted to show me. Surely it wasn't an Italian restaurant."

"Oh yeah, that. Yes, definitely that, too," he said with an exaggerated nod.

"What is it?!"

"You'll have to wait about..." He looked over at the truck's clock. "30 minutes to find out. We'll stop there before dinner so you can actually enjoy the food instead of wonder."

Timothée drove through Hartley's downtown square, pulled up in front of a closed shop, and turned off the truck. "We're here!" he said excitedly.

You looked around. "Ooo...kay. Where is 'here'?"

"Well, come on, get out of the truck."

"But Timothée, everything on this street is already closed for the night."

He held up a key. "Yep!"

He walked to a storefront and opened it up. You followed him through the door. "Wait here," he instructed. He walked to the back and flipped on the lights. You found yourself surrounded by the most beautiful wooden furniture you had ever laid eyes on.

"Welcome to my store."

"Yours. This is yours?" You spun around to take it all in.

"Yes. I made all of this."

"You what? Oh, wow. Mr. McDowell from wood shop would be so proud."

Timothée chuckled. "He was, actually. Bought a chair for his deck before he passed. Your mother bought a piece, too."

"She did?" You went through a mental list of all the furniture in the house as you walked through the showroom. "The porch swing?"

"Yep."

"I love that swing. Even more so now." You fingers gingerly grazed the handcrafted dining table next to you. "It's beautiful."

"Yes," Timothée said, not looking at the table, but at you. He cleared his throat when you turned and made eye contact. "Thank you."

"Where did you learn how to do this? Let me guess, another hobby you took up after you came back from Texas?" you inquired.

He shrugged. "Something like that. I needed to keep my hands busy. I turned the barn on my parents' land into my shop, and I sell out here. More traffic."

"What took you to Texas, anyway?"

Timothée's stomach growled. "Maybe we should discuss over dinner."

You stifled a giggle. "Fair enough. But don't think you are getting out of talking about yourself that easily."

The two of you loaded back up in the truck and drove a couple of blocks away to the Italian restaurant Timothée raved about. After you were seated on the patio and placed your orders, you set your chin in your hand and stared at him.

"Now spill." You grinned and waggled your eyebrows.

Timothée smiled. "Where should I start?"

"Well, the last I time I saw you before running into you at the grocery store was graduation. How about there?"

"As you know, I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to do. I hadn't made any plans for college, so I continued working at the hardware store for a while. That got boring. Sure as hell didn't want to do that for the rest of my life. So I started taking some auto mechanic classes at the vocational school here in Hartley."

"Is that where you learned to fix up the truck?"

"Yep. But that didn't seem like the right path, either. I felt...lost. Like I said the other day, once I got over the hurt of you leaving, I began to understand that you had the right idea all along. I even seriously considered giving you a call to see if your invitation still stood, but by the time I worked up the nerve, I learned from your mother that you were getting married. I didn't want to mess that up for you."

He paused when the server came by with the food. You both thanked her and took up your utensils. You couldn't believe what you had just heard. He considered coming all the way out to California. For me.

"What happened then?"

Timothée continued his story between bites. "Well, I figured I shouldn't waste the momentum to leave this place, so I just got in the truck in left. I held down some odd and end jobs, camped out in state parks or hotels until I got to the oil fields in Texas. Found a steady job and set myself up pretty well there for a few years until Mom died. I came back to help my dad keep up with the land and the house. He's not in great health, either."

"I'm so sorry, Timmy."

He paused, fork mid-air. "You haven't called me that in ages."

"Oh, sorr-"

"No, don't be. I- I've missed it." He half-smiled.

You blushed, dropped your eyes to your plate, and cleared your throat. "Any...significant others along the way?"

"I was engaged for a bit when I was in Texas. She was a nice girl, but I broke it off because it just didn't feel right. That was right before Mom passed. Since then, between work and taking care of my dad, I haven't had much time for, uh, exploring."

"You two ready for dessert?" the server asked as she came back around.

Timothée looked from the server to you. "The tiramisu here is amazing! Want to split one? Dessert's on me."

"That sounds divine."

With the previous candor interrupted, the two of you idly chatted while you waited for dessert. You asked after some of your high school classmates. He asked you about college life in California. Timothée offered you the first bite of the tiramisu when the server dropped it off.

"Oh, wow - that IS amazing!" You covered your mouth with your hand so as to not reveal the half-chewed cake.

Timothée chuckled. "Told you," he bragged as he popped a bite into his own mouth. You continued to take turns taking slivers of the cake until it disappeared.

You leaned back in your chair. "Mmm. That was so good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

You settled the tab for the food, and he did so for the dessert. You left the restaurant and slowly ambled side by side back to the truck.

"Timmy?" You stopped short on the sidewalk in front of the truck, forcing him to turn back to look at you. "Thank you for making this whole...situation...more bearable. I can't imagine how lonely I would be right now if I hadn't bumped into you at the store."

Timothée stepped closer to you. He brushed a hair behind your ear that had been loosened by the wind. Your heart hammered at his touch and you felt heat flush your cheeks. He nudged your chin with his index finger so he could look you in the eyes.

"I should have followed you when you asked me."

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Chapter 7

Masterlist

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[agentoffangirling]

I feel like we need to discuss how creators' respect for a character influences the project they're doing

If you don't know what I'm talking about, I don't blame you, I had no idea how to word that, but you'll get it in a sec. Let's take a look at both "WandaVision" and "Loki"

See, when Marvel started production on WandaVision and brought in Jac Shaeffer and Matt Shakman and all those people, it was very clear that there was a singular goal among the team: how can we depict Wanda Maximoff well? How can we treat her character with dignity and grace? How can we discuss her psyche in a respectful manner? And everyone delievered

Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany gave downright beautiful performances, the supporting cast played their role well. The writers did research on Scarlet Witch's character and her comics, everyone fully understood what type of project this was and they used it to its full potential. I'm no fan of Olsen for numerous reasons, I'm not even a big Wanda Maximoff fan. But I can fully admit that "WandaVision" is a stellar story, and every person on the team poured their heart into it

And hey, let's also look at the promotions for this show. When Schaeffer and others were interviewed, in no moment did they mock Wanda's character or what she goes through in the series. They treated her very similarly to how they treated her on the show, discussing the deeper parts of her character with an obvious interest. They like Wanda. They want the best for her. They want to make a story Wanda would be proud of

But now to "Loki". I've said my pieces on the Loki series too many times to count, so I will keep this brief. From the very beginning we know that Waldron was not interested in developing "Loki", only to develop his original script (which is pretty shitty anyway). He wanted to make a time-travel, sci-fi, romance type story, and Loki was the character he was saddled with

Now, this doesn't mean that he still couldn't develop his script, in fact he did, and I could think of dozens of ways that type of story could work with Loki. There's a lot of potential there. But Waldron never cared. He never cared to develop Loki. He never cared to examine his character past pop culture. He never cared to make Loki fans happy, only himself

Look at the promos he gives! He refers to Loki as a "little shit" multiple times, talks all about how they're taking him in a different direction (aka completely tearing down his character), it is so obvious he just wanted to fulfill his own personal fantasies. At least Kate Herron treats the subject material with some ounce of respect; Waldron proudly proclaims he's never seen it

And to quickly switch gears here, it's very similar to Kevin Feige vs Brad Winderbaum's view on "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." Where Feige dismisses it, giving it general statements and never hinting at a possible future, Winderbaum speaks of it with a clear love of the series. He's all but admitted that he wants the characters back in the MCU, and if someone like him is heading that, I just might trust him with it. Feige is Waldron. Winderbaum is Schaeffer

In the end, it all just makes me wonder, why didn't Loki fans get their WandaVision? Why did we get the creator who puts down his characters? Why did we get the story that only existed to introduce a multiverse? Why did we get the short stick?

Loki fans deserve a WandaVision. After a literal decade of waiting for a solo project, we should've gotten the respectful, genuine creator. Pretty much every other character got it-- why not us?

[the-whispers-of-death]

rich reader overhears Kali jokingly asking about the new tech for the squad and reader uses his big boy money to get them stuff that most government backed armies don't even have like im talking things that aren't even out to the (military) public. reader pulls some hella strings just so Sarabi and his gang have the best things and he's just standing there showing the stuff like a proud cat bringing its prey to its owner or a bird trying to impress a mate

Kali stared in shock at the influx of new, not yet out, tech that The Lions got from Sarabi's boyfriend. He was just complaining about needing new military vehicles a few days ago and now they had new vehicles and military gear that will make the other Shadows look on the squad with envy.

"I'm surprised Sarabi managed to pull a rich man," Nala murmured as he stood next to Kali. He chuckled and gently pushed his captain's mouth closed by moving Kali's chin up. "I suppose it's a good thing, though. I've never seen him so happy before."

Simba, Kali, and Kali looked to where Sarabi and you were standing next to the new tech with Commander Graves. Sarabi's face was covered by his balaclava and lioness mask as always, but his body language said it all. He was melting and preening underneath your attention.

Simba was gobsmacked to see his lieutenant act like this. "I always thought the man only had two sides to him: the grump and the smug bastard. I've never seen him so... lovesick," he remarked in awe.

Kali snapped out of his bewilderment to gently smack the back of Simba's head. "Hush. Sarabi's happy, and that's all that matters." He frowned beneath his neck gaiter and half-blue, half-black mask. "I can't believe no one knew his and Kevin's marriage wasn't as happy as they made it seem."

"Hey, none of that matters now," Nala said, lifting up on his toes to wrap an arm around Kali's shoulder. "As you said, he's happy and that's all that matters."

The three men looked back at you and Sarabi. Sarabi was properly thanking you with kissing your knuckles, you smiling at him. He was glowing.

"Yeah, that's all matters," Simba repeated.

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Set me free. A battle cry.

I still think it’s too soon for me to be voicing my thoughts on Set Me Free Pt. 2 but there’s so much going on in my head I have to let some of it out. I’m not an expert on music, the writing or production of it, or on choreography, or on K-pop. What I am is an appreciator and observer of art. And I attempt to express in words my emotions and thoughts while viewing the art. 

First of all... OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Now that I got that out of the way, I want to say I am so proud of Jimin: #1 on U.S. iTunes with all those other releases happening at the same time. And #1 Trending Now on YouTube. Also I think I saw fastest 100 #1′s on iTunes globally EVER (thank you for correcting me). But I know these charts are not the motivation behind his art.

So it begins with some angst with dramatic choir vocals... building up to a crescendo. The music includes a siren-like sound... things are getting critical. The dancers writhing and mimicking screams, invoking chaos, turmoil, pain and anguish.

And then Jimin appears suddenly and the dancers at once jump into order... chaos/order. 

It’s like Jimin’s own psyche with the two sides fighting within. 

The choreo tells the story of the lyrics: “I wandered in a maze, Hennessy and night.” On a path searching for the prize/end and especially these past few years, living a life full of luxury. We know Jimin is a night owl (maybe that is too literal of an interpretation perhaps). 

The autotune vocals add texture and are reminiscent of different voices talking in his head. It’s like using his own voice to role play his different emotions/colors within him: “Finally free; AH YEAH, AH YEAH; I’m standing at the edge; NOT YET, NOT YET; I won’t look back; NOW YEAH, NOW YEAH; fly away, butterfly, finally free” ... 

The choreo here where he mimics a butterfly with his body, fluid and lithe. I literally expected him to levitate during this dance move. 

“Going insane to stay sane. Raise your hands for the past me. Now set me free.” This is where I literally cried. Oh, Jimin.  

The dancers representing the world around him... at the same time are the confines of his vocation as well as his comrades... part of the constriction and also his saviors. His freedom as well as his box. Chaos and order.

At 1:52 the scene goes dark and one of the dancers reaches over to Jimin’s torso and I am assuming at some point, we will see this is deliberate for a reason. When the lights come back up they are a different color, colder, Jimin’s torso is bare with the words of the poem marching across his body in very straight orderly lines (needless to say, my jaw hit the floor).

It is as if the color of the light represents both sides. Hot chaos. Cold order. I think this part of the song is his inner turmoil. It has a different voice. Very angry. Very aggressive. Nothing like the Jimin we’ve known up until now.

The dancers pointing at him, his naysayers. That’s right Jimin, tell them to fuck off. He’s played by the rules up until now. It’s his turn to flip the table and upend what we’ve known. And wow, he succeeded.

The dancers lifting their fists and arms as if in triumph.

Jimin letting himself be offered up to the sky...the lifting and reaching for the sky/heaven.. higher and higher...  

The resurrection of New Jimin at the end. The direct defiant stare at us. With his back to us. What is he saying? He’s moving on? Are we following? We better get our fighting gear on and go. 

The visuals, his attitude. So many elements: the numerology, the golden spiral (fibonacci sequence), the set mimicking the panopticon. A prison. Caged like a beautiful bird. A place he entered of his own free will but ended up being a place where he was put on display to be criticized and judged for not being what everyone thinks he should be. 

Knowing some of Jimin‘s history, knowing a little bit about his personality and seeing how all of this has come together in this piece of art he’s created just makes me appreciate him even more as the deep thinker he is, a highly talented artist, singer, and dancer, and especially a deeply feeling human being. 

I don’t ever recall anything like this making me overcome with shock or being moved to tears or being made to feel so many different things in the span of three minutes and forty-four seconds as I did last night. 

The nature of art itself is to draw out your emotions. To move you. I was moved.

I am 100% certain on each subsequent time I listen to this song or watch the music video there will be something that will elicit something else within me and inspire another different thought or feeling.

And I know it could be because Jimin‘s solo work was so highly anticipated, so talked about and we didn’t know what to expect. We know he’s been working on it for well over a year and finally seeing the climax of it all, or at least the beginning of the climax, was very overwhelming to me. I mean, promo starts for Like Crazy tomorrow. LET US BREATHE! NO! BRING IT ON!

[jjtheresidentbaby]

I can’t get over little ant and cg spider can u do the prompt of why stress balls became banned! 💗😭

˚. ❝₊˚ stress balls ❞ ˚₊·

» ant vaughn x spider white

» a/n: does ant not having any little gear & quinni knowing about his regression directly contradict my cg!malakai & cg!spider & little!ant fic? yes. am i going to try and change it to make sense? nope

» warnings: pet names, talk of teethers/pacifers/chewlery

“Bud we can’t keep doing this.” Spider sighs as he wipes at the weird goopy substance on Ant’s face, the brunette avoiding Spider’s eyes as he knows he did the one thing he was asked not to. He bit into the stress ball Quinni got him. And it popped, just like last time, and the time before that, and before that.

“S’nice to chew on.” An unimpressed look gets shot Ant’s way and he quickly drops his head back down, only to be caught by Spider’s hand on his cheek again.

“I know you like chewing on things but remember the conversation we had about what was acceptable to chew on and what wasn’t? You know stress balls fall under the not chewable list.” It’s actually a conversation they’ve had multiple times for multiple items.

At first it was his hoodie strings, while not harmful, it was leading to the strings becoming frayed and loose string getting stuck on Ant’s tongue; then it was the stress balls he kept popping and getting those jelly-like balls all over the floor so Spider switched the kinds of stress balls he was buying, only it didn’t help much and they found themselves with the same issue. There’s a list of other items Spencer can’t remember that Ant’s been known to chew on, he puts everything in his mouth.

“Sorry Spi.” A small sigh leaves Spider as he shakes his head and brushes his thumb at Ant’s cheek.

“I know buddy, it’s okay. But no more stress balls, they’re officially banned.” It’s hard for Spider to put such a harsh boundary up when it comes to Ant’s regression- he always worries he’s crossing the line- but this is for Ant’s health, if he ingests whatever is inside the stress balls it could lead to serious problems and that is the last thing Spider wants.

“But Spencer!” It’s drawn out in that whiny tone Ant knows Spider won’t let slide, he fixes Ant with a raised brow expression and the latter clicks his mouth closed in seconds.

“I’ll let Quinni know and she can help me find something more suitable for you to chew on, k?” The want to argue is clear as day on Ant’s face but he nods, knowing if he argues he’ll only make things worse and risk getting punishment.

“Like those necklaces she wears?” It’s something Spider’s brought up more than once but Ant was always avidly against, for reasons unknown to Spider. But chewlery is a good solution for Ant’s constant urge to gnaw on things.

“Mm if you want, we can get teethers too, or a pacifier.” The last bit is added a little hesitantly, Ant’s cheeks instantly burn red and he drops his head again.

“You know I’ll get you whatever you need.” He’s already splurged on a Disney+ account and a bucket of random toys for Ant to use while small.

“…teethers might be nice.” A smile spreads over Spider’s face as he nods along, leaning to press a kiss to Ant’s forehead.

“I can do that. And I’m proud of you for communicating what you need.”

[zoeykallus]

Hi Zoey! I love your work as always! I had COVID recently so I’ve been binge reading your blog and others during that time. 🤗

In honor of the new TBB outfits, can I ask for a spicy 🥵 Echo x Short reader? The reader loves Echo’s new outfit and he flirts with her after noticing how much she likes it.

If you can’t, then it’s totally cool because I want you to write something you r proud of 💅

Aloha! Thank you so much! So sorry to read you were sick, hope you are doing much better by now! One flirt and spice, coming right up!

Echo x Short F!Reader One-Shot - Sharp Dressed Man

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/A Bit Fluffy/Sexual Content/Public Sex(Kinda)/Praise Kink/Oral Male Receiving/18+

You walk around with your holopad, between what feels like hundreds of crates, checking the goods the guys are supposed to ship. Plasteel cylinders, durasteel chests and wooden crates filled with various supplies, from food supplements to medicines.

As you hear footsteps, you turn and see Echo coming toward you through a narrow alley between the crates. He spreads his arms and although you can't see his face under the helmet at the moment, you hear the smile in his voice as he asks, "And what do you think? Do you like the new armor?"

You like the new, colors, it looks a little friendlier, not so gloomy. With a smile, you say, "You look great, Echo."

He takes off the helmet and sets it down on one of the crates, showing you his adorable smirk.

"Really? You like it?"

With a nod, you let your gaze wander along his gear. You've both been attracted to each other for a long time, and basically you both know it, but neither of you has taken the first step yet. You've known each other for a while now, get along great, trust each other unconditionally, feel comfortable in each other's presence, and have a silent desire for each other. So little flirtations are not uncommon between you two, but you've decided today to push it a little further, you've waited long enough.

"Yeah, looks great, hot"

Echo's smirk widens, and he leans against a heavy stack of crates, throwing himself into a pose, albeit with slightly flushed cheeks.

"Well, look who's talking," he returns with a wink.

A small, giggle comes over your lips, and you look down at him again.

"However, your armor has a problem".

Echo pauses, "Oh yeah, what's the problem?"

You step closer to him, placing your holopad down next to his helmet and letting your hands wander to his chest plate.

"Do you want me to show you what the problem is?"

Echo blinks and says in confusion, "Yeah, sure, please."

Your hands wander down on him, as you look up into his sweet face. Slowly, further and further. Echo's gaze follows the gentle glide of your fingers, moving further and further down. He slowly realizes which direction it's all moving in, and his pulse quickens.

"Um, Mesh'la, you really think there's a problem down there?"

Looking up at him, you say, "Yes, indeed", at the same moment one of your hands slides to his crotch and his eyes widen, "Your crown jewels are not protected at all, you are not wearing a cod piece anymore".

Your own heart beats up in your throat, you are excited, but in a pleasant way. Your hand slides over the ever-growing bulge in his pants.

Echo swallows and says a little breathlessly, "Yeah, seems I'm pretty exposed down there."

With a nod, you say, "Yeah, it's pretty easy to get to now."

"Indeed… oh gods"

As you embrace him through the fabric, Echo's hand clings to the edge of one of the crates he leans against.

"Would you mind if I took a closer look?" you ask suggestively with a small smile on your lips.

At first, he just stares at you and blinks, after a while he says a little haltingly with blushing cheeks, "Uh, sure, go ahead."

You squat down in front of him, undo his belt and pants and let them slide down a bit until you free his cock. His hard length pops out from behind the fabric, literally jumping out at you. It is girthy and swollen, long and gently curved.

"Beautiful," you say without thinking about it, which brings even more blush to Echo's cheeks.

Looking past his hard length, you look up, and he looks down at you. Your lips hovering very close to his swollen shaft, so close he can feel your warm breath on his sensitive cock.

"I'd love to touch you, Echo".

He basically knows what you're getting at, but he can't really realize it yet,

"Touch me?"

Again, nodding and saying, "Yes, with my mouth."

Echo blinks, swallows, licks his lips and finally finds his voice again.

"Don't let me stop you"

He is so nervous. Echo has often dreamed of getting close to you, his wildest intimate fantasies, which he engages in during quiet hours of self-care, revolve in part around just such a scenario.

As your lips kiss gently and carefully along his shaft at first, his cock twitches in front of your face, and you can hear a moan hum behind Echo's closed teeth.

He brings his hand to his mouth, bites the fingertip of one of his fingers on the glove, and pulls the fabric from his hand. With naked fingers he strokes your cheek, the look he gives you is full of lust, adoration and anticipation, his pupils so dilated that his amber eyes seem almost black all at once.

His hand is on your cheek as you close your lips around his cock, your tongue playfully dancing over his swollen tip. Echo bites her lower lip, trying not to be too loud. You two are hidden between the crates, more or less, but the guys are still on the shuttle and could come out at any moment. Besides, strangers could come by, the landing site is private, but not cordoned off.

You finally press your tongue to the underside of his thick, hard length, feeling a thick vein, pulsing. As you begin to bob your head back and forth, sliding your mouth tightly closed around his cock along it, his mouth flaps open.

"Oh gods…"

He's imagined this scenario so many times, but feeling it is beyond anything he's imagined. With his scomp link, he props himself up on one of the crates he's leaning against, his hand still on your cheek.

Fascinated, he watches you from wide eyes.

"Look at you, so pretty with my cock in your mouth," he says almost in a whisper.

You suck on his cock, letting it out of your mouth with a lewd pop, pumping it in your hand for a moment. His thumb strokes your lower lip.

"Look at those lips, perfect. I can hardly believe this is really happening," he says as if in a trance.

Your other hand gently grips his balls while one moves back to the base of his shaft and your mouth closes around his cock again.

"Oh kriff… oh gods…"

His thighs are already quivering, sweat is on his forehead, he can barely hold himself up.

As you look up at him questioningly, with his cock in the wet warmth of your mouth, he assures you, "You're doing great Mesh'la, feels so good."

His fingers brush your cheek again, all tender and dreamy. But as you suck harder, he automatically reaches into your hair. He doesn't pull on it, he's not rough, but you clearly feel the force behind it, the trembling in his taut muscles.

"Yeah, just like that, good girl!"

He gasps and shivers with tension.

"I'm almost ready, watch out… maybe you should… oh gods... I won't be able to stop it in a minute, Mesh- Mesh'la," he stammers, overwhelmed.

His words only fire you up to suck his cock even more eagerly. His thighs quiver, he emits little curses over and over, his eyes roll back.

"You're gonna make me cum so har- uuhng"

Echo comes as if in an explosion, his last round of self-care is a while ago, and it's an incredible amount of cum that shoots into your mouth. You swallow as best you can around his cock, but a not insignificant part of it runs down your chin and mouth.

Echo's knees almost buckle.

"Mesh'la, I'm so sorry, but I warned you."

He twitches with a moan as you suck him clean, overstimulating him.

Finally, Echo hastily sinks to his knees, covers his abdomen again, and reaches into his pocket for a tissue to wipe your mouth. Carefully, he dabs the mess away.

When you smile cheekily at him, he smirks.

"You had fun watching me wriggle like that, didn't you?"

Your grin widens.

Echo laughs softly, "Okay, I see. I'm not going to complain, I really liked what you did there. But I want a rematch, you hear? I want to see you gasp and quiver, too".

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[ravygravywrestling]

MONDAY NIGHT RAW HOT TAKES 7-22-24

The show kicks off with Gunther calling out Damian Priest. Gunther degards The Judgement Day, calling them “Street Trash”. Damian comes out in full force and brings the heat to Gunther. A brawl starts and Priest is not backing down even with security. Jackie Redmond/ Cathy Kelley tried to get a word with Gunther and the attack continued from Priest. I am loving this feud. As much as I love Gunther, I think Damian is going to put him in his place! This match is definitely something to look forward to next saturday.

Bron Breakker VS Ilja Draganov

This qualifier match for the Intercontinental Championship. Both men put out everything they had. Many great counters by Draganov that were absolutely flawless. I am really starting to enjoy Ilja. New name for Bron’s move coined by Pat Mcafee, “Breakin Steiner”. Draganov was able to get Breakker on his shoulders and slam him on the ring edge. Breakker comes back and Ilja lands on his head wrong, resulting in a TKO and Breakker winning. Hoping Draganov a speedy recovery and hope it was nothing serious.

It's Tozawa’s birthday!

Wyatt Video pops up about Nikki Cross aka Sister Abigail

Dom and Mami argue about Jey. Balor suggests a match and Mami say no, as there is no reason to start a war.

CM Punk comes out to announce he is finally medically cleared to wrestle! He is such a good promo talker and watching him interact with every fan in the crowd is amazing. Punk asks for Drew McIntyre to come out and fight. Drew makes his way to the ring and says he doesn’t want to fight. Punk leaves the ring to go after Drew, Adam Pearce comes out with some news. It will be CM Punk VS Drew McIntyre at SummerSlam!!! But there’s something else that is going to be very interesting about this match. If at any point Drew or Punk attack each other before SummerSlam, the match will be called off. But that’s not all!! Seth Freakin Rollins enters the ring to announce he will be the special guest referee!!! This match is going to be crazy. I can already predict the chaos we are in for!

The Judgement Day goes on the hunt for Jey Uso, Dom gets stopped by Liv Morgan. Finn catches them and takes Dom away.

Sami Zayn in an interview said he is not concerned about Bron Breakker. He wants Bron to take him seriously, and he will do the same. He wants 100% put into the match so Breakker doesn’t make the same mistake twice. In the middle of the interview, you hear some banging, so Zayn goes to check it out only to find Carlito and JD McDonagh attack Uso. Sami chases them away which then brings the main event for the show. A tag match with JD and Finn VS Zayn and Uso.

Otis, Akira Tozawa and Xavier Woods VS The Final Testament

With Kofi out, Xavier needed some tag partners. Karrion Kross has been trying to recruit Woods into the Final Testament for weeks. Akam and Rezar were dominant in the first half of the match. Woods tags in Tozawa and he is absolutely annihilating the big guy. Otis comes in and unfortunately they end up losing the match. This match was a decent mid card match. Otis and Tozawa really showed off that they can do things without Gable. Over all domination from the Final Testament but hopefully they continue this story line further.

Chad Gable and the Creed Brothers come out to talk to Maxxine Dupri, Otis, and Tozawa. “YOU SUCK” chants boom around. I love that we are treating him as we did with Kurt Angle. Otis says when things get juicy and dangerous, Gable leaves his “friends” to be attacked, like last week with the wyatt sicks. Gable tries to ask the group to join back with him, and Otiss tells him no! Otis then attacks the Creeds, then tries to attack Gable before the brothers stop him. Lights go out, the Wyatt Sicks appear at the enterance with no Uncle Howdy. Howdy is behind Gable and gets his attention. We finally get to see Howdy’s in ring gear. He takes out Gable with Sister Abigail. Almost as flawless as Bray. He would be so absolutely proud of what Bo has created and continued.

Bronson Reed VS Pete Dunne

This match was made by the attack last week on Sheamus. The bell didn’t even ring yet before Sheamus came to attack Dunne. Sheamus gets 10 beats of the bodhran on Dunner before Reed sets his sights on him. In my opinion, this was an unnecessary match. Hopefully this leads to maybe a triple threat match but even then, the story line isn't fully developed yet. The Feud grows, but I would like to see more character development on Dunne’s part.

Mami is very upset that the boys went and attacked Uso anyways even when she said to leave it alone. Carlito mentions that Dom ran into Liv, Mami drags Dom and says “Lets go to the ring”. Once in the ring, Mami calls out to Liv, “You want him, come get him!”. Liv is in the crowd asking Dom to say the 3 words she's been waiting to hear. Dom says “I hate you!! Get out of my life! You have ruined everything!”. Morgan then starts to cry and leaves the crowd. Rhea brings the whisper back, then proceeds to LICK DOM ON THE FACE!!!!!! This storyline has been absolute perfection. I can’t get enough of this. I really am hoping that something is going to happen between Rhea and Jey. Her even posting the artwork of them in waffle house just gives me a little bit of hope that she is just using Dom to her advantage at this point. And I love it!!

Jey Uso and Sami Zayn VS JD McDonagh and Finn Balor

Balor and McDonagh dominate the first half of this match. Sami Zayn did a moonsault off the top rope into ringside that was perfectly executed. Carlito gets involved and slams Zayn into the ring post. Zayn again showed how impressive he is by performing a Thunderbomb on JD. Tag is made on both sides, Jey superkick and slaps Balor around. Another tag is made Zayn gets set up for his finisher. Dom interferes and stops the Helluva Kick. JD with a Spanish fly reversal almost takes the win. Zayn and Uso double teamed, performing a 1D to JD. Cover and Balor breaks it. Zayn is down and Balor tags in JD before executing the Coup de Grace, followed by JD doing a moonsault. He goes for the cover and it is broken up by Zayn. Zayn finally gets his Helluva kick into Balor and dives at him outside the ring to keep him down. JD is down and Uso hits him with the Uso Splash, clenching the victory against the Judgement Day. While celebrating, Breakker comes and spears Zayn to give him a taste of what he’s going to get at SummerSlam. I am glad they are keeping up with the Breakker Zayn feud, but I really enjoyed Zayn and Uso as a tag team. Good to see them back in action together. Hopefully we see more of it in the future.

[dingdongdoodilydoodilydoo]

Despite what people think, your mom is a raging Karen - nothing ever pleases her, nothing is to her standards, no one could ever make her happy. Molly was a bitter woman, to put it shortly - the burnt out husk of a once vibrant and proud woman.

She once had pride. In herself, her husband. In you.

There was a time when you remember her smiling. She smiled at you, and she smiled at your dad, and she smiled gladly. She possessed such a great fire and spirit that you missed on your rare moments of sobriety.

That stupid fire took everything from you.

The world spun on without blinking an eye as the family now in serious debt for a manmade fire that consumed the garage and slowly destroyed your parents, their marriage, your life and your self worth. It's the reason you hated - maybe still blame him even - Seth and his shitty smirk. While you took on the brunt of the blame for the accident that broke the family, he was placed on a pedestal and made the impossible standard you would never meet.

Because of that fire, Molly lost hers.

A drunkard for a husband years after the fire, a son who refused to live within her standards, and the laughingstock of her community because everyone but her saw Seth for what he was, she became the bitter thorn she is today.

You tell yourself that the reason you still keep in touch with a 49½ foot pole from the human equivalent of the Elephant's Foot is because she seems to only spark to life when she's meeting you head on. Verbal abuse or not, she lights up when you are around - whether because she's got a twisted way of showing her pride via Tiger Mom parenting tactics that would break anyone or because she genuinely only knows hatred, it's the only time anyone sees that spark of the old Molly.

"Pickles? I specifically asked you to get my special pinot noir! All I'm getting is thet terrible pop equivalent of a kid's grape juice! Ope, excuse me -!" She yanks on one of the Klokateers arms as she's getting her luggage brought in again, because the first set was confiscated - something about cheese and wine she had brought for the other ladies. Local stuff from the wineries south of the Illinois-Wisconsin border, cheeses made and aged locally.

She threw such a loud and abusive screaming fit when it was confiscated that she destroyed half a room, her clothes somehow, and made one or 2 Klokateers puncture their own ears than to continue hearing her that you got called to calm her down.

Which did happen, oddly enough. She saw you and completely forgot she had her 'mom night charcuterie goods' taken from her possession. She asked why you hadn't seen her right away, and made to tidy the room she tried to pretend was in that state already.

You look at her as she gives an earful to another poor Gear, feeling small again as sobriety drags you back to the reality that she was here, she was calmed, and she was not chewing you out ... yet.

"And make sure it's wine!" She yells at the poor Klokateer she just let go - no one else present now while she grumbles about the lack of liquor, you wonder why you even bother. Without anyone else nearby, you would be her next target.

"Did you hear Amber is setting up a school? I'm so happy Seth found such a bright you woman to marry -- when are ya gonna settle, kiddo? This rockstar life isn't gonna keep your lights on forever..." she says, grabbing what looks like a dress and places into a pile she designated as 'not Molly's taste'.

You fight the urge to tell her you're richer than entire countries, but bite your tongue. She's just rambling while she goes through the pre-assorted clothes some Gear had brought up for her, as she picks her selection for the long weekend ahead. She's not berating you, not entirely.

"So, Pickles. Are ya listenin' to your mother? You're zoning out again - are you high? Jesus, Pickles, I can't even talk to you without you having some kind of drug in you."

It's hard to think about.

Well, that is if he can even think at all.

Its nice for a moment, to remember that there was a time where she was happy, when your family was happy, when you were happy.

But that's gone now.

Now all of those moments are an internal purgatory, replaying in the back of his head while he tries to forget all of the bad times. A reminder that it could've been better, that he could've been better. A reminder that he could be worth something, that he wouldn't be a failure in his mother's eyes.

But, he isn't. He isn't good enough, he'll never be good enough.

It only worsens when she visits, when her presence alone makes him remember all the bad times.

The garage.

All the failed classes, all of the alcohol poisoning, all of the overdoses.

The reason he keeps his sweatbands on, all the scars he inflicted because of the constant torment he was subjected to. He tried so hard to forget.

But, now, here she was. To make him remember again. He wasn't even able to register that she had asked why he hadn't talked to her soon enough, only snapping back to reality the moment she went off about the wine.

"Yeah I-...I know, I forgaht, okey? They're jest givin' you what we have here—" The drummer had tried to explain before she had cut him off, opting to talk to a Gear instead.

Watching her mouth the poor Klokateer off was pure hell for him.

He was embarrassed.

It's not the first time she'd done it, no, the first time was when she had argued with the whole neighborhood about how Seth deserved to join a birthday party.

He tried to block it out, fidgeting with his sweatbands, tapping his fingertips against his thighs, anything to just...slip away, just for a little while.

This would be better drunk.

At least when he was drunk, he didn't have to think about his mom again.

He could be with his band right now, he could be with the rhythm guitarist who had issues of his own, he could be there to help, but he's here.

Why did he have to be here.

It could be worse though, she could be yelling at him, hitting and punching him, but...she isn't. Maybe she had a drink on the way here? He wouldn't be surprised.

Fuck, she's talking about Seth and Amber. He had forgotten about them for a while.

Oh, right, he gave them money...for...what again? He forgot, he blocked out most memories with his family anyway...fuck, the school...he said he'd do it for his nephew.

"That's- that's good for them, mom. Uh- y-you know, I'm the one who gave them the money to start the um...the school, y'know?" Pickles said desperately, almost begging for Molly to recognize he could do something to get her attention.

And...she doesn't care, of course, she never does.

Why does she always have to do this? Make him feel like he's worth nothing, make him feel like all of his accomplishments have done nothing. He's the seventh top financial power, and somehow, she can make him feel like a man with a dime to his name.

Why is she asking about tying himself down? What did- what did- why does that matter? She knows it's always been a sensitive subject, why did she have to bring it up now?

It could be worse.

Oh, wait, she's talking again.

Why wouldn't he be listening? There's nothing he could fucking do to distract himself anymore. He'd do it all to be high, drunk, anything.

Why did she have to remind him that he's just a junkie in her eyes.

Fuck it, talking back won't do anything, he isn't a child anymore. She can't hit him, she can't lock him under the stairs, she can't, she won't.

"I don't- I don't need to settle, I don't do commitment. You know that...remember what happened with— oh whatever..."

Oh well, so much for hoping.

She's gonna yell, she's gonna scratch, pinch, slap, oh god all he had to do was bite his fucking tongue.

The razor under his mattress is calling his name.

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 171 Rundown

Inuyasha The Final Act: Moryomaru’s on his shit again running around absorbing random demons and… he’s after the snake demons from Yashahime? Honestly I completely forgot they were in the original series and apparently for good reason because the FUCKING DIE, like for all its faults usually Yashahime was pretty good about the connective tissue between the original and itself but I guess these guys just aren’t dead anymore by the time of the series. It is kinda dumb that Moryomaru just kinda wants them because ‘they’re snake brothers that hate each other so if I eat them I can fuse stuff to other stuff’ but his arc’s getting ready to end anyway so who cares. Meanwhile Inuyasha’s consulting Totosai about why his new Tessaiga upgrade doesn’t work the diagnosis is basically ‘sword’s fine, you’re just a lil bitch’ basically the same principle that turns Inuyasha into a full demon if the Tessaiga’s not protecting him, he can’t just absorb demonic energy as a half demon or else he’ll go crazy (did anyone ever tell Towa this? Feel like that was literally never a problem for her) but yeah Inuyasha has to run through a demonic obstacle course and learn how to see swirls of demonic energy which… he could already do with the Wind Scar but I guess this is different. Long story short, he gains the power to cut open wells of demonic energy instead of absorbing them, I think this is used like twice before the Meidou Zangetsuha comes by and eats its lunch which is really funny because they already allude to Meidou Zangetsuha being Tessaiga’s Final Form (which you’d think he could just keep absorbing new powers forever idk) so even on release Dragon Scale Tessaiga is already power crept.

Castlevania: We get an extended scene of how Lisa was captured by the church for… having glass and gears I guess, most of it is stuff we already knew though the thing that sticks out to me is she didn’t use a fake last name, like she goes by Lisa Tepes, good for her being proud of her husband and all but don’t people know Dracula’s name is Vlad Tepes? I think I heard someone mention it before so you’re not really helping your case of not being a hellspawn when you literally have Dracula’s last name, it’s a Ben Kenobi situation all over again. Either way, Dracula calls all his boys up to be like ‘yo, we gonna fuck shit up’ and he’s hired two anime misanthropes with suitably tragic backstories for why humans are awful, to do the planning because if you can’t think on a human level you’re gonna fuck shit up. Though even the resident bloodthirsty fight dude Godbrand is like ‘wait we have a plan? I thought we were just sacking villages all over and summoning as much hellspawn as we could’ which is kind of the plan at this point. I do like how Dracula’s rage is personalized by an exhausted finality instead of a howling rage, like everyone seems to be on the same page of ‘look we don’t like genocide, but this humanity thing has had a good run and needs to stop’ which is kind of worse, like there’s only so much talk no jutsu you can do with someone who’s done talking. Meanwhile Trevor, Sypha and Alucard get their initial brooding about their new journey out of the way (Also how old is Alucard? Like he looks in his twenties, but Lisa doesn’t look that much older than when she met Dracula, maybe she just aged like a fine wine or maybe vampire aging is different and you just pop out a twenty year old classy man but it feels like that did not seem to be a twenty year gap). And now Dracula has moved the castle with the big 3D object thing that’s like the only thing I remember from Symphony of the Night.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megudad is on the rampage and is ready to Rock Lee all over Cthulu and it’s honestly just fantastic to see like after all the complex bullshit with Domains and Animation jargon last episode it’s satisfying to just watch Dadgumi punch the absolute shit out of this guy. They establish he barely has sentience at this point and is basically acting like a heat seeking missile on the largest mass of cursed energy in the area but once he’s done stabbing Cthulu with nunchaku he takes Megumi outside so idk if he does have a shard of sentience in there and just wants to see his son for a sec or if Megumi’s vaguely defined secret superpowers just make him next on Dadgumi’s heat seeking missile radar. Meanwhile Jogo shows up and Cracatoa’s the remaining three guys in like two seconds and I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be an ‘oh shit he’s strong’ moment or an ‘oh shit those guys were really worn out’ moment. Meanwhile meanwhile, the high school girls are sticking fingers down Yuji’s throat because he apparently has no gag reflex and swallows whatever you put in his mouth when he’s unconscious. Only for Jogo to come out and feed him MORE fingers, like half of them right here which they acknowledge they have to do a bunch at once so Sukuna can take over temporarily before Yuji’s body can adapt. I had a feeling JJK wasn’t going to stick to a Shikon Jewel Shard narrative style of collecting the fingers one at a time but this is still a little more than I expected since he’s basically 75% done and got more fingers in him than a Battle Royale Chinese Finger Trap. So yeah Sukuna’s awake but unfortunately for these guys he want to the Muzan Kibutsuchi school of ‘if you’re not immediately subservient and stroking my ego you’re just dead’ and the high school girls get offed for asking him to save Geto even though he asked them what they wanted, like why’s he even asking if he has no intention of doing anything for anybody. I don’t really like this style of villainy like I tend to go more for people that are reasonable to at least not murder their subordinates instantly since it always makes the villains look egotistical and insecure if they can’t handle five seconds of someone not licking their boots but I suppose it is an effective way to show how powerful they are. Meanwhile Jogo goes over the plan to make sure Sukuna stays in control of Yuji’s body and Sukuna’s just like ‘bro I did that a season and a half ago’ but he gives him the same ultimatum he gave Yuji at that point, land one hit and he’ll do them a favor. Idk if Sukuna even intends to make good on any of these I think he just likes flexing on people cause he offers these a lot.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: As a prelude to their journey to go meet with real ghosts, Frieren and Fern have a classic ‘can you shoot a ghost if it looks like someone you love’ mini-adventure, it’s pretty simple but it works for what it has to in order to solidify both of their resolve to go take care of their unfinished business. And then the girls take turns taking pot shots at a dragon and decide they could really use a tank, luckily Eisen was training a tank named Stark in the nearby village so they’re just gonna go pick him up, get the x-ray specs Frieren wants from the dragon and save the village in the meanwhile if they have time. Now Stark is kinda interesting because he’s like a combo of Zenitsu from Demon Slayer and King from One Punch Man in that he’s a weird coward and a fraud but also genuinely ridiculously strong, he just has no real combat experience and thus is terrified of actual monsters. This may also be in part due to him being the only survivor of his home village which he booked it out of when he was a kid, Eisen wanted to train that out of him which I feel like is a little harsh to beat up a kid about running from a horde of monsters, like that’s not cowardice that’s just being fucking nine. But he seems to have internalized some of that and never really gotten over seeing himself as a coward combined with his lack of experience so despite being able to chop a mountain in half like that story of the guy making a path to the hospital, he’s gonna need some help popping his Monster Cherry.

Vinland Saga: So Arnheid’s plan was a little different than I thought, she’s not sneaking in to see Gardar she’s just kinda… asking to come in and because Wolf left and can’t tell her to gfto she gets the one guy that will let her in, I like how she doesn’t even flirt to do it like she’s not a femme fatale she just shows up and looks pretty and the guy is just there for it. So yeah while they’re talking about a metaphorical storm it literally starts raining because Vinland Saga god has a sense of humor and Gardar pulls a Rick Grimes to bite the guard’s neck out and slaughters everyone when Arnheid cuts him free in a split second panic. Like honestly she was kinda against a wall here like ignoring the fact that it was a coin flip split second decision for her husband, even if she didn’t help him the guards are still gonna assume the guy with a chunk out of his neck had more to do with her than the guy that’s all tied up so she didn’t have much choice. Meanwhile back with Thorfinn and Einar, Thorfinn outlines his philosophy of dismantling the toxic masculinity of Norse culture and how defying cultural norms is better than just fucking murdering people that are mildly rude to you. Still he theorizes that if they can stop the root of endless wars they can kill two birds with one pacifist stone and end a large portion of the slave trade. Given slavery and human trafficking are STILL a thing we know this doesn’t quite work out but at least it’s not as normalized and prone to vast swaths of ‘we killed your guys that were good at killing so you belong to us now’ so uhhh… baby steps? Baby, thousand year long steps… Meanwhile the guards are searching their barn for Gardar and Arnheid which tips Thorfinn and Einar off that they’ve escaped and now they’ve got a decision to make about who to help with that.   

Was gonna add the two new shows this week but couldn't find some of them and ran out of time so I'll think more on what I want to watch this coming week and try to get some new additions for next weekend.

[riddlerosehearts]

hi hi! hope your day is going well so far. how about 9 and 10 for the twst ask game! :)

hey! 💜 i'm doing all right, i hope you're having a great day as well. also, i'm going to have to try not to ramble too much on at least one of these haha.

9. what is your favorite outfit?

okay, when i first saw this i briefly thought "oh that's gonna be difficult, there's so many gorgeous outfits between all the different cards"... but then it hit me. instead of trying to look back at every outfit in twisted wonderland and overthink this, i'm just gonna name the one that's most blatantly my aesthetic: the starsending robes.

i just find them so pretty. stargazer gear ortho's groovy is my laptop background right now. but i also wanna give shoutouts also to summer riddle, pop music club lilia (which i especially have a soft spot for because i've cosplayed it), fairy gala ortho, rabbit wear deuce, masquerade idia... and, i'll stop here because like i said, twst has lots of gorgeous outfits and if i keep going i'll be listing way too many. but yeah, i love outerspace-themed things and i love the dark blue + gold color combo, so naturally i love the starsending robes.

10. what is your favorite special event?

it's glorious masquerade, without a doubt! i read glomas way back when i first got into twst, through a fan translation way before it had been released on EN (and also through your translations of some of the vignettes because i couldn't find them anywhere else at the time, so thank you for that!), and i was so excited to see it get localized because i just loved it--mainly because of how epic and plot driven it is compared to most other events, and because of what it does for idia's development since he's one of my favorite characters! the way that he tries his best to enjoy himself and talk with everyone during the trip because he wants to be able to tell ortho that he had a good time, even though he's still so anxious about it, and the way he was brave enough and had grown enough to be able to look at rollo and say "i understand you because i was a lot like you, so i know that what you're doing is wrong", made me so proud of him.

but also, it's just a really fun event story. i love the jamil & ruggie team-up, the interactions between riddle and epel, malleus being both badass and kind of adorable at different points in the story (in fact, his role in glomas made me appreciate him a lot more than i previously had!), idia's interactions with characters like silver and azul, getting to hear the SSR trio sing together, and just about everything in between. i thought it was so cool to see a hunchback of notre dame-inspired event and all the movie references (and a reference to the original book with rollo having a dead brother!) in it, too. a couple runner-ups that i love would be fairy gala remix and the phantom bride/ghost marriage event.

thank you for your ask! and i hope i didn't end up rambling on too much about question number 10 lol.

(for this ask game)

[ageless-aislynn]

First off, I'm ashamed to admit I was too startled when I got the flirt option to actually click it, lol! I kicked myself immediately because I really wanted to know what they'd both say! And then, d'oh, of course, I remembered that Youtube exists and went looking for this!

I'm actually surprised at his response, I thought he'd laugh his head off at Sara or something but daaaaaang, Drack, what was that octave drop when he said "property damage?" 👀🤔😂

I love Drack, I just didn't expect to get the option to, you know, loooooove Drack, lol! 😂

I'm staying strong for Jaal, though, and YAY, we finally got a hug and he invited me to meet his mother, so PROGRESS. It's almost romancing time!

Jaal's ready to get his flirt on, yep. *nodnods* 😂

I'm nearly 90 hours in now and have done almost all of the side-quests so far. The hardest ones are the ones without any waypoints or indicators to let you know where to find a series of data pads or whatever. But I've decided to try to get all of them since I'm this close! Here's the benefit of doing lots of side-quests:

All my current worlds hit 100% pretty quickly, yay! My plan has been to established forward stations as soon as I move into a new area (since the weather or conditions are inevitably trying to kill you, so having a forward station to retreat to is very helpful) and to get the Remnant vaults working as soon as I can. *points to the part where the planet is inevitably trying to kill you* Then I work on the missions, tasks and quests without worrying that I'm going to freeze, burn or be fried by radiation. 😱😎👍

I've made good time on things, I think. Mainly because of my "prioritizing forward stations and vaults" strategy and just that I've gotten better at driving the NOMAD (I only had Cora scream, "RYDER, LOOK OUT!" one time -- and, to be fair, I was accidentally driving us off a cliff to our deaths on the asteroid with low gravity but hey, it was just ONE TIME *proud* 🤣😎👍). I've found a good load-out for my gear that suits my style as well: a Kett nightstick-looking thing for my melee weapon and a Widow sniper rifle and Hesh shotgun to give me power at both distance and up-close.

Vetra is my ride-or-die, I always bring her no matter what the mission, and Drack is excellent when you need a heavy hitter (don't fight one of those frigging ginormous Architects without your one-Krogan army!). I've got everybody as upgraded as possible so Cora is great at reviving everybody's shields, which has proved really helpful. And then I bring Jaal if I don't need heavy hitting or shield regenerating because, honestly, I think he gets a bit of cabin fever being left on the Tempest too long, lol! I love how he complains that he hates Kadara but if you keep finding him there and talking to him, Sara eventually will ask why he doesn't just stay on the ship and he pauses before saying that he's afraid he'll miss out on something. I love that he first appears to be this hulking alien warrior dude and then you start realizing he's actually very insecure about a lot of things. It's refreshing, honestly. 😍

Of course, now that I see Drack as a love interest option, I may have to change my playthrough plan...

*gigglesnort* Okay, so I know that he's not a romance option, but I do think it's way too much fun to get the option to flirt with him!

I really embarrassed myself in that barfight, BTW. I'd let Sara egg that dude on but I wasn't expecting a DODGE prompt to pop up and didn't have my hand on the controller so Sara got totally sucker punched. 😱 I reloaded a save point and redid that section because I couldn't let Drack down like that. You could tell he was so disappointed in me! 😐😉

Annnd that's my Mass Effect: Andromeda update of updateyness for today! 💃😁👍